Something was fucking wrong here.

A lot of somethings.

For starters, he was laying on his couch, not drunk. Sure, he was pretty good at ending up on his bed, and sometimes during the summer, he would sleep out here anyway because it was just that much cooler. But, he remembered the events of last night well.

He wasn't drunk.

He had chosen to sleep—defiantly—on his couch leaving Suriel in his bed after that troll of a divine being known as Maria had decided to teleport Suriel into his bed. That was how things were when he left them last night. Him on the couch. Suriel in his bed.

So.

Why the hell was Suriel on top of him?

More importantly, why the hell was his hand on her ass. Her bare ass! Well, he knew why he was still holding onto her ass, and it wasn't fear of waking her up. It was just an amazingly grabbable ass. He just didn't know how his hand ended up there. There were many theories running through Izuku's mind as he felt his raging hard-on press against Suriel's thigh, separated only by his blanket and his own pajama shorts.

Furthermore, where the hell were Suriel's pants?

She was still wearing the flannel pajama shirt she had on last night, but he could feel that it was all but completely unbuttoned, and the blanket between them was all that was stopping her miraculous rack from touching his chest. Suriel was using his entire body as a pillow, her face nuzzled into his shoulder as she had her arms wrapped around his neck, making it impossible for him to escape even if he wanted to try.

Okay.

Either Maria had just teleported Suriel in her sleep again, which seemed unlikely because he would have been woken up again.

Or.

More likely.

Suriel woke up in the middle of the night, went to the bathroom, and somehow stumbled her way back to the couch where instead of checking to see if it was occupied she had just laid down on top of him like it was the most natural thing to do. Somehow she even did so without even waking him up.

So.

What was he supposed to do?

Izuku half hummed, partially procrastinating his thought process to just enjoy being so close to such an unearthly beautiful woman, his hand squeezed Suriel's butt slightly as he weighed his options. He could just wait, waiting sounded fun, but he could hear his phone buzzing from where he left it.

So, he should probably stop groping Suriel's ass and get up.

"Mmmm," Suriel groaned, her purple eyes fluttering open. Yep, she was just as beautiful waking up as she had been yesterday. She made direct eye contact with him, but just blinked, and continued to sit up on him. Her butt slipped out from his grasp, and his hard-on was slipped between her thighs. Her open flannel shirt swayed with each of her tender movements, giving him a wonderful view of her full, round breasts that were living art complimented by her fit, slender stomach.

He could make out so many details in her partially naked form that his mind was boggling to try and keep up. When Maria had said that Suriel was his type, she hadn't been wrong. He liked lighter haired girls, he was a fan of large breasts and just enjoyed fit girls in general. Suriel was all those attributes brought to their absolute pinnacle. And the fact that she was currently wearing his all-time favorite outfit of panties—optional—and an unbuttoned shirt that was barely holding onto her shoulders.

Suriel let out a long stretch, one arm grabbing the other behind her head to thrust out her chest, causing her breasts to slip free of their flimsy containment and jutt forth showing off two perfectly biteable nipples. Her wings burst out from nowhere extending to their maximum length, bathing him in a show of silver-purple dipped feathers that were simply breathtaking.

Realization hit Izuku then.

He either needed to romance Suriel or die of blue balls.

Mostly because he doubted he'd be able to have a one-night stand with Suriel in the house, and second, because Suriel was just intoxicating, especially with her cheerful purple eyes and her luscious silver hair.

"Mornin Suri," Izuku smirked, leaning into the fact that he was on his couch by placing both hands behind his head. "Sleep well."

"Fanta—" She stopped, her eyes snapping open wide to look at him, at his bare chest, at her exposed chest, and finally at his rather prominent morning wood. Her face turned a very bright red. Suriel slammed both hands into her face and pushed off of him with her wings sending her gracefully tumbling backward and into his loveseat and knocking it over. Her wings vanished and Suriel peered over at him from the cover of his furniture.

"You! Izuku! Why! What? Bed!" She flailed pointing one finger at his bedroom.

Izuku sat and gave his own stretch, watching as Suriel eyed him no less than he had been eying her moments ago. "Look, it's not my fault."

"But you were supposed to be in bed!" Suriel continued to glare at him with a growing blush. "And you were looking at me naked."

"You have a shirt on."

"You didn't wake me up!"

"Look. It's not my fault." though, maybe she had a point about his ogling. "Last night, Maria teleported you into my bed."

"I hate that that makes sense." Suriel huffed and turned away from him, her shoulders moving like she was buttoning up her shirt. Good-by sweet sweet boobies. "Where are my pants! And why am I out here?"

"No idea," Izuku just shrugged. "You might have taken them off last night? Do you remember going to the bathroom last night?"

Suriel paused. Then spun to look at him.

"Well?"

She nodded. "Yeah." She paused again, her purple eyes wavering on him. "I remember coming back and sleeping out here. Which. Might be why you were under me."

He'd love to be under her anytime.

"Sorry for not waking you up right away." Izuku scratched the back of his head. "And sorry for staring, I was just, well, uhh, honestly, I was trying to figure out the best way to wake you up so you wouldn't freak out. And then, I well, you are really beautiful so I ended up just enjoying the view."

