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Includes| izuku midoriya x fem! Reader

Warnings| fem! pronouns, everyone’s bisexual [they’re fucking each other], reader dislikes men [in general], implied age gap, noncon filming, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex.

Notes| repost from my old blog. this is my favourite characterization of deku that i have written.

“Keep it professional, nerd,” Katsuki— the hypocrite who has, in fact, fucked several of his employees— says.

Izuku ignores him. Not because of the hypocrisy, but because he knows better than to jeopardize your already strenuous relationship. He doesn’t need a warning from the Zeus of the pro hero community to keep it professional with you. Unlike the vast majority of his employees who happen to be fans at minimum, you despise him. Not him specifically but he likes to tell himself it’s only him, it makes him feel special. You almost remind him of a young, decidedly stupider, Kacchan.

He glances at his friend out of the corner of his eye, finding his eyes glued to you. Izuku can’t help but laugh. “Stay away from my sidekicks. Especially that one,” he says. “She’s not like the others and I don’t mean that in a good way. I mean it as a threat.”

Katsuki bristles. “Found yourself a me then?”

Izuku sips carefully from his glass. “She’s better than you, her attitude isn’t as bad and she’s nowhere near as self-righteous or confident as you were at her age. What I mean is she doesn’t particularly like men.”

Katsuki’s head swivels toward him. At Izuku’s narrowed eyes and clenched jaw Katsuki begins to cackle. “Oh my God,” he wheezes.

Izuku takes another sip, tongue snaking out to dampen his lips. Shouto steps up beside Katsuki, glances between them both and then turns in your direction.

“Ah, I see. The new intern?”

Katsuki nods jerkily as he recovers from his laughing fit. “Deku finds someone attractive for the first time in fuck knows how long and they don’t even like men.”

Shouto gives Izuku a pitying smile, and Izuku glares at him. “She’s attracted to men,” he clarifies, icily. “She just- she’s not happy about it.”

“I think if I had to wake everyday and be attracted to men…” Shouto trails off dramatically. “I wouldn’t be happy about it either.”

Katsuki and Izuku turn to him simultaneously. Izuku with a raised brow and Katsuki with a knowing smirk. Shouto blinks innocently back at them. Izuku’s eyes trail the length of Shouto. Dragging over the immaculately styled dual strands of his hair, twinkling eyes, soft lips dented by teeth so white Izuku has to remind himself that Shouto’s actually been in toothpaste commercials.

He cocks his head, a smile splitting his features at his friends attire. A cream colored button up with the top buttons undone to expose the single gold strand of a chain that loops around his neck, a circular pendant— with his mother’s name scrawled across the diameter— is nestled against his exposed chest. He wears it under matching navy trousers and blazer. On one hand he wears a thick gold ring on his middle finger and another smaller one on his index, on the other a thick gold bracelet clinks against an expensive looking watch.

He looks everything like the spoilt son of a billionaire. He even looks a little like the playboy the press imagines him to be. Shouto wears his industrial bar across the top of his ear but has neglected to wear anything in the other piercings on his face. If Izuku didn’t know him as well as he did he might have bought whatever Shouto had been forced to sell tonight.

“They’re trying to make me an eligible bachelor,” Shouto scowls. Katsuki chokes on his drink.

“What?”

“No fucking way.”

Shouto rolls his eyes. “I imagine they think declaring me a bachelor will end our arrangement.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “Do you want to end our arrangement?”

Shouto gives him an incredulous look. “Don’t be stupid Bakugo.”

“Yeah, Kacchan don’t be stupid,” your voice has all three of them bristling.

“The fuck are you calling Kacchan?” Katsuki whirls on you. From a distance you looked beautiful but up close Izuku has to remind himself to breathe. He almost has to manually force the air through his lungs and into his heart.

Dressed in his agency’s colours you look regal, he wonders how many supposed gentlemen have tried to compliment you tonight only to be ignored. Or worse, openly glared at. He’d never met a more prickly person in his life, he couldn’t compare you to a wild animal either because other than your dislike for men you were an actual angel. He’d seen you with kids while on patrol and the elderly and even with hurt men and women. Your presence was like a balm to them. And yet you could pull apart a man’s pride without uttering a single word.

It was a little unnerving.

Izuku watches with rising amusement as your eyes widen. Evidently you hadn’t realized they’d overheard you. You attempt to scramble backward but Shouto is quick to stop you. One hand snapping out before you’re out of reach and drawing you into their semi circle.

“What did you hear?” he asks. His tone takes on that of his hero persona and for a second Izuku thinks you may begin to cry. To his surprise however you manage to compose yourself. Your eyes fall briefly to where Shouto’s grip still remains on your arm and then back to his face.

“Something about an arrangement,” you try to sound casual but your voice cracks at the end and Katsuki grins wolfishly. For all your bravado against Izuku, the number two and three heroes could instill an embarrassing amount of fear in you. For some reason you were more terrified of Shouto— arguably one of the nicest, though a little absentminded, men to ever exist— than Katsuki— the walking bomb.

“Something about an arrangement?” Shouto repeats doubtfully. “Is that all?”

You gulp, clearly you no longer trust your voice because you elect to give a jerky nod in answer.

“Now, now,” Katsuki croons and it’s at this exact moment that Izuku catches on to what the other two are about to do. “Use your voice, sweetheart.”

You go absolutely rigid in Shouto’s arms. Izuku feels like he watches your fear evaporate, making room for what he now recognizes is the precursor to a tongue lashing. He can’t identify the emotion but he can tell by the way your lips press into a form line and your hands curl into a fist. “Excuse me? That is inappropriate.” You try to pull your arm out of Shouto’s hold. “Seriously? I said I heard something about an arrangement. That’s it, no need to keep me around any longer. Let go of me.”

Izuku purses his lips in annoyance. “Is it inappropriate? Or are you just quick to assume everyone is flirting with you? He calls everyone sweetheart. It’s a little egotistical of you to think every man who talks to you is trying to flirt isn’t it?”

The words are out before he can stop himself, Shouto looks uncharacteristically satisfied by your embarrassment.

“Let’s not forget you were eavesdropping on what should have been a conversation among friends,” Shouto adds. He releases your arm, straightening to his full height. “I don’t believe that’s all you heard but I have no way of proving otherwise. Just know that if anything we’ve discussed before this moment ends up in the media you’ll be the first on my list of suspects, sweetheart.”

Izuku knows all of your tells. It’s part of his job as your boss to point out your weaknesses, and as he watches you clasp your hands tightly to hide their shaking he smiles.

“It’s fine Shouto,” he sighs. “I’ll handle this.”

He takes a step toward you, his smile growing when you take a deep breath. Your lids flutter and you take the hand he’s offered you gingerly. The tension in your body as Izuku guides you through the crowd of pros and celebrities makes him chuckle.

“Relax,” he whispers to you. “I’m only finding us somewhere quiet to talk.”

That makes it worse. “How do I know you’re not going to murder me to keep me quiet?”

Izuku laughs. “If you think you’ve heard anything worth being killed for then I’ll let you go right now.”

Your grip on his arm tightens as he steps into an empty room near the entrance. Discarded tables and chairs litter the space. You don’t let go of his arm as he leads you to a table with chairs surrounding it.

Even in private Izuku’s manners come naturally, he pulls your chair out and helps you into it before taking his own.

“So, what did you really hear?” he asks, unbuttoning his suit jacket and shrugging out of the material.

Izuku Midoriya is the reason you dislike men. Not him exactly, but everything he represents with his deliciously messy curls and freckles, and those vibrant green eyes. He’s what you imagine the perfect man should not only look like but act like.

And while it should pain you to admit that any man is perfect, it doesn’t bother you as much as it should to admit that Izuku ‘Deku’ Midoriya is. And therein lies the issue of why he must still be disliked. For all his perfection you doubt he’s any different from every other man on the planet behind closed doors. So yes, he is the reason you dislike men because everything that glitters is definitely not gold.

You mean that with only a small portion of your brain though because the majority of it has zeroed in on the bunching of his shoulders under his dress shirt as he removes his jacket and thus disagrees. And your heart and pussy disagree immensely with that small portion of your brain because why on Earth would such a beautiful man be created if not to be gold? Your heart sinks as he begins to fidget with his cuffs.

Your pussy gives a helpless spasm as he begins to carefully fold the sleeve up, uncovering his forearms for your eyes. You gulp.

“Are you going to tell me? Or…” he doesn’t look at you as he does the same to the other arm. You try to focus on what you should be answering but the sudden exposure of the tanned flesh of his arms, chorded with muscles and littered with scars and veins has you distracted.

He clears his throat. Both hands settle on the table in front of him, the fingers of one hand begin to drum the surface of the table while the other lays palm up and relaxed.

For a moment you allow yourself to venture into dark waters. The kind that would drown you in the sensation of his fingers dragging along every exposed inch of your skin. Maybe dipping into the plunging neckline of your dress, or trailing along the exposed flesh of your thigh. Maybe he’ll be the one to find out that you couldn’t wear underwear with this dress. Those thick fingers brushing unknowingly close to your dampened pussy. And then maybe, maybe they’d climb higher, the bruised knuckles of his hands teasing at the plump lip of your cunt.

Izuku snaps his fingers, and you jump, slamming a hand against your pounding heart. He mistakes your reaction for fear and you watch as he makes an effort to visibly relax each of his muscles. Your pussy clamps down on nothing when his fingers flex, he reclines in his seat, drawing his hands to the edge of the table. He props one elbow on the chair arm and the other on the table.

“The faster you tell me what you heard the faster you can get out of here,” he tries again.

“I- I don’t know what I heard,” you admit. Their conversation about arrangements and Shouto’s apparent status as a bachelor didn’t make sense to you. Whatever their arrangement was it remained a secret that only they knew. “I heard about the bachelor thing and the arrangement…but it was out of context. I have no idea what you were talking about.”

