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The First Time (🍋)

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Requested by SadieReed4

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO MAY'VE READ THIS BEFORE, THE PREVIOUS IMAGE THAT GAVE ME INSPIRATION WAS FLAGGED SO I REPLACED IT WITH SOMETHING MORE WHOLESOME! THE ORIGINAL COMIC IS THE ON INSTAGRAM SO YOU CAN CHECK IT OUT IF YOU WANT!

As I've said before, this is a lemon... 

An... actual (sorta) lemon...

I'M SORRY 2020 SPUD I'M ALREADY (sorta) BREAKING THE NO SMUT RULE!!!

BUT THIS IS MORE POETIC THAN HARDCORE!

AU:
Normal
Warnings:
Slight angst
Small smut implications

Imma try a different writing style for this

[Izuku's POV]

I had my first time with Kacchan.

It wasn't too extravagant with rose petals in the romantic candlelight.
It wasn't anything over the top at all.
We agreed to meet up in his room.
He insisted we did, claiming that my room had too much of All Might.
He didn't like my floor, claiming it was the most loud and busy floor.

I had my first time with Kacchan.

He took me inside, glancing around so no one could question what we were about to do.
It's risky, doing it in the dorms.
He slams the door, staring into my eyes for a moment, before pinning me to the wall and fervently making out with me.
My knees went week, and I close my eyes, kissing hesitantly because this was all new.
He picks me up, threading his fingers through my hair and tugging on its roots, pushing me closer.

I had my first time with Kacchan.

His kiss was soft, warm like the heat of an open fire.
It was sweet, and I find myself opening my mouth more to feel his velvety tongue.
It was sloppy, but somewhat graceful, tasting my saliva and giving a tease of the pleasure to come.
He drops me onto his bed, giving my body so much love, kissing my freckles and forehead, hands exploring my porcelain skin .
Clothes come off, and I can't bring myself to open my eyes.

I had my first time with Kacchan.

He tells me to look at him and stop sobbing, so I did.
I look into his soft red eyes, how they glowed faintly with both love and lust.
He says I was an angel, that I was the most prettiest and delicate thing he'd ever seen.
He says he loves me so much, and he would never deliberately hurt me or make me cry.
And I believe him.

I had my first time with Kacchan.

He never stopped showering my body with kisses and licks, each gesture causing my back to arch and toes to curl.
He never stopped whispering how beautiful I was against my skin, the hot air blown there causing my hands to clench the bedsheets harder.
Tears glaze my eyes as his touches burn all over, the bliss making my head spin in circles.
He took it slow, despite all the increasing risks of being caught together, for I wasn't supposed to be here.
He took it slow; he knew I was scared.

I had my first time with Kacchan.

I didn't know whether I should've believe that he loved me, even though he constantly told me he did.
He was patient, looking me straight in the eyes and waiting until I was ready, waiting for me to nod before sliding my boxers off.
He relieved all my insecurities, softly lifting my thigh up and opening my legs, saying how thick, delicate and sexy they looked.
I was so hot and weird-feeling that I couldn't be shamed by his cooing words.
He comes back to my lips and pecks them multiple times, my anxiety melting away as he grips onto both my wide-spread legs. 

I had my first time with Kacchan.

He entered slowly and, because it was my first time, it hurt more than I thought.
It burned, and I cried tears, but he was there, again, to kiss me.
He told me it was ok, he waited for me to adjust to the weird feeling, he gave me a solace I never thought I could feel.
I squint my eyes, trying to control my breathing and feeling his lips all over my body.
My hands go to his shoulder blades, my head tilted upwards, scratching marks into his perfect, tanned skin.

I had my first time with Kacchan.

I started to kiss him back, my arms trembling as the pain morphs to pleasure.
He gives me more words and phrases, saying how amazing I felt around him.
He waits a moment longer before moving so gently and I close my eyes, moaning as he caressed my insides.
I could feel something coil inside of me.
I've never felt it before, but it felt explosive, my back melting around his arm and exposing my stomach for him to touch.

I had my first time with Kacchan.

I knew it was wrong, but it felt so good.
It felt so right, and my vision goes blurry as my body is racked with immense pleasure.
Never had something so deadly be something so sweet.
My legs wrap around him tightly, bringing myself closer towards him to taste more.
He's panting, edging closer to something as his pace hastens.

I had my first time with Kacchan.

Skin on skin.
Moans and groans.
Lips on flesh.
Fingers and nails.
Intoxicating love.

I had my first time with Kacchan.

He asked before switching my position, causing me to face the bed instead of facing himself.
It was a better position for my aching back, a muscular body now pressed up against it.
I'm sweating, trying to be quiet by biting my lips but I really couldn't.
He says I sound amazing, saying I don't need to hide my angelic voice.
I ended up listening to him, but I was so afraid of being caught.

I had my first time with Kacchan.

There was a moment where I was on the verge of something, the pleasure getting to an erotic level.
He digs in deeper, hands clenching around mine which were pressed so tightly into the mattress.
I think I was screaming, but I couldn't tell, my mind buzzing with exhilaration.
It was late at night, the humid and thick air eloping us as an unwanted companion, a hand over my mouth to contain my blissful cries.
I grit my teeth as a wave of euphoria overcomes me, my eyeballs rolling back as lips pressed gently against the sweet spot of my neck.

I had my first time with Kacchan.

It was amazing and I wanted more of it.
But I was afraid.
I love him so much, but I know that we're not supposed to be together.
A forbidden love, which was why this was so risky to do.
We did it in his room because there was someone who lived next to mine.

I had my first time with Kacchan.

We couldn't be together because there was one person Kacchan loved more than me.
I wish he could love me more than as much as he loves him.
But I think that that, on top of this, was too much to ask for.
Because Kacchan has a boyfriend with a priceless, toothed smile.

And it was never me.

Oooooooooof

Pretty sure that was obvious, but hey! Also, the bf is pretty easy to figure out :3

There is no part two, and they end up getting caught and become homeless (I'm kidding make your own story up :D)

Hope the writing style was nice! I have another style coming up after FLUFF FEBRUARY so keep your eyes out for that (It's obviously an angst :))

Be potates!

                        ~Spud🥔