AU: there is smut in this chapter. Also I may stop posting here since I already took almost two weeks just to get around to deciding to post this chapter and the heads up I plan to abandon this website. The spam and scam comments and dm are filling up my email and driving me nuts. I'm going to be turning my email notifications off and deleting the app. I will keep updating this story on all my other sites you can find me at wattpad, tumblr, AO3 under the same name as I use here. If I remember to upload here after deleting everything maybe I'll come back eventually but this site is just pissing me off and I don't read on it so I'm probably only going to come back to update my other 2 ongoing fics and give the same warning and then if I remember to come back I will, if not good bye on this site and I hope you come read my works on the other sites I will keep using.

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She couldn't help the blush that peppered her own cheeks. Though it was nothing compared to the blush that swallowed up his freckles. His blush only made hers worse in term. She wanted to call it annoying but she couldn't. It was rather adorable watching his freckles disappear with just the sight of her body. Often she didn't even need to show off much. A long shirt and panties was enough to have his face on fire and unable to look at her. It was oddly and completely adorable to watch.

Even now his wide green eyes were locked on her chest and all she had done was take off her shirt. She rarely wore bras around the apartment even if it clearly made him uneasy. He chose to live with her and she refused to always wear pants and bras. But as her top came off she was left naked from the waist up. Nipples hard and on display and he looked nearly hypnotized as she sat on his bed topless.

She had to bite back the urge to laugh. He looked both terrified and entranced. The big, mountain man that was the number one hero looked terrified of two simple boobs sitting right in front of him. Who knew that would be his weakness. Out of all things out there, boobs stopped the hero in his tracks. She wasn't even sure if he was breathing any more.

She could not hold back. Her right hand lifted up to hide her lips and she started to laugh. That seemed to break the trance that he was in as those big green eyes of his fluttered a few times and he looked up from her boobs to her face. She could see the shame and embarrassment washing over him.

"Sorry," he had squeaked out.

"No need. You don't have to apologize Izuku. You are allowed to look all you want. You can even touch them if you want," she offered and watched as his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He was rather cute when he was all shy like this.

How could someone look so fascinated and scared at the same time. He looked like he wanted to reach out and touch her but was scared one of her boobs may bite a finger off. Trying not to laugh was getting harder and harder as she sat there watching him.

"Well have you decided to stay and face me or run? Cause you look like you want to turn and run away. You're kinda hurting the Deku brand looking so scared. Come on, I promise I won't bite," she said as she looked up at him. For a split second she thought he was going to turn away and run from her. But he didn't, instead she watched him take a hesitant step closer to her and the bed.

Oh it had seemed he had grown a back bone after all. He did not turn and run from her. No, he was quickly eliminating the gap between them. She watched as he hit the edge of the bed and had not stopped there. He hesitated for a moment but it quickly became clear she was not going to stop him. No, on the contrary she even spread her legs slightly for him. Her panties may have still been covering her lower half but the intent was clear. She was trying to show herself off to him, invite him in even.

And he excepted her little invite as he started to crawl across the bed and towards her. It was easy for her to forget how large he was. But as his body swept over hers it was a quick reminder. He didn't stop till his nose brushed hers as she was sitting there.

"I don't back down from a challenge," as he spoke, his lips brushed hers. And yet as he spoke she was the one with the growing grin.

"Good you better not hold back," she challenged him. She may come to regret those words later. But for now she stood by her desire to challenge him.

His lips met hers in a deep kiss. Tongues slipped past lips to dance together. One large scarred hand reached up to cup a breast. The skin of his hand was rough, from his fingertips to his palm. A testament to his work as a hero. She had expected his hands to feel like sandpaper against her sensitive skin. She was pleasantly proven wrong when the contraction of his skin against hers illicit a moan from her.

His lips swallowed up the noise she made. But she could feel the corner of his lips tug upwards as it was clear he liked hearing her moan, or know that he could make her moan. In retaliation she playfully nipped at his bottom lip. Which just earned her a deep throaty chuckle from the man. And oh did that chuckle do things to her.

With one gentle shove of a hand on her shoulder she found herself laying back on the bed blinking big brown eyes up at him. His head dipped down as if to follow her lips but instead dipped even lower and he took a hard nipple between his lips. Once again he had her moaning.

Teeth nipped at her perky little nipple. The sensation shot a shiver up her back. Her back arched with the shiver as she cried out at the pleasure as he teased her. She wanted to curse at him. He was doing this to get back at her for having bit his lip she was sure. And yet she could not really be upset with him. Not with the pleasure it brought her.

His lips sucked as his tongue flicked her nipple. Loving on one before moving to show the exact same love to the other nipple. Being the gentleman he was, he made sure to keep things fair. He did not show more love to one nipple without returning the same love to the other.

She was so distracted she almost missed the hand that was sliding down her body. With a pop of his lips she watched that mop of green hair pull back. He flashed her a wolfish grin before he was sliding down her body to stop as he reached her panty clad pussy. His face was nearly flush with her panties. So close she could feel his breath against the damp spot of the cotton.