You almost pat yourself on the back for getting that out with minimum mumbling. He blinks.

“I guess that’s right but you really can’t put two and two together?” he asks skeptically.

You’re not sure if you should feel insulted or complimented by the fact that he expects you to. There’s really no substance to what you heard and you weren’t eavesdropping on purpose, you were trying to get to the bathroom at the other end of the room. It was merely a coincidence that you passed that close to them.

You turn over the conversation in your head. Why would making Shouto a bachelor convince him to end an arrangement with the number one and two heroes? Furthermore, what kind of arrangement did they have that could be affected by Shouto’s status as a bachelor? You stare at Izuku, he stares back.

He runs a hand through his hair and immediately the curls return to their previous positions. You continue to stare until he lifts a quizzical brow at you. And then as though a puzzle has been revealed to you all the missing pieces begin to fill in. Your face heats, your mouth falling open before you can stop yourself.

“I see you’ve made four?”

“Oh—”

A sudden image of Izuku Midoriya kissing Shouto Todoroki flits through your head and your body erupts in a wave of heat. You stand quickly, fear that you’ll leave a damp spot on the dress driving you. You brace your hands on the table. Another image of a hot tempered blonde kissing Izuku has your breath leaving you in a near whimper.

Why would the Universe ever make it so that those three could fuck each other? Belatedly you wonder if there is a law prohibiting something that delicious, that beautiful— another image of a very naked Katsuki on his knees with Shouto’s cock in his mouth has you swaying—from existing.

A buzzing fills the air and you glance down to find black whip wrapped securely around your waist. Izuku still sits, reclined in the chair but his eyes have darkened. The bright emerald melting to a green that reminds you of rainforests.

“You can’t leave until we discuss what you plan to do with whatever it is you think you know,” he says calmly. Black whip tightens around you in warning before snapping back into Izuku. You realize with a jolt that you’re shaking.

“You- you have- you’re in a relationship?” The question is almost a screech.

“We’re not,” he shakes his head. “Sit down. Please.”

You drop like lead into the chair, your dampened pussy not forgotten but if you’d really just learned that the top three heroes fucked each other, a wet pussy was the least of your problems.

“I’m not answering any of your questions about what we have until you tell me how I can stop you from telling anyone else.”

You laugh, admittedly it’s a bit hysterical but he couldn’t be serious. “Who the fuck is going to believe me?”

Izuku begins to drum with his fingers again. “You’re one of my sidekicks, they’d believe you well enough.”

You blink at him, stupefied. “No offense, Deku, but it would be your word against mine. That is, the word of a sidekick, who everyone would assume is just an obsessed fan, versus the word of award winning Pro Heroes.”

Izuku smiles at you. You’re stunned by the fact that it’s genuine. “Everyone who knows you, knows you’re not a fan. In fact, it’s pretty common knowledge around the agency that you don’t particularly like men.” He shrugs. “The story we could spin is that you’re trying to take down three of the most powerful men in Japan because of your personal vendetta against our species.”

Your heart thuds loudly. He’s right. “I- it’s- I would never do something like that,” your voice drops to a whisper. “You have no reason to believe me but- but I respect you. I respect all of you, I know it must have taken a lot of work to get where you are and I respect that.”

Your eyes fall to the mass of scars on his hands from several breaks during his teenage years. You pause, considering his words. “Why would- why would it be spun like that? I mean, so what if you’re gay?”

“We’re bisexual,” he corrects. “And the masses wouldn’t care and I don’t either, in fact none of us care. It’s the fact that it’s not just two of us…or three for that matter.” You blanch, how many other pros were fucking each other? But it shouldn’t be that surprising, it was hard finding someone who could remain discreet about sleeping with a pro. “What we want is to let the public know on our own terms, when we’re ready. Though Shouto really, really doesn’t care.”

He sits up, propping both elbows on the table. “It wouldn’t destroy our image,” he admits. “But of course that depends on who’s telling the story.”

It makes sense. If this information got out and into the wrong hands it could be spun several ways. “You don’t have to buy my silence,” you say.

Izuku’s smile widens. “I never really planned to. I can have an NDA drawn up in fifteen minutes and you’d sign it like a good girl whether or not we had this conversation.”

Your mind grinds to a sudden halt, your cerebrum stepping harshly on the brakes at the ‘good girl’ casually thrown into the sentence. You have to give it a moment to restart before you can respond. “So- so why- I don-”

“I wanted a reason to talk to you outside of work.”

Rage simmers only for a second before you remember the situation you’re in.

“You’re welcome to be angry,” he nods. “Were you enjoying yourself?”

The sudden shift in conversation is not helping your already stumbling brain. “Uh- yes?”

He chuckles, “Is that a question?”

“It’s not,” you clear your throat, eyes falling to the table. “I was enjoying myself.”

“I’m sorry if we spoiled it for you,” the sincerity of his words catches you off guard.

“It’s fine,” you shrug. “The night’s not over yet.”

“You’re right, it’s not,” he cocks his head as he regards you. “Why do you hate men so much?”

“I don’t hate men,” you reply automatically. “I think men have their purpose.”

Izuku’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “And what is our purpose?”

“I couldn’t tell you,” you shrug. You're not sure why you’re making an effort not to insult him.

“Okay…let’s try this again,” he chuckles. “Why are you single?”

“Because I have no reason to be in a relationship.” You smile tightly. “Deku? Does this conversation fall into the inappropriate category?”

Izuku’s chuckle turns into a full laugh. “I think we may have crossed inappropriate a few sentences back.”

You stare at him, he stares back.

“Well?” he prompts.

“What would I do with a boyfriend?”

“Don’t answer my question with a question.”

“I wouldn’t know what to do with a boyfriend,” you cross one leg above the other, your slit widening just enough to expose the top of your thigh.

“If you’re trying to tell me you’ve never had a boyfriend I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not trying to tell you that,” you shrug.

“I think I should be more direct,” Izuku tugs on his tie and if he adds anything you don’t hear him because you’re focused on the way he pulls the silky material free from his collar, his finger hooked in the knot as he frees it from the shirt. He lays it on the table between you and works the top button at the base of his throat open, his fingers massage his Adam’s apple.

He says your name and your eyes snap up to his. Heat settles in your chest and face when you realize he’s caught you staring. “What I really want to know is if you’re sexually active…”

You blink rapidly. No, you must have misheard. Surely, he wouldn’t ask you something like- “Excuse me?”

“You don’t have a boyfriend, you don’t want a boyfriend, so what do you do to curb your sexual desires?”

“I have toys,” you reply. His lips twitch, eyes trailing along your body and lingering on your thigh. For a moment it doesn’t register that you’ve answered his question but then it does, and your simmering rage resurfaces with a vengeance. “Is that all Deku? I’d like to get back to the party before this crosses further into inappropriate territory?”

“So, you haven’t had a real cock inside of you in how long?”

Your mouth moves before you can stop yourself. “A long time.”

“Do you miss it?”

You become aware of how far across the table he’s leaned just as you become aware of the dampness between your thighs. You gulp, your rage fizzling out. You get the distinct feeling the number one hero is about to proposition you. So you answer honestly.

“Yes.”

He doesn’t hide his surprise at your honesty. “And if I was offering to help you with that how would you feel?”

“I’d accept.”

This time his mouth falls open. “You’re- you’re serious?”

“I think I’m already neck deep in shit and while I’m here I should enjoy it,” you swallow the nerves climbing your throat. He blinks once, twice, three times before he stands.

“C’mon,” he reaches for your hand. “I have room upstairs.” You stand carefully, conscious of the mess you’ve made of your thighs. He reaches into the pocket of his slacks and hands you a keycard. “I’ll get the spare from the front desk and meet you in fifteen minutes.”

He pulls you into his arms. “Try not to eavesdrop on any other heroes on your way up.”

And then he kisses you.

Pro Hero Deku is kissing you. And fuck can he kiss. It’s a slow, toe curling, tongue sucking, lip biting affair that has you clutching onto his broad shoulders to keep yourself up right. His arm wraps around your waist and squeezes you to his body, the hard muscles against your softness has you both groaning into the kiss.

Deku’s lips are soft and perfect and you can’t help the way you sink your teeth into his plush bottom lip. He pulls away slowly, and you feel rather than hear his chuckle when you lean all of your weight into him. Your eyes remain closed for long enough that he presses another far more chaste kiss to your lips.

When you open your eyes he’s staring at you intensely. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You nod vigorously. “Yes.”

“When you get to the room take the dress off, leave everything else on,” he instructs.

You blink, a slow smile spreading across your lips. “There’s nothing under this dress.”

The arm around your waist tenses, he pulls back enough to reach the slit in your dress and the drag of the tips of his fingers along the outside of your thigh has you quivering. Your breaths come in uneven pants the higher they slip, his eyes fall to where his fingers begin to disappear under the material. You shudder when he reaches your hip and he spreads his big palm across it, the dress has lifted enough to expose you to the air in the room. He curses.

“Have you seriously been walking around like this all night?”

“Mhm,” you hum, because his fingers have stroked across your hip and back down to the inside of your thigh where he can feel the wetness that has collected there.

You’re not prepared for when he turns you around and hoists you onto the table. He drops to his knees almost reverently, bunching the material of your dress up enough to stick his head in between your thighs.

“Is this okay?” he asks as he presses a kiss. To the sensitive flesh on the inside of your knee.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He runs his tongue slowly from your knee up to the inside of your thigh and then pauses at the place where it meets your hip. He laps after the dried slick and kisses from there across your mons and to the other thigh.

Gingerly he lifts one leg and releases your dress so it covers his head entirely and then he buries his face in your pussy, startling a squeak out of you. His tongue spreads your lips with a low squelch that has you scrambling to grab onto the table, it delves deeper, bumping into your clit and gliding over your hole. He hums, the vibration ricocheting off the already singing nerves in your clit.

