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This what was bliss felt like in its pure and raw form. A sensation and wholeness, indescribable. This was love in a form Izuku had only for one person in the entire world. In the eternities.
This was a tenderness, a love, a bliss, a wholeness, for Ochako, his wife (gosh he still can’t get over how that felt on his tongue to say) of only a few months.
They were in bed, their shared queen sized bed (an upgrade from the double they had to cozily share for the first 3 weeks). The bed they woke up together in every morning, slept together every night…among many other activities. One of such being right now as Izuku slowly, tantalizingly, ran a toughened but supple hand down the bare skin of Ochako’s side, reveling in the goosebumps it garnered from her. She breathed out, like she too was in this bliss he strived to give her.
The environment was calm, a steady ambiance of the room to lull the energy into meditative.
Izuku sat behind his wife, drinking up everything about her. His hand traveled down until it stopped over the fabric of her underwear where he hooked a thumb temporarily, just to get that silent hum from her, and moved on lower until he ran it down her thigh. She swallowed, tensing, egging him on even more. He leaned down to her ear as he pulled his lips back into a lazy, tired smirk from a full day of work.
“Feel alright?” He lilted, dropping his voice into low, rumbling tones.
She took a deep breath and groaned, almost inaudibly, when he traveled his hand to massage out her sore thighs and dug into tight bundle of muscle.
“…Izuku…” she whined, chest rising and falling slowly.
“Mhm?” He mumbled into her neck.
He began to plant feathery kisses down towards her shoulder, to which Ochako readily outturned her neck to allow him better access. He couldn’t hold back a smile.
“ ‘feels good...but in a really hurts now sort of way."
Izuku chuckled, the calm before the storm. He grazed his teeth down the sensitive skin of her neck. She froze, hitched her breath, and stiffened.
He paused and enjoyed the way his wife knew exactly what he was about to do yet still tensed and squirmed as if the suspense was much more dramatic than it actually was. Once he saw her relax just enough to signal her guard was down, he bit right at the base of neck, in that one spot he knew always made her whole body react in just the way he was going for.
She drew in a sharp breath, wincing all her gorgeous features, then did what he expected, but never quite got used to. As he sucked the skin there, she moaned and dropped her head back onto his shoulder, arching herself alluringly. He felt his own body heat rise from her reaction, desire burning brighter. It was almost suffocating.
He couldn't stop himself from teasing her skin an inch from the last location and biting her there, too, with an accidental husky grumble from the depths of his chest. Ochako hissed and whined, but rolled the back of her head on Dekus shoulder away from him as if to say keep going.
Everything inside him lit up, he felt the fully functioning recesses of his brain flip a switch and surge him full of energy previously drained by the day's events. It was the side of him no one else but her ever saw, a whole awakening only his wife would ever get to experience.
Chuffing down her neck, he gradually brought the hand down on her thigh up her hip and bare back until he reached her bra strap. As he kissed the hurt areas of her skin (by his own doing), he brought his other hand up and scratched underneath the band, one of her favorite places being right where she couldn’t reach except the middle to unlatch. .
“Mhmm, No…early bedtime tonight…huh? Even though you’re kinda putting me asleep.” Ochako breathed out, eyes closed under his mesmerizing spell.
He chuckled raspily right next to her ear, making her shiver and tense back up. Especially, when he ran his nails lightly over her shoulder.
“Guess I got a second wind? And…maybe that’s the point after the day you had?” He teased, trickling his hands down her sides. She discreetly rolled her upper half in time with his movements and dangit, Deku couldn’t hold back anymore.
His hands gripped her sides firmly, but not enough to hurt of course, and pulled her back flush into himself. Ochako yelped, her giggles getting cut off when he reached over her and gripped her chin, stealing her lips with his own. The less than ideal angle did nothing to deter either, even as Ochako had to crane her neck considerably. And if it was uncomfortable, she didn't let it dampen the passion whatsoever. In fact, Izuku could argue it spurred her on more, like she took the challenge just to prove something to him.
Which, well, worked… as well as really make him lose grips on his normal gentle, shy, and polite nature.
He was about to advance things on when his wife beat him to it, turning and digging a knee into his thigh in her course to face him. He choked back a hiss. Ochako had enough decency to force a breathy sorry out as she positioned her other leg and released the painful knee to its proper position, effectively straddling him.
The pain was nothing, she was breathtaking.
He loved her more than anything, and when her heady (sleepy) eyes met his, he was touched in an inexplicable way. Like everything was just right, like they were where they should be. Together. The comfortable, lazy, intimacy.
But the realistic side to this all was…It wasn’t always like this. The first month provided its own challenges, but they'd both worked hard to overcome their individual insecurities and issues. Some still prevalent, he could see the way Ochako battled between wanting to cover herself and wanting to be proud of her body to this day.
So Deku smiled, eyes creasing. He felt overwhelmed with everything good about her.
“You’re doing that look again, Izu.” She said shyly, settling into his lap with impressive flexibility.
