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Ego » Midoriya Izuku

WORDCOUNT : 5.2k words.

WARNINGS : smut, fluff, childhood friends + college au, reader is a tsundere -> says “shut up” about fifty times, vaginal + anal penetration (m -> f), rimming (m -> f), alcohol consumption, spitting.

A/N : the beginning of this was inspired by the drinking game they play in game of thrones. you make a claim about someone—if you’re wrong, you drink and if you’re right, they drink.

“Okay, I’ve got one.” Denki grins, already filling your shot glass, pushing it across his shit coffee table. Always so eager—naive, more like it.

“You’ve never slept with an upperclassman.”

You raise a brow up at him. Never fucked an upperclassman?

“Drink.”

“Seriously?” He groans, must be a little too drunk to be this careless at this point in the game. But he takes the shot from you, downing it in one, burdensome swig. Meanwhile, you have your next question locked and loaded—something grubby and nasty, actually nasty, none of this child’s play.

“This next one is for everyone.” You announce, sitting up in your beanbag eagerly as you glance around the circle at Denki, Kyouka, and a begrudging Izuku who you've somehow managed to drag to this.. lovely affair.

“Everyone?” You’ve seemed to pique a sleepy Kyouka’s interest as Izuku visibly gulps from his spot beside you, not that you’re paying him much attention, he’s just dramatic. Always has been. Giddy, you nod, casually dropping your palm to Izuku’s thigh to rile your innocent friend up just a bit more because you’re not having nearly enough fun yet.

You take a deep breath, confidence at your front, “None of you have.. had sex with someone with a mutation quirk.”

Kyouka scoffs, eyes rolling in offense before she asks, “Like what? Like tentacles?”

Izuku’s face flushes as he chokes on absolutely nothing, “T-Tentacles?” But you’re nodding anyway, eyes narrowing as your fingers trail up his thigh then squeeze.

“Exactly, like tentacles.”

“Like you have?” It’s Denki who says this, albeit, too gainfully for Kyouka’s taste. You don’t fail to notice the way her eyes glaze over with something jaded, but you don’t mind. She knows you’re not here for her man.

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I haven’t.”

“You’re lying! There’s no way!” Denki’s shooting up from his seat, quite literally buzzing with intrigue, harmless curiosity that you curve with little effort. You shake your head yes, pride smeared across your cheeks.

“Amajiki-senpai.”

“You fucked Tamaki’s tentacles?” Kyouka asks, her brows furrowing with shock because this is news. Even to her. Of course it is, it’s a lie after all.

“No—” You pause, leaning back as your knee brushes against Izuku’s, careful to keep your eyes trained on him as you speak lowly, “Tamaki fucked me with his tentacles.”

The room goes silent, much to your amusement.

“So, that’s a no? For all of you? Can’t say I’m surprised.”

You lift the shot to Izuku lips, watch as his expression flits from disbelief to embarrassment then finally settles on.. something you can’t quite place. “Drink.” And he does, face scrunched up as the rancid liquid scalds his throat, the other two as well.

Izuku’s cheeks are flushed, you notice, far more than they usually are when he’s this flustered. He must be drunk, or at the very least getting there.

“What’s the matter?” You ask, bumping your knee into his again, this time resting it against him, letting the soft heat of your legs permeate into the dark denim of his. Izuku shakes his head, looking to Denki who’s practically vibrating in his seat.

“My turn.”

You groan, a drunkish giggle coming from Kyouka as she sips at her beer in anticipation.

“For everyone, since that’s allowed now.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

You catch Izuku’s gaze on you for a moment, something curious before Denki clears his throat, “None of you have, uh,” his cheeks darken, a sly look on him, “None of you have done anal.”

But he’s speaking primarily to you, even as Kyouka smacks him on the arm with her own cheeks burning a bright shade of red and a Denki! tumbling from her lips. Something you really didn’t need to know.

You shrug in response, filling up two glasses, one for you and one for Izuku—obviously. But before you ever lift them from the table, the man beside you is coughing, sucking in a shaky breath as his palm finds yours, “N-No need.. For, uh, me.”

“What?” It comes from all of you, all at once, but you’re the loudest, the most incredulous with your eyes as wide as saucers while your blood runs cold. “—What?”

Izuku scratches at his head, nervously twisting a curl at the nape of his neck, “Yeah, I.. I have.”