“Right there,” you pant when he uses his grip on your leg to spread you wider and latches onto your clit roughly. He suckles until you’re trembling, your hands vibrating as they struggle to hold you up. His tongue dips tentatively into the right opening of your pussy and you yelp. Izuku freezes, pulling away from your skirt to reach for his disregarded tie.

“We’re still in public,” he chuckles, balling the tie up in one hand. The bottom half of his face glistens and heat rises to your cheeks as he licks his lips. “Open up.”

Your mouth falls open immediately and when he shoves the balled up tie in between your lips you almost gag.

“Good girl,” he coos. “Stay still and stay quiet. I wasn’t quite finished.”

He doesn’t wait for you to settle against the table before he’s slipping one deliciously long finger into you. His mouth returns to your clit, sucking as he adds two more fingers to your pussy, he gives an experimental twist and your body bows forward. The tie is the only thing stopping you from screaming as you cum. He fucks you through your orgasm, only slowing when you moan at the overstimulation.

He pulls away enough to stare down at your swollen pussy lips. “Beautiful,” he whispers to himself, and then he gives a soft kiss to your clit and each labia before sitting back on his calves and adjusting your dress.

He helps you stand, pulling the tie from your mouth, and chuckles at your wobbly knees and uneven breathing. “Will you make it to the room on your own?”

You nod weakly, the keycard still clutched in your hands as you step away from him. “I’ll survive but if you’re not there in fifteen minutes I’m leaving.”

“Fifteen minutes is perfect,” he smiles and for the first time tonight you notice a dimple in his left cheek. “You should head out first.”

With that you grab your purse and escape through the door you’d entered. You freeze when you step out the door and come face to face with Katsuki Bakugou and Shouto Todoroki.

“Had a good time?” Shouto asks innocently.

“I bet she fucking did,” Katsuki’s laugh sends pleasant tingles along your spine. You begin to back away only to collide with the door behind you. They don’t advance on you. Katsuki remains with his gaze somewhere above your head, his hands tucked into the pocket of his slacks. Shouto on the other hand flashes you a knowing smirk, before stepping out of your way.

By the time you get to the room you’re shaking. The reality of what you’ve agreed to hasn’t quite sunk in yet. The room is gorgeous, not in the extravagant way you expected. The walls are cream and the furnishings are dark brown. There’s a massive bed in the middle with a small bedside table on the left and a door on the right. One wall boasts floor to ceiling glass windows with a breathtaking view of Tokyo at night. The other sports a giant rectangular mirror that reflects the bed. A mini fridge, wall mounted television and walk in closet complete the room.

Izuku doesn’t make you wait long, and when he opens the door arm laden with snacks your heart does a strange little somersault. It’s almost like she’s trying to tell you this is why she disagrees with that small portion of your brain.

He pauses to dump the snacks on the side table before sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes take over you, naked and propped against the pillows.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Is this the last time you’ll ask me this tonight?”

“Probably not,” he admits. “Consent is sexy. Very, very sexy. Especially for me.”

You consider him for a moment. “Kiss me.”

He moves so fast you don’t see him until he’s hovering above you. His discarded suit jacket is tossed somewhere in the room as he slots his mouth over yours and kisses you deeply.

It’s unhurried and gentle but as he eases the weight of his body onto yours, spreading your thighs and settling between them you become frantic. The material of his shirt brushes against your nipples with each breath you take, your clit bumps against the crotch of his pants, no doubt dampening the material.

Izuku kisses you like he has the rest of his life to fuck you and not just a handful of hours. Only after the thought crosses your mind do you realize how dangerous it is. His tongue laps circles around yours coaxing and teasing it into his own mouth so he can suck on it.

By the time he pulls away you’re dazed. You have to blink several times as he undresses before you can focus on him. He’s littered in freckles. You want to kiss every single one, and it’s not the first time you’ve thought about it. There are magazine spreads dedicated to this man’s body.

Broad shoulders taper off into what has to be abs hand carved by Michelangelo himself, a defined V frames a line of green curls leading to a glorious cock. Thick and long and dripping onto his thigh, you want to hate him for this. For being just as perfect as you expected, but then he wraps a scarred hand around the base and strokes the full length languidly, precum catches on his fingers and he uses his other hand to hold his cock steady as he rubs a teasing circle around the sensitive head.

He groans at his touch and your mind wipes clean of all disdain for Izuku Midoriya. He climbs onto the bed slowly, and to your dismay instead of settling himself between your waiting thighs he crawls around you, propping you up so he can slot himself behind you and cradle you between his thighs.

“This is about you,” it almost sounds like he’s chastising you. “If I get inside you right now this’ll be over too fast.”

You sigh as big hands rub up along your sides and cup your breasts. “I’m not complaining.”

His hands are magical. As though there isn’t enough about him that makes you want to truly despise him. He has the kind of touch that turns tension to liquid. Your muscles mold to his touch, softening until you’re completely relaxed against him. His hands dip lower then, tweaking at your hardened nipples before dragging along your sternum down to your pussy.

His fingers brush gentle, barely there circles against the sensitive nub. You can’t be sure but every single nerve in your body comes alive at the first brush. Your breaths come faster the more he touches, your hips bucking as you try forcing him to press harder. Instead he moves his hand away, waiting for your bucking to settle.

He reduces you to whining babbling mess all while he plays with your pussy and litters your neck and shoulders and jaw in kisses. At one point he dips two fingers into your hole and you scramble to grab onto his arm, your nails digging into the muscle. Only to have him pull out and continue his butterfly touches against your clit.

“What do you think about our arrangement?” he asks casually, as though he doesn’t have an arm banded around your waist and his fingers aren’t toying with your opening. “Hmm? Did you think about how we managed something like that?”

You nod jerkily, the images from earlier flooding your mind.

“Yeah?” he coos. “Did you think of me with Kacchan or Shou?”

You swallow around a mouthful of saliva when he runs his tongue from the side of your neck up to your ear. “Both,” you choke out. “I thought- I thought about you with both.”

“At the same time?” he chuckles against your ear and you can’t suppress the shudder that wracks your body. His fingers dip teasingly into your opening.

“No. One- one at a time.”

“Did you think about me fucking of them?” he prods. You shake your head, no longer trusting yourself to speak without betraying just how shaken he has you. “Do you know that I’ve thought about you? Like this?”

You tense and he tuts, the pressure on your clit increases suddenly and your body jolts, your orgasm crashing like an errant wave against shores. Someone is whimpering and it takes you far too long to realize that someone is you. Izuku withdraws from between your thighs, instead focusing on rubbing the plush tops of them as he continues.

“I’ve thought about you cumming on my tongue and fingers a lot,” he confesses. “Ever since you told Denki off to be honest. Wanted to press my mouth to every inch of your skin baby, to nibble and suck anywhere you’d let me.”

His words are almost reverent as his hands spread your thighs wider. “And-“ you can hear his throat working around the saliva as he gulps, “-and I’ve thought about you with us.”

There’s no question about who ‘us’ is referring to . Maybe if more of your brain were functioning you’d have the decency to be embarrassed, concerned even but at his words your pussy clenches.

Izuku maneuvers you both to face the long mirror on the wall. “I’ve thought about Shou fucking your little pussy while I watch,” he licks his lips, eyes trained on his fingers. They’ve spread your pussy now, exposing you to the room and Izuku’s greedy gaze. “And Shou would love every second of it. He’s a bit of an exhibitionist.”

“Oh—” The image has you squirming against him.

He says it so casually that you can only blink at the words. “Or helping you sit on Katsuki’s face,” he groans, dipping his finger into you at the same time that he explains. “Katsuki has a magical tongue, it’s unfair the things he can do with that thing.”

“Yes,” you whine, your hips swiveling in your search for more friction.

Your body spasms around the intrusion. Izuku’s finger is coated in a translucent white layer as he begins to fuck you slowly with it. “Yes? Yes to which one?”

He adds a second finger slow enough that you watch as your cunt adjusts around the additional width. You’ve made a mess of the bedding under you. “Yes to- yes to all of- ah, please-” Izuku curls his fingers into you, sinking them into the spongy spot near your opening. His lips are parted, his brows furrowed in concentration as he uses his view through the mirror to finger you. Your conversation is momentarily forgotten as he rubs the calloused pads of his fingers into you until your grip on his arm tightens.

Your eyes widen as your orgasm builds, “Oh- I’m- I’m gonna make- make a mess,” you babble in warning. “Gonna make a me- oh!”

He pulls out as your pussy spits and gushes cum onto the mattress. He smiles at you through the reflection, before landing a harsh slap to your now sensitive pussy, you choke, barely able to form a coherent sentence anymore.

“You want Shou’s cock and Kacchan’s mouth on your pretty pussy?” he mocks, another slap lands between your legs and you struggle to close them around his hand. Your body jerks, tears filling your eyes. “And what about me? Did you like having my fingers shoved inside you?”

You nod dumbly, your pussy clenching at the memory.

“Me too,” he sighs, landing another slap to the puffy irritated lips. “Loved it, loved how soft and wet you were. So perfect, can’t wait to feel you around my cock. To have your greedy pussy sucking me in.”

You keen, your lips parted on a silent scream as he suddenly pinches your clit, a small spurt of cum gushes from you and Izuku’s fingers immediately flatten against your pussy, rubbing your clit until your mini orgasm passes.

He doesn’t give you a moment to recover before he’s lifting you by the backs of your knees and positioning you over his cock.

“Look,” he urges when your eyes threaten to shut at the first press of his cock at your opening. “You’re so fucking tight,”’ he hisses. “Look how much you have to stretch, baby.”