Silently his tongue rolled out past his lips and she could feel the muscle push against the barrier between them. That sent a jolt through her. Not the same pleasure as it would have been if his tongue touched her folds. But still as the muscle pushed against her folds and explored her over her panties she was moaning.

She wanted to cry out in frustration. It felt good but she knew it could feel so much better. Her right hand reached down and she was entangling her fingers in his green curls. Pulling his head away she couldn't help but growl at him as she was already panting heavily.

"Izuku I swear to fucking god if you do not stop teasing me," she hissed at him as she tried so hard to sound as threatening as she could. With her heavy panting and deep flushed face she doubted she looked as threatening as she was trying to be.

As if to prove she could not threaten and scare him she could hear that deep chested chuckle. The one that made her insides go crazy, walls clamping down around nothing and forcing her body to beg for him. She refused to beg for anything.

"Okay okay," the man chuckled at her as he gave in to her demand. Even though they both knew she did not have a hope in hell of actually enforcing her threat. After all, what could she do? This man was taller and stronger than her. Using brute force on the number one hero would be like an ant trying to lift an elephant alone. They lived together, she could try hiding stuff like his favourite clothes, or his compression wraps for his arms. But that would feel like a real dick move. And she would never dare touch his All Might collection. It was useless to threaten him. Still he gave in to her anyways.

His fingers tugged her panties down quickly. And with that the barrier between them was gone. If she did not know better she would have thought the man had been starved for days. For exactly three seconds he had admired the view. And then he had delved in and was trying to devour her. Her shoulders arched up as her stomach had tightened and she felt like the damn man had just tried to pull her soul out of her cunt.

She wasn't even sure what noise she even made, a mixture of a squawk of surprise with a strangled moan. Both her hands found themselves entangled in his hair. She was not sure if she was trying to pull him closer or push him away. His tongue delved deep between her folds. His nose would brush and bump her clit and draw a cry of pleasure from her when he did.

She was pretty sure the muscles in one thigh cramp led as her thighs attempted to crush his head that was buried between her legs. She wasn't even sure if she could get her lips to work for him. He was driving her body hard and fast towards a climax. And she could not hold it back or slow it down if she wanted to. The ball of tension in her stomach was blowing up like a balloon. She tried to say his name, to say something. Instead all she could do was give rough tugs at his hair as her only warning.

She couldn't stop the scream she let out once the balloon had popped.

She shot straight up, her eyes blinking as she looked around. Everything was dark, a slight light coming in from the moon thanks to her open curtains. She was panting heavily, her body still shaking. Fucking hell did she piss herself? Her panties felt soaked. She looked over to the side of her bed almost expecting to find Izuku beside her but the bed was empty and cold.

It had been a dream. Fucking hell what kind of dream was her mind cooking up? This had been almost as bad as the nightmares. Her panties were ruined, her heart was racing and her legs shook when she tossed them over the bed and stood up. Did she really cum from just a fucking dream? She wasn't some horny idiot, she had never had a dream like that before. And she really hoped she didn't have another one like that any time soon.

How was she going to look Izuku in the eyes after that? All she could think of is seeing his head buried between her thighs lapping at her like some starved man. Just the thought had her walls fluttering around nothing. Ugh she needed a cold shower, badly.

She tried to be quiet as she headed to the bathroom, a clean pair of panties in hand as she silently slipped into the shared bathroom as she contemplated if it was too early to risk waking Izuku with the sound of the shower running. Probably, she could apologize later. First she needed to wash away the evidence of her dream from her inner thighs. And try to stop said dream from reappearing in her mind.

Which was a lot easier said than done. It did not help that she was full of questions. Would Izuku go down on a partner? Then again did he have any knowledge on the female body? She had a strong feeling the answer was no. Then again she honestly was not much better. She had sex a very small handful of times. But in no way did she feel overly experienced. She had more experience with toys and her own fingers.

Still she could imagine he would be willing to learn. He was smart, it would surely take him nothing to learn what makes her happy, what makes her moan for him. The shower water was warm when she stepped under it. She should have just turned it to cold, hopefully shock her body out of this horny stupor. Instead she let her fingers slide down her stomach.

Her left hand cupped one of her breasts as she slightly rolled her nipple between her fingers. Her right hand slipped between her legs. Her clit was still aching from the sensation of the dream. Her middle finger started to massage the sensitive bud. She gasped softly at the almost overwhelming stimulation. She let images from her dream fill her mind. Though thought it his head between her thighs. What if it was his tongue teasing her clit and not her fingers.

The images from her dream alone could have been enough to toss her over the edge. Her left hand let go of her breast as she found herself leaning into the shower wall for support as her thighs seemed to lock up around her own hand as she struggled to bite back the whining moan that escaped her chest. She can only hope the sound of the water would be enough to keep the noise from being audible outside of the bathroom.

With one hand placed against the wall she panted hard as she pulled her other hand away from her body. Her legs shook as they complained about having to keep her up right. Her legs had felt shaky enough when she woke up. This was not helping matters at all as she took a minute under the hot water to catch her breath. As soon as she felt confident that her legs would not give out she was reaching for her body wash.

