Welcome To The Madness, Enter At Your Own Risk

The harsh slam of the door echoes in the room after your dearest "best friend" forcefully shoves you inside. There’s no doubt he’s angry but you’re not one to care about his petty little feelings. "Fucking Great Seven, Y/N - why do you have to act like you're such a whore all the goddamn time?...!" Ace immediately starts ranting the moment you two are alone. You can't help but roll your eyes, flopping on the bed and crossing your legs. 

If there's one thing you learned in NRC, it's knowing when to use your charms to get out of certain situations. Be it flirting or "acting like a whore" as your best friend describes it. People in this world aren’t exactly the kindest so what’s wrong with a little foul play? However, Ace unfortunately saw you acting like a helpless little puppy in the middle of the street which leads you to your current predicament.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from dangerous people?” He’s a bit of a hypocrite for scolding over this insignificant event, that you’ll most likely forget, since he’s done things much worse compared to flirting with other students.

“How many times do I have to tell you to avoid doing stupid things?” You rebut, scoffing with a scowl.

Ace runs his fingers through his hair, pushing his hair back in frustration. You’ve always been difficult to understand - from how you become so caring and loving when you’re worried for him to how you become an little insufferable bitch you are, not knowing when to fucking shut your mouth. “How many times do I have to say that your dumbass belongs to me? I'm not exactly fond of sharing my playthings.” He seethes. Although he means well, his words are translated differently.

"Oh?" You tilt your head and the amusement in your voice is clear. "Is this jealousy I see? Are you jealous, Trappola-san?" You lean back while your hands support you from behind - the absolutely smugness radiating off you is palpable. “Last time, I checked I don’t belong to anyone. But you can dream, I guess.” You let out a small laugh as your eyes glint in mischief, irking your acquaintance and pushing his buttons further.

The two of you somehow always return to this bickering state. Others reckon that your arguments with Ace are more often than the arguments Ace has with Deuce despite their notable rivalry. It's hard to find a common ground with the red head when you're as prideful as him. But you have to admit that riling him off is just as fun as facing the consequences of your actions. You can almost taste it - being filled up, feeling the angry head of his cock hit the spongy spot of your cervix as if he’s attempting to break it.

People would describe you as - what's the word? ah yes, "masochistic." You never really classify yourself as one but you often enjoy being put in place by your friend. See it as a give-and-take deal: you save him from his stupidity then makes you his personal cross-eyed fucktoy. It’s not a bad deal but the thought of your dearest friend fucking you into oblivion creates slick between your legs. Frankly, you’re too excited to care - too horny for his cock to care.

The dreadful silence fills the atmosphere. The expression on the red head’s face is unreadable which makes you blink twice, trying to decipher what’s going on in his head. One of his hands grabs his lower face before shoving both of them in his pockets. “Strip.” His voice is demanding, lacking his usual playful nature. Even though you know this is where it was going to lead to, you still can’t help but be shocked. “What?” was the only word that left your mouth.

Ace seemingly has enough - his footsteps are heavy against the floorboards and his grip on your wrist is tight enough that you’re sure it’s going to be bruised sooner or later. The red head doesn’t waste any more time before roughly kissing you. You moan in surprise before you use your free hand to push him away but Ace reprimands you by grinding his knee against your sex, eliciting a desperate moan - to which he takes as an opportunity to shove his tongue inside your mouth.

This is already too much for you to handle. You can barely breathe with the way he sucks on your tongue while forcing you to choke on his. His unoccupied hand kneads on your breasts, making you whine under his touch and unconsciously tug him by his collar. You feel his fingers hurriedly unbutton your uniform and you opt to help him unbuckle his belt. His tongue flicks yours as the pressure on his knee lets you experience heights of adrenaline that wants you to see how this’ll end.

The first year is the first to break the kiss and he takes in the sight of your flushed face - reddened cheeks and tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, all fucked out from a kiss. But the drunk smile on your face makes his eyebrows meet. “Why do you have to be so fucking annoying?” He hisses when you palm his half-hard cock. As much as he wants to lie to himself, he can’t. Not with the way you immediately fall apart with a few measly touches… Your lewd noises are affecting him so much he finds it embarrassing. 