Your eyes fall to your pussy and you gasp as he drops you onto his cock. Your pussy swallows the length of him mesmerizingly, your eyes are glued to the way your hole flexes around his cock. He uses his grip on you to bounce you on his cock, guiding the speed of your fucking until your head lolls back against his shoulder and you can no longer watch as your cum layers his cock, watch as his hips connect to yours by strands of your slick. All you can do is whine and moan as his cock bumps against every sensitive spot inside of you.

You’re at his mercy, only squirming when he shifts both of your legs together and supports them with one hand. He turns you on your side in his lap, spreading his thighs and holding you still as he fucks up into you. At any other time it might have amazed you, the way he manhandles you. Plucking at your nipples and clit until you’re crying out and then slowing his thrusts to stall your orgasm. Sweat trickles down between your breasts when he lays you down on your stomach and slips his deep into your pussy. The head presses down on your g spot and your eyes roll into your head.

“Right there?” he asks, angling his hips so his cock drags along it with each languid stroke. In this position, with his chest pressing your back into the mattress and his knees cradling your waist he fucks you slowly. Drawing out every possible sound you can make, every way you can beg. And then when his thrusts grow frantic, his own impending orgasm rising he slots his hand between your hips and the bed and reaches for your clit.

You cum with a broken wail of his name that intermingles with his own groan of yours. You’re both sweaty and exhausted as he pulls out of you. You grimace at the mess that follows, his cum squeezing out of you with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You can barely move as he cleans you up and carries you to the giant bathtub in the adjoining bathroom.

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Shouto unlocks his phone before Katsuki does, his eyebrows rising into his hairline as the attached video loads. Katsuki abandons his phone to watch over Shouto’s shoulder as Izuku teases your pussy open with his fingers.

“Motherfuck-”

“That was fast,” Shouto muses. “Even for him.”

“I thought she didn't like men?” Katsuki retorts.

They stare in silence as you squirm in Izuku’s hold, Shouto is tempted to get his headphones out and listen to exactly what filth Izuku must be whispering to you. Katsuki beats him to it, handing him one side of his wireless earphone and shoving the other in his ear.

“You want Shou’s cock and Kacchan’s mouth on your pretty pussy?”

Katsuki curses, eyes closing as Izuku continues.

“Fuck it,” he turns and without a backward glance walks out of the room. It takes Shouto a moment to realize where Katsuki’s going before he’s locking his phone and snatching a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket.

“What an interesting turn of events,” he mutters to himself.

absolut. | midoriya izuku x uraraka ochako x reader x bakugo katsuki | bnha

warnings: 18+! college au, orgy, cucking (kinda), alcohol consumption, dubcon (bc of the alcohol), oral, vaginal sex, anal (and other butt stuff), cum eating, double penetration, fluff

word count: 7.3k

a/n: i have been working on this for a long time @ writers who write fast pls show me your ways so im stoked to share this piece of filth with you! hope you enjoy! big thanks to my wife @rat-suki for loving deku and @bakatenshii & @blahkugo for screaming about it with me on discord ♡︎

“Hey,” Ochako whispers, nudging you with an elbow. “Wanna hear a secret?”

You glance up at your lecturer, standing blandly up at the podium, waffling on about some quantitative study he participated in as a student, and sink down in your chair, leaning towards her. “Always,” you grin.

She mirrors you, shuffling closer, cheeks pink, lower lip taught between her teeth. “Deku and I are fuck buddies, ” she whispers in your ear, her crass wording and heady tone heating your face.

“What?” Is all you can whisper back, blinking owlishly at her.

“Yeah, for two months now.” She’s clearly thinking about him, eyes glassed over, dreamy grin on her face as she tucks some hair behind her ear. “Sometimes we meet between classes and do it in the third floor unisex bathroom.”

“Ocha—“ you almost gasp, glancing this way and that to make sure you haven’t garnered any unwanted attention. “Are you insane? If you get caught, you’re gonna be—“

“Shh, it’s okay, we’re really careful.” Her hand falls to your knee, slowly drags up to the hem of your jean shorts.

Your heart races.

You send her— your closest friend since attending University— a sideways glance, and she squeezes your flesh, sending a wave of unease and excitement up your spine.

She leans close then, strawberry glossed lips ghosting your ear. “Wanna join?”

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

You must be mad.

Insane.

Out of your mind.

Because why else would you be following Ochako to a hotel, overnight bag packed, assignments long forgotten on your laptop back at the dorm?

Her fingers— interlocked with your own— squeeze your hand, and she smiles brightly at you, silently calming the ricochet of your heart behind your rib cage as you walk through the foyer of the hotel, beelining it straight for the elevator.

“Floor 14,” she says to herself as you settle towards the back of the space, her fingertip illuminating the number bright red on the keypad. “You’re super nervous, huh?” She smiles, turning to face you.

“I mean… yes.” You glance away from her, eyes on your yellow vans. “Also, it’s not... weird for you? Aren’t you in love with him?”

She taps her chin, leans on the adjacent wall. “Yeah, but… we both have certain fantasies that can’t be fulfilled with just the two of us.”

Your heart thuds as the elevator dings, doors sliding open to an empty hallway, mirror on the wall, fake plants on the buffet below it. Ochako grabs your hand again, presses her lips to your cheek.

“You can just watch if you’re too nervous.” She whispers. “It’s just me and Deku.” Her words are comforting, and you find yourself following along with her as she checks her phone, scrolling through her exchange with him for the room number.

Each step down the hall intensifies your anxiety, the anticipation weighing on your lungs like the up, up, up of a roller coaster— what’s it gonna feel like when you’re falling?

“Here.” She beams, sliding her phone into her pocket and squeezing your hand again. “Ready?” She asks, auburn eyes shining in excitement.

Words fail you, but you smile tightly, give her a short nod, then she’s knocking on the door. Seconds later, it opens a little, Deku’s emerald eyes softening at the sight of Ochako, widening exponentially at the sight of you.

Like your arrival is a surprise, or something.

“I brought her,” Ochako smiles, pulling you close and wrapping her arms around you, smushing her cheek against your own affectionately.

“But,” comes Deku’s voice, his head turning to glance over his shoulder. He keeps the door closed, not making room for the two of you to enter. “I thought I was bringing the plus one?” His voice is hushed, a light blush dusting beneath his freckles.

It gets quiet then. Too quiet.

“I’ll go home—“ you start, pulling away from your friend, confused and embarrassed and completely out of place.

“What? No, stay!” Ochako pleads, holding you tightly, frown falling on Deku. “You said I could choose!” She says a little too loud, then in an instant, Deku’s flustered. “Yeah, but you said you didn’t trust anyone enough— Ah, just come in.” He opens the door then, and you see why he’s hesitant to show the two of you what’s on the other side of it.

Bakugo Katsuki, the quarterback with the 4.0 gpa, is leaning on the back of the sofa, crimson glare widening at the sight of you both entering the room.

“Bakugo?” Ochako gawks, pulling you in behind her so Deku can shut the door.

“He’s the one person I trust with my life.” Deku mumbles, sliding a hand around her waist, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck.

“You said pink cheeks,” Bakugo sneers, eyes fixed on you. “Didn’t say anything about the frightened rabbit.”

“I can’t believe— out of all of your friends— you’d bring Bakugo in on this—“ Ochako nudges away from Deku, eyes falling on you. “You okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, peachy.”

“Ah, I’m sorry, just— just gimme a sec.” She kisses your hand, then drops it, grabs Deku’s shirt, and leads him past Bakugo. “Let’s go talk on the balcony.”

The glass doors slide shut and the air in the room thickens. You stare at your feet— doing your best not to make eye contact with Bakugo— and focus on breathing steadily, trying to calm the thump of your heart.

“At least sit down.” The blonde says, making you jump a little.

He’s not overly fond of your reaction.

“Tch, come on, I’m in the same boat as you; think I wanna fuck a chick that looks at me the way she did? I thought she knew I was coming.” He pushes away from the couch and squats at the mini bar. You watch him, the way his shirt clings to the prominent muscles along his back, his broad shoulders. “Vodka?” He asks, not looking at you.

“Huh?” You reply slowly, earning an eye roll from the quarterback.

“Just take this, dumbass.” He says, holding up a little bottle for you, shaking it in the air. You drop your bag and hurry to take it— not wanting to irritate him further—then eye off the 1.7 ounce bottle.

Absolut Vodka.

“You should drink it,” he stands, cracks open a little honey-coloured bottle for himself. “If they’re voting someone off the island, it’s not gonna be you, and you look nervous as fuck.” He takes a mouthful and winces. “You sure you came here for a threesome?”

“You act like it’s a crime to be nervous.” You mumble, twisting the tiny silver lid until it snaps off, eyes meeting his in a nervous glance.

“Yeah but if you’re stuck between pink cheeks and shitty Deku, there’s not much to be scared of, is there?” He eyes you off, takes another sip from the bottle.

You mirror him, downing half of the little bottle, your pride helping you suppress the need to cough your guts up; your eyes water, and he smirks.

“You were at her Halloween party last year, the pink playboy bunny, right?” He says, eyes dropping to your thighs, then back up to your face.

You’re about to reply when the doors slide back open. “Alright, fine,” Ochako sighs, stopping in her tracks when she’s sees the two of you standing less than five feet apart, conversing. Large hands slide down her arms, and Deku rests his chin on her head, wrapping his arms around her middle.

Her face flushes.

“I, uh,” you speak up, taking a breath as you glance between the lovers, Bakugo’s eyes boring holes into the side of your head. “I’ll leave if I’m intruding. I’m super nervous and inexperienced, and I’d hate to like, uh, slow down your night with my fumbling, or something.”

Ochako gasps. “What? No—“

“Pussy trumps cock, no matter how experienced the user of the cock is.” Bakugo finishes his little bottle, screws the lid back on. “I’ll go.”