Your jaw seems to dislodge then, heart lurching as time seems to stop. Denki lunges across the table, pulling Izuku in by the collar of his dingy hoodie, “You got fucked in the ass, bro?” He’s laughing, so loud and hearty that you snap out of your haze for a moment.

“I mean—I’ve let Kyouka peg me once or twice before but man, I did not see that one coming.”

“Y-Yeah..” You mutter, crossing your arms as you bore holes into the side of Izuku’s stupid head, trying to (somehow) see if he’s telling the truth.

But that’s the thing, he wouldn’t lie. Or would he? No, he probably isn’t even capable of it, too nerdy and good and stupid. But, fuck.. Now you wanna know—you gulp—your curiosity wrapping its dangerous limbs around your throat. You wanna know who.

“Actually—” He blinks quickly as he confesses, “I usually do the, you know, the f-fucking.”

“Oh!” Kyouka shouts, spinning to meet Denki’s wild gaze, “He does the fucking.”

“You..” Your nails dig into your thighs as you retract your body inward, away from him. “Usually?”

“Hm? Did you say something?” He turns to you, eyes far too wide and far too innocent for your liking—unfitting, “You okay?” You scoff, squinting as you let the disgusting taste of cheap liquor burn your throat before slamming the glass back down, ignoring the onslaught of questions from the deranged blonde across from you—Is it girls? Is it guys? Is it both—

“I’m fine. Just tired.”

Kyouka’s shooting you a knowing look that you refuse to acknowledge, focusing your attention on finding your jacket as you get up and head towards the door, “Gonna head back now.”

Denki complains, because of course he does, begging you to stay for at least one more round but you’re fisting the doorknob and leaving with a wave in haste.

Annoying. How annoying.

But the sound of Denki’s shitty door creaking open again has you slowing down to look behind you, a hurried Izuku stumbling out with only one shoe coming forth, “W-Wait! It’s late, so I’ll walk you back.”

You stop for a moment, glaring up at the lanky nerd, “My building’s the furthest from yours. It’s fine, Deku.”

He follows you anyway.

Once you’re outside, crunching over the melting snow, Izuku finally takes the initiative to walk beside you, his hands clenching and unclenching together annoyingly, that thing he does when he can’t spit his fucking words out.

“—What is it?”

He grins down at you, despite the pout plastered to your face, “I just noticed that you called me Deku.”

“And?” It must be the cold because your ears suddenly feel hot, “What about it, nerd?”

He laughs, rushing forward to hold open the door to your building for you, “Nothing, just.. You haven’t called me that in a while.”

“I guess.”

Izuku walks you up to your floor, even meddles his way into your dorm despite the way you try to shut the door on his face.

“It’s been a while since you let me come over, too.” He whispers, crossing the room to sink into your bed as you shrug your coat off and dig through your laundry basket for some warm pajamas.

“You aren’t over, idiot. Don’t even know why you’re still here.” You shoot him a look before you pull your top off, and Izuku’s mindful enough to avert his eyes, palms slapping against his eyes.

“It’s cold.”

Once you’ve got some clothes back on, you start up again, “Thought that thick skull of yours was enough to keep you warm?”

He laughs, again, always immune to your abuse, but there’s something bothering him, you can tell. You as well.

Izuku breaks the silence. “Can I ask you something?”

You sigh, shoving him aside as you crawl onto the bed, laying over the covers as he fidgets with his sleeves by the edge.

“Nope.”

He scoots closer, ever persistent, “Why’d you wanna leave so suddenly?”

You roll your eyes, draping your arm over your face to shield yourself from his freakish, viridescent stare. So nosy. “I said I was tired, so if you can just—”

“Did I say something?”

“You always say something.”

He scoots even closer, practically hovering over you with so much concern that you can physically feel it bouncing through the air, popping you in the face, “Did I say something to upset you?”

You groan, pulling your pillow out from beneath you to cover your face, hoping that you’ll just die or something, “You always say something to upset me.”

“Hey..” Ugh. “I’m being serious.”

“Leave it, Deku.”

“That’s twice in one day! Something’s definitely wrong..”

You flip the pillow, lurching off the bed to smack him in the face as he yelps, his glasses toppling off and onto the floor with a crash.

Immediately, you reach for the ground to pick it up, “Ah! Idiot, look what—”

But Izuku’s hand flies out to yours, gripping your wrist tight, hard enough for you to wince as he raises it, and you, back up. He pulls you forward then, face a hair away from yours, and for the first time in a long time you look into his eyes. Those ridiculously glittery, emerald eyes of his, darker than you last remember actually, and all the more intimidating without those stupid, round-rimmed frames blocking the view.

