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emjiroki · 2 years

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Sero x Reader x Shoto ft Katsuki

Word Count: 5.5k 🤯

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY!!!!

Trigger warnings: Drug use (weed), Alcohol, cheating, Oral Sex (both giving and receiving), explicit language and scenes, I guess angst?

A/N: My piece for the 'Put 5 on it' Stoner au collab hosted by the most amazing @httphaitani thank you for being so lovely 💕 I hope everyone enjoys Sero was so fun to write

Also full disclosure I don't think Katsuki would be a cheater but I needed a conflict and he's the perfect meanie to pin it on also this is college au too hehe

Your stomach swarmed with butterflies as you settled in against the heated seats of Shoto’s car, the soft smell of his detergent in your nose as you pulled his jacket around you a little tighter. It made this whole situation just a little less sour than it had been five minutes ago. You remembered the gut-wrenching feeling of being two games deep in Beer Pong with Kirishima, music bumping from the Frat house speakers when a snap notification came through from your friend group chat. A pic of Katsuki, your boyfriend of two years, with some bottle blonde slut from the Beta Phi sorority giving him head on the couch. It honestly startled you how quickly you sobered up, demanding someone take you home. Now. When no one had offered up you just grabbed your bag and headed for the door, completely ignoring Katsuki as he tried to ask you where you were going, still fixing his pants, to just “Wait a damn minute”. You had whirled around, face hot and jaw clenched ready to scream at him, but instead, you stuttered a deep breath and, in a surprisingly calm tone, told him that you were done and to go fuck himself. You turned for the door without another word and weaved your way through people to the door, the music still bumping loud enough for your teeth to rattle.

You had only gotten about two blocks when Shoto had pulled up beside you, asking you what you were doing and why you were walking. You had tearfully told him everything that had happened once he had convinced you to get in the car.

“Was he drunk?” Shoto asked, trying to get more information as you dried the last of your tears on a kleenex you grabbed from the box in the center console.

“I don’t know and I don’t care, he fucked up big time and I’m done,” you said actively blocking his number as he tried to call you for the third time.

“I saw the pic and I don’t even know who that was,” He said with a confused drop of his brow.

“Some Tramp,” You snipped looking down at your hands and taking a steady breath, “Who cares”. Both of your Phones were going off, the group chats lighting up with notifications.

“So what were you doing out this late?” you asked after seeing it was nearly eleven and trying to punctuate the silence with something other than buzzing.

“Getting snacks and beer for the weekend,” He said, motioning to the bags in the backseat, “Had to get soba noodles”. You giggled, Shoto really hadn't changed much.

“Living the life huh?” you asked teasingly as you pulled into the driveway of a house you didn’t think any college kid could afford.

“Haha,” Shoto said sarcastically, “You know how overbearing my Father is, this was the compromise for me to go to college out of state, he rents me a house as far from the Fraternity block as possible while still being within a ten-minute drive and I keep straight A’s and get my degree”. You did know how overbearing his dad was, Enji Todoroki monitoring your study sessions in high school many times because he didn’t want Shoto “getting too distracted”. As many times as you both told everyone that there was nothing between you two it seemed as if no one ever believed it, and now being well into your Senior year of college you were starting to not believe it either. Shoto and you had always been around for each other, close friends through high school and then he had surprised you by applying to the same college at the beginning of summer before his internship at his dad’s company.

Seeing him after junior year summer had been like a breath of fresh air, having worked all summer and then attending all of Katsuki’s rush events for the fraternities it had been really busy. Now with all of this going on right before winter break it really started settling in that maybe you liked Shoto as more than just a friend. Your cheeks burned at the thought and your heart thumped a little faster.

“Would you knock on the door? My key fob for the garage isn’t working and I let Sero borrow my house key” Shoto said as he grabbed the couple of market bags full of snacks and drinks from his backseat.

“Sure, Sero’s living with you now? Thought he was staying at the Frat?” You asked as you pulled his coat a little tighter around your body to shield what your tight dress couldn’t.

“Yeah he got sick of dealing with all the events and stuff so he dropped the Frat, still their plug of course,” He said, “Plus he pays the WIFI bill”. You laughed as you went up the few steps to the door, knocking loud enough that if Sero was upstairs he would hear you. It only took a moment for Sero to throw the door open, sweats riding low on his hips and a lit blunt hanging from his long fingers as a bright grin stretched his face.

“Hey, sweet cheeks! Didn’t know you were coming by” He said, pulling you into a one-arm hug, putting the blunt to his lips as he pressed you close enough to smell his cologne.

“I wasn’t originally but Shoto picked me up,” You said, “Did you see the picture?”. Sero looked puzzled.

“Picture? Something going on?”.

“Yeah. The goddamn blowjob seen around the world” You grumbled in annoyance.

“It was only shared in our group chat, not that many people are on there,” Shoto said from behind you.

“Yeah, but it happened in the middle of the party, in front of everyone!” you exclaimed, turning your face into Sero’s shoulder. You felt Sero shift and pull his phone from his pocket as he turned away from the door with you in tow, obviously going to look at the picture.

“Yeah, that’s definitely that chick from Beta Phi, I’ve sold her weed before” Sero confirmed, turning sheepish when he caught your glare, “but I won’t anymore cause she’s a total hoe bag”. You rolled your eyes as he crossed himself in promise, bringing the blunt to your lips.

“Take a drag off that for me sweetheart, make yourself at home”. You kicked your shoes off at the door and took a deep inhale, eyes watering as the smoke burned your lungs. Sero grabbed one of the bags from Shoto and started rifling through it, collapsing back onto the couch with a bag of chips in hand. You followed Shoto into the kitchen, the half blunt still in your fingers as he set the bags on the counter. You angled the blunt to him, blushing a little as he leaned across the counter to take a drag from between your fingers.

"So why haven't we gotten high together before?" You asked with an arched brow, curious as to where this "bad boy" phase was coming from.

"I don't smoke often," he said nonchalantly, smoke pouring from his mouth to haze the air around you for a moment as he exhaled. You hopped up onto the island behind him taking another drag so deep it made you cough a little

"You want a beer?" Shoto asked, popping open the fridge.

"Please, my buzz wore off in that cold," You said, remembering Katsuki and his dumb crap with a roll of your eyes. Shoto grabbed two cold beers and let the door shut behind him.

"You got a.." you trailed off looking for the bottle opener as you tried to grab one of the bottles from his hand. A snort escaped Shoto’s nose as he held onto the bottle, setting his aside for a moment and angled your cap against the edge of the countertop, right at the spot between your legs. Your heart sped up a little as he bashed his fist down, sending the cap skittering onto the floor, and brought the bottle to your lips as foam bubbled.

"No bottle opener needed," he said, thinking the way he took that soft gasping inhale when your tongue flicked against the rim had escaped your notice. You fought the grin from your face as he unconsciously moved a little closer, his eyes watching your lips as a light blush dusted his nose.

"Well well, what do we have here kids? Playing nice together?" Sero joked from the doorway, giving Shoto a teasing yet pointed look, "we've got an opener 'Roki".

"But it's my only party trick," Shoto said, opening his bottle in the same fashion and taking a drink, moving away from you, and leaning against the counter next to the refrigerator. Sero plucked the blunt from between your fingers, taking the last drag before licking his fingers and snuffing out the end.

“I know a better party trick-" Sero was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing Jiro’s ringtone.

"She's probably figured out I'm not home," you said, hopping down and going to the living room to grab your bag.

"Jiro I'm fine, I'll be back later tonight or in the morning-"

"Where are you?" Katsuki’s voice said, slightly slurred.

"Why do you have Jiro’s phone?" You asked.

"I snatched it from her hand, I knew you would pick up if she called" He snapped, "where are you?".

"Far away from you" you snapped back, "and that cock sucking tramp".

"It was a mistake, come back. Let's talk about this" he said, slightly slurred. You rolled your eyes.

“You’re drunk, of course, you are,” You said with an irritated sigh, “Thought you would know better than to do something so stupid”.

“Come on babe, let’s just forget it, I’m sorry alright?”. It felt like your blood was boiling.

“Say it when you’re sober Katsuki” You snapped, cheeks heating angrily as you hit the end button, turning your phone to silent before stowing it away back in your bag.

"Everything alright?" Shoto asked from the kitchen doorway.

"Just Katsuki," you said with an eye roll.

"He call to apologize?" He asked, walking over and sitting down on the couch, flipping the tv to a movie channel. You snorted a laugh, flopping down next to him.

"Barely. When has he ever actually apologized for anything?" You asked, downing the rest of the beer in your hand, and setting it on the coffee table. You hadn't noticed Sero had disappeared upstairs until he returned with his rolling tray in hand.

"Jiro coming by?” Sero asked, sitting back next to you on your right side.

“No, it was Katsuki”.

“Yikes, bet he’s pissed," he said, breaking open a fresh blunt wrapper.

"I wouldn't know, I hung up on him and turned my phone on silent," you said, tuning into the movie on TV. Sero let out a low whistle.

"Yeah he's pissed for sure" he snickered, pinching a bud between his fingers to break down. Both of their phones were buzzing from their private group chat, no doubt Katsuki ranting and raving. You shifted uncomfortably, finding it harder to focus on picking a movie with every passing buzz or vibration in their pockets. You jumped slightly when Shoto nudged you.

"Are you okay?" He asked his brows knitting in concern. You nodded, taking the blunt from his fingers when he offered it. You nodded, head swimming for a moment as you took a drag before handing it over to Sero. You felt Shoto’s fingers go to your jaw, turning your face so that you were looking up into his eyes.

“You can’t lie to me,” He said with a soft assurance in his voice, taking his phone from his pocket, turning it completely off, and setting it on the coffee table, “Everything is going to be fine”.

“For now, I’ll have to see him in my first class tomorrow” You sighed, putting your face in your hands.

“So deal with it tomorrow,” Sero said from your right, “It’s gonna come whether you want it to or not so why not deal with it when it gets here, ‘cross that bridge’ and shit you know?”. He had a point, you know he did.

“Why not just stay here tonight? We’ve got an entire guest bedroom upstairs, that way you don’t have to deal with any questions from Jiro and just kind of tune everything out to get your mind clear” Shoto said, hand warm against your back. It didn’t take much more convincing than that, you nodded and leaned your head against Shoto’s shoulder, taking a deep breath and getting tingles in your stomach just from his warmth and proximity.

“Pop those feet up here too, get comfortable and let’s pick this movie,” Sero said, grabbing one of your ankles and hauling your feet into his lap. For a moment, it felt like old times hanging out with them in Sero’s dorm room. The more smoke that poured through your lungs the fuzzier your head got and the easier it was to forget your entire fight.

It was nearing the end of the movie now, snack wrappers were discarded across the coffee table, and two roaches lay in the ashtray as Sero handed you his lighter to spark up a third, everything just seemed right in the moment. Your stomach hurt from laughing so much as Shoto choked on his water fighting a coughing fit from attempting to blow smoke rings.

“I swear I know how to do it” He croaked, whites of his eyes red and only making the colors sparkling bright as he wiped a tear away with a cough.

“Sure you do” You teased, taking a deep drag and listening to the sound of the wrap and the weed sizzling before nudging Sero to hand it to him and let Shoto recover for a minute, “Hey Hanta, what was that party trick you were talking about earlier?”. Sero grinned, taking the blunt from your fingers and fixing his dark eyes onto Shoto.

"Sit up I'll show you,". Your cheeks heated as you sat up from Shoto’s lap and scooted a little closer to Sero when he tugged you.

"This is just for fun, okay?" He asks, trying to joke but obviously asking for consent for whatever he was going to do as he held a soft hand against your cheek. You nodded, watching as he brought the blunt to his lips and took a long drag. He gently urged your face forward with the hand moving from your cheek to jaw, your heart racing out of your chest. Sero leaned in close, noses almost touching close, with his lips just barely hovering over yours. You really thought he was about to kiss you then his smoke was pouring out, hazing for a moment around you before Shoto was tapping you.

"Inhale," he said, his left hand against your hip, a shover rolling down your spine at the feeling of his chest so close. You took a shaky breath, tasting the weed against your tongue and feeling the warmth of Sero’s lips less than a centimeter away from yours. He pulled away with a smirk, his dark eyes blown from the smoke and a little red around the edges.

"W-what was that?" You stuttered, heart in your throat.

“Never been shotgunned before?” He asked, a lazy smile on his lips as he sat back a little more, letting you have your space back. You shook your head, giggling at the cloudy feeling in your brain and the buzz through your body down to the fingertips. You nearly jumped out of your skin when the doorbell rang, tensing up under Shoto’s hands which were still on your waist from you had sat up from his lap.

“That’s Denki coming to grab his bag, give me one sec,” Sero said, moving your feet off of him and grabbing a tied-up baggy from the tray before handing you the blunt and heading for the door. You took the last burning hit, snuffing the end out in the ashtray as you held the smoke in your lungs till your eyes began to water. Shoto nudged you, prompting you to turn around.

“Gimme that hit,” He said softly, the whites of his eyes a light pink and his voice hushed. You squeaked as he leaned in, lips almost brushing yours as you realized what he meant. You released the smoke against his mouth, his lips parted, tasting the smoke against his tongue as he practically stole it from your lungs. Your heart thrumming in your chest has your whole body throbbing, blood heating in your veins as warmth pooled behind your now throbbing clit. You were nearly panting as he brushed his nose against yours, top lip grazing yours as he released the hit and let the smoke dissipate in the air around you. You were high, brain fuzzy and body tingling, at least that’s the excuse you would use if he rejected you as you leaned in to lock lips with him, moaning softly as one of his hands moved to cradle your cheek in his palm. You practically melted at the feeling of his tongue gliding across your bottom lip, his groan rattling down to your very core. You felt out of control of your body as you moved, pressing closer to him as the scent of his cologne once again filled your nose. Another squeak escaped you as his hands went to your waist, bunching the material of your dress in his fingers for a moment before tracing up your sides and then back down to grip your hips until finally, he maneuvered you over onto his lap.

“Didn’t know you were so handsy when you're high Sho” you teased in a hushed tone, body thrumming with lust as you moved your hips down.

"Can't help it," he murmured, kissing your cheek, then your jaw. You carded the fingers of your left hand through his bi-colored hair, tugging a little at the roots and eliciting a soft moan to tumble past his lips.

“Don’t have too much fun without me” Sero piped up from the doorway with a chuckle. You caught Kaminari’s eye from the front door, your cheeks immediately warming.

“Well well well, there you are,” the blonde said.

“Been looking for me Denki?” You asked, knowing exactly why Kaminari was fidgeting a little uncomfortably.

“Everyone has, especially Katsuki,” He said, handing Sero some folded bills and stuffing the baggy into his pants, “You gonna come back?”. You laughed, hands on Shoto’s chest from where you had sat up still straddling his hips.

“Right. Like I would go back to that party right now,” you said with a roll of your eyes, “Katsuki embarrassed the fuck out of me, I’m not gonna go back just so he can give me some half-ass apology and make himself look better”.