Ace removes your clothes before he shoves you down on your bed, face first against the soft pillow, in contrast with his rough hand pushing down between your shoulder blades to keep you still. “Always mouthing off like a goddamn know-it-all bitch.” He rambles bitterly while sharply removing your bottoms. You shiver when you feel the cold air hit your bare cunt, softly whining.

You hear his patronising laugh when he plays with your slit, inserting a finger easily and your cunt flutters around the knuckle. “For someone who runs off their mouth, you sure shut up when you’re put to your place, prefect.” Despite the humiliating position, you’re in you do your best to turn your head to face him. “Trappola-san…” Your voice is sweet and inviting like a siren calling out to an unfortunate sailor. “Burn in hell.” You giggle when you visibly see the vein on his forehead.

Forcing a grin, Ace takes his cock and taps it against your clit - causing you to whine. He laughs at himself for playing right into your games but he wants to feel your cunt clenching around his dick now.  “You really piss me off, prefect.” He aligns himself as he watches the head of his cock sink into your folds. It’s a bit mortifying to say that if it weren’t for his pride, he would’ve cum the moment he bottoms out. You’re just too much - too proud, too infuriating, and too goddamn perfect of a brat not to fuck into submission. Burying his cock to the hilt, he pants - the feeling of your walls clamping on his length is sending him to delirious frenzy.

Your best friend lets out a stuttered sigh as he drives his hips swiftly and a little too accurately when he hits your g-spot with each one. The pornographic whine that escapes you is heavenly to the first year - allowing him to get more drunk on your pussy, enjoying how it’s practically sopping inside of you.

 “Ace-” You hear him laugh once more - a little too demented for your liking. There’s a slight burn on your scalp when Ace grabs your hair to lay your head on his shoulder, your back arched beautifully as he watches you lose your mind when he ruts into you like an animal. 

You’re crying. Dry tears decorate your cheeks as new ones cascade with his merciless drag of his cock, feeling it throb inside you. “Aw, look at that. Little prefect’s crying over some cock.” He cooes condescendingly but he knows this little facade of him won’t stay forever. 

”I have to admit, Prefect, You’re annoying when you run your mouth endlessly. But you’re fucking adorable when you start to babble how good my cock fucks a slut like you. Let’s get to that shall we?” The offer makes a shiver of bliss run down your spine before your face hits the pillows, your tears staining the fabric. 

Ace can never admit to it but no matter how much he denies the reality, he does, in fact, adores you - especially so when you’re cockdrunk. “Ace!” He hears it like a mantra, praying for something only he can give you. It feeds his ego and dissolves every single anger and resentment he felt for you. It’s something he can’t explain or understand but this side of him brings both something unruly and helpless - two contradicting words that define his true emotions. 

“Fucking greedy cunt… Every time I push my cock inside, it’s like your pussy doesn’t want me to leave.” Ace laughs as he watches the labia suck him in, drawing out a loud groan from the first year. “Do you like this, Y/N? Do you like how I treat you like a common whore? You want me to fuck you like this? You know you can just ask, prefect. It’s not that hard.” Ace bites his tongue from moaning when your cunt gives an involuntary clench.

His words don’t help your peace of mind. You’re drooling all of the sheets and your eyes are rolling back as he’s fucking you silly. You can feel the pulsing of your own walls against his member and your mind only drifts to the lewd squelches of your meeting sex, hearing your own indecency that your wet cunt is producing due to the constant movement.

He’s always mean when you’ve done something he doesn’t like but god, does it feel heavenly. Each time he manhandles you, you’re sure it’ll leave a mark. Each time he plants a kiss on your neck, you’re sure it’ll leave a mark. To him, it’s staking a claim but for you, it’s driving him to this mental state - one where he’s forced to fuck the brat out of you and you’re crying out his name for more.