He had to presently ignore the second fact, or how their current position felt, so to speak. He wanted to let her know his love first before anything else. It's what she deserved, and deserved always. Never did he want her to think she was in any way an object to him, or that he loved her less than lusted.
It actually took him quite some time in their earlier UA days to even think of that kind of stuff with her…until the end of third year and goodness he’s not going to go into that.
It was terrible. One such issue being anytime they sparred—alone—overtime things so happened to get heated…and both their restraints to keep the fight a fight burned at the edges.
“I just…I love you so much, Ochako,” Izuku said gently.
The way her eyes widened and mouth parted was everything. She wasn’t expecting it. Perfect.
“You're beautiful, and I mean more than just your body. But everything about you, down to your soul.”
At this she rolled her eyes, but visibly took in the genuinity of his statement and pressed her forehead to his with a warm hum. He breathed out with all the warmth inside him to match hers, if possible. Using his right hand, he raised it to lay flat between her collarbones.
“Glad I could steal this away from you.” He snickered. She shook her head against his and huffed.
He didn't care if he ruined the moment, because he could feel her smile in front of him. That’s what really mattered at the end of the day. Wasn’t like they were trying to have kids yet anyways.
Yet.
“You're so mushy.” She said as if it was a well known thing between them.
Which in all fairness, it was.
“Only for you.”
His wife groaned, he laughed. She pressed away from him and face palmed, smiling that smile he could never get tired of.
He allowed his hand to drift down—out of comfort—from her movement until it rested at her diaphragm, right above the stomach. It drew her attention to look at his hand, to which she brought up her own to rest upon his. There was something meaningful behind it, something reverent. Izuku didn’t dare speak and ruin this too.
“You make me feel beautiful, Izuku.” She said.
“Easy to do when you already are,” He replied cheekily. “I just point out what’s there.”
Ochako grumbled, looking up at the ceiling with a wry smile.
“Oh shut up!” She chuckled and met his gaze again, crinkled expression dropping upon seeing Izukus.
That tenderness, meaningful moment was long gone from him. And instead, he met her surprised face with one of smugness and allure, eyes daring and lidded , lips a siren in of themselves.
“Make me then…” He drawled out, poking out his chin defiantly.
Ochako formed an O with her mouth, the shift was sudden, and he knew it, but his flirty mode was always a dramatic switch like this. Her reactions served well to make him do it time after time even if sometimes a slower shift would perhaps be more suitable, he couldn't help being sudden.
“Mmhm? Shut you up?” She raised a brow, looking him up and down.
Deku flopped down onto the bed, bringing her with him and waited expectantly for her to make the next move. She was startled, having been moved without warning, but soon lit up excitedly. He secretly knew she loved taking control now and then, so part of the fun was getting things right into her playing field. There was something about her competitive spirit when it came to their private times together that he would do anything to bring out of her. Yes, that meant he didn’t mind losing if you get the drift.
Ochako took no hesitation in adjusting her (Very. Very attractive legs) to straddle him again. He gripped her hips securely, kneading them, generously slipping beneath her underwear line and back over it with want itching at every tip of his fingers. Her eyes grew heavy and lidded, a powerful pin on him from above.
When she bent down at the hips and brought her hands to run up his bare abs and chest languidly, he closed his eyes, smiled, and let out an audibly pleasurable sigh. Ochako giggled softly, bringing him out of his rest. His blissful smile turned into a wry smirk.
A smirk his wife decided to engulf in her buttercream lips. It was gentle, fleeting. She pulled back after what he’d consider a good peck.
“Really! Who’d know how-!“
There was an aggressive, loud knock from the front door. Ochako startled and whirled her head around to look towards the sound, their own rooms door blocking the view of the front area.
Izuku sighed and placed a kiss to his wife’s cheek, getting lost in the tenderness for a moment, placing several kisses down her jaw in the flash fire return of his desperate addled brain. She giggled and lost herself in it too until she gave him a slightly weary look, gesturing to the door. Izuku closed his eyes, nodding dejectedly, and peeled himself away from Ochako as if it physically pained him. And it did, but another raucous knock startled him, turning his body into overdrive to throw on something.
“It’s 11:32pm!” Izuku grumbled as he checked his watch.
Ochako shook her head and shrugged, however on alert. Izuku was no dummy to not notice her concern, protectiveness kicking in full term in seeing the way she shifted with an uneasy downward curl of her lips.
“Be careful.” She said softly.
Opening the bedroom door, he shot her his award winning smile to hopefully calm her nerves (despite he himself feeling the familiar antsy tingles inside him).
“Coming!” He yelled, hopping the last foot into some…well he grabbed the shorts on the floor, forgetting what exactly they were.
That was future Izukus problem.
AKA, Future in 10 seconds Problem.
He tugged on a t-shirt just as he reached the handle of the front door, not even bothering to check security cameras with how bothered and annoyed he felt. He tore the door open, standing tall and intimidating in case this wasn’t a friendly visit from a-
An all too familiar blonde stood livid outside his apartment, body screaming with disdain for being what? Inconvenienced Izuku didn’t answer his door at nearly midnight???