Fucking hell she just touched herself to the thought of Izuku. And even worse she had turned to the lingering dream for help as she teased her clit till she came. Yet she also could not help but wonder. She felt confident thinking that Izuku would be the kind of man that would worship his partner. She could see him prioritizing his partner's pleasure over his. Fucking hell! How was she going to look him in the eyes at breakfast?

Maybe she should just hide in her room till he leaves? She could do that since it wasn't uncommon that he would leave before she woke up. Izuku usually got up at ungodly hours in the morning so he could take off while she was asleep. She had a feeling it was so he could ensure, on most nights, that he got home in time for dinner.

Even if she faked being asleep and hid from him she would still have to face him once he was home that evening. Still at least that would buy her the entire day before she would have to face him. She could spend those twelve ish hours alone to try and wipe those kinds of thoughts of him away.

Yes, that was most likely her best option. She made up her mind as she dipped her head back under the spray of the shower washing the new shampoo she bought out of her hair. With her body feeling a little more relaxed and her mind having calmed down as she decided on a plan for how she was going to deal with the day she stepped out of the shower. She ran a dry towel over her body before wrapping her long hair up. Slipping on the clean panties she had grabbed she slipped her pj's back on.

Yes, the plan was simple. She would hide out in her bedroom till Izuku got up and left. Once he left she would come out of hiding. Spend the day as she usually did while he was gone. And try her damn hardest to never think such filthy thoughts of her roommate ever again. She nodded her head to herself at her plan, it seemed simple enough. She pulled the wet towel from her hair. With the towel and her damp panties in hand she swung the bathroom door open, feeling comfortable and confident. Yeah that confidence shattered as she opened the door and barely get a foot stepped through the door frame when she froze.

Standing there waiting for the bathroom to become free was Izuku. He was facing away from the bathroom door. His curls sticking to his sweat covered forehead. He was wearing a tank top that was clinging to his body wherever his sweat had soaked the material. It had seemed he had gotten up early for a workout. Aoi would later ask who the hell works out at 4 in the bloody morning. But in that moment all she could do was freeze up and stare at him. How long had he been standing there? He probably didn't expect her to be awake at such an early hour.

As she stepped out he turned towards her, that large wide, brilliant smile pulling at his lips as he looked down at her. His lips moved as he bid her a good morning greeting. Yet she didn't hear his friendly greeting as she felt her ears start to burn. Oh fuck all she could think about was that damn dream as she clutched the damp towel and her panties to her chest. Did he hear her in the shower? What if he some how knew about her dream? She knew that was a stupid thought but still it crossed her mild panic stricken mind.

"Are you feeling okay?" His voice finally reached her ears as one scarred hand reached up to feel her forehead. She couldn't help but jump back as if his touch had burned her. But at least she was able to snap out of her panic.

"Yeah I'm fine. You're up early?" She quickly tried to change the subject as she looked up at him and his stupidly worried expression.

"Oh well I often get up early. It's easier to fit in a work out in the morning," he said as he gives the back of his neck a rub with one scarred hand.

How could he run on so little sleep? He often did not get to head to bed before 10pm at night as he often spend the evening after dinner visiting with her and watching tv. And then he was up before the ass crack of dawn. She wondered how he could do it. She was a mess if she didn't get a solid eight hours. And then the nights she knew she woke him up when she had a nightmare. Even when he did not come to comfort her. She was sure she still woke him up. Now she was feeling guilty for keeping him up late into the evening but also waking him up during the middle of the night.

The whiplash from her own emotions was giving her a headache. One minute she's horny and the next she's feeling guilty. Maybe she should just head back to bed and pretend this day was starting over.

"Oh," she mumbled softly as she stepped out of the bathroom and slipped past him so that she could try to escape this still awkward situation. All she could do was run away and call over her shoulder "Well go shower and I'll start on some breakfast."

She left him standing in the hallway in front of the bathroom as she ran off first to her room to drop off her dirty towel and panties, before she was slipping into the kitchen. Though stepping into the kitchen did help calm her a little. She started on breakfast. The motion of cooking helped to sooth her raddled brain. Her emotions lately had felt all over the place. Maybe the outing with Ochako had been good for her? Then again she felt exhausted just thinking about all that walking and socializing she had to do. And yet she knew it was unhealthy to stay cooped up. Izuku being the only one to chat with. It was probably why he would cling to her when he was home.

There goes the guilt quickly returning to her mind. And with it the depressed thoughts. Why did he bother to care? It would be so much easier and cheaper for him to just toss her out. And in a way a part of her wished he would. She had lived on the streets before, she could do it again if she had to. Ah but she knew he would never do that to her. He was probably one of the few hero's, no humans, alive who would not openly turn a blind eye to someone suffering. What an idiot he was, he was truly too kind for his own good.

She let out a heavy sigh as she turned off the stove and moved to grab two plates so that she could section up their meal.