“Did I?” When he’s this close you can feel his breath fan over your nose, your cheeks too, as he continues to peer into your very soul like the freak he is.

You blink, “Did you—What?”

Izuku sighs, and this time you can taste the liquor on his breath. You try to pull your hand away but he doesn’t give.

“Did I upset you?”

He’s always so sincere, too sincere for your comfort, anyways. It’s.. an odd feeling, to have someone care for your feelings to this extent, to be so willingly open, vulnerable, raw. You don’t like it.

“Let go of me—”

“It was a lie, you know.” The corners of his lips sheepishly tug upwards, white teeth shying past his plump lips, and he chuckles, “I figured you were, so I did too.”

This time, you successfully pry your hand out of his grip, clutching it to your chest protectively as you scoff at him, “I was not lying.”

Izuku tilts his head, eyes squinting together as he tries to focus on you from so closely. Stupidly, he gets closer, until his thighs are crowding over yours and you’re backed up against the headboard.

“Tamaki-senpai is studying abroad now.” You blank at him.

“It—It was before that, you idiot! Why do you even care? You’re so creepy for even knowing that—”

His expression twitches, something unknown, the same look you saw in his eye earlier this evening, the same one you couldn’t quite place making an appearance again. He holds his breath.

“You know, I would only do that with someone I trust.”

You look away, anywhere but at him, pretending that the conviction woven into his stare isn’t there, “Then find someone! Jeez, you’re so..” You don’t even know.

You can’t seem to think properly with the way your blood is rushing through your skull, throbbing in your ears, everything sounds muffled and all you can hear is his voice inside of your head. So fucking persistent, pushing you and pushing you and—

“Were you jealous?” He asks. His hand finds your jaw, calloused thumb smoothing over your heated skin as he pulls your gaze his way, “You can tell me,”

“I mean, I was jealous.”

He.. What—

You turn away from his touch, defensive, as you pull your knees to your chest, “You knew I was lying.”

“I did,” Izuku reaches for you again, this time tugging your head close to him, against his sturdy chest, “But I didn’t.. didn’t even like the thought of it.”

He smells good, doesn’t smell like Denki’s gross dorm at all. He smells like Izuku—clean linen and that expensive cologne his mom always gets him for his birthday.

“You didn’t like the thought of it either,” his hand smooths over your hair, gentle and kind, “Didn’t like to think about me with some other girl. Someone that isn’t you.”

You push at his chest, fingers going slack when you accidentally feel him, feel the thick, corded muscle of his sternum. He lets you away though, a hand still clutching at the back of your head ever so softly.

Izuku leans into you, his thumb swiping at your cheek, “That’s why you’re crying, isn’t it? I’m sorry that I upset you.”

“I’m not—” But you are, you feel your tears sizzling down your cheeks, falling in hot streams before Izuku brushes them away.

“What can I do to make it better?” He asks. It almost makes you angry, the way he’s always, always tending to you like this. Like you’re this.. delicate flower—fragile—something he needs to take care of, and the thing is, he always does.

Izuku is brave, beyond the way he stutters at your every action, regardless of the fact that you’ve known him half your life; past the quiet, thoughtful nerd—what you so endearingly refer to him as. He’s always been brave, and you’ve always been a coward hiding behind a wall too high that still couldn’t contain him.

Maybe remnants of alcohol still course through your veins, dizzying your brain, scorching your ridiculous boundaries to the ground—at least low enough for you to see him on the other side. Maybe you’ll be brave just this once.

Maybe you were jealous.

Maybe you want to do something about it.

“Deku.” You whisper, holding yourself steady as your eyes shut, relishing in the feeling of his fingers ghosting along your cheekbones, leaning into it.

“Do you trust me?”

He blinks, once, twice, the gears in his geeky little head turning as he recalls his aforementioned words. Trust.

“Wait, you mean—”

You can bear to hear him say it, you aren’t that brave, so you rush into him, pressing your lips to his to shut him up. You’re scared that you’ve fucked up, but even now, he finds a way to care for you. His lips find motion in an instant, instincts taking over as he guides you, soothes you.

Carefully, your let your arms snake around his neck, flinching when you feel the intense warmth that is him, pretending that it doesn't make your stomach flip. Your fingers card through his soft waves, tugging, pulling him closer as his hands hesitantly find your waist.