“Wait, Kacchan, no, stop. No ones going.” Deku laughs, pressing a kiss to Ochako’s hair, and stepping around her. “The more, the merrier, right?” He beams, winking at you as he passes, swinging open the door of the bar fridge.

“Yeah, I mean, if you’re comfortable, I feel like I can cross a lot off my bucket list with you both here.” Ochako smiles— mostly at you— as she unzips her jacket, shrugging it off and tossing it over the back of the couch. “Are you okay with that?”

You take a deep breath and down the rest of the bottle, but before you can say anything, it’s pinched from your hand, and replaced with another. “Go make yourself comfortable on the sofa.” Deku smiles warmly, hands pressing into you, ushering you towards your best friend.

“Take this off,” she giggles, tugging at your hoodie.

“What? It’s cold in here!” You object with nervous laughter, remembering the teeny tiny tank top you’ve got tucked into your shorts. Still, she manages to wrestle it from your head, her eyes falling to your cleavage, bulging a little at the sight.

“Why are you always wearing baggy clothes when you look like this?” She pushes you to the sofa, straddles you and presses her forehead to yours. “You can leave if you want, but I’d really like you to stay.” She whispers, breath hot on your ear. “What do you wanna do?”

Your eyes flicker over to the boys— both watching, though they’re pretending not to—before you’re looking back at Ochako, large eyes pleading with you to stay.

Which is what you’d psyched yourself up for, until you’d seen the extra.

Why the hell is Bakugo’s inclusion making you so damn nervous?

“I’ll watch for a bit and see,” you mumble, your whole body almost vibrating in embarrassment, the anxiety and anticipation from earlier curling up your spine, settling in your throat.

“Yay!” Ochako cheers, and seconds later she’s hoisted from you, giggling like crazy as Deku throws her onto the bed and crawls over her, ravishing her in kisses.

You watch as he pulls her shirt up, licking and kissing at her stomach, trailing down, down, down—

Embarrassed, you glance away, find Bakugo’s eyes are already on you. You look down to your knees, feel his eyes on you for a moment longer, before he looks back to the lovers on the bed.

Ochako’s clothes start hitting the floor, her moans of pleasure filling the space; you watch on in silence— thighs pressed together and lip between your teeth— suppressing the urge to rub yourself over your shorts or run away.

Deku’s got her legs over his shoulders, his mouth on her pussy, and she’s doing her best to muffle her moans— her fingers stuffed in her mouth. He’s eating her out like it’s the last meal he’s gonna have, and when he slips two fingers into her wet cunt, her hips buck off the bed, both hands fisting in the sheets as she cums all over her fuck-buddy’s face.

A tiny gasp escapes your lips and the anxiety you were feeling slowly peels away. Is it because sometime before her orgasm you downed the other bottle of Absolut? Or because you want that? You want to be pinned down and ravaged until you’re shaking and crying; you wanna finally understand what it feels like to be completely undone at the hands of someone else.

Deku sits up, tears off his shirt and wipes his face with it, looking over at Bakugo. “Told ya she squirts.” He grins boyishly, throwing the shirt at him. “You okay?” He asks, turning to you, his face flushed with excitement.

You nod shyly as he sits up on his knees, works his pants down his thick thighs, eyes still on you.

“Don’t look at her like that, dumbass.” Bakugo spits, tearing his shirt over his head and pushing his jeans down his legs. “She’s clearly a virgin; don’t go pressuring her to do something she’s not ready for.” The way his eyes narrow say he’s baiting you, that he wants you to bite back and dive into bed with them, but you’re not quite there yet, so you just look down at your lap, pretend you don’t notice.

“B-be nice, Bakugo.” Ochako’s practically winded from her orgasm, glaring at him as she perches up on her elbows. “She’s not a virgin, and she’d probably be on the bed with us already if you weren’t here.”

“Right, so you want me gone, huh?” He asks sarcastically, rubbing his length through his briefs.

Shit, you need another drink.

“You’re only needed for like two or three things, then you’re free to go.” She sasses, poking her tongue at him.

“Is one of those things my dick in your mouth while your boyfriend fucks your greedy little hole?” He asks, cocky grin spreading across his face.

Fuck.

You want him to fuck your greedy little hole.

You get up and brush past him to the mini bar, taking out another Absolut, and downing it right there. “Alright, I’m ready.” You hiss, pulling your tank top out of your jean shorts and tugging it over your head. “Where do you want me?”

“Jesus, are you sure you don’t want one more?” Bakugo chuckles, watching as you slide your shorts down your thighs, leaving your underwear on.

“Really?” Ochako asks, sitting up.

“I’ve always wanted two hot girls to suck me off at the same time.” Deku says, eyes firmly on you. “If you’re up for it?” He slides off the bed and pushes the rest of his clothes off, steps out of them, weeping cock slapping against his abdomen with a wet smack.

“It’ll probably be a little easier if you’re sitting on the bed, Izu.” Ochako smiles, eyes glancing over to you, then back to him. “I’ve always wanted to try it too, actually.”

Deku says something else to her then, but you’re distracted by the man standing next to you. The famous footy player, the brains and the brawn, all corded muscle and tanned skin, his eyes drinking you in, despite him coming here to rail Ochako.

“Looks like the virgin gets to join in first.” You poke your tongue at him, and Ochako chuckles.

“Yeah, virgin, okay.” She rolls her eyes, smiling brightly at Deku as he laughs with her.

“Compared to you! Meeting in the toilets for quickies.” You pout, crossing your arms.

“You told her?” Deku murmurs, ruffling her fringe from her face. He doesn’t seem mad, more… curious.

“What toilets?” Bakugo frowns, annoyed and left out.

“Ahh, well—“

“Third floor, they’re barely used.” Ochako follows her lover with her eyes as he sits against the bed head, then she crawls up to sit obediently between his spread legs. They look so natural together, eye each other so trustingly. Are they really just sex friends? “Wow, Izu, it’s so hard.” She breathes, dainty fingers wrapping the meaty girth of his cock, pumping it loosely.

“Come on, I won’t bite,” Deku holds a hand out for you to take, smiling gently. Your worries bubble away as you slowly breathe out and look into his darkened emerald eyes, knees hitting the bed as you lean forward to place your fingers in his hand.

With more strength than you thought he had, he pulls you close, clothed breasts hitting his freckled chest, thick, veiny, scarred arm wrapping around your waist, his free hand tilting your chin up so you look him in the eye.

“Stop staring at her, Izu,” Ochako whispers, her fingertips dragging gently across your tummy before she hugs you, her lips pressing to your cheek.

“Kiss her properly,” he urges you, eyes half-lidded, tongue snaking out to wet his sex-bruised lips.

Her mouth is like nothing you’ve ever felt on your own: soft, plump, sensual. The kiss is slow— a deliberate show of lips and spit— special, just for Deku. Surprisingly, you’re the first to slide your tongue into her mouth, hungry for more, begging her to reciprocate, to help soothe the need quickly bleeding into your belly.

“Shit, Kacchan, c’mere,” Deku urges, and the bed dips behind you. “Show him, too.” He says, pressing a kiss to Ochako’s cheek, running calloused fingers up your back. Your hands rest on her thighs, hers on your waist, and you barely register Deku unclasp your bra, before he’s tugging it gently down your arms.

Ochako moans then, hands sliding up to cup at your tits, the kiss deepening, her teeth scraping your lower lip as you gasp, her little fingers tweaking and rolling your nipples

“Fuck,” Bakugo rasps, your watery eyes gazing over at him. He rubs at his briefs, eyes glued to Ochako’s hands as they fondle you, a sense of power blooming within you at the look on his usually snarling face.

“Yeah, fuck,” Deku agrees, taking your chin in two fingers and pulling you towards him, pressing his lips to yours as he guides his girlfriend down to his dripping cock. His mouth is bitter with the taste of Ochako, but you suck his tongue when he loses it into your mouth regardless, desperate for more. He draws away from you, thumb pulling your lower lip down, baring your teeth to him. “Wanna use these pretty lips on my cock?” He asks, eyes on your mouth as he manipulates your flesh some more.

You just nod, gaze half-lidded, and his face breaks into a smile, large hand petting you as you slide down his toned body until you’re eye-to-eye with your best friend, eyes glued to her as she licks wet stripes up and down his thick cock.

It’s not the first cock you’ve sucked, but it’s definitely the girthiest; head an angry shade of purple, shaft littered with a light dusting of freckles, like the rest of him.

“Lick him with me,” Ochako whispers, linking fingers with you, before taking his head in her mouth. Your pussy clenches at the groan he sighs, and you waste no more time, tongue poking out to test the feel of his shaft as you wriggle back a bit more to settle on your tummy.

“That’s…” Bakugo hisses, voice tight, seemingly unable to find the words to describe what he’s seeing happen to his best friend and rival, right in front of his eyes.

You lower your head, drooling all over his sack as Ochako deep throats him, before taking a ball into your mouth and marvelling at the choking sound he makes as his hips involuntary buck at the sensation. She pops off his cock and you share a smile, then you’re both sucking his shaft, tongues grazing and saliva mingling as he breathes heavily.

“It’s… God, it’s too much,” He breathes, straining voice a hiss as he watches you both, fists grabbing desperately at the sheets either side of his hips.

Thick fingers dip into the elastic of your underwear at your lower back, and your attention is diverted for a moment as you watch Bakugo stare hungrily at your ass as he pulls your panties down your thighs. “Focus.” He clips, slapping your cheek with a firm hand, before massaging the globes in his palms, fingers digging into the flesh.

“Ochako,” Deku huffs, a hand going to her hair. “I’m gonna cum,” he almost whines, dark eyes pleading with her for something unknown to you.