“He’s been super pissed since you left, been trying to find out where you went,” Kaminari said, running his hand through his yellow and black hair. Maybe it was the beer still lingering in your system or maybe it was the weed clouding your mind but you couldn't seem to care anymore. Shoto let his hands wander, pulling the bottom of your dress up just enough to feel the material of your panties beneath his fingers.

“Tell him where she is then if he’s so concerned” Shoto piped up, a dark look in his heterochromatic eyes as he stared up at you, the hand not feeling you going up to cup your cheek, a soft thumb across your cheekbone. You could tell Kaminari was trying hard to keep his eyes on your face despite the lace of your panties barely covering your ass as Shoto pulled you to grind down against him, a soft moan spilling from your lips when you felt how hard he was beneath you. The shock in Kaminari’s yellow eyes and the flush dusting his cheeks had Sero smiling, nudging him out the door.

“Don’t worry Denks, we’ll take care of her” He said with a filthy smirk on his face as he edged the door shut, “Tell Katsuki we said hi”. You couldn’t help but giggle as the door shut, an odd sense of euphoria flooding through you. Were you really gonna do this? Your answer solidified as Shoto sat up a little and pressed light kisses against your throat, his nose skimming just under your jaw.

“This okay?” He asked, fingertips moving across the softness of your inner thighs, trailing closer and closer to where you wanted him the most.

“Mhmm,” You sigh breathily, lightly bucking your hips forward. You gasped as he dipped his fingers past the waistband of your panties, a groan rolling from his chest as he felt your wetness.

“Dressed this pretty pussy up so nice for him,” Shoto said as he moved the crotch of your panties to the side so he could gain more access, “and he goes and does that to you”. Your breath catches at the low rumbling of his voice, the tone he was taking. Something darker and wanting. You had never heard that from him before and now that it had graced your ears you felt almost desperate for it again.

“It’s his loss isn’t sweetheart?” Sero asked as he made his way back over to his spot on the couch, only stopping for a moment to let his long fingers grip one of your ass cheeks before giving it a light slap. Your body was practically buzzing, head fuzzy from the feeling of Shoto’s lips on your skin and his fingers running almost cautiously across your clit and smearing the wetness.

“F-Fuck” You whimpered at the lust burning up your spine, fingers gripping tighter into Shoto’s hair as his teeth grazed your collarbone.

“Wanna taste that pussy, can I?” He groaned out the question like it was paining him to wait. You nodded, maybe too eagerly as you heard Sero chuckle from beside you. Shoto’s strong hands were moving you so quickly you giggled as your head spun a little, turning you onto your knees just as you were about to get comfortable on your back, head leaned back on Sero’s thigh.

“How does her ass look in those lacey panties ‘Roki? Just as good as you always imagined?” the black-haired man asked, smirking a little bigger at the questioning look on your face as he grabbed one of the many pre-rolled blunts from his tray.

“Better” Shoto mumbled, tugging your underwear down and off one leg and then the other before pressing a soft kiss to both of your cheeks and biting down on your thigh. Sero got himself comfortable, flipping onto a random channel and letting whatever show play as he leaned back against the arm of the couch to get a full view.

“You know he’s been waiting for you since high school,” He said casually as he lit the blunt between his fingers. “This is probably a dream come true”. You couldn’t reply as Shoto sunk two fingers into your pussy, his free hand gripping your asscheek and spreading you as he rolled his tongue up from your clit to taste the liquid essence creaming from your hole. You could feel the moan buzz from his tongue all the way to your bones, goosebumps flooding your flesh as an equal moan of pleasure escaped your lips, your lids clenching shut as your eyes rolled back.

“Why not just share all my secrets Hanta,” Shoto commented through a rough tone, barely wanting to pull away from rolling your clit with his tongue, his fingers beginning to squelch inside of you.

“You’re literally moaning into her pussy like a whore, not much of a secret” Sero said, taking a deep drag until his chest looked full. You tugged on his shirt as he was about to release it, pulling until he got the message and leaned down, angling your face up with a soft hand under your jaw and blowing the hit against your tongue as you inhaled greedily. He jumped lightly as your hand went to trail up his thigh.

“Easy, might get something you’re not ready for,” He said, trying his hardest to ignore the way his cock hardened in his sweats as your pretty manicured hand moved dangerously close.

“I think I might be” You said, biting your bottom lip between your teeth as you stifled another moan as Shoto’s fingers fucked against the sweet spot inside of you. Sero’s cheeks burned a candy pink as you swept your finger along the waistband of his sweats.

“You good with this?”Sero asked Shoto over your back, holding the blunt to your lips to let you take a drag. You felt more than saw Shoto give him a thumbs up, a surprised squeak tumbling passed your lips as you felt his tongue join his fingers at your entrance, the warm muscle tasting everything you were giving him. Sero sat back again, this time moving his leg so it was up against the back of the couch and and the other planted on the floor, completely spread.

“I’m gonna make one thing clear though buttercup, can’t be falling in love with me” He smirked, a teasing shine to his dark eyes now red around the outer edge. You rolled your eyes with a smile, pushing your hips back slightly against Shoto’s mouth.

“I’ll-ahh- try my best” You whimpered, the warm feeling of your release building low in your gut at the fervent rolls of Shoto’s tongue on your clit, the graze of his teeth making you shiver and moan a breathy version of his name. God if you only knew how good he was at this you and katsuki would have been done a long time ago. The intense feeling of your orgasm washing over you had a slutty moan dripping off your tongue, eyes clinched shut as your body shook and you leaked down Shoto’s fingers and against his tongue.

“Shit sweetheart, so good for me, squeezing my fingers so tight” Shoto groaned, burying his face against your pussy again until you were twitching with overstimulation. You weren’t even sure if he was breathing as he continued to lap at your clit, fingers curling and scissoring your insides until you could feel your second orgasm coming.

“Earth to space cadet” Sero commented, the hot feeling of his hard cock tapping at your cheek dragging you back from the burning pleasure in your core. Your mind was still scattered and your body shaking but you took his cock in your mouth without pausing, drawing a surprised groan from his chest as you took him as far as you could, Sero’s cock being so long you could barely fit half into your mouth before the head was prodding at the opening of your throat. You held onto his thigh as you gagged, taking a breath through your nose as your eyes watered, fighting a cough down.

“She’s choking” Shoto said, pulling back away from your pussy but leaving his fingers fucking into you as he took the blunt from Sero’s fingers.

“She’s alright, She’s a natural” Sero said almost lazily, a satisfied sigh puffing with smoke from his lips as you worked him over with your tongue. You took what you couldn’t fit into your mouth in your hand and pumped him along with every suck, drool spilling out of the corners of your mouth as you traced the vein along the underside, Sero’s skin flush with goosebumps. The long fingers of one hand went to your hair, holding it back away from your face, letting him and Shoto get a good look.

“Such a filthy girl,” Shoto groaned, releasing the smoke of his hit against your back and pressing wet kisses up your spine, fingers still thrusting into you. You wouldn’t have been surprised if your brain was melting out of your ears as all of your senses were being overwhelmed. The rough and soft touches, the moans and groans ringing in your ears, the debauched sounds spilling from you when you could get a breath, the smell of arousal and weed smoke thick in the air. Before you knew it Sero was pulling you off his cock, a deep flush on his cheeks.

“Almost made me cum in your mouth,” He panted, pinching your nose with his knuckles in a teasing manner, “I’ve got a better idea though”. You weren’t even able to ask what he meant before he had a finger to your lips silencing you.

“Wanna get back at Katsuki?” He asked. You thought for only a second before nodding, your clit throbbing as Shoto unzipped his jeans. You rubbed your thighs together as Shoto spit into his hand and fisted himself out of his pants, the slick sound of him stroking himself with a mixture of his salvia and your juices had your pussy clenching around nothing .In all honesty you had though about this many times, having both of your best friends use you to hearts content, being on your knees and wanting. All thoughts of Katsuki were long gone, something you would deal with tomorrow as bitterness still swam in your chest. You looked up at Shoto through your lashes as you took his cock in your hand, cheeks warming at the weight of him in your hand. He was thicker than Sero, not longer but definitely bigger, his tip a pretty red and already leaking, practically begging for attention.

“Been hiding this big boy from me for too long” You said, a hot groan gracing your ears as you taped the sticky head against your tongue, Shoto’s hips rocking forward . You grasped Sero’s dick in your hand, stroking him as Shoto stretched your mouth. Your eyes were watering again as his girth pushed you to your limit, you could feel the tears spill over and you knew your carefully done makeup was smeared to hell.

“Look how pretty you are, mouth so full of my cock you can barely think straight” Shoto said roughly, thrusting lightly against your tongue. You could feel Sero rub the leaking tip of his cock against your cheek, impatient with the pace you set with your hand.

“Don’t forget me sweetness” He huffed, fingers going to your head to push you further down when you turn to him with your tongue out, “Suck me good and I’ll give you a bag of bud as a party favor”. He winked at you when you looked up at him, moaning your confirmation around his cock and making his thighs shake. You lost sense of yourself after a moment, fervent hands seemingly trading you back and forth, Sero fucking down your throat and Shoto pressing heavy against your tongue as they let growled praise and groans fill your ears. Drool was running down your chin and you were soaking your panties, every moan of your name or grip of fingers against your hair or throat had slutty noises pouring from your lips.

“F-Fuck Baby, d’know how long m’gonna last” Shoto said heavily, his eyes half lidded and nearly crossing everytime he felt your tongue sweep his cock.

“Same, fuck you got a mouth on you” Sero groaned filthily his eyes clinched shut as you sucked him in against your gag reflex again and again. One of Shoto’s hands had wandered to tug the top of your dress down and tug at your nipple, sending nearly electric shocks of pleasure down to your toes. Everything about this situation made you want to cum again but also being denied the stimulation you craved had your stomach in knots.

“Let’s take a pretty picture for Katsuki, Baby” Shoto panted, jaw set as your hand stroked what your mouth couldn’t get, a strangled moan escaping as Sero’s long fingers squeezed your flushed throat right where his cock was attempting to pummel through. You hadn't noticed the phone in Shoto’s hand until both guys were panting deep breaths and shifting away from you, fisting themselves in slick pumps as their breath groans pushed you closer to an untouched release.

“Stick your tongue out,” Sero instructed, “Smile, and I’d shut your eyes”. It was barely a moment after your eyes were closed that you felt the first shot of hot cum streak across your cheek, then your lips and tongue, and then the sound of Shoto’s groan and another splash and drip down your jaw and across your tongue again.

“Perfect, god your gorgeous, this was fun” Sero huffed, still trying to catch his breath.

“Now don’t go falling in love with me Hanta” You commented with a smirk, swallowing down what had made it into your mouth.

“Let me get you a towel” Shoto said shakily, his thighs twitching as he made is way over to the bathroom, the faucet running a second before he was coming back, wet towel in hand. You gratefully took it from him, wiping your face and chest clean.

“Wanna see it before I send it?” Sero asked angling his phone towards you. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, Katsuki was gonna loose his mind. There you were in full glory covered in a mix of Sero’s and Shoto’s cum, blissed out smile on your face and tongue out happy to take everything they gave you.

“Send it” You said with smile, “and roll another blunt please”.

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Chapter 2: Katsuki the Pest

A ghost from his past is the only way Bakugo Katsuki could think of you. He wasn’t sure if you were real until the crepe cart attendant acknowledge your presence by calling you forward. The distinct memories of mutual beatings you both took from each other surfaced in his mind. Years ago he would poke fun at you to get a rise, he wanted to fight you. Your father was a Pro-Hero so obviously his kid would be able to pack a punch right? Bakugo would regret the outcome of his ‘logical’ thinking when he got his ass handed to him at the ripe age of 8.

Katsuki finished his last lap around the park and began his trek back home, you were long gone by this time. As he passed his neighbors home he couldn’t help but notice that the home on the other side of his own had the plastic film lifted from the plaque on the wall that separated the front yard. The tape that sat on the windows for the last year had been stripped off, and there was a moving van in the back. He wasn’t one to be nosy, but he was curious if the new neighbors and your reappearance were linked. There was only one person who would know everything about anyone in the neighborhood regardless of how long they’ve lived around there. Bakugo Mitsuki. Katsuki walked into his home and called out for her.

“You know you can use your inside voice every once in a while right?” Mitski called out at him, her voice so loud and clear one would think she was in front of you.

“Whatever,” Katsuki grumbled. After kicking off his shoes and putting on his slippers, he followed the sound of kitchen utensils clattering. She and Bakugo Masaru were in the kitchen preparing dinner. “Hey do you know anything about the neighbors?”

“That’s so rude, you leave that poor family alone. They’ve been through so much this year,” Mitsuki caught herself before she could say too much about her neighbors personal lives that even she shouldn’t know. “I mean, I definitely wouldn’t know anything about their marriage problems. How would I know?”

“NO NOT THEM HAG!” Katsuki snapped at her.

“WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW? YOU JUST SAID NEIGHBORS,” Mitsku turned on her heels and whacked a spoon against his head. A brown gravy splattered on his hair and fell to his face. His teeth grinded against each other as he resisted the urge to snatch the spoon out of his mothers hand. Katsuki knew if he did that he get worse than a smack on the head.

“I meant the new one, the house that’s been under construction for a while.” Katsuki finally spit out. He grabbed a towel from the kitchen drawer and began wiping himself off.

“That’s gross,” Masaru said as he watched his son wipe up the sweat and sauce off of himself. “Go take a shower before dinner’s ready.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and kept wiping himself in spite of his father’s request.

“Oh!” Mitsuki finally said cheerfully, “Those neighbors! Those are the Hamamoto’s we used to have dinner parties with them, remember that dear?”

“They’re wonderful cooks,” Masaru recalled fondly, “I remember their daughter made us cupcakes for desert one time.”

“I remember that time, Katsuki was grounded that week so he couldn’t go,” Mitsuki tapped her chin as she recalled the memory. “I think you were grounded most of the time we had those get togethers so you never got to go.”

“I did that on purpose,” Katsuki mumbled to himself but his mother could hear anyone from a mile away.

“What was that young man?” Her attitude switched at the comment.

“I’m going to go shower,” Katsuki spoke louder as he turned to exit the kitchen. He made his way to the bathroom and began to draw his bath.

“The Hamamoto’s daughter would be the same age as Katsuki right?” Masaru asked Mitsuki as she stirred in the meat for curry.

“That’s the little girl we’d get calls about,” Mitsuki recalled, “Remember the two of them got caught fighting each other outside in the school yard, then once out by the bridge, the ones the boys would jump from to the creek.”

“Oh, right,” Masaru said, he tried to suppress the smile that danced across his lips but his wife noticed. She smiled and nudged him with her elbow.

“What are you thinking about over there?” Mitsuki asked.

“I was thinking about how sometimes when you’re younger you pick on and bully the person you have a crush on.” Masaru said, “You think she was Katsuki’s first crush?”

“I hardly think that getting in fights wih the poor girl qualifies as evidence of a crush,” Mitsuki said, shaking her head.

“Maybe it was the other way around then,” Masaru said, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms. “She was pestering him too so maybe her first crush was Katsuki.”