Izuku’s sighing into you when you melt against his touch, actually let him hold you, feel you like he's only ever dreamed about, then he’s dragging you across his lap. Your legs hook around his waist, squeezing tighter and tighter until he can't bear it anymore, flipping you onto your back, caging you in.

“Are you sure?” He whispers, your eyes rolling as he blinks down at you with a smile, “You’re sure you want me?”

You groan, squirming under his stare, “Shut up, Deku.” But he’s dropping his lips to your cheek, your jaw, down your neck then back up to your pulse point. When you feel his breath ghosting over your ear you shudder, and his palms find your waist tenderly before he speaks lowly,

“If we’re going to do this, I think you should call me Izuku.”

You aren’t given the chance to protest, his teeth grazing over your ear as his tongue slips out, an embarrassingly loud moan forcing out of you from the sensation.

“You like that, huh?” He’s a menace, not at all your idiot, best friend right now.

“Sh-Shut—”

“I know, pretty girl. I’m sorry,” Izuku sighs into your neck, fingers exploring your body above your clothes. It’s weird—It feels weird to have him touch you like this. You try to convince yourself that’s why you feel like you’re turning to mush, his every touch burning invisible marks into your flesh as he squeezes your ribs, snaking his arms around to grope at your ass.

It feels weird because it’s Izuku.

“Can I touch you some more?” He asks, tips of his fingers edging past the hem of your shirt, he feels up the soft flesh of your stomach and you shiver at the roughness of his skin.

You don’t trust your voice, nodding as you arch your spine off the bed, letting him slip your top off all while his eyes flick from your cute belly to your fluttering eyes, he can’t seem to pick a favorite.

“So pretty.” He coos, nose brushing along your middle before his hands cup your breasts, smoothing over the material of your bra before he curls around you, messing with the hooks.

Your hands are quick to cover your face as soon as you feel the cool air hit your breasts, nipples pebbling when you hear Izuku gasp from above you. Then he’s quiet, so still, and you feel your will crumbling with each excruciating second.

Before you inevitably snap at him, Izuku’s shaky, hesitant hands are on you—he’s too careful, thumbs peppering along the sides of you, around your nipples, like he’s afraid to touch you. Maybe he thinks.. Maybe he doesn’t like—

“You’re sure? Like really sure?”

“Ugh—just,” you roll him onto his back, frustrated as you pull his hands up to your chest, fingers slotting between his as you straddle him, “Just shut up.”

Izuku gulps, palms massaging you, brushing over your sensitive nerves as you slowly roll your hips against him and feel it. The both of you realize at the same time, his face blooming red as his mouth goes agape, something stupid bubbling on his tongue that you swallow with your own for the sake of your sanity.

He whimpers at the force of you, the way you gag him with your tongue, nails clawing at his chest, yanking his shirt up and over his head as you mumble something about being fair. He’d give you whatever you asked for, at this point, just ask. So you take what you want, grabbing ahold of those taut muscles you felt up before,

“You’ve bulked up, haven’t you, nerd?” His hips twitch up, into you, “For what? Or should I say who?”

“Stop calling me that.” He groans, twitching when you pinch his nipples between your fingers. Izuku finds your thighs, securing his hold on you as you tease him.

“Or what?” You roll your hips.

He pauses for a moment, glaring up at you as you sneer, pleased with how you’ve effectively turned the tables on him. But then he’s lifting you off of him, rolling over and peeling your pants off in the same motion.

You stare up at him, blank, cursing when you feel him spreading your thighs apart, “Or I won’t let you cum.”

“Think you can?” You snicker.

“Shut up,” he presses his fingers to your mouth, grinding into your cunt until you open up with a breathy moan. He eases his fingers down your throat, gagging you until he’s all gooey and wet. Then Izuku’s pulling your panties down, ripping them at the seams impatiently so he can smear your spit against your clit.

You mewl, spine curling off the bed when he dips a finger into your hole. It’s thick. His fingers are so thick, it feels like two of yours, or three, shit, you don’t know. It’s just..

“Think I can?” He asks, his tone seems mocking, but when you peer up at him he looks so fond, so happy to finally be inside of you. His free arm pins your thigh to the mattress, up, high by your rib cage as his fingers go even deeper, pressing into you with an eerie amount of confidence. When Izuku brushes up against that spot of yours, your eyes roll back and you’re biting your lip to conceal your shamelessly loud moan.

“There?” Stupid nerd, so quick to learn. But your head’s spinning with pleasure. You wanna feel more of him, reaching down to tug at his wrist.