“Your pretty pussy is more honest than you, sweetheart. It looks so much better when my cock is sliding in and out of it too, y’know? Be a peach and answer the question, prefect.” Ace grins when one particular thrust hits your cervix, causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy. “Yes! Fuck yes!” His continuous onslaught to your holes blurs your vision as it’s clouded with white spots, unable to process anything except his cock stirring up your insides. 

His grin signifies his triumph in his own way. He was so fucking annoyed when he saw you, touching, holding another person and calling out to them like a bitch in heat - it almost looked like you were begging to be split open. He didn’t like that feeling, the overwhelming feeling of possessiveness that makes him jealous. But right now, when he sees that your pussy is gripping his cock like a vice, he’s satisfied. Because he knows the only time you’ll act like a whore is when you want a good hard fucking from him and him alone. 

Ace knows he’s being selfish to want more than what both of you have. But it’s not like it’s going to make a difference anymore. If the both of you actually get together… What changes? He’ll still fuck you like this, treat you as he’s always treated you. But the concept of being together entices him because everyone will know you’re his - not just someone that warms your bed at night. 

With a laugh, he gently pats your head. “That’s my desperate little whore. I’m gonna cum inside you, m’kay? You’ll take all of it like the good cumdump you are, won’t you?” His breath hits your ear and you shake within his grasps, nodding desperately as you get nearer to your impending release. 

Ace can’t help but be amused by your little sinful desires that he’s only allowed to fulfil. Perhaps a thank you is in order and he should be grateful that you allow him to see a side of you, no one else will see because you’re his - his darling prefect. “Good little slut.” The patronising praise and the sudden rolling of his thumb against your clit finally pushes you to cum, fluids streaking down all over his cock and lower abdomen.

The red head doesn’t fair well, when his pace becomes more sloppier as he becomes more greedy to reach his orgasm before finally following suit, the contraction of your walls too tight for him to even breathe, thrusting and fucking you through your high - making sure he fucks his cum back into you. 

The atmosphere is filled with the both of you panting and gasping for air and the smell of sex enveloping the room is unmistakable. Two individuals lying about their feelings only express their mutual love for each other in their own stupid way, a grin forcing its way of both of their faces that explores the idea of a silent agreement. 

I am yours and you are mine.

Though the sweet sentiment is there, you take a deep breath before you push him off of your back and lay on your back. Your “best friend” simply watches your chest heave up and down, his eyes fixated on your tits like a horny teenage boy and you roll your eyes. “You know you underestimate your own strength.” You say as you rub your wrists and feel the soreness of your own body. He just chuckles as a response, pushing his hair back to lessen the accumulated sweat he’s built up. 

Ace pushes your legs before spreading them open just to see your pussy and with his thumb, he spreads your lips to observe his seed dripping lightly from your gaping hole. “What the hell are you doing?” Your words halt his actions but the sinister smile on his face says otherwise. “Your cute cunt’s clenching around nothing just to keep my cum inside. D’ya think she wants more?” 

Teasing little shit never fails to annoy you. But you only match his wickedness when you place your hand on his cheek, your thumb massaging his face. “Then get to it, sweetheart.”

Your back is pressed against a cool, slightly wet, smoothed out rock— body splayed out against the surface while your lower half is forced hovering over the dark blue, salty and sticky, ocean water by a blushing, octopus merman’s tentacles. Your tender skin is warm to the touch, slick and glistening from sweat, sensitive from the overwhelming pleasure. There’s a small puncture on your neck that appeared when Azul bite into the flesh to mark you only to end up accident injecting venom that made you completely paralyzed at the mercy of a needy cecaelia— the lustful, intense, and vulnerable feeling was an after effect of the venom.  

Thick, large, eager, and restless tentacles of Azul wrap around your plush body in a firm grip; thighs, legs, and ankles are wrapped by the slimy appendage as the suckers taste the sweet flavor of your skin. The small, scattered spots on the tentacles change in an unpredictable manner, their color alters between soft lilac, baby blue, and dark purple. The biology of the cecaelia would be quite hypnotizing if you were able to focus on anything.

“Haah—! Fuckk. . A-azul!” You whine out his name in a breathless, broken, loud, and exhausted voice.

