My Lover Academia: MHA x Reader [Requests OPEN!]

🌟🍋 Embrace (Izuku x TransFTM!Reader)

*♡request for Thee_Starlights♡*

You're lying in a warm, dimly lit room, the soft hum of the air conditioner, a gentle white noise that wraps around you like a blanket. Your eyes are closed, and you're lost in the sensation of the soft fabric of your shirt brushing against your skin. The scent of fresh laundry fills the air, a comforting smell that's become synonymous with home. Suddenly, a gentle touch grazes your shoulder, and your eyes flutter open to reveal Izuku, looking down at you with a shy smile. His green eyes, usually filled with a fiery determination, are now soft and affectionate.

"Hey," he says, his voice low and soothing. "How was your day?"

You sit up slowly, feeling a bit self-conscious about the mess that is your hair, and run your hand through it to try and tame the wild strands. "It was okay," you reply, returning the smile. "How about you?"

Deku sits beside you, his legs folded under him. His cheeks are a light shade of pink, and he looks away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "It was good," he murmurs. "But it's about to get better."

Before you can ask what he means, he leans in and presses his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle at first, a soft exploration that quickly escalates into something more passionate. His hands find their way to your chest, his fingers tracing the contours of your muscles through the fabric. You feel your heart pound in response, and you can't help but let out a soft gasp.

With a sudden boldness, Deku pulls back, his eyes searching yours for permission. You've never gone this far with him. You nod, and he carefully lifts the hem of your shirt, revealing the scars that line your chest. He runs his fingers over the raised lines, a silent question in his gaze. You take a deep breath, feeling a mix of vulnerability and comfort.

"They're from my top surgery," you explain, your voice a little hoarse. "It's all part of who I am now."

Deku nods, his eyes never leaving the scars. He leans in to kiss them, his lips moving tenderly over each one. You close your eyes, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. His touch is soothing, like a balm on your soul. It feels like a declaration of acceptance and love, a promise that he sees all of you and cherishes every part.

His hand continues to caress your chest as he moves closer, his breath warm against your skin. You can feel his heart racing, syncing with the rhythm of yours. The weight of his body feels just right as he straddles you, his legs on either side of your hips. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

Your hands move to his waist, feeling the firmness of his muscles, the way they tighten under your touch. You know he's been training hard, pushing himself to be the hero he was always meant to be. And here he is, with you, sharing this moment of vulnerability and intimacy. It's a stark contrast to the battles he's fought, the villains he's defeated, and it makes you love him even more.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes searching yours with a hunger that makes your stomach flip. "Can I see more?" he whispers, his voice thick with desire. You nod, lifting your shirt over your head. The cool air kisses your bare skin, making you shiver. He looks at you with a mix of awe and admiration. "You're so strong," he says, his thumb tracing the edge of a scar.

You lean back, allowing him to explore, his touch feather-light as he takes in the story written on your body. His eyes meet yours again, filled with a newfound passion. "You're wonderful," he murmurs, and you believe him. In this moment, you feel invincible.

As he leans back in, his teeth catch your bottom lip, and you can't help but let out a soft whimper. His kisses become more urgent, his hands roaming lower to unbuckle your belt. You help him, eager to feel his skin against yours. The anticipation is almost too much to bear as you both fumble with your clothes, the tension in the room building.