He chuckles, shaking his bangs out of his eyes as he leans into you, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses to yours. Izuku adds another finger and moans when you do.

“You sound so sweet,” his thumb catches your clit, rolling circles into it, “So much sweeter this way. Should’ve given you this a long time ago.”

You claw at his back, angry rivers that he shivers into, “I know, I know. I’ll shut up. Just—”

He fidgets with you for a moment, eyes bouncing around, thinking, then he’s mumbling into your chest, fingers slipping out of you as he flips you onto your stomach and props you up on your knees.

“Izuku—” You gasp when you realize what you’ve just said, forcing your face into the bed as he growls something incoherent from behind you.

“Say it again,” his fingers slip into your cunt once more, harder, banging into that fleeting spot over and over, “Please.”

You shake your head no, gripping onto the sheets as you’re propelled closer towards the edge. But then Izuku’s spreading your cheeks apart and you freeze, painfully aware of him staring at your—

“Gonna play with you a bit, okay?” He says, and before you can respond, he’s spitting onto your cheeks, drooling his saliva into your puckered little hole and it’s so, it’s so—

“Wh—ah!”

His tongue circles your rim, so hot, something you’ve never felt before. But the fingers in your cunt slow down, shifting to grind against your clit in an act of solace as his mouth explores foreign territory.

The way he’s groaning into you has your entire body sweltering, absolutely wired as your cunt gushes and thighs shake. He pulls off of you with a pop, “Tastes really good.”

Then he's messing with his belt, you can hear his unnecessarily large buckle clanking as he shrugs his jeans off. You peer over your shoulder as he stands from the bed for a moment, nearly flatlining at the sight of..

“You’re, uh,”

“Hm?” He kneels behind you, a hand brushing over the curve of your spine, “You okay?”

Are you?

“You’re—” Huge. He doesn't even know. “Shut up.”

Your hips wriggle towards him, stomach flipping when he curses at the sight of your ass moving like that before he grips your cheeks hard. But he doesn’t put it in, instead, Izuku’s floors you, pulling a squeal from your lips as he sinks his tongue into your asshole again.

Your back arches impossibly, jolting away from the odd sensation that has you senselessly clenching around nothing, “M-More.”

He nods, tongue still fucking into your hole, pushing himself deeper as you gasp, then going silent when he forces past your natural response to bear down. It’s good, so fucking good.

Izuku spreads you apart even more, eager to get you to open up for him, but he can only hold out for so long. That’s when you feel him shifting, feel the skin of his hips rub against your leg as he ruts himself against your thigh. He feels hot, and hard, and thicker than he looked.

You want to feel that, wanna feel his fat cock split you apart like no other man has. You’ve never been with anyone like him—No one’s like Izuku.

You need him.

“Please,” you lift yourself to your elbows, glimpsing behind you as green eyes flit to meet yours,

“Please, Izuku.”

He pulls away, tongue swiping at his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He smirks at you, a playful look yet so serious, it’s almost scary to see him like this. This side of him, at least. Though you’d never admit it.

“Anything for you, pretty girl.”

You drop your head down, waiting in anticipation for the feeling, but it never comes. Izuku soothes his hands over your hips, contemplating for a moment, “Wait.. Can I, uh, can I look at you?”

You mull it over, but your face feels like it’s on fire at the mere thought of it, “No.”

He smiles, not that you can see it, “Alright, next time then. Definitely next time.”

You wanna whine, chew him out for assuming such a thing, but the feeling of something heavy and wide prods at your tight, little hole. You hold your breath as Izuku he releases a long, stuttering sigh, slowly, carefully sliding the fat head of his cock into your cunt.

Already, it’s huge, overwhelmingly large. Your lungs suck in air before collapsing to make some room as he fills you up inch by inch.

“Holy shit—ah,” Izuku hisses as he eases all the way in, “You’re too tight. Relax, baby.” Just like that, you’re clenching even harder, sucking his cock all the way in with the mere mention of something so simple. Baby.

Izuku folds over you in response, his chest heaving against the curve of your spine as he struggles to not cream himself so soon. You feel him panting at your neck, trying, begging you to ease up. But with him at your back like this, his heavy arms hugging you to him, wrapped around your middle, and his cock buried incredibly deep inside of you—

“I can’t,” you turn your head, let your cheek smush into the sheets, “I can’t, Izu.”