“That little monster?” Mitski scoffed, “Sure, whatever you say dear.”

You started unpacking the items for your desk onto your unmade bed, sorting through the endless random sticky notes your friends made that you kept and pens that got loose on the ride over. You had barely started making headway on your belongings when there came a knock at your door.

“Come in!” You called out as you started putting pens and pencils into the plastic drawer they once belonged in. You looked up as the door opened, your mother poking her head through.

“Hi sweetie,” Chinami combed over the room with her eyes, as she spoke. You sat down at the edge of your bed as she came in further. “Just came in to check on you, we were thinking of getting take away tonight. Is there anything in particular you want?”

“I don’t really remember whats around here,” You rubbed the back of your neck, trying to think if there was anything you were craving.

“That’s alright, maybe just some Indian? You liked that Chicken Tikka Masala we got the week before last right?” She asked and began making her way backwards towards the door.

“Yes!” You said with an eager nod, “That sounds really good actually, thank you Mom!”

As she exited a ring came from your phone next to you, a bubble on the messages icon showed you had something new. You picked it up to find Chiyo has messaged you.

Chiyo: Hows it going?

Chiyo: See any cute boys yet? >:)

Chiyo: U finish unpacking?

Chiyo: Call me

You: For the love that is all good and holy in this world give me a second to respond

Chiyo: U take 2 long gma

You: I can’t respond as fast as you, that’s not fair man

Chiyo: Get gud scrub

You: NERD ALERT Who taught you get gud scrub??

Chiyo: Kazuki obviously

You: AND WHEN DID U GET SO FAMILIAR U USE HIS FIRST NAME

Chiyo: Today p.p

You: You didn’t call me immediately why?

Chiyo: 1st I texted u immediately 2nd don’t be hatin ;p

You: I’m really not, I’m so happy for you!!! xoxo :D

Chiyo: We haven’t officially become bf gf or anything yet but he told me I should call him Kazuki X3 I almost died on the spot!!! >.<

You: You had me thinking you finally asked him out XD

Chiyo: I did didnt I

Chiyo: My bad my bad

You: But soon though, right?

Chiyo: Yes! Soon!

You flopped down on your bed, you were extremely happy that Chiyo was happy but you couldn’t help the pang in your heart. The ping of another message brought you out of your self loathing.

Chiyo: So. Back to my question. Boys??

You: I’ve been here all of like 2 minutes dude

You: But I saw this blonde jogging out by the park earlier, probably our age. Everyone else around here has young kids or are so old that their kids are gone.

Chiyo: A BLONDE???

Chiyo: I thought u had a thing for gingers???

You: I don’t have a THING

Chiyo: Yea u do every boy u had a crush on the last few years were ginger

You: Not every boy, don’t be dramatic.

You: Also who said I have a crush?? I just saw a guy at the park, I didn’t even see his face.

Chiyo: *rolls eyes* whatever but I know I’m right

You: Did you just *rolls eyes* me like we did roleplaying when we were in middle school?

Chiyo: I was going to suggest you ignore it lest your mouth got a fist straight through your teeth.

You: Full sentence mean you’re serious, read you loud and clear ma’am. *salutes*

Chiyo: Stop no ;(

You: *pats you on head* I’m sorry for making you cry, let me be the umbrella to your stormy heart. <3

Chiyo: Cringe

You: I regretted it as I typed it out but thought you would like it. ;(

Chiyo: gtg dinner’s ready. Talk to u l8r. Ily.

You: ily <3 :3

You stuffed your phone in your pocket and sat back up, you had been texting Chiyo for so long you forgot you should’ve been unpacking all of your stuff instead. You brought out your stereo from it’s box and set it up on your desk. Unable to connect via bluetooth given the ancient tech in your pocket, you settled for a CD in place of your playlist. You popped on an old rock band’s CD and began to pick up and put up your desk items.

About halfway through unpacking, you were called down for dinner. Your mom waited at the dining table with your father, unpacking the food that had just arrived together. Chinami looked up as you entered and smiled cheerfully.

“Did you grab drinks yet?” You asked looking out at the spread before you. Take out boxes littering the table with their steamed plastic lids, you scanned looking for the spicy chili sauce your mom usually set out for you.

“Can you grab them for us, just some waters should be good,” Chinami said, “Oh, and the chili sauce is in the fridge if you can grab that.”

“On it,” You said as you marched into the kitchen. You balanced the glasses in your hands with the jar of homemade sauce, maintaining an even paced walk back to the dining room the whole time. Your dad reach out first to help with the glasses in your hands, you loosened your grip and let him aid you. When you all finally sat to eat, you said your thanks and began to dig in. You didn’t realize how hungry you were, the crepe you had was basically your lunch before that you didn’t have much more than a bowl of rice and soup for breakfast.

“How was your walk around the neighborhood?” Akira asked, your father looking up briefly from his meal to look over at you.

“It was nice, the park down the road is really nice. I noticed a running trail wrapped around it.” You said, taking a small scoop of chili sauce and mixing it into your food. “Maybe we can go on a run around there sometime?”

“Exactly what I was thinking when I saw it,” Akira said in a playfully accusational tone directed at Chinami.

“I just said that teenage girls are thinking about more than going on a jog with her father,” Chinami defended herself. “Right, Akina?”

“I-I don’t know what you mean by that,” You knew what she was insinuating though. That you, a teenage girl, were thinking about boys. “Dad and I had the same idea when we saw it.”

“You two are impossible,” Chinami rolled her eyes, “It took your father months to figure out I was dropping hints around him that I liked him. We went on 4 dates before he realized I was interested. You Hamamoto’s can really be dense sometimes.”

“You’re a Hamamoto dear,” Your father stated flatly while popping a piece of chicken into his mouth.

“All I’m saying,” Chinami held her hands up in defense, “Is that you two are stuck in your own little worlds sometimes.”

You awoke with a jolt, your sides ached as you moved. You felt as if someone jabbed you a million times on each side of you. You swung your legs over your bed and rubbed the phantom pains away, as you looked over to your alarm clock it began to chirp it’s song signaling it was 6:00am. You pressed the button to end the alarm and sat in silence for a moment.

You almost couldn’t sleep at all, tossing and turning anxiously awaiting the day. Aldera High would welcome you with it’s wide embrace this morning and the entrance ceremony would bring in kids from different parts of the ward together. You’d get to meet new people, and make new friends. Calm down, you said to your shaky hands as the anxiety washed over you. You began to get dressed and as you struggled with your seifuku’s handkerchief around your neck, your mother knocked softly on the door.

“I’m coming in,” She opened the doors slowly and peered in to see you nearly ready. “Just coming to make sure you were up and getting ready.”

“Thanks,” You mumbled as you fiddled with the frustrating piece. “Just can’t get this stupid thing on right.”

“Here,” Chinami walked over to you and took the corners of your handkerchief, folding it back under the collar and bringing it forward to your chest. She tied the knot quickly and patted your shoulder affectionately. “All done!”

“Thanks mom,” You said, the inflection in your voice made her head tilt. Normally you’d be able to get dressed just fine, you hadn’t needed your mother’s help with putting on your uniform since you were 10 years old. Chinami could sense you were not all there that morning.

“Everything okay?” She asked, knowing you might not answer honestly she leapt to one obvious conclusion. “Are you nervous about today?”

“Yeah, a bit,” You sat down on your bed and began fussing with your hair. Chinami took the hair tie from your hand and stood in front of you as she began to chain a small braid on on side of your head. “It’s just that it’s the last year and these kids have probably all known each other for a long time. I don’t know if I’ll mold in easily, ya know?”

“I get that,” She held a hand to your cheek and sat beside you, taking your hand into her own and holding it in her lap. “You know what my father said to me once?” You shook your head softly before she continued. “Your grandfather taught me ‘Confidence breeds attraction’, meaning people will be drawn to you if you exude confidence. I unknowingly fell in love with a Pro-Hero the moment I saw him eating my ramen because he had so much confidence radiating off of him.”

“Ew, Mom, please,” Your scrunched up and cheeks blushed as she mentioned the moment your parents met. It was sweet sure, but it’s always uncomfortable for you to talk about things like that with your parents.

“Oh, whatever,” Chinami rolled her eyes at you, “What I’m saying is if you are nervous about making friends and fitting in at your school, you should be more confident in yourself.”

“Yeah,” You sighed softly, “You’re right.”

“Glad to hear it, now,” Chinami stood and began to make her way out the door, “Breakfast is wrapping up here soon, then we both should be on our way soon. Don’t wanna be late for the first day of school!”

You quickly scanned the board in front of you, not wanting to stall too long as the line of teenagers formed behind. You found your name rather quickly, having been placed in Class 1. You moved quickly down the halls of your new school, familiarizing yourself with the layout and miscellaneous placings of certain rooms and vending machines. Climbing up to the next floor you were able to see the classrooms for the third year students line up before you. A few students mingled about, some had already formed small pods, couples were holding hands, and some kids looked like they were already in the process of being bullied. You walked into your class and took notice of a few students who were already seated, a few had their phones out and one had a book out.

You found a seat directly by the windows in the middle, it would make a comfortable place to sit as the weather warms up. After settling in to your new seat you glanced back around the room. Students began to pile in and find their seats, a few girls were grouped up nearest to doors, and some boys at the front of your aisle. The boys turned and matched your gaze, sizing you up for one of two things: competition or attractiveness. You rolled your eyes and looked back to the door as that teacher arrived with the signal of the bell. He was taller than average, with short black sporty hair and black eyes. He placed his papers on the podium and looked across the room, clearing his throat before he spoke in an unexpectedly soft and kind voice.

“Alright everyone, we have approximately 1 hour to get to know each other,” He said, “At the end of that hour we will make our way down to the main gym where we’ll have our school assembly. I want you all row by row, to introduct yourselves, let us know your hobbies, what you want to do after school ends this year, and your quirk if you feel so inclined to share.”

Student began murmuring to each other as the teacher went on.

“I’ll go first,” He said as he raised his hand, “My name is Akiyama Nobuko, please only refer to me as Akiayama. I teach Literature and Medical Health Basics, along with sponsoring the Boys Track Team. Now starting with you.” Mr. Akiyama pointed at the leader of your column. You watched one by one as each student introduced themselves, you tried hard to pay attention to everyone but it was so overwhelming trying to keep the names all straight. You pulled yourself out of your desk and stood as the last person sat. You rehearsed the lines in your head quickly, hoping not to sound dumb when you spoke.

“My name is Hamamoto y/n, I like listening to music and playing the guitar when I get the chance. I’m going to attend U.A. College for Criminal Justice after this year, and my quirk is Hydrokinesis.”

You could feel your heart beat rapidly against your chest, you felt as if everyone was glaring at you as you sat down. A quiet voice had even squeaked when you finished your introduction, leaving you feeling self conscious. You felt like everyone around you thought you were full of yourself or you were a show off. You’re anxiety began to swallow you again, but you coaxed yourself out when you tried to rationalize the truth of the situation. In reality the kids in your class were just looking at you when it was your turn and lost interest as soon as the next person stood. You breathed out slowly and refocused back on your classmates. As the last student wrapped up, you stood with everyone as your teacher called you all to make your way to the gym.

As you followed everyone on the unfamiliar route, a few taps on your shoulder grabbed your attention. You looked to the right and almost missed the shorter classmate of yours, the top of her head coming up to your shoulder barely. Struggling to recall her name she blessed you with the answer.

“Hamamoto, right?” The girl asked, she stuck her hand out to you for a shake as you both continued walking alongside the other students. “Horita.”

“Yeah,” You said, taking her hand. “Thanks for remembering.”

“How could I not?” Horita practically shouted in excitement, she broke out into a huge grin and shook your hand more vigorously now. Refusing to let go, you made vain attempts to break free. “You’re Mizuchi’s daughter, how could you not be? You look exactly like him, even have the same quirk! You’re exactly how I pictured you.”

Horita seemed to swoon with her arms out, still holding your hand in a tight grip, basking in whatever warmth her delusional brain was feeling radiating off of you. You knew what she was talking about of course, your father Hamamoto Akira, the Dragon of Water, known as Pro-Hero Mizuchi. This must’ve been the person that squeaked when you finished your introduction earlier, you thought.

Horita was short with long flowing bright blonde hair, it’s beachy waves bounced with each step she took. She had soft green eyes framed by long lashes, by all means she was beautiful so you were baffled by the attention she was giving you.

“Yeah, that’s my dad,” You said, finally breaking free of the girls iron grip. “You want an autograph or something, my dad would get a kick out of that.”

“No, I think I found something, or someone, better,” Horita gazed up at you as she linked her arm around yours. You felt your cheeks get hot and your palms a little sweaty at the idea of what she was suggesting. “We’re going to be best friends, just you watch.”

You weren’t sure to be flattered by the forward suggestion of being friends or worried about the creep that knew everything about your family before you remembered their first name. Instead of letting anxiety take over the situation and blasting it out of proportion, you decided that maybe this wouldn’t be all that bad. Besides that’s one friend made on your first day of school, granted it was because of your family but it still counts.

That’s one friend I can show off to make Chiyo jealous, You thought, Or is it too mean to put Chiyo through that? What would Chiyo do? . . . She would make me double jealous. . . You took out your phone and nudged Horita with you’re elbow.

“Let’s get a picture together real fast,” You told Horita, holding your phone’s back camera to you.

Horita grabbed on to you tighter and smiled brightly while looking up at your phone. As you clicked the button, an arm came flying past and knocked your phone down against the ground. A couple boys from your class were fooling around and swinging at each other, your phone just happened to be the only casualty.

“Oh, dammit,” You muttered angrily, crouching down to pick up the pieces.

“Aw man,” One boy snickered, his tone reflecting anything but empathy and remorse, “I’m sorry about that.”

“More like you’re welcome,” The other chuckled, “That thing was ancient, I’m surprised it didn’t turn to dust on impact.”

They both laughed as you picked up the tiny buttons, cracked body, and backing to your phone, tucking them away into your pocket. Before rising you shifted your weight opposite of the boys and braced yourself before sticking out your leg and quickly sweeping both boys off their feet with one quick movement. They tumbled on top of each other in an awkward position. You quickly stood up before the teacher arrived on scene.

“What’s going on over here?” Mr. Akiayama asked, parting through the students.

“The boys just slipped when they were fooling around,” You stared the boys down as you lied for them. The way you saw it the three of you could easily get in trouble the first day of school if you told the whole truth, or you could save your ass and tell a half truth.

“If you have so much energy for horseplay maybe I should get you boys into track with me, how about it? You guys up for a few miles after school today?” Mr. Akiayama’s grin was devilish as he looked down at the boys and walked back towards the front of the class.

You walked over the boys’ legs and continued down the hall with the rest of the students. Horita looped her arm around yours again and shook you vigorously.

“It was so cool how you tripped them!” Horita swooned, “You have to show me that sometime.”

“Sure, if you’re upfor about a week of sore legs!” You watched as Horita face changed to a grimace.

“On second thought. . .” She murmured.