“Okay, it’s okay,” she hushes, pressing a finger to your lips. “Suck.” She orders with a grin. You obey immediately, a little confused as you swirl your tongue around the pad of her finger, until it’s taken from your mouth and pressed to the puckering hole beneath his heavy sack and your panties are tugged the rest of the way down your legs.

“M-my balls,” he begs, spurring you to run your tongue along them, give them attention as Ochako wriggles her finger into his ass and seals her lips over his tip. He heaves another groaning sigh, eyes unable to stray away from the two of you, a rippling shudder tearing through him as you suck the other ball into your mouth.

Bakugo traces a finger up the lips of your sex, your back going rigid as you moan and press back against him, your mouth still full, nails digging into the flesh of Deku’s thighs. He says something you can’t comprehend, then Deku’s tensing, his balls contracting, Ochako squeezing her eyes shut as he blows his load down her throat.

Before you can do anything else, your tugged backwards by the hips, ass flush with Bakugo’s clothed cock as he ruts against you, teasing you with his length. You can’t help the butterflies that swirl in your stomach as you glance back at him— football superstar Bakugo Katsuki—his eyes blown wide with lust as he looks at you.

You.

“No way,” Ochako warns, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, glassy eyes on Bakugo. “It’s not your turn yet, extra.” She snips.

“You came, he came,” he grabs your arm and pulls your body up, your back flush with his chest. “It’s only fair that one of us is next.” Both of his hands play with your nipples, lips coming to your neck, teeth dragging across your pulse point, making you shudder.

“Yeah, her.” She says, eyes betraying her heated tone as she watches Bakugo’s fingers tweak at your nipples, your hands reaching behind you to grips at his briefs for some semblance of balance.

“That was amazing,” Deku smiles, chest flushed with heat, gleam in his eye. “What’s next?”

Your head is spinning, mind going numb as Bakugo sucks and licks at your skin, eyes screwing shut and head falling back onto his shoulder as his fingers trail down your front, inching closer and closer to your sweet spot, your heart thundering in your ears.

“Fuck me,” you hear Ochako say— probably to Deku, considering the tone of her voice— but you feel her dainty hands on your thighs, eyes snapping open to see her lips wrap around one of your nipples.

“Ocha—” you squeak, but she sends you a heated look, sucks and licks feverishly at your chest. Bakugo’s chest rumbles against your back in a growl, cock grinds between your cheeks, hands holding you by the hips, keeping you still, long fingers positively bruising.

“Lay her down,” Ochako says to him, taffy eyes glaring past you to look at him, before her focus softens on you. “I’m gonna lick your pussy while Izu fucks me. Is that okay?”

“Ah, yeah,” you nod, embarrassed even considering the events that have already unfolded. Ochako squeaks in delight and turns to relay the information to Deku, and you’re sinking down onto your ass, kicking your legs out as Bakugo does the same behind you; his broad chest a wall for you to lean against.

“Bout to get eaten out by your best friend,” he whispers in your ear, heated and cocky. “How’s that feel?”

Your face burns, “if I weren’t here, it woulda been you with Izuku’s balls in your mouth.” You do your best to snap back, but your voice is hoarse, hands resting on his as he runs them up your thighs and spreads your legs apart.

“Fat chance,” he snorts, chuckling as he rests his chin on your shoulder, eyes wandering down your exposed skin greedily.

“Kinda glad we messed up, huh baby?” Deku grins, kissing at Ochako’s neck before she can fall into position between your legs.

She replies something breathy, but you’re too caught up in Bakugo: his fingers on your thighs, thumbs grazing the sensitive skin at your hip dips, then inwards, dangerously close to the sensitive lips of your sex as Ochako watches intently.

Then her soft fingers are drawing up your legs, and your eyes shoot down to hers, your breath catching in your throat.

“You can back out,” she says gently, giving you one last chance to bolt. But Deku catches your eye, on his ass behind her, watching with baited breath as she crawls up to you, and you can feel Bakugo’s body ready and waiting behind you.

And it makes you feel powerful.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” You ask, tossing the proverbial ball into her court.

“To be honest? I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” she bats her lashes up at you and your breath hitches, her petal lips kissing the inside of your knee as she closes in on you, as she slides up so close you can feel her cool breath on the heated skin by your folds.

“Fuck,” slips from Bakugo’s lips, his hands sliding up to slowly squeeze your breasts as Ochako’s fingers toy with your outer labia, her tongue peeking from between pink lips as she surveys your sex like it’s the most interesting thing she’s ever seen.

“You’ve got a pretty pussy,” she grins, licking her lips. You’re momentarily distracted when Deku starts pumping himself in his fist, eyes glued to the both of you, but seconds later that little tongue is licking a tentative stripe up your slit, and her manicured nails are digging into the meat of your thighs.

“Oh, my god…” you breathe, slamming your eyes shut, head falling back against Bakugo as you fight to keep your legs splayed. It tickles, she’s kitten licking you, lapping at your cunt as she explores it, curiosity out-weighting the need to get you off.

“Feel good?” Comes Bakugo’s rumbling voice. You open your eyes and glance sideways at him, annoyed that he knows you wanna beg for more, for harder, for faster. “Tell her what you need,” he urges.

“I-I’m gonna put it in,” Deku stammers, your attention flying back to him, to the angry blush on his face and chest, the way his hand sprawls Ochako’s lower back as he pumps himself with the other.

“I thought it’d taste weird,” she blinks up at you, “but you taste good—”

“Oh my god, Ochako, please—” you begin, mortified, only for her to press her open mouth against you and start tonguing at your entrance, your plea rising into a longing moan as pleasure rockets through your veins. Your eyes roll and you slam a hand to your mouth, only to have it torn away and pinned to your thigh by one of Bakugo’s, his other hand tilting your face towards him, his tongue snaking into your mouth.

Then Ochako’s moaning, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine as the sensation of two tongues inside you at the same time has you both tensing and melting simultaneously. Ochako’s nails grind into your skin as your toes flex, and you vaguely begin to hear Deku’s slow grunts, feel the rhythmic pressing of her face against your cunt as she’s fucked into you.

Your arms move to loop around Bakugo’s neck, but he’s inching away from you, taking your hands in his and laying you down as he slides off the bed, tugging you so your head is hanging off the edge a little. One of his hands leaves yours and he’s thumbing at your mouth, drawing saliva from your bottom lip and spreading it around, eyes half-lidded.

You know what he wants; you can see how hard he is, even upside down. His thumb slips into your mouth and you suck on it, tongue lathing lazily, your free hand reaching his briefs and palming him to the same rhythm as your tongue on his thumb. A taste of what’s to come.

“Yeah?” Ruby eyes stare down at you, and he takes his thumb back, poising to rid himself of his underwear.

“Mmm,” you mumble back, licking your lips, throwing your head back further and opening your jaw to him, giving him easier access to your throat.

“Fuck,” he breathes, hastily dropping his dacks, long, thick cock bobbing free, pumping it slowly with his strong fingers. “So fucking sexy,”

You just laugh in return, reaching for his hips as he closes in on you, as he rubs that smooth, spongey head of his cock across your smiling lips. Your tongue snakes out to taste him— salty, bitter, all man— and you purr, nails digging into his ass, as he slowly slides in.

Ochako’s tongue slips out of your cunt and she purses her lips around your clit, your whole body tensing just as his thick— shit, so thick— cock hits the back of your throat, a needy whine unable to escape your chest.

“G-god,” comes from Deku’s mouth, “put your… f-fingers inside her, baby,” he pants between breathy moans. “M-make her cum.”

“S-slower, Izu—“ she groans back, finally giving your pussy a break, head bobbing up before resting on your heated thigh. “‘m s-so close,”

“Ah, hold out, pink cheeks,” Bakugo grunts, thick fingers bracing himself under your jaw, his thumbs behind your ears. “You’re the one who said it was her turn; make true on that, huh?”

“You’re such a—“

Another squeal lodges in your throat when her face is pushed— hard— against your pussy, bitter laughter flowing from Bakugo’s lips, and a needy, drawn out whine, pulling from Deku’s.

“‘ts it, baby,” Deku grinds out, voice gravelly as she starts to work your cunt again, tongue thick and sloppy against your core. “G-god you look so sexy eating her out. R-right Kacchan?”

“Shut up, Deku, f-fuck—“ Bakugo hisses, going deep— too deep— his heavy balls slapping against your nose, your forehead; tears escape the corners of your eyes, travel down your forehead and get lost in your hairline.

Ochako breaks away from you again, a high-pitched whine sliding from her lips, “c-cumming!” And she’s collapsing against your leg again, her heaving breaths filling the room along with Bakugo’s grunts.

But then she’s moving—you can’t see shit— and she’s either recovered, or that’s Deku’s mouth tonguing your cunt, his thick fingers working their way into your sloppy little hole, wriggling around until you—

“Mmmph!” you tense up, and Bakugo eases up on the face-fucking, slides out of you and slaps his heavy cock against your cheek. “N-no, if you do th-that—“ you whine desperately, propping yourself up on your elbows and staring helplessly down at Deku, who’s fingers are moving inhumanly quick, green eyes staring up at you as his mouth finds your clit.

Bakugo swallows your sob with his lips, his hands smoothing hair from your face as he kneels next to you on the bed, probably trying to distract you from the magic Deku’s working between your legs.

“B-Bakugo, I’m—’m gonna—“ you reach for him, tears in your eyes as Deku kisses your skin; your stomach, your ribs, a nipple’s sucked into his mouth.

“Get back down there,” Bakugo grunts, pushing at his mop of green hair, but you’re wriggling out of the blonde’s grasp, thighs clamping around Deku’s wrist as your orgasm slams into you, back arching, heels of your hands pressing into your eyes as you moan and gasp, waves of ecstasy rolling through your bones.

“You fuckwit!” Bakugo hisses, white-knuckling the sheets, glare fixed on Deku.