He curses, brushing a hand up to smooth your hair out of the way while he kisses along your cheeks. Slowly, you feel yourself melting under him again, you feel so weak, already so sapped of energy, just feel like letting him do whatever he wants to you. Izuku must notice too as he carefully pulls out of you, then back in—all the way until you’re both a whimpering mess.

He fucks you deep just like that, full, fucking you into mattress with slow, heavy thrusts you can barely handle. And when he’s like this, you can feel the thick ridge on the underside of his cock slot perfectly against your creamy walls. You might cum from this alone.

“S’good?” Izuku peppers kisses along your spine, to your neck, tongue running along your ear, “Want more?”

His thumb rolls over your lower lip, slipping past the flesh to press into your tongue, “Talk to me, baby.”

You drag your lips off Izuku’s thumb, groaning as he sucks the finger into his own mouth, awaiting your reply, “Want more.”

"Yeah?" You feel him sliding back down, wet fingers sneaking down until they're pressing into your untrained asshole, "Let me get you stretched out first."

It's a tight fit, uncomfortable, to say the least. Izuku manages to get a knuckle into you before slipping out to tease the outside before pulling out entirely. You hear him rustling to the side, digging in your.. nightstand?

"What are you doing?"

He fishes out a bottle of your not-so-discrete tube of lube that he definitely doesn't—shouldn't—know about with a grin, "I'll tell you how I found out afterwards, 'kay?" Then he's squirting a handful onto your ass, canting his hips into your pussy as some makes its way down.

You wince at the sudden temperature difference, but it adds to the overwhelming pleasure some, and Izuku takes advantage of it by slipping his middle finger in to the second knuckle, kneading the fat of your ass when you cry a bit.

"Shh, shh, you're doing so good," he keeps the pace, rocking into you slowly, letting his finger drag along your silky walls, "Shit, can feel myself inside of you."

Little by little, you relax around him, and the sting begins to morph into something different, a certain kind of fullness you can't really explain, stimulation from both ends quickly rushing you towards your climax. You feel yourself drooling into the bed, rolling yourself into Izuku's touch with more desperation.

By the time he’s got two, three fingers worked inside of you, you're twitching, laying flat as he fucks you open with ease.

You bring yourself to your elbows, weakly twisting around as Izuku praises you, how well you've let him stretch you open, how pretty your tight, little asshole is, how good it'll feel to have his cock in there. You let him kiss you up again, pressing wet smacks to your neck, your lips, your forehead, all while he positions the head of his cock to your hole.

Fear swallows you for a moment, your eyes blowing wide with the intrusion while he shushes you, gently squeezing past your taut ring of muscle as he marvels at the fit, "So perfect. Let me in some more, yeah?" 'Course you do.

“Yeah,” you heave, your fingers trailing down between your legs to paw at your clit, “Take care of me, Izuku.”

Something burns inside of him, ripping through his chest, probably an accumulation of desire repressed over the many, many years he’s known you—been in love with you. But when he hears that, hears you pleading for him to do the only thing he’s ever really wanted. He can’t help himself.

Izuku flips you over without notice, hiking your legs into the air as he pins your ankles together with one hand, then he’s fisting his cock in the other as he hovers over you, sweaty forehead pressed to yours.

“Need to see your face when I make you cum,” his cock slips in a bit easier at this angle. When he pushes your legs down, to your chest, he fills you ridiculously deep. He’s amazed by you, the tears collecting on your lashes, his name on your lips. It’s too much, too much, you keep repeating it.

Somewhere along your delirium, Izuku’s hand finds yours, fingers slotting between yours as he brings them to your stomach, lower, until you’re both dragging needy touches across your slit.

Your mind fogs over as your next orgasm approaches with Izuku’s heavy thrusts speeding up, stuttering as his teeth dig into your shoulder. You’re absolutely spent, squirming like a live wire when it washes over you, twitching at your toes as your lungs burn dry.

He’s groaning something into your neck, you don’t quite register, but soon enough his cock plunges deep within you to make you sputter, going still as he cums into your ass. It’s feels weird, too, the way your body sucks it all up, so greedy. You didn’t know you could be so greedy, you don’t mean to.

When Izuku pulls out, he’s spreading you apart, fixated on your gaping hole, squeezing around nothing before his cum drizzles out leisurely.

“Christ, look at you,” he whispers, completely enthralled. He sits up then, palms tracing your sides until he’s cupping your jaw, eyes on you, “Look at you, see how good you take me?"