The two of you followed single file into the line assigned to your class, standing at an arms length apart from each other. You looked around the gymnasium as the last class settled in and the principle stood to speak to the student assembly. As he droned on about the rules and expectations of Aldera High students, you looked around the room at the other 3rd year students. You wondered if there were any from your grade school there, or if everyone really just dispersed as easily as your parents had said.

Looking down each row you couldn’t recognize any of the students, the last class that came in was next to yours on the right. You shifted your attention to the line of students on the other side of you and saw a recognizeable head of spikey blonde hair. The boy seem irritated and turned to look back at a boy with a mop of green hair a few students behind him. The green haired boy across from you flinched, bringing his arms up to his head. The blonde sneered as he took a second glance around the room, you could swear he looked at you before turning back around to face the stage.

“That’s Bakugo Katsuki,” Horita whispered from behind you, “I could tell you were looking at him, he’s cute but he’s too hot headed for me. Definitely not worthy of you.”

She murmured the last part to herself but you could hear Horita clearly.

“I’m almost positive I went to school with him a long time ago,” You said, “Definitely sounds like the Bakugo I knew then too.”

“Was he a pest as a child too?” Horita asked.

“That’s putting it lightly,” You said, recalling the memories of your fights with Bakugo.

Adults chalked it up to kids being kids, fighting over who’s turn it was or if someone was mean to the other. No one ever saw kids being bully’s. You remembered vividly how you got pushed around by the other boys. One time you got shoved into the creek, the only reasons the boys who pushed you didn’t run home crying was because of one kinder green haired boy who helped you up and walked you home.

“Looks like all Useless Izuku is good for is helping little girls,” One boy would tease, snickering at the poor boy.

“Why don’t you go play dress up or dolls together?” Bakugo would remark, “Then you can finally get out of our hair.”

That was the day you had enough. You put up with so many of his cruel remarks, and sure you two had fought in the past, but you wanted this to be the last time. Still soaked and chilled to the bone, you fought against shaky tiny fists and planted a punch to his cheek. Bakugo winced and sneered as he looked over at you. His own fists balled up as he pulled back to fight you off, but before he could land his punch you had kicked his stomach. Bakugo fell to his knees and clenched his stomach with one hand while the other covered his mouth. It wasn’t much of a fight, at least not compared to how you two usually wrestled, but you wanted to get him off your back and put him in his place.

“Maybe you should go play dress up and play with dolls, baby,” You had spit the last word out as you walked away from the boy. He recovered quickly but instead of pursuing he rangled his friends and left.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Midoriya had said, “We could’ve just gone home to tell an adult.”

“Kacchan would’ve bullied us more if we tattled,” You said, “He had it coming.”

The musical 4-toned bell rang across campus signaling the day's end. You stretched in your seat and began packing your bag up. A bouncy Horita joined your side as you stood to your feet.

“So are you going to get a new phone after school?” She asked.

“Probably,” You shrugged, the two of you began to make your way towards the doors. “Need to check in with my parents, might have something insurance can cover. I can probably just get the phone fixed.”

“That old thing?” Horita scoffed, “I’d be pissed like any other person if someone broke my phone, but I have to agree with Shoya, I’m surprised that thing didn’t turn to dust! Just get a new phone.”

“Ugh, you sound like Chiyo,” You rolled your eyes and playfully shook your head, giving in to the peer pressure. “Fine, i’ll get a new phone.”

“Here,” Chiyo has a piece of paper with her full name and number written on it. “Make sure to add me when you get it, okay?”

“Yeah,” You took the slip of paper, she had obviously prepared it ahead of time judging by the crinkles in it. “Of course I will, I’ll text you when I get it so you can save my number.”

Horita gave two big thumbs up, blindly walking ahead of you with her back turned in the hall. Just as she finished her rotation, she ran straight into Bakugo Katsuki. Horita flinched and jumped away from him, but he was already on her, his eyes seemed to glow a bright red with anger.

“Watch it pipsqueak,” He growled at Horita as she backed up towards your side.

“Help!” She squeaked as he stepped closer. Bakugo turned his attention to you as you protected Horita.

“You, I remember you,” His face turned sour at the realization, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

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lunlunalun · 8 months

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he just survived his first day of the new semester (they only discussed the syllabus and the finals schedule)

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blooberrries · 2 years

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『midnight, midsummer』 — three

— pairing: shoto x reader — tags: university au, urban fantasy au, selkie shoto, accidental marriage (lmfao), faerie antics, 18+ — wc: 2.5k — notes: ehe

“I have no intention of forcing you into anything,” Shoto says evenly, expression neutral despite the roiling depths of his mismatched eyes. He seems to hesitate slightly before he continues. “Let me propose something, then. A bargain.” Your eyebrows shoot up before you’re able to stop them. Shoto is offering to enter a faerie bargain with you? As though he can see the cogs turning in your head, the corner of his lips lifts in a half smile. He breathes in deeply, closing his eyes a moment before he lets the air go and meets your gaze once more. “If you find that you do not have any feelings for me at all, come Midsummer’s Eve, then I will dissolve this marriage and leave you be.” ----You get a little more than you bargained for when you knock some poor guys coat off his chair in the library. You pick it up and give it back to him, of course, because that's what anyone would do, right? Well, apparently not when it comes to selkies.

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When you return home, there is something sitting on the doorstep. A familiar box, and a small, wrapped and potted orchid.

For a moment you sort of just stand and stare, the kind of stare you’ve witnessed when someone has absolutely nothing going on upstairs. Blinking, you reach down, taking the box into your hold, and crack it open.

Familiar gleaming pearl peeks at you for the briefest moment before you snap the lid shut and pinch your face into a grimace. What exactly where you expecting? There’s no way you could have looked at that box and not known it was the very same one you’d been proposed to with just days prior.

There isn’t any time to dwell on it though, because the front door is suddenly swung open before you. Like a woman possessed, your arm whips and you cram the ring into the pocket of your jacket, your back shooting straight.

Your uncle stares at you for a second, his gaze flicking down before rising to your face. One of his brows lifts.

“What’s the flower for?”

Shit, you forgot about the orchid. Well, it’s not like it would have fit into your pocket anyway.

“Ah…” You scramble for an excuse. “It’s for Yu.”

“Me?” he echoes, fluttering his lashes. You roll your eyes. Bastard knows it’s not for him.

“You can have it if you want, but you’ll have to fight her for it.” You lean down and pick up the potted plant in question, shooting your uncle a smile that you hope is convincing. “I thought it would be nice to get her something since she got me that cake.”

Your uncle scoffs, but steps aside to let you through the threshold nonetheless.

“Then technically you should have gotten me one too – that was my idea, you know?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you say, entering and ignoring the scandalised look he directs your way. He follows you as you make your way to the kitchen, discarding the orchid onto the bench as you go.

In the process of grabbing a glass of water, you catch sight of the chaos that has overtaken about three quarters of the kitchen so far. Your uncle must have been cooking before you arrived.

“I’m making lasagne,” he announces bravely, confirming your fears. Anyone listening wouldn’t ever think that the man had never successfully completed an edible (emphasis on edible) dish in his life.

“What’s our backup option?” you ask, leaning against the bench.

“We won’t need it,” he dismisses your worries with confidence. “… But it’s the poke bowl place down the road.”

You nod, but decide to wait until after he has completed the food to bully him.

Your uncle goes back to whatever stage of preparation he was up to before you came, humming as he moves, and you’re left to your own thoughts. Your eyes stray to the orchid before you can stop them, and you’re forced to recall the events of the day.

That expression on his face as you left the lecture hall… your heart sinks at the thought of it. You’re being terrible, honestly. But as much as you resolve yourself to woman-up and apologise, to just talk to the poor guy, you just… can’t. You suspect the reason why your body refuses to listen to you, but you can’t address it without opening a whole other can of worms and you’re really not in the best place for that.

“What’s on your mind, toots?”

Your uncle draws your gaze when he speaks, not looking up from where he is combining ingredients.

“Nothing much,” you utter, before a thought hits you. “What… do you know about selkies?”

Your uncle hums, but thankfully doesn’t give you a suspicious look like you feared he would. “Plenty. There’s a decent number of them in Moonhollow. Why do you ask?”

“There is one in one of my classes, and I just realised I didn’t know much at all about them,” you lie, adding for good measure: “I figured you would be the best person to ask.”

Your uncle straightens, chest puffing slightly with pride. “Well, you’d be right. Hmm… they’re one of the many subsets of the fae faction. They’re quite neutral in their alignment, tend to keep to themselves. They have an interesting set of traditions regarding marriage, though I’ve heard that’s mostly specific to the population here.”

These are mostly things you know, but since you told him that you didn’t know anything you nod along with his words.

He pauses, turning his gaze upward in thought. “Actually, come to think of it, I’m pretty sure Council Member Todoroki’s wife is a selkie. Fae tend to intermarry between the different folk to keep the peace. His son is about your age, you’ve probably seen him around on campus.”

You feel like your heart skips a beat, and try not to let it show on your face. No way. You’re just overthinking. Surely the selkie claiming himself to be your husband is a different guy, completely unrelated to one of the most powerful citizens in the region.

“Maybe. Hard to tell, since they all tend to share similar features.” You say it moreso for your own benefit than anything else, but your uncle’s responding noise of contention makes your stomach dip.

“Well, normally I’d agree with you but he’s pretty distinct. His siblings all look like one or the other, but he’s one of the rare ones that got equal portions of his parents’ genes. He ended up kind of chimeric.”

You feel your heart sink to your toes. That’s him. Even you can’t convince yourself otherwise. There is literally no one else in the city that has split features like Shoto does.

“Is that so…” You kind of what to smack yourself across the face. Isn’t Council Member Todoroki known for his temper and bullheadedness? What if he names and shames you for refusing to marry his son?

Well, technically according to Shoto you’re already married, but that train of thought isn’t exactly helping your stress levels right now so you decide to discard it.

You push off from the bench, dusting flour from your hands. Time to flee. You turn your head his way as you depart from the kitchen.

“I’m gonna go work on my assignments. Call me when the poke bowl is here?”

His indignant sputter follows you up the stairs. “That’s not funny! Keep that up and you won’t get any of my five-star lasagne!”

That’s not much of a loss. For the sake of his pride, however, you decide not to voice that thought and instead ascend to your room with a snort. You do intend to work on your assignments, but considering the realisation you’ve just come to it will be a miracle if you can get your pen to touch paper.

- - -

“You’ve been acting weird.”

You look up, wondering which of your two friends had spoken. Himiko has her mouth attached to her ‘juice’ straw, and she’s not one to talk mid-drink, so your eyes flit towards Toru.

“Have not,” you rebuke, unable to help the huff that follows. Toru rolls her eyes – well, at least you think she does. It’s a bit hard to perceive her. Shadow creatures tend to be very difficult for the mortal eye to see. Since she is a form of demon, though, the spell your uncle cast on your eyes helps a little bit; with it, you can at least roughly discern her features.

“Just ‘cause you can’t see me, doesn’t mean I can’t see you.” She shifts, propping her elbow on the table and leaning her head against her palm. “You’re acting like a nut.”

You turn back to your food, a little embarrassed that your actions are so obvious. This whole situation just keeps creating layers upon layers of discomfort in your life. Your fork stabs into your salad with a little more aggression than necessary, and as a result a small cherry tomato flings off into the distance. You watch it go with a defeated look before turning back to Toru.

“You’ve only known me for a month, what if this is how I normally act?”

Himiko, having finished her drink, chooses now to chime in. “Girl, if you were always this antsy and paranoid then you wouldn’t smell so good. You’d be sour as hell.”

Your hands throw themselves into the air. “Can everyone in this damn city smell me?!”

Both your friends simply nod, and you sink in your seat on the picnic bench, humiliated. Is it too late to leave Moonhollow? Normally you’d argue it’s never too late to do something, but you’re pretty sure your uncle made you enter some dodgy deal to stay here. Sneaky bastard.

“Yeah,” Toru agrees. “Besides, you only started avoiding Shoto Todoroki recently.”

An incriminating grimace crosses your face before you can stop it. This is a situation that you had, quite delusionally, thought you wouldn’t have to divulge to anyone else.

Himiko leans forward, a fanged grin stretching her lips. “Spill, or I’ll snack on you.”

She knows as well as you do that her threats do nothing to scare you; at this point you think the only reason she still attempts it is for the novelty of having a human around to use them on for once.

“There’s nothing to spill,” you say, adamantly.

Toru giggles. “That’s not what half the campus is saying.”

Your heart goes still in your chest. “What?”

Even Himiko seems to be clued in, if the smug look on her face as she leans back is anything to go by.

“You haven’t heard?” You can’t see much of her face, but you do see the shit-eating grin Toru is currently sporting. “Apparently, Lazarus’ third-most eligible bachelor has been taken off the market. He’s found his life partner, they say.”

“His betrothed,” Himiko chimes.

Toru grins. “His wife.”

“His what? Who?” you squeak, attempting to feign ignorance. “Toto Shodoroki? I don’t even know who that is--”

Himiko holds up a hand, using the other to brush silken blonde locks from her face. “Don’t try it, I saw him staring holes into you that time you arrived late for the group meeting. Something happened that day, didn’t it?”

Toru’s hands slam onto the table, making you jump about a foot in fright. “Tell us!”

“All I did was knock his coat off the chair by accident!” You burst, breaking under the pressure. “Then he suddenly showed up with a ring afterwards and said we were married but I don’t even know how or why also I don’t know what the fuck to even do because it has to be some mistake--”

“Sorry, sister,” Toru cuts your maniacal rambling short, reaching to pat you on the shoulder. Her touch feels like water, but leaves no wetness behind. “But that ain’t no mistake. Word is for the clan of selkies here, their coats are a very important aspect of the marriage ritual. And that’s not a can of worms you can close after opening.”

Your face falls into your hands with a mournful groan. You feel your heart beginning to climb your throat again. “Stop. Please stop talking.”

“Better to have a small breakdown now, than a big breakdown later.” Himiko says. Her words are actually oddly kind of sensible, but you’re not about to give her the satisfaction of acknowledging it.

“How about you tell me it’s all just a very long, vivid dream, and I have no breakdown?”

“Nope, sorry babes.” Toru shrugs. “That’s not how this works. Fae can’t lie, so it’s better to get you used to hearing nothing but the truth.”

A sudden but brief wail escapes you, and it’s Himiko this time that pats your back. “There there, pet. With acceptance comes peace... apparently.”

You lift your head just enough to glare at her. “I hate you both. This is incredibly unhelpful -- I’m literally in the middle of a crisis. Have a little empathy.”

“Fuck empathy,” Toru chortles. “I’m jealous, you lucky bitch! Do you know how fine that man is? I went to high school with him, you know.”

“Everyone here went to high school with each other.” You mutter, your face back in your hands. You ignore the fact that there is a shred of truth to her words -- Shoto Todoroki is indeed a very fine looking man.

The night demon continues as though you didn’t say anything at all. “All the Todoroki offspring are good-looking, good-natured kids -- with the slight exception of the oldest Todoroki because he’s a little different -- but Shoto in particular turned out well. Considering the personality on his dad, he definitely could have come out worse.”