“Aw, c’mon, Kaachan, she can go more than once,” Deku laughs from above you, taking your shaky wrists in his big hands. “You okay?” He asks, voice soft, soothing, calming.

“I,” you start, nodding, wiping tears from your face, “y-yeah,”

“Yeah? Move.” Bakugo growls, barreling into Deku, pushing him—laughing— off of you, so Bakugo can man-handle you, picking you up and walking backwards to the couch, sitting down and helping you straddle him.

“Izu, ‘m tired,” comes a groggy moan from Ochako; Deku soothes her with some shushing and soft mouth noises, but Bakugo doesn’t let you rest.

“Shitty fucking Deku,” he mumbles, fisting his cock in his hand, “you want a real orgasm?” He asks, pulling you out of your post-orgasmic haze, laughter bubbling up your throat.

“I’m pretty sure I just had one?” You lean towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you slide your body closer to his—breasts to chest—a smile growing on your face as you register the blush dusting his, his little pout. “I bet,” you kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck, “that you wanna cum, hm?”

A guttural groan slides from his throat when you lean back and your smaller hand wraps around his; then you’re guiding the angry tip of his cock towards your sex, sliding it against your slippery folds as you raise your hips, tongue wetting your lips.

“Hurry up,” he huffs, jutting his hips up, far too impatient for his own good.

“Just be happy I’m letting you do me raw, footy jerk,” you snip, before the head of his cock catches against your hole and you begin to lower your hips, gasping and gnawing at your bottom lip as he slowly stretches you open.

You’re almost flush with his thighs when hands ghost over your ass and lips press to the back of your neck. Your head reels around to meet green eyes, before shooting to the bed and surveying your best friend’s sleeping form, her head on the pillow, blanket draped over her naked body.

“What are you doing?” You whisper as his hands wander, his lips quirking into a grin.

“She’s asleep, it’s fine,” he assures you, adding: “we’re not technically dating, so don’t worry.”

“Deku, if you fuck this up for me, I’m shoving your stupid fucking head down the toilet,” Bakugo growls, pulling you back against his chest, one hand fisting your hair, the other hovering protectively over your back as he thrusts the rest of his dick up into your cunt.

You yelp—feeling far too full— but Deku just laughs at his childhood friend’s inability to share, “I just want to play with her ass, Kacchan; ‘s that okay?”

“God, I— I don’t wanna hear your fucking voice,” he snaps, tugging your head back by your hair and crashing his lips to yours, swallowing your wanton moans and cries as he takes over the sliver of control you had being on top, and thrusts up into you.

It’s dizzying, intoxicating. Bakugo’s hands are rough and forceful, his cock still stretching you, the ridges and veins touching parts of you that have never been so stimulated, his tongue bullying yours in the best way. Then Deku reminds you he’s there, wet finger prodding at your asshole, rubbing around your rim gently, slowly— so very slowly— pressing the tip in, breaching the tight ring of muscle.

“So… damn tight,” he breathes, lips tickling your ear as Bakugo throws his head back against the sofa with a needy whine.

“I can,” he gasps, red eyes glaring past you to where Deku’s breathing on your neck. “I can feel your fucking finger,”

“Is it good?” He asks, wriggling what feels like another finger— slick with something slimier than spit— into your ass.

“Ahn… T-too much—“ you gasp, nails digging into Bakugo’s shoulders, clawing into his back as you struggle to get closer to him, trying to escape the intrusion behind you.

But Bakugo’s laughing, his hands groping and spreading your asscheeks, slowing the heavy snap of his hips as Deku writhes his fingers, before he adds a third.

“N-no…” you whine, Bakugo attacking your neck with warm, wet kisses and slow, deliberate bites that are surely gonna show for days after this. “Oh— oh my god, please...” You sob, both men halting their actions to soothe you with gentler kisses, softer, more tender.

“Can—“ Deku starts, takes a deep breath against the shell of your ear. “Can I fuck your ass?”

For some reason, you look to Bakugo for the green light, eyes wide, brows tented in a silent plea.

“Be fucking gentle,” the blonde hisses at his friend. “Don’t think I won’t punch you in your shitty fucking face.”

“Okay,” Deku breathes, beginning to thrust his fingers again, “alright…” he mumbles, stretching you out. “It’s okay, I’ll b-be gentle,” he whispers, voice going even lower as he mutters soft words against your spine, sending goose flesh across your skin. “Kacchan, I— I can feel your dick inside her,” he adds, voice wavering.

“Fuck,”

“B-Bakugo,” you almost sob— still warming his cock— overcome with the need to cum, your orgasm so close it hurts, Deku’s thick digits stuffing you full. “Y-you gotta fuck me… f-fast,” you plead, squirming in his hands, rocking your hips best you can with Deku’s fingers in your ass. “Wanna cum…”

“I think she’s ready,” Deku groans, slipping his fingers out, before sliding them back in, giving the three digits a twist. “Can you feel that, Kacchan?”

You gasp and cling to Bakugo as he takes his fingers out slowly and presses the plane of his chest to your back, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he breathes, kissing your shoulder, the back of your neck.

“Anal?”

“No,” he laughs at Bakugo’s question. “Chako and I do it all the ti—“

“Yeah, I don’t care?” The blonde cuts him off gruffly.

Deku chuckles, “you asked, though?”

“C-can— god, please do something!” You whine, frustration taking over, nails digging into Bakugo’s traps as you rock your hips, your mound grinding against his pubes.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Bakugo grunts, lifting your hips and slamming you back down, eliciting a yelp from your throat as his cockhead slams against your cervix. “Got a little distracted by this... asshat.”

“I’m gonna,” Deku breathes, rubbery cock sliding against your asshole. “Put it in..?” He asks, unsure.

“You want it?” Bakugo asks, lifting you back up, holding you in suspense.

“Huh? I,” you glance back at Deku, see him crouching behind you, thick cock poised to slide into you, his wide eyes begging you to say yes.

“You gotta tell him you want it,” Bakugo breathes, lips against your cheek.

Your whole body is ablaze and you’re embarrassed, turned on, and still a little tipsy. It’s a situation you never thought you’d be in, but there’s a gnawing in the back of your brain that’s begging you to tell him—

“Fuck me, Midoriya,” you whisper, before turning back to Bakugo and pressing your mouth to his, your hands grasping the sides of his face before pulling away, “d-distract me?”

But Deku’s already pushing, the thick cock you were servicing earlier sliding slowly into your empty hole, Bakugo hissing as he feels him entering, pressing against his cock, pressing it more snugly against your g-spot.

“Oh my god,” you’re whining breathlessly, clutching onto Bakugo for dear life, unsure if you really like the intrusion, if the numb, pain-like sensation is really gonna get you off.

“Shit, it’s— it’s too fucking tight,”

“Y-yeah, I don’t know if I’ll be able to move, Kacchan,”

“Just—“ Bakugo takes a hand off your ass, runs it up your side and gently caresses your breast. “If you keep tensing up, it’s gonna hurt all of us,” he knocks his forehead against yours, meets your eyes. “Got it?”

“It’s… weir— Ah!” You yelp, Deku forcing himself in all at once, knocking you into Bakugo, pressing you into him, Deku’s front flush with your back.

“Ah, shit,” Bakugo hisses, your arms wrapping around his neck. “I’ll pull out… then when I push back in,”

“I’ll pull out; got it.” Deku finishes.

And even though you heard the exchange, feeling it is a completely different story.

“Ahn—n-no, I— I can’t, I can’t, this is too much, I’m gonna die!” You garble as they move in tandem, your already heated body starting to grow slick with sweat— both yours and theirs.

But you don’t really want them to stop because you’ve never felt so full in your life, never felt so good in your life. You never thought you’d hear Bakugo Katsuki grunting in your ear as he helps keep you up on your knees, his teeth and tongue grazing your jawline, as he fucks your pussy; never thought you’d have Midoriya Izuku gripping your hips so hard, whiny mouth sucking marks into your skin as his cock stretches your ass.

It’s too much. It’s too much, but Bakugo still finds the need to snake his hand down between your bodies, still feels he’s gotta play your clit like a fine-tuned instrument.

Tears and drool slip down your face, then you’re howling as pure, white-hot bliss has your whole body tensing, both men groaning hoarsely as you contract around them, fingers digging into your skin as their thrusts grow harder, sloppier, faster, then stop completely.

Your body is boneless, your fucked-out form collapsing against Bakugo with a contented sigh as Deku falls back onto his ass, the room suddenly silent.

“Want a water, Kacchan?” Deku asks moments later, only to be met with an affirmative grunt.

Then you feel something dribble out of you, slide down your thigh, “who,” you frown, clearing your scratchy throat, wobbly arms pushing you off of Bakugo. “Who came inside me?”

Bakugo does his best at trying to conceal a grin, large hands resting on your hips lifting you, his softening cock slipping out of your pussy, followed by another dribble. “Uh, we both did.” He says, sending you a half-sorry look.

“Ugh,” you spit, collapsing against him again. “That’s so gross.”

“‘ts okay,” Deku says, closer, resting a bottle of water on your head, which Bakugo quickly snatches away. “I’ve got this.”

Your core clenches when you feel Deku’s tongue slide up your inner thigh and slurp up the cum, Bakugo’s knees spreading further apart to accommodate his friend’s size. He’s moaning, and you’re watching him over your shoulder, face furiously hot as he loses himself in your creampie, tongue scooping up as much as he can, swallowing it with a moan.

“M-Midoriya, I can shower,” you mumble, ridiculously embarrassed, as Bakugo’s hands spread you apart.

“You like eating cum, huh, Deku?” The blonde grins, watching his friend with morbid curiosity.

Green eyes blink up at the two of you, “ah, I just wanted to try it.” He shrugs, a finger sliding back into your ass, sending you rigid, before he adds another and starts to scoop the cum out, licking his fingers and circling back to your cunt, sucking and licking Bakugo’s seed up as well.