You’re empty, cum filled but empty, “Can’t.”

Izuku crawls over you, arms tucking away beneath your head as he hugs you, "Tired?"

"Mm.." You feel your body forcibly shutting down, every muscle and nerve-ending dull as you let him decompress you. It's nice, feels nice to.. have Izuku like this. You think you might want this. More of it, all the time.

But then he's sighing into your neck, leaving light pecks along your bruised and bitten skin, "Okay, five minutes then I'll give you another."

You tense up.

"I wanna taste your pussy too."

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Part 1 of my deaged-Shouto comic :)

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this is their getting-along arc

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to make you happy | miya atsumu

pairing: atsumu x f!reader word count, genre: 1.7k words, angst. warnings: none summary: who holds on to a silly, childhood promise? apparently, atsumu does but he realizes there's more than one way to keep his end of the promise.

“You’re the only one I want to get married to!”

The little boy laughs, his hands ruffling the already messy hair of the little girl. “Is that right?”

She eagerly nods, her smile shining as bright as the sun. “Mommy always says when I grow up I should be with the one who makes me the happiest in the world.”

“I feel the happiest with you. So,” She pulls his right hand and hooks her small pinkie with his. “I want to be with you forever. It’s a promise.”

He looks at her with softness in his eyes, and though he knows that no one could tell what the future holds, he keeps his finger linked with hers.

“It’s a promise.”

A knock on the door pulls Atsumu from his dazed state. When he looks up, he catches his reflection in the mirror and his shoulders sag at his disheveled appearance.

He takes his time, or rather stretches what he had left before the big event. But whoever was standing outside was surely persistent.

Grumbling, he stomps towards the door and opens it. “Took you long enough,” Osamu shoves his twin to the side and makes his way to the couch. Atsumu clutches the knob and nearly slams the door close.

“What are you still doing here?” His brother’s munching on the M&Ms that were stacked on the coffee table. “Don’t tell me… you’re getting cold feet?”

He sighs before also settling on the couch. He perches his head on the backrest and looks up at the ceiling. “Seriously, Atsumu, are you okay?”

“I don’t know. Am I?” He’s teasing but even he couldn’t actually tell whether he was okay or not.

Osamu rolls his eyes and smacks his head. The older twin glares while cursing at him. “Don’t play right now. This is a big day.”

“Did you see her?”

Osamu hums affirmatively, throwing another chocolate in the air then trying to catch it with his mouth. “She looks amazing. Your jaw would drop if you saw her,” he says in between chewing.

Without missing another minute, Atsumu lets out a shout which shocks Osamu. He stands up, fixes his tie, and grabs his coat. His brother smirks, “Finally ready?”

He feels his coat pocket, searching for the piece of paper which he worked on all night. Once he’s made sure it was there, he smiles, “Yeah, let’s go.”

—

The live music combined with the chattering of the guests drown out Atsumu’s thoughts. Absentmindedly, he lifts his wine glass and swirls the drink in his hands.

He hears a familiar sound amidst the loud voices and he searches for the source. There was no doubt about it. No matter the setting, he could always distinguish your laughter.

He watches with a small smile as you happily converse with your relatives. By the looks of it, your aunt and uncle were expressing their congratulations and well-wishes. You were glowing and your eyes held a twinkle, just as they always did when you were on cloud nine.

Atsumu would know that, especially since you always looked at him like that.

His surroundings seem to quiet down when your attention falls on him. You send him a bright grin and in that moment, Atsumu remembers that promise the two of you made.

He finds himself calming down, sending you a warm smile of his own. And before he knew it, he’s up on his feet, clinking his glass and he waits until everyone’s attention was on him.

Confused, you make your way to the table and take your place beside him. You tug on his dress shirt and whisper, “What are you doing?”

Atsumu was not supposed to speak tonight. He already said no to you after days and weeks of begging him to do it. But here he was, the paper in his hand and he gives you an assuring look.

“This is my gift to you.” He straightens his posture and looks over the crowd. He downs the remainder of his wine and begins.

“I’d introduce myself but the people here are the ones that the bride and I grew up with and our shared friends so,” the audience erupts in laughter. “So I’ll just skip to the main part of my speech.”

Atsumu faces you. His undivided attention is now solely on you. He tries to blur out the people in the hall. Imagining it was only you and him in that moment.

“For as long as I could remember, this woman right here had always looked forward to this day. I remember,” he wants to say the promise, “that she’d always tell me stories of how she dreamed her wedding would be like.”