“Plus he smells good,” Himiko adds, sighing slightly. “All fae smell sweet, but he smells super scrumptious. What I wouldn’t do to have a taste...”

“What about me?” Toru interrupts, sounding kind of affronted. “You don’t wanna eat me?”

“You smell like smoke and cinnamon,” Himiko informs her. “Still good, but something about fae blood just calls to you. Shit’s like MSG.”

Toru hums, apparently soothed for now and likely reasoning that she can’t compare to MSG. You find yourself wishing that you could melt yourself into the earth. You don’t know what to tell them -- you can’t do this, there has to have been some sort of mistake, or maybe there’s a way out of it since you’re mortal and not bound by the same magic rules? For some reason, even as you think it, you don’t find yourself very convinced.

“What are you afraid of?” Himiko asks. You must have voiced some of your earlier thoughts. “This isn’t a bad thing.”

“Definitely not a bad thing.” Toru interjects. “Unless you count having Enji Todoroki as a father-in-law, because that could go either way, really.”

You chew your words for a moment, before allowing them to enter the air in a soft murmur. “... I didn’t get a choice. This is a huge thing to happen so suddenly, it affects everything, and I... I don’t know what to do.”

The two must share a look, because there is a few moments of silence above you.

“Well, not much you can do about it right now,” Toru says, carding her cool fingers through your hair in a soothing manner; it’s like her digits phase through your strands. “I do have something that might help, though.”

You lift your head, hopeful. She gives you half-smile, nodding to Himiko. “Come to the Marine Quarter with us tomorrow night. The sea-dwellers are celebrating some holiday of theirs and are hosting some huge shin-dig, open to everyone.”

“It will be good to get your mind off of things,” Himiko says, enticing you with your old friend, avoidance.

You take a moment to consider it, but at the prospect of getting blind rotten drunk and forgetting everything for a night, you find yourself happy to accept the invitation. Besides, it’s not a gathering hosted by the fae so you won’t have to stay alert around the food.

“... Alright,” you say, whipping a finger between them. “But I swear if either of you leave me alone to go feed or... whatever it is you shadow demons do to your prey, then I’m never speaking to either of you again. I will also be changing my name and moving countries.”

Toru cackles. “Whatever. You won’t regret it.”

For some reason, you don’t quite find yourself believing that.

#shoto x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #reader insert #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha series #shouto todoroki #all characters are adults!!#college au #technically #urban fantasy #selkie au #faerie au

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glassesasshole · 1 year

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Another kind of College Story - Part 1

Bonus: Shoto’s POV

He’s like: Damn this is the wrong classroom and now I can’t leave.

Day 4 of bktdbkweek 2022

Prompt: College / University

CW: Professor x Student / Cheating

All characters are adults in this!

My Art do not repost!

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shingekinohyrulewrites · 2 years

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Coffee & Comfort

While studying for midterms at an obscure coffee shop on campus, your (very handsome) professor comes in to do some grading. The two of you share a table since he needs an outlet to charge his laptop, which leads to the start of a forbidden relationship.

Read first chapter here

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Finals Week came and went, and you somehow managed to survive and pass your classes. Following the end of first semester, you were given three weeks off from Christmas until early January. Given that you were studying abroad, you didn’t have the option to return home, as the prices for airplane tickets had been so expensive you opted to just return home in the summer. Your roommate had left as soon as Finals had finished, leaving you alone in your dorm.

The first three days were lonely, and you slept often in an effort to make up for lost sleep and to also have your day pass much more quickly. When you were awake, you binge watched random shows on Netflix or played Animal Crossing on your Switch. Thankfully, the restaurants on campus had stayed open, and you would eat by yourself next to the windows, staring at your empty campus as you forced yourself to eat.

On the fourth day, you were surprised to find Shoto calling you. The previous night, you had stayed up late binge watching Squid Games and had fallen asleep really late into the night. However, upon seeing Shoto’s name on your screen, you were instantly awake, sitting up and quickly bringing the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Did I wake you?”

Shoto’s voice was filled with worry, the faint sound of music playing in the background. You shook your head, remembering that he couldn’t see you and assuring him that it was fine.

“I wasn’t sure if you had gone home for the holidays, so I figured I would call.”

“No, the tickets were much too expensive so I stayed behind.”

There was a pause before you heard shuffling and the music shutting off.

“I’m on my way. Meet me at our spot?”

Your “spot” was the faculty parking lot, specifically his parking space. You agreed to meet him there, throwing off your blankets as you grabbed your toiletries and stumbled to the bathroom.

About twenty minutes later, you were standing in his spot, shuffling your feet awkwardly as you glanced around to ensure no one was watching you. The sound of a honk startled you, and you turned your head to see Shoto’s familiar car pulling up. Smiling, you gave him a wave before walking over to the passenger side and sliding in.

“Hi.”

He leaned across the center console to press a soft kiss to your lips. The smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of his car began to drive you mad, and you had to restrain yourself as you pulled away from him.

“Have you eaten yet?”

You shook your head. Smiling, he drove off, out of the campus and towards the freeway. He began asking you about your break so far, and you sheepishly admitted you hadn’t been doing much. He chuckled, reaching across to interlace his fingers with yours.

“I must admit, I’m quite jealous. I’ve actually been quite busy since Finals Week.”

Shoto took the exit for Downtown, and you realized he was taking you to his apartment. You were strangely giddy at the realization, squeezing his hand excitedly as he talked about the various meetings he had sat in on for his family’s company and how Christmas had been “insufferable.”

As soon as you entered his apartment, he gently took your coat from you and told you to make yourself at home. You did as told, slipping off your shoes and walking over to his living room. He returned a few minutes later with a cup of hot cocoa, pressing a kiss to your forehead before returning to the kitchen.

“I hope this is okay.”

A bowl of cold soba was placed in your hands. Shoto settled onto the couch next to you with his own bowl, a look of satisfaction on his face. You smiled, assuring him it was as you took your first bite.

“Do you want to watch a cheesy Christmas movie? You know, those corny romance ones?”

You laughed. “I would love to.”

After you finished your food, you settled against his side, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around your waist. The movie droned on, with the protagonist returning to her hometown to find the romantic interest she had always loathed. As the movie went on, you found yourself relaxing more against his side, taking in his scent and promising yourself that you would memorize it for eternity.

Shoto pulled you closer to him during the middle of the movie. The protagonist’s car had broken down in the snow, and lo and behold the romantic interest had saved her. You felt Shoto’s fingers slip under your sweater, dancing across the skin at your waist before settling and giving it a light squeeze. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the touch, and you tried hard to keep your focus on the movie.

“Is this okay?”

You nodded, knowing that if you spoke your voice would betray how nervous you were. He gave your waist another squeeze before returning to the movie. The protagonist was now beginning to see the love interest in a new light simply because he had towed her car out of the snow. Shoto’s fingers were now lightly brushing against your side, sending shivers up your spine as you tried to keep a calm demeanor. The sound of your name being softly called had you turning, only for him to kiss you.

By this point, you and Shoto had been dating for a few weeks. He had kissed you plenty of times, especially when he greeted you or said goodbye, but this kiss felt different. Normally, his kisses were quick and chaste, enough to keep you satisfied but always leaving you longing for more. This time, his lips stayed on yours, moving slowly against them as they molded against you. Nervously, you lifted a shaking hand and rested it gently on his cheek, cupping it as you leaned more into the kiss.

Your heart began pounding as you wondered if he wanted to keep going, to deepen the kiss with tongue or . . . He pulled away then, lightly panting as he gave you a small smile before turning back to the movie. You were still wanting more but opted to do the same, watching as the protagonist was faced with her current other love interest from her city job. As the scene changed again, you felt Shoto shifting beside you, causing you to turn and look at him.

He kissed you again, lips moving slowly again as he took the time to kiss you as if he was dying and this was his last one. Just like before, he pulled away before going any further, giving you another soft smile before turning back to the movie. You were confused but figured it was best not to question it, instead opting to just settle back into his side.

The movie finished, with the protagonist (not surprisingly) choosing the hometown love interest and deciding to make it work with him. As the credits rolled, Shoto stretched his arms overhead, his shoulders popping as he turned back to you. Before you could ask him what he wanted to watch next, he leaned in again, kissing you slowly and taking his time before pulling away. You blinked at him, processing what had just happened before nodding.

“Sorry, I don’t want to rush things.”

He seemed embarrassed then, reaching up to rub the back of his neck.

“Er, this might be embarrassing, especially given my age and social status, but I’ve never dated anyone before. All of this is foreign to me, so I’m learning as we go.”

You were relieved but also surprised. A man as handsome as him, who could have his choice of any partner, and yet he had never had one?

“Shoto, it’s okay. I’ve never dated anyone either. You’re my first.”

He perked up at that, lips twitching as he examined you.

“R-really? Well, even better I guess!”

Smiling, he leaned in forward, kissing your forehead before settling back onto the couch.

“Up for another cheesy movie?”

#boku no hero academia #boku no hero imagines #my hero academia #my hero academia imagines #todoroki shouto #shoto todoroki #todoroki shouto imagine #modern au #college au

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iamfrankie99 · 2 years

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Falling For Freckles

by Laughingwolf78 (Wattpad)

39ch

Summary: Izuku is a shy freshman majoring in photography and his best friend, Shoto, is on the football team. Katsuki is the quarterback of the football team and heartbreaker of the whole college. He doesn’t do feelings…or so he thought, because as soon as he laid eyes upon beautiful green emeralds and a sea of stars framing them he was gone. That’s when he started falling for Freckles.

Frankie’s comment: This is one of the first bakudeku fanfictions I read and the story stuck with me till now. Re-reading it now, admittedly, I’ve maybe read better fics on ao3, but the story here will forever be in my heart. Plus, sentimental or not, it’s objectively a good story and really well written. I think it stuck with me so much cause it’s rare to find such a well-written fic on wattpad. It might be a bit dramatic, and re-reading it now, admittedly their codependence is a bit much…but oh well, it works. I hope you’ll love it as much as I did🧡💚

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#bkdk #long fic #no quirks au #College/University AU #love at first sight #Freckles #smut #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #secret hideout #Quarterback Katsuki Bakugo #Photography major Izuku Midoriya #living together #Camie is a bitch #best friend Shoto Todoroki #roofies #favourite

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strawberri-elixir · 2 months

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Café Chronicles

╰⇢ Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

“ Oh, home, let me come home, home is whenever I’m with you… ”

Summary — You were fully prepared to build a new life for yourself when you moved to Tokyo. To get a job and start your path towards graduation. What you weren’t prepared for, however, was how a certain boy would gradually start changing your life. For better or for worse.

Content/Warnings — Coffee shop au, College setting, modern au (no curses), shit humor, swearing, jokes about dying, smau, jealousy, slight mentions of violence, probably a little bit of angst, sfw

Note(s) — Updates might be a little bit scattered since I still have school to focus on, but I will update whenever I can! And as usual, I don’t own any of the photos used!

Status — Ongoing!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— Y/n’s Besties — Megumi’s Group

Slave

(Respectfully) Die

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Freaks

DEEZ NETS

God’s favourite

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ghost-recs · 14 days

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can we get some bakugou recs 😊😊 (written and smaus pleaseee)

hello hellooo! oh man do i ever have some! you have no idea the can of worms you are opening my friend.

but first i am so sorry for how late this rec is! i wanted to get this done days ago, but the semester has been crazy packed. i'm going to get through all my asks one by one. thank you for your patience! anyways let's get into this !!

Bakugou Recs

Garden of Lungs (Hanahaki) by oweCrew [ao3]

synopsis: you have your whole life ahead of you, a promising future and jobs lined up after UA...but these stupid flowers are going to be the death of you, literally.

i flew through this fic so fast. it was the first time i had every heard of hanahaki disease and oof to my heart. i loved it!

Late Night Calls by fictionpls [ao3]

synopsis: much to bakugou's disdain, you skipped your meals again. tch, he's basically taking care of you at this point.

cute lil fluff oneshot with bakugou as your best friend...maybe more.

Nothing More, Nothing Less by @dekustowel

synopsis: bakugou made a big whoopsies. the only way to get out of it? fake date you, the internet's sweatheart, duh!

this smau idea has a hold on me. i'm a sucker for the fake dating trope. and i mean seriously, it's bakugou! [ongoing...]

Nerd (Affectionately) by @oniku-niku

synopsis: you're in love with bakugou, have been since you were kids. there was no use in hiding the truth. but did he have to be so rude about it??

most of this smau is a big ouch to the heart. but the drama gets heavier as the story goes on and i'm here for it! happy soft ending! :)

Speak by Kikyo851 [ao3]

synopsis: you could not believe that your soulmate was such a crude and violent person...just to spite the universe and him you decide not to say a word to your "soulmate."

soulmate au in which the first words that your soulmate says to you is written on your wrist. this fulfilled my needs of a bakugou soulmate au! so cute and it is complete!

Of Snowscapes & Explosions by sugarbun [ao3]

synopsis: you've been categorized as second to shoto todoroki ever since grade school. after a frustrated vent to bakugou and a few of his cracks revealing some of his own frustrations you realize that maybe you and him aren't so different after all.

guys....when i tell you this fic is the slowest slow burn. i feel like it's so accurate to how bakugou would actually fall for someone. sadly, this fic is unfished tho and hasn't been updated in a couple years😭 but you should read it anyways.

cover shot (through the heart) by @andypantsx3

cross posted on ao3 here! cover shot (through the heart) by andypantsx3

synopsis: you're the only one who can deal with bakugou's attitude in the industry. he hasn't found something that bothers you...until he starts flirting with you, hello??

model/celebrity au. super cute fic. i'm warning you this is much spicier than some of my other recs. mdni. (also check out this author's other works. they have a lot of top tier content!!)

Motherly Love by @kweenkatsuki-fics

synopsis: bakugou gives his mom a late night call to thank her. the reason why softens her heart greatly.

super soft lil drabble that just about brings me to tears everytime i read it. in love with bakugou fr.

déjà vu by @cashmoneyyysstuff

synopsis: bakugou thinks back to some oddly familiar memories with you. and one thing always stays the same, you both are together.

oneshot the made my jaw drop. hit me hard in the feels.

untitled oneshot by @honeypirate

synopsis: being paired with your number 1 enemy for a group project proved that the universe hated you. well might as well have some fun with this and make bakugou's life just as miserable.

college au oneshot. i am always down for a good enemies to lovers trope!

risky by @kusaka6e

synopsis: moving from another country to work as a pro hero in japan was not the easiest. and a certain hot headed hero only adds to your frustrations.

oneshot about the obvious grown tension between you and pro hero dynamite.

i hope you find something you like! sorry for the late rec, have a lovely day/night!

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rumisgf · 4 months

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— ATTRACTIVE THINGS HE SAYS/DOES

includes: katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari, shoto todoroki

warnings: college!au, black reader obv, suggestive, she/her pronouns used once

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

you can try to get pouty or sassy with him if you want to, but it is not a game you will win. one thing he likes is checking yo ass (cs he knows you secretly get a kick out of it).

