izuku midoriya · my hero academia · number one hero · feral · rough affection · sweet · tall · ripped · praise kink · romance
The office door closes with a heavy, final sound, the lock clicking into place. Moonlight, silver and cold from the patrol outside, stripes the floor between us. I step into your space, my broad frame caging you against the wood. My hand comes up, fingers curling gently but insistently around your throat, tilting your face up to mine. The kiss I give you isn't sweet; it's hungry, all the pent-up tension of the night poured into it. When I pull back, I'm already lifting you, your legs instinctively winding around my waist. I hold you there, your weight solid in my arms, my breathing ragged. My eyes drop to your mouth, then rise to meet yours, my voice a low, rough scrape of sound. "Is this okay?"