“So I can’t help but want to ask, was today everything you ever hoped for?” He asks.

“Yes,” he follows your movements as you look back and hold your husband’s hands. “It was everything and more.”

Atsumu admires the newlywed couple, but anyone who knows him well enough could see sadness and regret lingering in his eyes. Osamu doesn’t miss it.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he mutters defeatedly. He turns back to the crowd, “You know, as her best friend, I was having my doubts if Suna could actually make her happy.”

The said man playfully throws a napkin at him, but Atsumu dodges it. “I’ve seen her heart get broken and played over for many years and I know Suna’s ways. He wasn’t my first choice for her.”

I should have been the one, he selfishly thinks.

“But Suna is a really genuine and great guy,” he throws his other best friend an approving nod. “And through the years that they’ve been together, I’ve heard nothing but good things about him. Since they got together, there’s never been a day where she cried to me or complained about being upset.”

“They say that the best love is the one that makes you a better person and what the connection that these two have is unsurpassable. There’s no other man that I’d entrust my best friend with than you, Suna.”

“And to my best friend,” he could feel his voice betraying him. But he chokes it up. “Remember when you said you want to marry the person who makes you the happiest in the world?”

For a second, Atsumu thinks you understood what he was implying but your smile does not falter. “Today is a dream come true for your seven year old self.”

He raises his glass and invites the audience to a toast, “To the happy couple!”

—

After his speech, Atsumu heads to the open balcony for fresh air. The cold air bites his skin and wakes him to his senses. Suddenly, he feels shame wash over him as he recounts what he just did.

He sits down on the bench, tousling his hair i and groans loudly. Osamu plops down beside him and offers a shot of tequila. “So that’s the reason you were so worked up earlier in our room.”

Atsumu snatches takes the drink and it burns down his throat. He shakes it off, “I don’t want to hear it. I’m just glad it’s over.”

“For what it’s worth, you did the right thing. I know your little stunt there made her happy,” Osamu assures him. “If you want to know, just ask her yourself.” He nods to the door when Atsumu looks at him questioningly.

Following his line of sight, Atsumu sees you walking toward them. “I’ll be inside.” Osamu stands up and gives you a hug before returning to the reception.

You take the empty space and Atsumu visibly stiffens. He wasn’t ready to face you yet, not after what he just did.

“You’ve always had a flare for surprises.” It was you who breaks the silence and Atsumu listens. “And I know I always acted irritated when you did something that wasn’t planned but that,” you bump your shoulders with his, “That was nice. I liked it.”

He chuckles, “I’m glad you did.”

“You’ve never failed to make me happy, Atsumu.” You rest your hand atop his and send him a meek smile. “And I hope you’ll still be there for me. I know this is selfish of me but I don’t want anything to change between us.”

He wants to say no. After this night, he wants to pack his bags and disappear for a year. He wants to erase his harbored feelings out of his system so he’ll stop feeling regret and longing whenever he sees you with Suna.

But if staying by your side is the only way he could fulfill his promise to make you happy, then as much as it might hurt him, he’d stay.

“Okay,” he turns his palm over and squeezes your hand. “Tell me the moment that Suna disappoints you or makes you cry, and I’ll beat him.”

The atmosphere changes as your laugh fills in the dead of the night. You should be inside, dancing and enjoying your wedding night but instead, you’re with Atsumu enjoying what precious moment you have left before married life takes over.

When the two of you begin to talk, it’s hard to stop since it seems you never run out of topics. But something crosses your mind and you can’t help but wonder out loud,

“Hey, I just realized something. You never really told me if you liked anyone.”

Atsumu chuckles nervously, “Well, you know I’m busy with volleyball, and I just don’t have the time for casual dating.”

You narrow your eyes at him, ready to accuse him of lying when he playfully shoves your face to look away from him. You swat his hands away and hit him. “But really, Atsumu, have you ever been in love? I’m just curious.”

“I have. Once.”

“Just once?”

Atsumu gives you a knowing smile, “Once is enough, I think. She’s left me with plenty of good memories.”

“You still love her, don't you?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop.” Atsumu stands up and you follow suit, the two of you walking back to the building. He opens the door for you, letting you inside first and almost like a whisper, he confesses,

“But you’re happy now and that’s all I could ever ask for.”

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babykatsu · 3 years

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babykatsu · 3 years

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LAW OF ATTRACTION— s.todoroki x f!reader

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babykatsu · 3 years

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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

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“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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