“fix that attitude ‘fore i fix it for you.”

and he does not let you smart mouth him at all. he’s the sassy one, not you babes.

“what’chu say?”

you start trynna cuss at him or give him more attitude? he’ll deadass look to the left, to the right, behind him, then look back at you and be like “oh, you talkin’ to me?”

“ay, watch yo mouth.”

possessive in not a toxic way but still obvious

he cares a lot about your grades and he’ll memorize your classes so if you decide to skip a day or two, he’s texting you making sure you at least did your work

and like y’all are still in highschool, he’ll deadass take your phone if you need to catch up and keep it in his pocket

“uh uh, yer not gettin’ this back until you finish. we clear, baby?”

unconsciously flexes his jaw when he stretches

digs his tongue into his cheek whenever he’s focused and furrows his eyebrows

bakugou manspreading. that’s all.

if he sees someone trying to flirt with you he will deadass laugh in their face

moves you out of the way by grabbing your waist

if he wants you to sit with him he simply pats the spot next to him (or sometimes his lap) and is like “c‘ mere”

if you couldn’t tell, yeah he likes to give orders (☺️)

speaking of orders, knows your food order from every place you like by heart

and is the one who sends your food back if they get your order wrong

“yo, excuse me! yeah send this shit back she didn’t want pickles on her shit.”

he actually talks to older adults very respectfully

as he got older, he matured and his manners towards his professors is definitely one of the things that swept you off your feet

DENKI KAMINARI

he knows damn well when you missed him and loves to be especially affectionate just to have you all shy under his touch and with his words

“hi pretty babyy”

“aww, am i making you nervous?”

“you miss me my princess?”

“you’re real cute, y’know that?”

when you achieve something like learning how to play a game he’s showing you or doing good on an exam he always says things like “see, there you go” “good job, baby ‘m so prouda you”

he’s very attentive to you, he lets you be clingy whenever you want

taps his pencil gently with his fingers or plays with his rings whenever he’s trying to focus hard on something

then when he’s confused he runs his fingers through his hair with furrowed eyebrows and his lips pouted up

always responds with “yes, baby?” whenever you say his name to get his attention

and to make sure he’s not neglecting you all the time when he sits down to play video games he has you either cuddled up in his lap, sitting between his legs on the floor, or laying your head on his lap depending on how he’s sitting

no matter who he’s with always greet you with “hi baby” or “hey babe”, he has absolutely no shame showing affection to you

definitely participate in all those tiktok slideshows where people show off they girlfriends

pulls you into his lap by the waist

<< his morning voice 33

getting to go to the gym with him or at least see him after he goes to the gym is a true blessing bc his messy hair immediately makes him 10x hotter

always hugs you tightly and wraps both arms around your body

and loves hugging you from behind

hypes up every post you make and spams your comments

SHOUTO TODOROKI

when he gets mad it makes you feel all hot, especially because it’s rarely directed at you

his voice. that’s all.

he’s so polite and treats you like the highest human being on earth (as he should)

“are you alright, my love?”

“i’m so sorry my angel, let me make it up to you please.”

“here, i’ll carry that for you love.”

“goodnight my princess, i’ll be dreaming about you.”

he hugs you with his whole body, making sure he can feel every inch of your skin pressed up on his.

and he makes you do it to, pulling you in by your waist flush against his stomach.

makes sure to hold your hand every time he’s walking you somewhere because your safety is a priority to him

always ask before he does things, he hates feeling like he’s making you uncomfortable. “can i kiss you?” “is this okay? “you sure you want to, lovely?”

contrary, to popular belief he’s way too good at eye contact

and then gets confused when you become all flustered even though he’s staring into your eyes as you speak

“what’s wrong? is there something on my face?”

but eventually you admit how nervous it makes you, and he takes note

so now, he especially looks you in your eyes during conversation

“hmm? go ahead sweetheart i’m listenin’.”

whenever he’s studying for an upcoming exam, he leans back more in his seat and when he goes to stretch, his shirt lifts up and reveals his lower stomach

he comes well dressed no matter how bad of a day he’s having or what time he woke up

whenever he walks in a room, trust he got that shit on (because he’s way too rich to be dressed like a fool)

his dorm is always clean: bed’s always made, has a specific shelf for school supplies, etc

him cursing. that's all.

whenever you fall asleep on his chest he holds you tight under his free arm with his hand over your head, just because he wants so bad to protect you

in general tends to be protective

keeps a hand on your waist at events, walks next to the road on the sidewalk and will make sure you dont, puts his hand in front of you if the car stops too hard, all that

#denki headcanons #bakugou headcanons #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x black reader #denki kaminari x reader #denki kaminari x black reader #denki x black reader #bakugou katsuki x black reader

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tickly-giggles · 9 months

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Touya: Did Keigo just tell me he loved me for the first time?

Shoto: Yeah, he did.

Touya: And did I just do finger guns back?

Shoto: Yeah, you did.

#dabihawks #dabihawks incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #mha #mha incorrect quotes #this is totally a part of my college au #they were at a party #both keigo and touya got a bit drunk #now shoto is comforting touya #and keigo is in the bathroom throwing up

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cutecatlov3r · 1 year

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𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

izuku midoriya x reader ! (fem)

synopsis: when an innocent religious boy comes into your hands the only thing you can do is ruin his pure mind.

word count: 3.5k

warnings/tw: all characters are 18+, no quirks, college AU, corruption, mentions religion, a little bit of disrespect about religion, praise, oral (m!), hickeys, masturbation(?), facial, finger sucking, hair pulling, piv, unprotected sex, and... I'll let you figure it out.

a/n: gah this is a virgin izuku book >///<... stay tuned for the end... trust me, you want to read it. oh and please like, comment. and re-blog ily ! don't copy my work. not proofread. who wants a part 2 ?…

song: HEAVEN AND BACK [Chase Atlantic]

You yawned, moving through the crowded party. Sighing, you tried looking for your roommate, Mina Ashido. You must admit, you already have had a couple of drinks so you were pretty buzzed, walking around all the flashing lights didn't make your mind feel any more at ease.

"Y/n?~" a voice asked you. It was a feminine voice, a voice you knew way too well.

You turned around to see your roommate. She looked drunk off her ass. Her hair was frizzing up, her shirt covered in alcohol, and her eyes barely open. You shook your head, snapping a picture of her to show her in the morning.

You giggled, watching her stumble into your arms.

"Mina, are you ready to go home?" you asked, only a bit concerned for her well-being. She can get a little crazy at parties

"Y/n~ Noooooo, I don't wanna go home yet~ *hic* Plus you still haven't even met my *hic* friends~" she slurred, furrowing her eyebrows.

The whole reason you were at the party is to meet Mina's 'Out of town' friends. Oh, trust me, you've met her main group, sleeping with all of them whenever you feel like it. You couldn't help yourself! You regularly call Bakugou over to fuck you whenever you want him to, but that's a whole different story.

"Mina? Oh! Mina! There you are," a familiar face said, sighing in relief. The familiar face was none other than Shoto Todoroki, you've met him a few times, he didn't go to your university. Not to say that you two fucked or anything but you guys definitely did some hand stuff not too long ago.

Shoto is from a Christian school, he doesn't believe in the ways of God but he is forced to go. Every weekend he comes to your university's parties to disobey his father and obey his own beliefs. He is an atheist, not caring for religions, you can say the same thing.

"Aw, Shoto! I didn't know you were here," you teased, giving the boy a tight hug. You adored his sensitive reactions to your slightest touch. He hugged you back.

"I didn't see you here, glad to know you're here though," he smiled, holding on to your waist. Was he being more bold today? You rolled your eyes, taking his hands away from your waist, the only thing on your mind was making sure Mina got home safely. You shouldn't get distracted by Shoto's charms.

"Where's *hic* Zu... Zuku... And Chako?" Mina cried, shaking Shoto's shoulders. Shoto looked at your calm face, pausing his train of thought before turning back to Mina.

"He's upstairs, he needed some air. You know how he gets around crowded places. And Ochako is with Jirou and Hagakure," Shoto replied, shrugging.

Mina shook her head, too dazed to say anything to Shoto.

"Zuku?" you questioned. You were unfamiliar with the name. You knew Ochako, only due to her relations with your girl friends.

"Izuku," Shoto corrected. "He's a friend of ours from my school, could you go and grab him? I think he's ready to go home, he doesn't do so well around big crowds. I'll try and get Mina out of the house too, she looks really... Not well..." he muttered.

Mina whined, protesting against him. Of course she wanted to stay but she needed to leave, she was well over being blacked out.

"Don't make us call Sero, you know he will whoop your ass," you commented, sternly.

Mina shut her mouth, quickly. "Yes ma'am," She was ready to comply with whatever you guys said.

"He's in the last room down the hallway," Shoto explained, picking up Mina. He tossed her over his shoulder, trying to get through the crowd.

You nodded. All you have to do is grab Shoto's friend, you trust Shoto enough to leave him with Mina. You know he'd never do anything to make a woman uncomfortable, ever.

You made your way upstairs. The bass of the music made the entire house shake. You were surprised the party hadn't gotten a noise complaint yet. Moans and groans filled the hallway you walked through, horny adults probably filled every single room available for access. You made a mental note to call Bakugou over tonight for some fun.

Eventually you reached the last door of the hallway. Slowly, you opened the wooden door. The room seemed empty from the looks of it, you decided to look around. A huge bed was in the middle of the room, furniture organized around. The room did have a nice color pallet, white and gold. The two colors that embody purity, you loved them.

"Izuku?" you called out, exploring the dim lighted room.

The door to the balcony opened, stepping into the room with you was a fluffy green haired boy. The darkness of the room was hard to really see any features of him. The moonlight from outside did let you see the little freckles displayed on his face though.

"U-um... Who... Are you?" the male asked, shutting the door behind him quickly.

"Are you Izuku?" you asked, wondering if you might have gotten the wrong room.

The boy nodded his head.

"Oh, Shoto wanted me to come and grab you," you conversed. You walked over to a bedside table, turning on the lamp that was on it. You didn't really enjoy being in the dark. Once you turned around you finally saw the man you were speaking too. His eyes averted from your figure, you were in a proactive outfit that showed all of your natural curves. He wore a regular shirt and jeans but what had your full attention was the silver cross that dangled from him neck. One word... Innocence.

A sinister smirk appeared on your lips. "Or we can stay here and get to know each other," you suggested, shrugging. You sat on the bed, waiting for Izuku to join you. Izuku was flustered by your boldness. He took a deep breath, thinking back on what Shoto had told him about meeting new people. He never really came out to parties, usually the only places he went that had lots of people is church.

He made his way to your lustful energy. Izuku sat on the bed with you. "I'm Y/n," you greeted.

"I'm Izuku Midoriya," he said, giving an unsure smile.

His emerald colored eyes were a sight to see, they were beautiful. You shook your head, snapping back into reality. Izuku just stared at your own hypnotizing gaze.

"I heard you go to Shoto's school. You believe in God?" you asked, curiously.

"W-what?! Of course I do! God is my ruler. He is my only God," Izuku rambled. You thought his little ramble about God was adorable. He seemed very passionate about his religious beliefs.

All you could do was shrug. "I can't relate but I respect your beliefs,"

"Why can't you relate? Do you not believe in our lord and savior?"

You shook your head 'no', earning an audible gasp from Izuku.

"What? W-why not?"

You began to feel annoyed by the way he was talking. "Izuku, don't you ever have temptations?" you questioned, trying to explain how you feel.

Izuku began to look off to the side. "We aren't supposed to..."

"Well! We are human! We can't help how we feel," you interrupted, laughing.

Izuku cocked his eyebrow. "I never follow my temptations. They must be kept away, giving into them is a sin,"

You rolled your eyes at the word 'sin'. It rolled off his tongue so smoothly, you were buzzed from the party earlier so maybe that's why you decided to say...

"Have you ever sinned?"

Izuku looked at you, his mouth hung agape. You bet he never expected you to ask him such a personal question.

"O-of course not!" he said, furrowing his eyebrows. He seemed offended by the question.

You hummed to yourself, leaning close to the poor boy's face. Suddenly, you found yourself straddling his empty lap. He didn't dare touch or look at you, he was easily embarrassed. His face was a beet red hue. His hands nor face paid attention to the temptation of your body.

"You've never..." you thought. Smirking, you leaned into his ear, "Touched yourself?" you finished. Your breath was close against his neck, making him shiver underneath you.

Izuku's heart beat felt rapid. He had no words, seemingly. Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. He did not partake in such sinful acts.

You almost laughed in his face thinking he was joking. But on further inspection, he seemed dead serious. This made you excited. You loved sleeping with virgins. They always had the whiniest moans and the warmest cum. You loved taking advantage of them, making sure to make them feel pathetic.

Your hand crept up to his face, grabbing his cheek. "Do you want me to show you how to touch yourself, Izuku?" you asked, as innocently as you could.

And with that, you felt something hard underneath you, this boy had gotten a boner, a boner that you wanted to get rid of.

"I...I shouldn't," Izuku mumbled, feeling as if he were spinning.

Your lips found their way on his neck, sucking on his soft skin softly. He let out a whimper, his whimper made you want to go insane. But! You know you should take it slow, it is his first time after all.

"Do you want me to touch you?" you asked, feeling your core already to start to burn.

"N..N..."

"It's a sin to lie, isn't it?" you teased, not really knowing if it was a sin or not.

"Touch me,"

With that being said, you smashed your lips against his. Izuku let you kiss him. But what got him more interested was when you slipped your tongue into his mouth. He seemed like a natural to you. Your tongues were in sync, making you want him even more.

After releasing your kiss to breathe in some air, you looked into his eyes. Lust. He was being lustful in this moment with you. It made you eager to ruin him.

"What do you want me to do to you?" you asked, pushing his back on to the bed. He laid under you as you sucked on his skin, making sure to leave purple marks. They way he crumbled under your touch felt so sexy to you.

"D...Do w-whatever you want to me," he moaned, finally having the courage to put his hands on your waist. They ran up and down your hips. grinding your body slightly on his hard clothed cock.

You smiled, removing your clothes, only having a bra and panties on, this would be his first time seeing a woman naked. You felt excited knowing that. You helped Izuku get him own clothes off, leaving him in his boxers. The tent built up in them almost had you drooling at the sight.

He couldn't look you in the eyes, he stared at the ground, holding his cheeks to relieve them as they were burning. You were stood up, Izuku's legs draped over the bedside, he was anticipating for more.

Getting on your knees, you made sure Izuku kept his eyes directly on you.

"I'm going to show you how to please yourself, kay?" you said, pecking his lips.

"H-ow do I do that...?" he asked, almost stuttering.

Instead of explaining, you grabbed his hand. You wanted to tease him before touching him. You let your warm tongue touch the pads of his finger tips. You noticed his dick twitch due to your action. You began to suck softly and slowly, Izuku was in a trance, wishing it were his cock instead.

"Let me see it now, Zuku,"

Izuku felt his blush come back to him, he must've felt too embarrassed to pull out his cock, he kept stuttering and rambling on and on. You rolled your eyes, playfully, finding your own hands to be the one to reveal his dick. His dick was long and thick, you've never seen such a perfect one.