“Oh..” you moan, embarrassed by how slow and deliberate he is, how gentle even his fingers are.

But before Deku can finish what he started, Bakugo stands, lifting you with him, Deku’s fingers slipping out of you. “Let’s do this in the shower, we’re all sweaty and I’m feeling left out.”

“But I’m tired,” you whine, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, weightless in his thick, corded arms.

“I’m… uh,” Deku chuckles, smiles nervously at you when you meet his gaze. “I’m hard again.”

You gape, bleary-eyed, up at Bakugo, and he grins, “if this loser’s goin again, so am I.”

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

For some reason, doing the walk of shame with Bakugo is worse than doing it alone. Everytime you look at him, you’re reminded of how you acted, what you did, how you did it.

The pair of you bolted from the room when Ochako woke up and found you all sitting on the balcony playing Never-Have-I-Ever, a very drunk Deku announcing his undying love for her— but can he fuck you again?

She said she didn’t mind.

So now, you’re walking through the city with a guy you thought wouldn't be caught dead talking to you, nervous energy pouring out of you in waves as you’re reminded of what happened in the room. As you overthink the million different ways you can gracefully accept him turning you down.

“Do you, uh,” he clears his throat, looks down at his phone screen. “Do you like pancakes?”

You blink at him.

“I—I mean, shit, uh, do you—“ a heavy sigh, “it’s 2am, are you hungry?” He manages to say, unable to look you in the eye.

“Uh, yeah,” you nod, your eyes darting between his pouty face and your shoes. “I could eat.”

He smiles, but it’s fleeting, like he doesn’t want you to know he’s actually glad you’re taking him up on his offer. “Cool,” he nods slowly, stepping closer to you, gaze dropping from your eyes to your lips, then back to his shoes. “Uh, I know a place.”

You can’t control the way your face heats, or the grin that grows on your lips when you notice the faint dusting of pink across his features. “Cool,” you say back, thinking how ridiculously backwards this seems.

“Cool,” he repeats, nodding, shoving his hands in his pockets and leading the way.

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Yay! Askbox is open! How about a scenario where Hawks and his gf attend a hero party but they keep getting pulled away from each other by friends and associates to chat and stuff and he really wants to spend time with her and can't really focus on any conversations he's caught up in because his glances and attention are all focuses on her but they finally get to slow dance together & everyone thinks they're adorable

Hawks/F!Reader: Alone Together

Word count: 1016

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff!

Before he'd met ____, Hawks had always viewed parties like this with distaste. It was really just more work disguised as fun, with the countless schmoozers to butter up and sources of information to pump for the Hero Safety Commission. But now that he had someone to bring to these events, he could enjoy a little break and actually have some real fun for a change. He pretended to listen to what one of the other guests was talking about while he had his arm wrapped around ____’s waist and rubbed circles into her hip with his thumb. Thankfully the other guy didn’t talk for much longer and excused himself to get a drink. Now that they were alone, Hawks saw her smile up at him. “What’s got you smirking, chickadee?”

____ shrugged. “Aside from getting to be on the arm of my favorite guy, enjoying a night out, and having a ton of free rich-people food? Not much,” she replied. 

Hawks laughed. “Think they’ll notice you trying to sneak some stuff into your purse?”

“Hope not, since I’ve got a bag full of those mini-quiches in here.” She patted the top of her purse and winked. “I can grab some of those chicken kebab things you were scarfing down too, if you want--”

An older woman in an elegant gown interrupted ___ with a well-manicured hand on her shoulder. “Oh, ____! There’s a Hero here you have to meet,” she gushed, quickly giving a little nod of greeting to Hawks. “She’s the one I was telling you about, the former contortionist in the circus? Here, I’ll introduce you…” The woman took ____’s hand and marched over to the other side of the room where a lithe-looking woman in a sleek black suit was nursing a glass of champagne, leaving Hawks alone. He was quickly dragged into a conversation by a big-name fashion designer who went on and on about how he'd love to work with Hawks either for a new Hero suit or just for a magazine shoot. 

A few minutes passed by, but every time Hawks tried to edge his way around the room to ____, either she or he would be pulled into a new conversation that they were only half-participating in. Hawks was used to hiding his boredom and irritation at these parties, but a keen eye would pick up on the way his feathers stayed ruffled and stiffened more whenever someone else blocked him from getting to ____. He was about to pretend he had to use the restroom just to try and text her to maybe fake a work emergency so they could get home, when suddenly he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He turned around, already about to plaster on his "I'm totally listening" face again when he saw ____ standing right in front of him.

"Oh my God, why does everyone have to talk to us," she breathed. "Seriously, I should take a sip of champagne every time one of them goes 'oooh, you're so lucky to be with the #2 Hero!' or asking for me to shill their business to you for 'em."

Hawks took her hand to keep himself from losing her and made his way to the dance floor where couples were swaying elegantly to the string quartet playing nearby. "Well, they won't try to break us up here," he offered, pulling her closer and putting an arm around her waist. "Mind if I have this dance?"

____ rested one hand on his forearm while clasping his other hand, and the two of them began to dance together. "Your funeral," ____ replied with a shy smile. "I'm just copying what I've seen on TV shows where couples dance right now." 

Hawks laughed. "You're doing just fine," he assured, closing his wings a bit as they danced around one of the couples nearby. "But if you're too nervous, you can just stand on my feet if you want and I'll guide ya."

____ snorted. "I'm not a five year old," she retorted. "But thanks for the offer."

As the two of them danced and swayed, laughing and chatting with each other, they began to notice the crowd that had started to gather by the ballroom to fawn over them. They could hear the hushed tones of a pair of older women sighing at how "cute" they were while they danced, and a man remarked that he hadn't ever seen Hawks laugh or smile like that, even in interviews or when hanging out after work with other Heroes.

Hawks was about to joke about how even when they were alone on the floor now, they still couldn't get the spotlight off of them; he stopped when he felt ____ rest her head against his chest as the swayed together (causing another wave of "aww"s and adoring squeals from the crowd watching them), and he slowly found himself forgetting his surroundings. It was hard to tune out years of training telling him to always be alert, but ____ was always talented at making him switch from Hawks the Hero and Safety Commission's prized asset to Keigo the boyfriend. Keigo the human being.

Keigo held her a little closer and furled his wings around the two of them to give them a brief moment of privacy as they danced together. Once they were obscured, he kissed the top of ____'s forehead and felt them smile against his dress shirt. "What's that smile for, Angel?"

____ looked back up at him and kissed his cheek. "You, genius," she replied, playfully pinching his arm through his suit. "Well...that, and I was thinking about how my purse is going to smell like mini-quiches and chicken for at least a week after we get home."

The two of them laughed and continued to exchange small kisses as they danced until the song began to fade. Once the string quartet ended their performance, Hawks kissed her lips one more time before closing his wings and letting the crowd get a glimpse of the two of them again as they applauded. 

scare me, scare away

i've never been much for this world, anyway

it's a little early for the milestone, but let's celebrate 500 followers and my favorite holiday with a collab!

This is a collab centered around halloween. Monsters, thrills, costumes, all of the creepy things that go bump in the night....it's all fair game here. Feel free to indulge in your spookiest desires or get our hearts racing with a thrilling tale of horror!

Because October is typically a busy month for writers AND readers, I wanted to create an opportunity for anyone who wants to participate in the fun but maybe isn’t up to doing an entire kinktober. Or maybe you want to do both! Be my guest, the world is your oyster, whatever floats your boat, etc etc etc. The fics will be due the week of oct. 24-oct.31, and I will be reblogging the masterlist and each work during that time.

rules

The theme is thrills, horror, and romance- write about monsters, write about the horrors of love, write about the darkness that lies in our human hearts, write about what you'd be doing with your fave on halloween, whatever it is that gets you in the spooky spirit!

You MUST be over 18 and have your age in your bio to participate. just having 18+ will not cut it, and that's stated clearly in my blog rules.

DC is allowed and encouraged, just please make sure to tag and include trigger warnings where they are easily visible.

Works must be at least 500 words, please put longer works under a cut!

This will be for x reader fics, in the following fandoms: Haikyuu, BNHA, Tokyo Revengers, Blue Lock, and JJK.

To enter, send me an ask with your character and theme (ex; demon!Sakusa x reader, friday the 13th Mikey x reader, or yandere!barou x reader). Up to three repeats of the same character is allowed.

When you post your fics during the week of 10/24 - 10/31, please include the tag '#scare me collab' and reblog this masterlist to give the other writers some love! And if you want to tag me to make sure I see it feel free!

masterlist

matsukawa x reader - @bakumu

serial killers!kuroo and bokuto x reader - @vagabondings

atsumu x killer!reader - @mekiza

werewolf!asahi x reader - @asahipleaseloveme

stalker!hawks x reader - @miriowned

serial killer!bakugo x reader - @lovelorn-thots

hercules!izuku x megara!reader - @lovelorn-thots

stalker!shinsou x reader - @shuwuji

demon!hanma x reader - @shuwuji

virgin!shion x succubus!reader - @sweetsbysatori

vampire!mikey x reader - @shujiful

gargoyle!baji x student!reader - @sleepykoko

witch!reader x possessed!mitsuya - @takaholic

nothin yet

ghost!geto x reader - @pleasantdinosaurkingdom

incubus!gojo x reader - @atsumeii

angel of death!choso x reader - @shinigamiplayroom

yuuji x reader x megumi - @izukiss

Crash

Why do I feel this?

Lowkey wanna be a barn cat that all the cows know and befriend. M-maybe Bull! Bakugou bothers me for laughs? Who knows??

Let nature takes it course

As you please uwu

My fucking stomach hurts oh my god, wear headphones for this one