“Kacchan?!” He just…blinked at the slightly taller pro hero (yes, only by 2 inches!) as if that was enough to say ‘you better explain yourself’ but also what on earth?’
“YOU IDIOT!” He roared, throwing out his hands with a more than riled expression than Izuku needed at this hour, right during one of the few times he actually had the means to be with his wife er- intimately.
Normally, both were quite literally too exhausted, or injured, or they saw something that day that ruined the mood and it made the special bonding time incredibly difficult to procure in a way that was meaningful. Made for great natural birth control if there was any upside to it at all.
They both vowed to never make it just some way to take their mind off of things as that never led down a good road.
Instead of reacting, Izuku only served an outraged Kacchan with a sigh, leaning his head on his hand gripping the doorway
This, though, served to make the fine lines of Kacchans anger deepen.
“DEKU. I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO REACH YOU FOR OVER AN HOUR AND-“
He lifted his head to level Kacchan with a rare tightened, seething of features and pushed him at his chest, making him sound the most undignified noise ever and stumble backwards into the hall. He followed after him and shut the door, there was no use in having Ochako deal with this crap at this hour.
“OI YOU BASTARD!” Kacchan yelled. He threw Izuku's hand to the side.
Izuku didn’t offer much of a reaction there, having been filled with burning annoyance in his tense muscles and gritted teeth.
“Is there an emergency?” He offered in a practiced level tone, biting down his original spat.
Kacchan jerked his head back and squinted at him with his face all wrung up.
“Have you been ignoring me?!”
Izuku bored into him, unphased.
“No, my phone was turned off. Kacchan please, what’s the issue?” He sighed.
He knew this was very uncharacteristic for him, it was obvious Kacchan was greatly thrown by it. But did he care? No. No he did not. The absolutely undignified contortion of his hero partner's face served well to lighten his mood at least a little.
“You- you never have your phone off.”
Before Izuku could rebuttal, he took in the way Kacchan just now was taking in his… oh HEAVENS
Pro hero Deku looked less than put together and horribly, embarrassingly, not decent.
“Don’t ask-“ he took a steadying breath. “Just- what’s the issue.”
“You sleep in short as fuck spandex?”
At least he hadn’t yet seen the backside of the spandex clad with bright bold letters spelling “ALL MIGHT” over his butt.
“Kacchan! Not the issue right now!”
“And fuck Deku you look…” Some sort of realization hit him. The entire exchange shifted.
Izuku wanted to turn his back to him, close the door, wrestle Ochako back in bed and just continue where they left off as if none of this happened. But some whining part of him knew that wouldn’t be how it turned out…not tonight.
“Kacchan!”
Kacchan snapped his attention back to him, narrowing his eyes, eyebrows furrowed. Some sort of hesitation pulled at the frown lines of his face.
“I got a lead on the case,” Kacchan crossed his arms. “Scouts verified the location of the bastard. We need to go now.”
The anger boiling inside him calmed down to at least an easy simmer. Guilt, too, entered his mind. This was a high priority case and all Kacchan wanted was to do their duty as heroes and finish this horrible case once and for all.
Izuku took in a breath and let it out through his nose, capturing Kacchans eyes in a silent apology. An apology for how worked up he got before getting all the pieces together.
“Oh.”
“ Yeah oh!”
“Kacchan, thanks for not going alone.”
Kacchan grumbled and shrugged it off, looking away. His anger too had subsided, like he also felt bad in a way. And awkward. Gosh, he probably, yknow, figured out what was going on during that dramatic shift in the air moments prior. It was a very odd encounter to say the least.
“Yeah, almost did when your idiot freckles didn’t answer the frickin phone.”
Izuku caught himself on a word, not quite sure what he was going to say. He glanced back at his door and opened it again, ushering in Kacchan silently.
“I needed a break…”
“There’s no taking breaks right now!”
Izuku glared at him, oh what a hypocrite he was!
“I’m not going to argue with you Kacchan but you were the one telling me I needed to take more time for myself. Remember?”
Before Kacchan could open his mouth, Izuku held up a hand.
“Let me tell Ochako, and change. Make yourself comfortable, okay?” He walked off to avoid any further possible arguments, nearly running into Ochako who’d just exited their room in a robe, eyes scanning the scene unfolding.
Frick what he’d do to tear that off of her, then promptly her lacy underwear.
“What’s going on?”
“Ah, uh-“
She locked eyes with Kacchan and furrowed her brow in concern.
“Is this about the case?”
“Yeah, nerd been ignoring me when I finally got a lead over an hour ago-“
He couldn’t fight the wince overtaking his face. Ochako placed a hand on his arm and gave it a gentle squeeze, patting him.
“Go ahead and get ready, I’ll talk to him.” She mumbled.
Izuku looked down at her solemnly and nodded before disappearing into their room, big bold ALLMIGHT letters flashing two very important people in his life, one of which he’d never hoped would ever see him in such a thing.