He whined as your soft hands started pumping his dick slowly.

"This is how to please yourself, give me your hand," you ordered.

Without any thought Izuku gave you his hand. You wrapped his own hand around his dick, making him pump it himself.

"Does that feel good baby?" you asked, ready to make him feel even more relieved.

"Y-yes," he moaned.

You grazed your thumb over the tip making him feel jolts of pleasure.

After watching him pump his cock in front of you a few times, you were ready to wrap your lips around his length. You wanted him to cry out your name- No- You needed him to cry out your name.

You took off Izuku's hand from his own length, giving him your full attention.

"Keep your eyes on me Izuku," you said, in a serious tone.

He nodded his head, fast.

You stuck out your tongue to lick the tip of his dick. He tossed his head back, making you feel more heated. In an instant, you took his whole tip in your mouth, sucking on it soft and slow. He groaned, trying to stop the urge to grab your hair. You noticed his hand hovering over your head, was he trying to be respectful? You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand and placing it in your own hair.

"You can pull my hair baby, don't be shy,"

Izuku blushed at your words but found his fingers gripping right where your scalp is. You loved it, he's learning so easily.

Your wet tongue ran up and down his shaft, earning moans and groans from Izuku. He started to gain more confidence, moving your head down further. He wanted you to take him fully but he was too shy to say.

After a few minutes of pants, moaning, and suckling noises, you felt Izuku get more tense and sloppy as he moved your head. He was close to cumming.

"This... Feels so good," he moaned, his hips rutting upwards on instinct.

"You're such a good boy, does the good boy wanna cum?" you asked, rubbing his dick in your hands. Both of your hands rubbed him in all the right ways.

"C-cum?" Izuku questioned.

Oh of course! He is a virgin, he doesn't know about these things. The cross around his neck was connected to his chest due to the sweat. You laughed in your head, knowing you're stealing one of God's little angels.

"You'll understand when it happens, for now, just lay back and let me make you feel good, hm?"

Izuku understood, laying back down, propping himself on his elbows to look at your face.

You continued to suck on him, anticipating to feel his warm cum on your face.

"W-wait!" Izuku shouted, a look on his face signified he was unfamiliar by the feeling.

You knew what this meant, you kept using your hands and tongue faster.

"A-ah no! Something... Ah~ No I think I'm going to-"

You took out his cock from your mouth, rubbing it up and down while he shot his hot cum on your face. He felt ecstasy.

"S-so good!" he praised, panting.

You licked up all of the cum you could off of his dick, making sure he watched. His face was red.

"That was too good," Izuku said, sitting upwards. He got up to grab his shirt off of the floor. You sighed, understanding he was ready to leave.

"What? Leaving too so-"

He wiped the cum off of your body, feeling embarrassed that you have his sperm all over your cute face. Your cheeks burned up, no one has taken care of you after doing something like that.

"S-sorry about that," he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck.

You gave him a smile, feeling an unfamiliar sensation deep down in your heart. "It's no problem," you said, taking a seat on the bed.

Izuku sat next to you.

"T-thanks for that... I've never done anything like that before," he sighed.

"You think we're done?" you giggled. Of course you weren't!

"Are we not?" Izuku asked, confused.

You shook your head, straddling Izuku's lap. This time instead of being so shy, he seemed less anxious, comfortable, and familiar. His hands gripped your waist, guiding your hips to grind against his dick, causing him to get hard once again.

"Let me ruin you Izuku," you whispered, kissing him passionately. He kissed you back, wanting everything from you. He needed you.

"Please y/n... Ruin me,"

All you could do was smile at his words, he was ready for you and only you.

You got off Izuku, slowly removing your panties. After removing them you sat back down on Izuku's lap.

"What are we doing next?" he asked, fiddling with his hands.

You honestly didn't need foreplay, you were ready for him. You were ready to ruin him, to make him connected to you by soul ties.

"Izuku, lay down," you demanded.

Izuku did exactly what you said, laying down right in the center of the bed, his body propped into the soft, silky pillows.

You crawled over to him like a hunter stalking its prey. You had no hesitation to pounce on him. You hovered yourself over his dick, wanting to see his facial expressions as you put it in. Though you weren't a fan of riding, you always were when it came to virgins.

Your eyes landed upon the cross around Izuku's neck. God can't help his poor soul now.

Slowly, you began to sink down on Izuku's cock.

"Warm... So good," he whispered.

Your gummy walls held onto his dick tightly. The lewd noises you were making were beyond comprehension.

"I can't... Too much," Izuku whined, closing his eyes, holding on to your hips.

"You can take it baby, so big and ready to fill me up," you said, finally pushing yourself on his dick fully.

He let out a moan.

You allowed him to get familiar with the sensation of your walls, not wanting him to cum so quickly.

You began to move yourself up and down, Izuku's hands attached to your hips as you rode him.

His dick filled you up, hitting all the right spots. You moaned, sinking down on his cock.

Moans and whimpers could be heard throughout the room. This feeling is one that you could never give up.

Over time you began to pick up the pace, Izuku was huffing and taking deep breaths as you sped up. He was so sensitive after you made him cum earlier, he wanted to try and make you feel good too, which is why it's taking everything in him not to cum right then and there.

"F-fuck Izuku~" you moaned, feeling the knot in your stomach ready to be released.

You felt yourself moving faster, wanting to chase your own orgasm.

"G-god! So good! I can't hold it in," Izuku whimpered.

You smirked at his words. "God can't help you Izuku," you said, slyly.

For some odd reason that turned Izuku on even more, rutting his hips upwards. He hugged your waist, slamming you down on his cock. You were surprised by his actions but didn't care, he was eager, it's his first time, of course he was.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, feeling your orgasm near closer and closer. You couldn't help your eyes rolling back, it all was too much!

His dick hit your favorite spot, earning loud moans.

"Right there Izuku~" you panted, almost sounding like you were whining.

Izuku understood, moving your hips faster. Fucking into you as much as he could, hitting your spot over and over, continuously.

"Gon-Gonna cum!" you cried, ready to become undone.

Izuku just couldn't contain himself, his dick went in as much as it could, his hot seed pumping inside of you. The warmth of his cum made you reach your climax.

You both panted for air. You got off of the boy, laying beside him. That fucking session was a pretty damn good one.

"Thank you Y/n. I've never felt so alive," Izuku said, turning to face you. He had a smile plastered on him. His smile made your heart flutter.

Your stamina was all used up, you could barely look him in his eyes. You were happy to be of assistance for him.

"You were such a good boy," you said, leaning into kiss him.

He grabbed your cheeks, kissing you until you fell asleep. He wanted to take such good care of you after you helped him out. He placed a cover on top of you, admiring your cute face.

"Asleep already?" Izuku asked.

You didn't hear a word he said, already fast to sleep. You were insanely worn out.

He giggled slightly, kissing the top of your forehead.

...

"Fucking idiot," he muttered, rolling his eyes and getting off of the bed in search for his boxers. "When Shoto said it'd be this easy... I didn't think he meant this easy," he commented, ripping off the cross necklace from his neck. He threw it somewhere in the room, not caring for things like 'God'.

Once he found his boxers, he walked over the the dresser, taking out his phone, hidden behind some perfumes, which was recording the whole scene between the two of you.

"Too damn easy," he smirked, checking the video quickly to see if it captured everything, and trust me, it did.

3 Missed calls from Ochako <3

Izuku scoffed at his notifications, dialing the missing call back. He didn't want to deal with her bullshit right now, he wanted to smoke a quick cigarette before having to be by her side all night. The phone number answered quickly.

"Where are you babe? You've been missing for awhile now," the girl said, sounding worried.

"I just needed some air, I'll meet up with you in a bit,"

"Okay honey, bye, I love you,"

"I love you too,"

#izuku smut #izuku midoria x reader #mha izuku #izuku midoriya smut #midoriya izuku #izuku x reader #mha smut #mha #bnha smut #bnha thirst #izuku midoryia x you #izuku midoryia smut #midoriya smut #izuku mha #plot twist

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oopsallfanfic · 1 year

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Chapter 5: Pretty Boy

At lunch you scribbled over your notebook, scratching out the poem you had started. You procrastinated your project so long that you completely forgot it. As you glanced out the window and stuffed your face with pickled plum and rice, a sneaky thief made off with a piece of your grilled pork. The movement caught the corner of your eyes, your head snapped to see Hanai with a piece of pork halfway to her mouth. Her eyes locked onto her as she quickly stuffed it in her mouth.

“You little shit,” You squinted your eyes and glared at her.

“But your mom’s food is so good!” She whined with a full mouth.

“I know that,” You pulled the bento box closer to you, “Why do you think I ask her to make them for me still?”

“It is strange that a high school third year still has their mom make their lunch?” Hanai puzzled as she began to shovel her rice down.

“Shut up, not so loud, Hanai!” You whispered sharply, looking around to see if anyone noticed. Your eyes landed on Izuku’s desk, he was bent over his notebook again scribbling notes. He admitted to you he had been making mental records about Pro-Hero’s and their abilities. Izuku was quirkless but he studied these heroes like they were going to be on the same fighting field someday. Recently he must have been sleeping late or skipping out on meals because he was looking pretty rough. Fortunately he did have a bento next to him but it looked untouched.

“I was going to ask you about that,” Hanai said as she followed where you were looking. “He’s looked pretty sickly recently, you think there’s something wrong?”

“I don’t know,” You muttered, “Maybe we should pay him a visit after school?”

“I don’t think I’ll be much help,” You turned to see Hanai covering her face with the bento, but you could see the red tint on her cheeks begin to rise. The notion of a crush passed your mind, but you thought Hanai wasn’t into guys at all.

“Hanai,” You said softly, as if trying not to scare a skittish animal. You hesitated on whether to ask her if she had a crush on Izuku or not, the dynamic would change horribly wouldn’t it? Or maybe it already has and you didn’t notice it. “You can have some more pork if you want.”

“Really?” Hanai put down her bento and looked between you and your bento with sparkling eyes.

“Yes,” You sighed as you pushed it closer to her, “But you got to help me come up with something for this poem.”

“Hmm,” She tapped a finger on her chin, “How about your mother, or her cooking even!”

Hanai rewarded her wonderful idea with a piece of pork and kinpira. As she was distracted, you snatched the octopus weeny from her box and plopped it in your mouth. With renewed energy thanks to the octopus weeny, you began to scribble down Hanai’s ideas.

A mother’s love is always true. Without her care, i’ll always be blue. Her food can cure the achiest of pains, Even those that are most mundane. Whether I’m sick, or sore, Or tired, and bored, My mother’s love is always true.

“How about this?” You turned your notebook to Hanai, and returned to eating your lunch.

“You did this just now?” Hanai asked, her voice sounded astonished.

“Yeah,” You said after swallowing, “Why is it that bad?”

“No,” Hanai said, “I mean, it’s by no means a prize winner, but pretty good for, what, 3 minutes?”

“Yeah about 3 minutes I guess,” You shrugged. “Poetry isn’t hard, really.”

“I guess,” Hanai said, returning your notebook, “You also wouldn’t have been this stressed out over it if you had done it over the break like you were supposed to. It would’ve taken the same amount of time.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” You waved her off as you finished your lunch. “But I wouldn’t have had you to give me great inspiration.”

“Aw, you’re making me blush!” She said as she tossed her blonde curls over her shoulder.

You leaned against the window in the hall, the pane opened at an angle to let in fresh air. You closed your eyes and inhaled as the crisp spring breeze flowed in.

“This has to be my favorite time of the year,” You said, watching a cherry blossom leaf flutter away.

“I think the winter is my favorite,” Hanai tapped a finger on her chin as she thought, “No, the summer!”

“Why the summer?” You faced her now, your back to the window.

“My birthday is in August,” She said, “And every year for my birthday for as long as I can remember, my grandma and mom would make me a cake. Vanilla with a strawberry filling and vanilla frosting.”

“Oh, how I long for the sweet taste of processed sugars,” You whined dramatically as you threw your head back

“Drama Queen, just have some silly!” Hanai rolled her eyes and giggled.

“I would if my dad wasn’t treating me like a damn-”

“Give it back!” You heard Izuku whine, a small thud made him screech from inside the room. You and Hanai rush to the opposite side of the hall and looked into the room. Izuku stood at his desk, Bakugo and two of his cronies you recognized as the boys who were responsible for breaking your phone surrounded his desk. The other boys chuckled as Bakugo threw Izuku’s notebook out the window, he bent over to meet him in the eyes as he talked. Bakugo clapped a hand on Izuku’s shoulder and said something that made him quake, as smoke emitted from Bakugo’s hand you stepped into the room.

“Bakugo,” You snapped, he dropped his hand and looked up at you. His mischievous smirk let you know that he was up to no good hovering around Izuku. “Leave him alone.”

“I-I-I’m fine,” Izuku spoke in a quavering voice. “Just go on without me.”

“You heard him, Shortstack,” Bakugo scoffed and gave you a grin, “Beat it.”

Izuku turned back to look at you and Hanai in the doorway. His unruly hair bounced as he gave you two a tight lipped nod. Backing up you grabbed Hanai by her elbow and she yelped, protesting quietly.

“What’re we doing? We have to help him,” Hanai whined.

“Think about it,” You whispered softly as you passed by other students on the way to their activities or home. “If we interfere and pull Izuku out of this situation, he looks weak. Like a wimp because he got saved by not one, but two girls in front of those guys. Izuku is our friend, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to him either but we’d only make the situation worse for him.”

“Oh,” She mumbled softly, looking at the room over her shoulder.

“Come on, you should at least say something back.” said Shoya, one of Bakugo’s friends. The boys had finished picking on Izuku, having been satisfied by the embarrassing notion that he’d have to be saved by two girls because he was so powerless.

“Don’t say that,” Junji mocked, “He’s pathetic, he still can’t face reality.”

“If you wanna be a hero that badly,” Bakugo paused at the rooms exit, turning his head only to look over his shoulder at the quivering boy. Izuku’s shoulders were pinned high in fear. “There’s a quick way to do it. Believe that you will be born with a quirk in the next life and take a last chance dive off the roof.” Izuku turned to fight back, but Bakugo gave him the ugliest sneer. Izuku shook violently as tears began to well in his eyes. “What?”

You couldn’t focus on your homework, the afternoon played out in your head again. You pushed away from your desk and stood to pace your room, tapping your phone against your leg debating whether or not to text Izuku. I hope he’s alright, you thought, He looked pretty shaken up before you left. But he can hold his own right? You pulled open the messenger app on your phone and sent him a text.

You: Hey, you make it home safe?

After double checking your ringer was on, you tucked your phone into your pocket and sat back at your desk to finish up your work. You were just about to focus and finish up your last question when the soft ping alerted you of a text. Just as you stuffed your hand into your pocket, the door opened to your room. Akira Hamamoto stood in the doorway looking between you and the phone being pulled out, he shook his head in disappointment.

“Sweetie, you know you’re not supposed to have that on when you’re doing homework,” Your father stuck out his open palm to you, curling his fingers inward to indicate he wanted your phone.

