#hoe shit

I'm like if a homoerotic painting hated itself.

Tw nudity

*ahem*

I give you Exhibit A:

(With some other people because they are all some scandalous hoes)

Pt.8 I Fucked Your Man (and you can’t do anything about it)

The hero charity ball was one of the biggest events of the year in Japan. This was Miku’s first time singing at the event, as the headlining performer no less, and as excited as she was, she was also relieved that it was almost over. She had one more set to perform before the event wrapped up and she was spending it trying to soothe her tired throat by holding cold water in her mouth and warming it on her tongue before swallowing.

The trick was helping, but She hoped none of the heroes or organizers would approach her to have a conversation while she was holding luke warm water in her mouth like a guppy.

Miku felt a tap on her bare shoulder.

So much for that.

“Try this.” A gruff voice spoke up from behind her.

Swallowing awkwardly, Miku turned. She immediately recognized the handsome, broad shouldered blonde as the hero Ground Zero aka Bakugo Katsuki. The man held a small cup of tea with a silver spoon in front of her wearing an open smile. Miku stared at it blankly.

“For your throat.” He explained slowly with an amused smirk.

“Oh? Oh! Thank you!” Miku grabbed the teacup with a surprised smile.

“Tch. Well, It was cute watching you try to be discreet with the whole water trick at first..then it just started getting sad.”

“Oh god. You noticed?” Miku’s cheeks burned. “Everyone must think I look like an idiot.” She chuckled nervously before taking a sip of the tea. It tasted like ginger and honey.

As she drank, Bakugo settled into the seat beside her, propping his chin on his fist With a lazy little smirk.

“I have a friend whose a singer. I know all the tricks, but I doubt any of these dumb asses realized what was going on. Is it good?” He nodded towards the tea.

“It’s delicious, thank you.” Miku replied, pleasantly.

“I didn’t know how you would like it so I told them not to make it too bland or too sweet.”

Miku gave him an impresses look.

“A true hero even off duty, huh?” She laid a hand on his bicep, and then choked in surprise. “Oh, Wow you’re jacked.” She squeezed his arm.

Bakugo laughed. It was rough, but warm and genuine and made her smile.

“But seriously,” Miku giggled, “Thanks a lot, I owe you one.”

“Oh?” Bakugo cocked a brow. “Well, if you really want to repay me, how ‘bout dinner next weekend?”

Miku’s smile widened. “Deal.”

The man’s expression softened. “Good. Now where’s your dumb ass management? Clearly they need their ass whooped for not having tea and water available for their star.”

She laughed.

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Miku set the microphone back on the stand on the final note, eyes still fixed on her boyfriend who was sitting at one of the empty tables front row and center.

“That’s a wrap! Sounded great, Shiro-san.”

“Thank you.” Miku held a thumbs up to the sound and stage crew before stepping off and heading towards her boyfriend.

“Who let you in here during my rehearsals?” She teased.

“Considering the fat check I cut these fuckers every year for this damn event, they better let me in here.” He shot back with a grin, passing her a venti cup of steaming tea.

“Mmm.” She sighed contentedly as she sipped. “Seeing you sitting there reminded me of the first time we met.”

Katsuki looped an arm around Miku’s shoulders as she waved good bye to the team.

He chuckled.

“It was at this same venue four years ago at the hero charity ball. You were performing in that sexy ass gold dress and you were trying warm up water in-“

“In my mouth!” They finished at the same time with a laugh. “And then you cursed out my management for not having tea ready for me after my set.”

“Those idiots deserved it,” Bakugo scowled. “You were their star. The hell do you look like having to hold water in your mouth like an amateur?”

The woman chuckled.

Katsuki squeezed Miku’s shoulders, pulling her closer. “It’s one of the best memories of my life.” He planted a kiss on her forehead.

“You’ve been awfully sweet lately. What’s gotten into you?”

“The hell do you mean?” Katsuki asked, leading her out to the Lamborghini parked at the back entrance.

“I meeean, I’m wondering what you want.”

He opened the car door to let her inside before slipping into the drivers seat.

“Alright, the jig is up. I wanted to talk.”

“About..?”

“About us.”

“Uh oh.” Miku frowned. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“What? Hell no!” Katsuki balked, side eying his girlfriend. “Why would you go for the worst case scenario? It’s about the charity ball.”

“The charity ball? What about it?”

He let out a troubled sigh that grabbed Miku’s attention. She frowned.

“It’s Eijirou. You remember the guy he was seeing?”

“Jean, The little cutie that worked in support at Endeavor’s agency?”

“Yeah,” Katsuki’s brow furrowed, “Jean broke up with him.”

“What?!”

“Yup.”

“Oh my god. They seemed so good together. Poor Eiji.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty hurt about it.”

Miku pouted. “I hate that for him.” She whined.

“Yeah,” Bakugo sighed, “babe, I know that night is kind of special to us, but I was wondering if you’d be cool with him tagging along with us to the ball? If you don’t want a third wheel, I totally—“

“Are you kidding? Kiriboo could never be a third wheel! Of course he can come with us. Y’all can hang out while I perform my sets, then the three of us will have fun together.” She squeezed her boyfriend’s arm affectionately. “We’ll make him forget all about his shitty ex, right babe?”

Katsuki shot her a grin.

“Hell yeah, Dove.”

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“So your master plan of making me seem too sad to handle going to a party by myself actually worked?”

“She agreed didn’t she?”

“But you didn’t tell her the real motive behind it?”

“I don’t have to tell her, Miku’s a freak. She’ll be down for it.”

“I don’t know, bro. I‘d feel more comfortable knowing she knows what’s going on.”

Katsuki shook his head.

“You dumb ass, if I bring up the threesome to her by myself, she’ll freak out and start thinkin’ im trying to be on some cheating shit, but if the three of us are just chilling and having a good time together...” he trailed off, grabbing Kirishima’s collar, tugging the man forward until they were nose to nose. “It’ll be more organic.”

“So, it will seems like it was more her idea?”

“Exactly. Look, I know my baby girl, and the only thing she likes more than attention is being catered to. We’ll put all our effort into making this all about her. She’ll love it, and eventually, it’ll be the three of us.”

Kirishima’s eyes darted to his lover’s lips.

“Keep talking like that, and you’re gonna have a problem on your hands, Katsu~” he teased.

Bakugo scoffed.

“You could never a problem, babe.”

He closed the space between them for a kiss.