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erikalovesss · 7 months

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Lollll the likes on this makes me wanna keep writing 🤣

Caught You, Keep You

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this is so late LOL. so uhm.. long ass authors note 😭

for sem sem <3 @sems-diarie

hey lovely! sorry, this took so long. it took me a while to see your reply & then make it presentable LOL. (procrastination is really a sickness 💀 but i wanted to finish it so) this was inspired quite a bit ago when you mentioned loving “being hunted” around the same time you said you were in a writing slump. you are by far one of my fav izuku writers and that hurt my heart, so this was my way to cheer you up, weeks later :))

includes: bestfriend! izuku + simp-reader on the beach. this should be a warning. (she is down bad, down horrendous… we don’t talk about it). a lot more teasin & friendly squirming than anything, lol. mention of a sticky center. & ig edging from a writer to audience stand point. implied 3rd year (i think, mightve said it explicitly?), & 18+ so mdni obvi!

trash banner by me. this is unbeta’d & a sporadic decision so please don’t slay me. also! idk if this will help the experience, but I used the song “f*ck me & feed me” by rendezvous at two as I wrote this (it just hit!) if you wanna play it as you read. hope you like it. <3

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you had barely made it a step away from the curve between the rocks before rough, large hands grab at you. nearly lifting you from the ground in their assault. a shrieking sound leaves your mouth as a wild alarm pulse in you. the pulse much too familiar to lust, for you to really feel too afraid or for you to ignore.

izuku…

a minty and an, all too, friendly musk sneaks into your nose, seeping into your skin. you recognize your best friend instantly. swallowing a deep breath as your mind runs quicker than you can let yourself let out the next breath. all the questions in your brain slow to a garble and answers rush through you. you realize how strange it might’ve been to wonder so freely about how it felt to be closer to someone who was supposed to be your friend. especially with the knowledge for a while that your morbid curiosity had risen further from a persistent maybe distant buzz to what was now, full flutterflies in your tummy. much aligned to the tightening in your throat and collapse of your chest with a pathetic sort of yearning. yearning to know his smell, his touch, his… taste.

you wondered for a while what would the rest of him would be like? the parts beyond his steady friendship. what would the experience of him as a lover over a friend be like? on cue, his lips brush against your throat, as he grabs at you tighter. seconds, becoming hours as his body quivers with victory. you love to see him win, you realize.

he’s accidentally close enough as he cheers, that his lips nearly mouth at the base of the back of your throat. his nerdy gawkishness incessant in a way that feels purposeful and unfair against you. lips soft and glide loose, playful as he talks.

“caught you,” izuku’s voice whispers. you’re lost instantly at the words and the raspy breathless way he says them. the feeling somehow, cool yet hot all over your skin, as he speaks into you. words seeping past your pores, and constricting around your hyperactive heart. it crashes like the waves on the shore as you drown.

oh. oh.

it felt like this.

you don’t realize the indecent sound that slips out of your mouth until you feel the boy freeze behind you. you feel more than hear his choked breath, at the easy way you fall into him, at the way you just moaned. fuck.

the sound of you, soft and full of far more need, than normal for a casual roughhousing between friends. your body’s easy melt making it clear just how much you aren’t resistant to getting caught. not if it was him. just how much you wanted to let the boy in question hunt. the realization crashes hard in both of you at once. you try to recover first as he processes. his movements tight, but syrupy slow, straightening and never, not once, letting you go. your classmates laugh and chase each other from what feels like miles away. but midoriya - your izuku came for you.

as izuku always did.

there’s a peal of sheepish and unbelieving laughter as you try unsuccessfully to lean your body away from his. the nearly bare rounds of your bathing suit-clad ass fitting perfectly against his unconsciously shifting crotch. you wonder if he realizes how he bounces his heels from one foot to another. a nervous tick.