Suriel sunk down again, her arms in front of her while she buried her head into the seat cushion. "Please don't compliment me when we're like this! I can't take it!"

"I'm just saying the truth."

Her head popped up with a red angry glare. "Then answer this honestly."

"Shoot."

"Were you grabbing onto my ass."

"...Yes."

"Why didn't you let go?"

"Honestly?"

She shook her head up and down.

"You have an amazing ass."

Suriel, an incredibly powerful angel that could easily take out a top hero like Katsuki and had been alive for millennia; greatest weakness: Compliments.

XXXX

Suriel stood next to him, her long silver hair was pulled into a high ponytail while a tuft of hair fell over her right eye. The top she was wearing was a basic black shirt that while tucked into her shorts created a large tent due to her breasts. She looked like an adorable military chick that was ready to kick butt if she needed.

Which was his type.

Why was it his type?

"So," Suriel pushed her shirt down to no avail and bit her lip looking at him. "I managed to talk to Maria."

"Is that what the screaming was in the bathroom?"

"Yes."

"Ahh. I assume mirrors let you see her or something?"

Suriel nodded, "Yep, she agreed that she wouldn't interfere anymore, provided that, I umm." Suriel took a deep breath bringing her hands together in front of her chest before spreading them out wide. "Be more uhh, open-minded?"

"Huh?" Izuku raised an eyebrow at her. "Open-minded, Suri," Her face lit up whenever he called her that, and the blush on her cheeks increased again. "You haven't been anything but open-minded. You don't have to listen to Maria, she's just, well, I guess she's just bored and spending too much energy being invested in other people's relationships."

"Oh, I'm aware, but, I uhh." Suriel slapped her cheeks and shook her head. "Izuku. I'm. I'm aware that there is a physical attraction between us."

Well, now this was a conversation he was more than willing to have. He could be late to the office to figure this out. "Is that so? I thought it was one-sided, you are really—"

"Please let me finish before you make me flustered again."

Where was the fun in that?

"Alright. So you think I'm attractive?"

And just like that Suriel was flustered. Her cheeks were glowing pink, she slumped against the wall, and nodded slightly. She was making this too easy. "Yes. I umm. I do believe that there is some. Err. A lot. Of attraction on my part. So. I umm. I wanted to understand your intentions. With. uhh. Me. Or us? Sorry I've never had to uhh, deal with something like this before."

Izuku nodded. "Well, I guess there's a first time for everyone, isn't there? So you want to know what I want to do with this mutual attraction, Suri?"

She gave a light eep when he called her that again, and nodded, pressed up against the wall as much as she possibly could, the effect making her chest stick out just the slightest bit more. Here was a woman that could kill him in a heartbeat staring at him so meekly. Him, the only quirkless man in the entire world.

"I will be the first to admit, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met." Suriel gave a light whine. "But, I'm not a fan of having someone else pushing us into a relationship. That said, the more time I spend with you, the happier I am."

Suriel swallowed and nodded, her purple eyes never once leaving his. "I umm, yesterday was the happiest I've been in." She paused, biting her lip and shaking her hips. "Forever? So. Thank you for that. But uhh. What are your intentions? Because I've never done anything like this so I want to know what you're planning so I can prepare myself for—"

"Prepare yourself?" Izuku laughed and smiled at her. "Suriel. I'll tell you what my intentions are."

He moved forward, placing his forearm against the wall just above Suriel's head, pinning her there without even touching. He smiled, letting the silence speak for him as Suriel looked at him with wide purple eyes and bright red cheeks. "My intentions are to romance you. I want to make your heartbeat more than anyone else, be they human, demon, or angel, ever could. I want to make you fall in love with me, and I want to do the same."

He let the words sink in and then reached up to grab Suriel's chin.

"Well, Suri? How does that sound."

Suriel blinked. "I can't feel my legs."

"You'll get used to that."

"Huh?"

"Sex joke."

"Sex?!" Suriel's eyes went wide and she started to slide against the wall. "I mean, that's part of a relationship, but I've never done anything even remotely like that. Unless hugs count, do hugs count?"

"No."

"What if they're from Maria?"

"Maybe." Izuku smiled and spread his arms out wide. "You want to try hugging me to see how they compare?"

Suriel blinked, staring at his chest now and once again biting his lip. She might be the most beautiful woman he had ever met but she was also the most adorable. Her hand was placed firmly against his chest for a moment before she stood straight.

Izuku had hugged women before. He had hugged women he was crushing on. He had hugged large breasted women. Many while naked.

But none of them even came close to the feeling he got while hugging Suriel.

It was a long slow hug, with both of them wrapping their arms around each other and just pressing their bodies against each other, Surie's hands on his back, one grabbing at the hem of his shirt. For his part, Izuku kept his hands above her waist. Even without grabbing at her, this was easily the most erotic hug he had ever experienced. Just being able to hold her like this while he smelled the berry scent of her shampoo, was so stimulating.

They parted the hug after what felt like both forever and just a few short seconds.

Suriel kept a hand on his chest and patted him likely. "That was a lot different than Maria's."

"Good, now, I actually do need to get to work, so let's go alright?"

Suriel nodded and followed after him.

He could feel her chest against his all day.

AN: I wanted to write an incredibly thicc and cute silver haired character. And because Rei isn't actually really thicc i remembered I had this fic!