The fluorescent lights of Izuku's dorm room hummed, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside Y/N. A stack of hero-analysis notebooks sat precariously on his desk, each page filled with meticulous notes and sketches. Izuku, with his signature messy green hair askew, was hunched over them, muttering to himself about power output and strategic advantages. He was completely absorbed.
Y/N, on the other hand, was anything but focused on academics. She'd strategically chosen her outfit for this particular "study session": a short, playful skirt that barely skimmed her thighs and a tight white t-shirt that hinted at the curves beneath. It was a calculated move, a playful trap set for the oblivious hero-in-training.
The first hour passed in relative silence, punctuated only by the scratching of Izuku's pen and the occasional rustle of paper. Y/N feigned interest in her own textbook, but her mind kept drifting back to the memory of their last encounter. It had been a whirlwind of hesitant touches, shy glances, and a shared exploration of uncharted territory. The memory of Izuku's hands on her skin, the soft brush of his lips against her neck, sent shivers down her spine.
She glanced at Izuku. He was so earnest, so dedicated to his studies, it was almost endearing. But endearing wasn't what she was going for today. She wanted to disrupt his focus, to pull him away from the world of heroes and villains and into the world of…them.
A mischievous grin spread across her face. "Izuku," she said, her voice soft, "Can you explain this part to me? I'm completely lost."
Izuku, ever the helpful one, immediately swiveled his chair around, his eyes wide with concern. "Of course, Y/N! Where are you stuck?"
She pointed vaguely at a paragraph on the page, but her eyes were fixed on him. She leaned closer, her shoulder brushing against his arm. "It's just…all of it, really. I don't understand any of it."
He launched into an explanation, his hands gesturing animatedly as he tried to simplify the complex concepts. Y/N listened, or at least pretended to, enjoying the way his brow furrowed in concentration, the way his eyes lit up when he finally managed to convey a difficult idea.
Another hour ticked by. The air in the room grew thick with unspoken tension. Y/N's initial plan of subtle teasing was starting to feel…insufficient. She wanted more. She craved his attention, his touch, his undivided focus.
Then, opportunity struck, or rather, she engineered it. Reaching for her water bottle, she "accidentally" knocked it over, sending a cascade of cold water directly onto her chest.
"Oh!" she gasped, feigning surprise. The white t-shirt instantly became translucent, revealing the delicate red lace of her bra beneath.
Izuku's head snapped up, his face flushing a deep scarlet. His eyes widened, darting between her face and the soaked fabric clinging to her chest. He stammered, "Y-Y/N! Are you alright? I-I'm so sorry!"
"I'm fine," she said, her voice a little breathy. She reached for the hem of her shirt and slowly, deliberately, pulled it over her head. She let it drop to the floor, leaving her standing in just her bra and skirt.
Izuku squeezed his eyes shut, turning away from her. "Y/N! What are you doing? You'll catch a cold!"
She smirked, stepping closer to him. "I'm perfectly warm, Izuku. Actually, I'm feeling a little…hot." She reached out and gently took his hands, pulling them away from his face. "Look at me, Izuku."
He hesitated, then slowly opened his eyes. His gaze flickered over her, taking in the curve of her breasts, the delicate lace of her bra, the flush of her skin. His breath hitched.
"Y/N," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I…I don't think we should…"
"Why not?" she asked, her voice soft and persuasive. She ran her fingers through his messy green hair, tilting his head up to meet her gaze. "Don't you want me, Izuku?"
He swallowed hard, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and apprehension. "Of course, I do," he confessed, his voice barely audible. "But…we have to study."
Y/N laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Studying can wait," she whispered, leaning in close to his ear. "I have a much better idea of how we can spend our time."
She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and his resolve crumbled. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, his fingers tracing the delicate skin of her back.
The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. He ran his hands down her back, cupping her bottom, pulling her even closer. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He broke the kiss, gasping for air. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Are you sure about this?"
She nodded, her eyes shining with desire. "More than anything," she said.
He picked her up, carrying her to his bed. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers. He kissed her again, and again, each kiss more passionate than the last. He unhooked her bra, his fingers fumbling with the clasp. He tossed it aside, his eyes feasting on her bare breasts.
She reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, deliberately, her eyes locked on his. He shrugged it off, revealing his toned chest. She ran her hands over his muscles, reveling in the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips.
He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, each kiss sending waves of pleasure through her body. She arched her back, moaning softly.
The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, their whispered moans, the rustling of clothes. The storm outside raged on, mirroring the storm of passion that consumed them.
Later, as they lay tangled together in the aftermath of their lovemaking, Y/N smiled contentedly. Izuku was still flustered, his cheeks flushed, but his eyes were filled with a tenderness that made her heart melt.
"So," she said, nudging him playfully. "Did I successfully distract you from your studies?"
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "Completely," he admitted. "But I don't think I mind."
Y/N snuggled closer to him, feeling a sense of contentment she had never known before. Maybe, just maybe, a little distraction was exactly what they both needed. And as for the hero analysis notebooks? They could wait. For now, all that mattered was the warmth of Izuku's body next to hers, and the promise of many more "study sessions" to come.