“B-but I was texting Izuku about a math problem,” You stuttered.

“You and I both know you’re too good at math to be asking someone else for help,” Akira said entirely unconvinced. “Now, give me your phone.”

You reluctantly laid the phone in his hand, he slipped it into his pocket and began to close the door again before poking his head back in.

“Oh, the real reason I wanted to come up here,” he said, “Your mother will have dinner ready a little late today, she got stuck in traffic on the way in.”

“Okay,” You sighed as he closed the door on his way out. You bounced your leg uncontrollably under your desk, the water in your bottle rippling with each move. The feeling of not knowing was killing you, not knowing if Izuku was okay or if he’d been harmed.

You scribbled a half assed answer and silently promised yourself to look over your homework later after you found out if Izuku was safe. You slipped your papers into your bookbag and went downstairs to find your dad. Passing the living room, you found him standing and flipping through the channels on the TV.

“Hey Dad?” You walked over to him and held your hands behind your back, hoping to fool him with the sweetest look his little girl could give him. “Can I have my phone back now? I finished my homework.”

Your father looked over at you, his lips pursed and an eyebrow raised quzically. Without saying a word, he dug in his pocket and handed you the device. You took it and quickly walked towards the genkan to put on your shoes.

“Dinner at 7:00, don’t be late,” He continued flipping through the channels.

“Yes sir!” You slipped on your sneakers and walked out quickly before your father changed his mind. Sliding open your phone from it’s lock screen, you noticed the message you received was from Chiyo, not Izuku replying.

Chiyo: What up dork?

You: Going to visit Izuku, he had a weird run in with Bakugo so I wanna check if he’s alright.

Chiyo: Aww 😣 I hope he’s ok!

You: I think he is, but he hasn’t responded to my texts.

Chiyo: Ur such a gr8 friend! ❤️

You: I know ☺️

Chiyo: Hm not very humble about it tho

You: stfu

Chiyo: ☹️

You had only taken the train over one stop to Izuku’s neighborhood, so it didn’t take long to get to his apartment. You exited the elevator and counted the apartment numbers to yourself silently as you came up on Midoriya's apartment. Almost as soon as you pressed the buzzer, a voice rang out.

“Just a moment!” The door pushed open a second later, a shorter woman in her 40’s with the same green fluffy hair as Izuku’s poked her head out. “Hello! How can I help you, dear?”

“Oh-I-uh,” You stammered. You didn’t consider yourself to be anti-social but you typically prepared what you said ahead of time, this time you were fully expecting Izuku to answer the door. You were going to lay it on him for not answering you after he got home. “Sorry, I’m actually here to see Midoriya, is he home?”

“Oh, my son! No, unfortunately,” Mrs Midoriya said, “You can come in and wait if you’d like.”

She began to step aside as you pulled out your phone to check the time.

“Actually I’m going to have to go,” You said, hesitating whether or not to tell her the altercation Izuku had with Bakugo earlier that day. Typically if a parent catches whiff of their kid being bullied it doesn’t end well or better for anyone. “My mom is going to be finished up dinner soon, I just wanted to stop by.

“I understand,” Mrs. Midoriya smiled sweetly, “I’ll let him know when he gets home, thank you for stopping by!”

“Thank you, have a good evening.” You bowed to her and made the trek back home.

As you made your way into your classroom, the students around you began to crowd together to watch someones phone, a few were sitting back and whispering to each other in low voices. You couldn’t help but wonder if this had to do with the ridiculous rumour that you and Bakugo were dating. That was until you saw Hanai enter with a grim look on her face, as she locked onto you her eyes widened and her lips began to quiver. Hanai rushed over to your desk and squatted to lay her head down on your lap, forcing you to pick up your hands. You gently brushed her long blonde locks as you attempted to soothe her.

“Oh it’s horribly, I can’t believe he had to go through that!” Hanai shook as she spoke.

“What are you talking about, are you okay?” You said softly.

“You mean,” She wiped her eyes and swallowed as she looked up at you, “You mean you haven’t heard? Did you watch the news last night?”

“No? Why?” A look of worry flashed over your face, “What’s going on?”

“It’s Izuku,” Hanai said, concerned drew your eyebrows close, “He got involved in that sludge villain incident last night.”

“What?” Your voice took on a sterner tone than you anticipated, Hanai stood up and pulled out her phone. “They’re probably watching it over there too,” She gestured to the group of kids surrounding one girl with her phone out. “There was a villain that got loose after being captured early yesterday afternoon. Izuku ran in trying to help but it didn’t work at first. It tried to take Bakugo, it-well. You’ll see.”

Hanai pulled up a news reel capturing the event from last night, the scene showed Pro-Hero’s trying to contain fires, push back civilians as the damage spread, and attempt to help something struggling inside of the sludge villain. Each of their attempts were in vain, everything they tried was repelled or went straight through him in a way that it didn’t effect him. You watched as the familiar face of Bakugo Katsuki strained against the hold of the sickly green creature trying to suffocate him. His blonde spikes contrasting against the dark muck that surrounded him. You’re not sure how many noticed, but you could see the sheen in his eyes showing he was on the verge of tears. Your heart ached for the little psychopath, he may have been horrible to people but it didn’t necessarily mean he should die. You almost made Hanai turn it off when you noticed Izuku and his big yellow bag, it whipped around his body as he quickly unzipped and ripped out his notebooks at the villain. In a last ditch effort, he began to claw away at the mud that made up the villain in front of him. You closed your eyes and shook your head softly.

“What was he thinking?” You muttered, “Izuku can’t just run in to a situation like that.”

“But everythings okay,” Hanai closed the app and stuffed the phone in her pocket, “All Might saved them both, and Izuku wasn’t harmed.”

“And Bakugo?” You looked up at her.

“Hospitalized I guess,” She shrugged, “I’m more worried about Izuku, he’s quirkless. He could’ve gotten hurt!”

“Yeah,” You sighed, looking back at his empty desk. “Yeah he is...”

The musical tone rang over the speakers as Mr.Akiyama entered and students scattered to their seats.

“I trust you are all up to date with current news,” His sullen eyes looked over the desks in front of him. “Midoriya will not be joining us in class for the rest of the week in order to recover from the incident. I want you all to be respecftul of his presence when he comes back, now who can give him his missing assignments?”

Hanai raised her hand faster than he could finish the sentence. You were taken aback when she snapped her fingers at you and raised a thumb up. You raised your hand with her, promising to take assignments to him.

“Well I just need 1, but 2 will do.” He muttered to himself.

After swinging by the Midoriya household after school, you thought you’d pay the Bakugo’s a visit. You didn’t see the familiar shuffle of curtains when you arrived, but when you knocked a voice did ring out from behind the door. It opened to reveal the tired face of Bakugo Masaru.

“You’re the neighbors girl right?” He sighed softly, readjusting his glasses, “What can I help you with?”

“I was coming in to check on your family, actually,” You told him, peaking over his shoulder to find no one else in the room. “I heard about the incident this morning, I wanted to see if you needed anything.”

“Thank you dear, but he’s just recovering at the moment,” Masaru said, “I’m sure Katsuki would be delighted to hear that you stopped by asking about his health.”

“Um-actually-” You were about to tell him not to tell Katsuki you came by when another voice interrupted.

“Masaru,” You heard Mitsuki’s voice carry as she walked around the corner, she saw you and broke out into a quivering smile. Mitsuki walked over to you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders in a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around her lightly and held her away as she pulled back. “You came to check on our sweet boy, haven’t you?”

Sweet? You thought to yourself. Mitsuki stepped back, her husband wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“I came to check on the family,” You said, “Wanted to see if there was anything we could do for you all.”

“Oh, how sweet,” Mitsuki cooed, “Thank you so much, dear. I believe we’re fine here, but will give you a call we need anything. Here, come on in, come see Katsuki. I’m sure he’d be delighted to see you.”

“Oh, no, really it’s-”

“I insist, come in,” Mitsuki ushered you into her home, Masaru place guest slippers down for you and made his way towards the kitchen.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” Masaru asked.

“I’m okay, thank you, sir.” You put down your bag and followed Mitsuki as she led you upstairs.

“He was awake when I came to check on him earlier, but he’s been awfully tired today.” Mitsuki said.

When you both made it up the stairs, she guided you to his bedroom. The door was left ajar so you could see his body underneath the sheets from where you were. Mitsuki pushed the door open and let you inside first, letting herself hover under the doorway. The room was incredibly tidy, his desk and the headboard shelf was clean and organized, an extraordinary feat for a teenager if you could say so yourself. Clothes were usually tucked under your bed and your writing utensils hardly made it back in your organizer.. Most of his room was devoid of many knick knacks, save for an All Might poster and an All Might trading card in a hard sleeve presented on an acrylic easel stored in an acrylic box. He did however have a stereo in his room, next to it a stack of CD’s you presumed were punk and metal music considering his... everything.

Katsuki was sound asleep when you entered contrary to what his mother said earlier. His arms were strewn about his squished hair, the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones softened in his sleep. Katsuki’s face looked soft and more round now that he wasn’t scowling constantly. You couldn’t help but think He’s kind of pretty... Holy shit he’s kind of pretty.

“Oh, well that’s alright,” Mitsuki said, “Let’s let him rest for now. Maybe you can come by another time.”

“Y-yeah,” You said as you watched the boy shift in his sleep and lay on his side. “I’d like that.”

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Let's Swap || Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader

A/n : Prompt 5 of the Smutember 2023 ( I mentionned Aizawa and all so let's say it's a College!AU so that they are all adults )

The list of promps is HERE

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Warnings : doggy style, biting, mating press, slight cockwarming, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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Word count : 1351

You never thought you’d see the day something like this could ever happen. Things have always been the same way. You were the “dominant” one and he was the one who was a little bit more unsure about the whole situation, and this no matter how many times you guys found yourself in the throes of passions and desires.

You were always on top no matter what position you found yourselves in. It could be a face off ( 🙂 ), a cowgirl or even during the missionary you are the one who fucked yourself on him. When he ever got on top it was usually - again - nothing more sophisticated than a simple missionary, that he, by the way, would execute almost as if he was scared to bother you.

Today, things felt a little bit different though. Izuku had had an unusual day. First in class he got a lot of good grades, even one higher than Momo. Then during his training, Aizawai paired him with Bakugo and Shoto and he won against both of them during the several fights the professor arranged. Therefore his ego and confidence felt boosted like never before. So tonight, on one of these days you both know you’re going to find the other for some intimate time later, he came with a specific idea in mind.

Everything went smoothly, well until THAT moment came across. When you straddled his lap and grounded on his hardening length. His fingers twitched at his sides for a brief moment, as his face became redder and redder. He wanted to tell you, that just for tonight, at least, he wanted to swap things a bit. But now that you were on him, stimulating his throbbing member like that he didn’t know anymore. Thankfully, you were always attuned to his needs and you felt that shift as soon as your eyes locked. Yes, he was always flustered and a bit awkward during love making but now it felt as if he was holding something back.

“Izuku what are you thinking about, my pretty hero” you asked, never ceasing your movements on his lap.

He swallowed hard as he internally debated if he should voice this little idea of his. But something between your soothing voice calling him your hero and your weight on him made him long for more. He took a deep breath before speaking, his hands started to go in every direction as he said “I-I was wondering if you would like… well it’s fine if you don’t want to, but I wanted to know what it was to erm… until you prefer to keep things like this. You know with you huhhhh on top…”

you let him continue his ramble a bit longer but after 3 minutes you spoke up “Okay but now try shorter” you kissed his cheek as you finally stopped moving to let him think and express himself properly ( but between us that happens all the time )

“I-I want to… to be in charge. Just for this once- only if you want it too. Your comfort is my top prio-” he was cut by your kiss. It was sweet, full of reassurance and oh so hungry. Gosh you loved to be on top but seeing him in charge is such a turn on. And at this point you’re miles away to know what he means by that ( keep it sweet though it’s Izuku we are talking about )

“I’m okay with it. Just this once and every other time that will follow” you explained, it was a good thing to see him this much at ease with you. So you took the lead and took your clothes off before lying on the bed, thinking he was going to go for a missionary as per usual, when he wanted to be in charge.

Though the green haired boy kept his clothes for a little longer as he continued “N-not like this… I w-want you too-” but he struggled to voice his need - besides he doesn’t know how to call this position. So he gently took your hands and brought you to your knees before gently pushing you down for you to end up on all four “O-okay. A-are you fine like that ? Is it okay ?” he was so cute, always wanting to make sure you were comfortable.

“I’m a little cold” you teased, trying to alleviate the pressure you knew he was experiencing. Soon after he undressed and joined you on the bed, the sounds of the sheets rustling as he shuffled to get behind you.

His hard length nudged against your ass cheek as he found purchase on your hips “T-tell me if it feels uncomfortable at any point. N-now I’m going to- aah” he moaned as the swollen tip of his length pushed past your folds. He almost struggled to enter you without cumming right away “You’re… ugh it’s so tight” he whimpered, surprisingly you felt so much tighter like this than when you were on top or on missionary.

Once he was fully sheathed inside you, you both let out a gasp as if this was the only thing that lacked in your life. Soon enough he started to move. Not making direct eye contact with you allowed him to feel less unsure, besides your moans only proved to him that he was doing things the right way for you. His hips started to slap harder against yours. The room rapidly filled with the news noises of the squelching of your cunt around his cock and the sound of his balls slapping your ass. Gosh he was really about to make you cum like this.

Though he was as close as you and he really wanted you to come first. So he liked his fingers and his hand snaked between your legs as he looked for your clit. Once he found the bundle of nerves he made quick circles, making your hips buck against his hand.

You fucked yourself back against him, this position was on a whole new level compared to your usual habits. He felt a torrent of love for you, his motion never losing any power. He peppered your back with open mouthed kisses, before his teeth found their way to the tender flesh of your shoulder. He just needed to bite on something to keep himself from letting go of everything as he felt your walls tighten around him.

Then as if on cue your orgasm hit you head-on, your legs quivered and if it wasn't for his strong arms to keep you up you would have fallen head first against the mattress. He kept fucking you, but at some point he got overwhelmed, so he gently laid you on the bed, never breaking your connection. Once you were there he pinned you down on the bed and kept going until his length spasmed and spurted hot ropes of cum with each beat of his heart.

He let his body fall on top of you, with his cock still deep inside you that started to soften. His breathing was erratic but it was all worth it.

“breathes in Are you out okay ? in I didn’t out hurt you in right ? out” even after everything he still worried about you.

“That was perfect Izuku” you answered, bringing your arm back to gently play with his hair “You were a great success today… damn I didn’t know you could fuck me like that”

He flushed at your words “T-thank you Y/n... I didn't expect it to turn like that” he said rubbing the back of his head

“I just hope it’s going to be more than this once” you said hoping he would feel comfortable enough to do this again. That’s when he surprised you again “I-if you want… give me about 20 minutes and I’ll gladly c-continue” it sounded more like a question but you knew this didn’t let him indifferent.

“That’s fine by me. Let’s swap” you cheered, making a huge smile spread on his adorable face.

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