“yea,” you breathe finally, the pudges of your fat quivering and squished under his rough scarred hand, as they tighten instinctively to your voice. “yea, you caught me…” now let go, can be heard in the silence and goes ignored.

your throat clears and you can’t seem to forget, that you are in a place where other people can see. your eyes dart back up toward the jetted rock clearing as you try to move but his hands don’t let you. your face is getting more nervous, as you try to assess from your positions below the small ragged rocky cliff of the beachfront.

you knew it wouldn’t stop anyone from catching you. it hadn’t stopped izuku. and you also remember that if you fall into the green boy’s hands, everyone will know. they’d watch you become his, offering to him, in a way that would make it clear how long you truly wanted to be his. and how embarrassing would that be? for all your classmates to watch as you fell apart for your nerdy best friend? but he wasn’t too much nerdy now. same dorky personality. same almight and hero obsession, obviously.

yet, now he had grown into his body, into his own hero. awkward gangly wires tightening and taunting with muscle, exuding strength and humbled confidence. you couldn’t help but fall all the more for it. you wondered if he noticed how much you’ve grown into your own skin as well. how your own awkward rounds, while still chubby, have now stretched from simple round to full curvy. still just as soft, but a bit more firm to touch. and open for him to touch. had he seen? did he know? could he feel you now, like you could feel him?

you were practically liquid and something halts in you, stuttering to a stop at the thought of being wet to touch in his hands. in izuku’s, strong, assuring, hands.

yea yea yea.

there’s a whine in your throat and your eyes close. all care of anyone seeing is gone. shit. it wouldn’t matter where you were.

there’s a loud whoop above you. mina probably. the grunting sound of bakugou’s voice. the titter and tat of other classmates. none of them matter. some of them, maybe seeing that izuku has caught you. many moving on in the game. but you and he have somehow frozen in time, unmoved, even as the voices get further away. it’s just the two of you as the boy’s strong arms suddenly grasp you a little more desperately. hips shifting a little more eagerly, cock previously felt at what was limp, has risen under his beach short, rock solid against your ass. and big, it feels so big. a mouthful. definitely enough to tear you apart.

yea. you think to yourself. yea, he feels you too.

your bikini is wet, soaked where it clings to your heat, and not from your dip in the water. it’s from his greedy hands. molding to you, fingertips sinking in the plush, of your hip, and grasping the folds of your stomach to pull you further into him. something in the air shifts, a tension breaks as his breath picks up.

the two of you had seemed to realize that you had been circling each other for months. months of awkward smiles and lingering looks. and you especially pretending you hadn’t fallen in love with the puppy dog, green-haired boy who looked at you like he would move mountains to make you smile. he long accepted he was in love with you. he just hadn’t known it was possible to be able to love you the way he desired.

and now? now he has you. obviously so eager to please him. eager to be pleased. and he knew. god now, at the whined moaned sound of your voice, he knew what you wanted. as he turned you around to face him & he stared at your pretty round face, trembling lips. the faltering way that you looked ready to run, to bite. all he wanted to do was take you. soften you up. make you as sweet against his lips as he knew you’d taste.

if he knew, that all he had to do was catch you? he would’ve chased you a long time ago.

he’s swallowing. the sound in his own ear drowning the sounds of your classmates laughing from a far and the waves crashing on the shoreline. but the setting sun warms both of your already heated skins and makes you glow so beautifully. he can’t help but stare. want. want is all either of you can think of.

and how easy it was to take. his lips brush against yours, eyes crazed and the blood has gone too far from his brain for him to be shy, as his hands slip down. sliding between eager, chubby parted thighs and finding home against the sticky folds over the soft ripples of your bathing suit, before your senses fully come back or you can finish your protest. his grin is disbelieving and way too self-satisfied, as your whimper spills into his lips. his laugh is equally as delirious and he knows at the flutter in your lashes, he’s going to end up destroying you long before he has fully had you.

he wants to apologize in advance but he’s much too distracted by how your pretty manicured nails dig into his shoulder, as his fingers slyly push aside the cloth, dipping into actual soaking wetness. watching your reaction as his digit instantly makes acquaintance with a nerved bud that makes your body move higher as you stretch on your tippy toes, your lips parting into a silent ‘o’, as if to get away from the intensity. his smile turns sweet at the gesture and at the helpless look in your eyes. at how you look ready to spring out of your skin but also impatiently waiting for izuku to help the ache go away.

and he would. god he would, he thought, his middle finger sinking deeper into your wetness, soaking through the fabric because you were being so good for him. and he wanted to tell you just how much, but first -

“if I caught you,” his tone still playful and breathless, smile absolutely boyish. “can I keep you, as my prize?”

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yay! you got here. ty for reading. sorry about the weird paragraph gaps. for the life of me i couldn’t figure out how to fix it :/

#izuku <3 #love that y’all love my izu #he’s for all us really #lol i feel… pride?#that’s our boy

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