You gasp out weakly, squirming lightly from the overwhelming stimulation. . in response, the tentacles around your lower half tightens to keep you from writhing as they kneed and squish at your body. Azul cries out your name when your gooey walls spasming around his thick length, his cheek dusted in a mixture of light lilac and blue. Those greedy hands of his dig into the soft flesh of your hips, thumb pressing into the tender skin of your belly. 

Azul grips onto you tightly as his hip snaps into yours, causing his deliciously thick and long hectocotylus to plunge deep into your drooling hole. With each relentless and rough thrust he does, his length stretches your walls wiide open; it has your eyes rolling back and lips parting to moan out his name in ecstasy. Your boyfriend gazes deeply at you, eyes dilated in pure bliss as he drinks up your fucked-out expressions; eyes rolled back, brows furrowed, cheeks flushed, drool seeping from parted lips, and the slight change in your eyes.

You look beautiful like this. . Your body jolts and shivers in pleasure, gooey walls quivering around his length— helplessly creaming around his hectocotylus until you feel like you’re drowning from overstimulation.

“Ohmygod. .! A- azul —mmhp. . b- babe!” You babble out loudly, sweat covered thighs trembling in his tentacles when azul presses perfectly against your g-spot.

“Haah. . m-my sweet pearl —nghh! D- don’t squeeze me s- so tightly!” Azul whimpers out, tears dripping from his glossy eyes as he babbles out his confession of love to you. . in a very shameless manner.

Another one of his tentacles lifts from the salty water, suctions hovering over the twitching and engorged bundle of nerves above your filled hole.

“Haah—! W- wait. . azul! Ca- can’t take it —nngh! Too biggg” you squeal out loudly, hands attempting to find purchase on his tentacles.

In response, Azul’s tentacles dart to wrap around your wrist.

“Mmhp! N- no, don’t squirm from me, my s- sweet pearl” he cries out, moaning softly at the delicious flavor of your skin melting onto his tongue.

The suction on your clit has you wailing louder than ever,  the poor bud sensitive from how the needy octopus was dragging his thick tongue against the hood— lips wrapping around it to suckle gently until you were gasping out his name. Azul was insatiable, slurping and lapping at your syrupy pussy as if it would save him from his rut. . drunk off the flavor of your addictive flavor. 

“M- my pearl. . pleasepleasepleaseplease” Azul chants out, tentacles wrapping tighter around you as his hectocotylus presses into your gummy walls. . twitching  and throbbing as it leaks inhuman amounts of precum inside your already white- covered walls.

“—please. . lo-love all of me, I beg of you” he whines in a desperate tone, angling his hips to pound into your g-spot until you're losing your breath. 

His cum makes everything sound even more nasty, the wet sloshes and squelches of your pussy as Azul easily slides back into your pussy from the wetness. But it’s too much. . a copious amount of his thick cum dribbles around the base of his hectocotylus, creamy white sliding down the curve of your ass. You’ve both created such a mess, a mixture of mostly his and your cum coating the surface below your body.

“Oohfuck! ‘M c- cumming again! Nnghh!” You wail out, eyes rolling back, back arching as you squirt around his thick length.

You want to squirm so badly, but you can’t, Azul’s venom runs through your blood. . keeping you pliant. He moans out your name, burying himself to the hilt of your velvety walls there’s a pleasurable tingle in your lower half. The grip on your hip tightens as thick ropes of cum shoots into your creamy walls, your stomach looks bloated, the excess cum spilling from your poor, abused hole.

The cecaelia leans in close, effectively trapping you against the ground as he kisses and laps at your marked up neck, hectocotylus still throbbing in your slick walls with need even though you’ve been fucking alll night. 

“Wahh. . haah, on- one more time, my beloved pearl” Azul pants out, slowly pulling his length until he watches his cum bead from your hole, only to push himself to the hilt of your cunt with a wet plapp. 

Azul drives himself slowly into your pussy, hectocotylus dragging against your walls. You murmur out his name, melting from the pleasure as he uses your body. If anyone was to visit the beach at this late hour, they would only hear the wet squelchh and sloshing sound, loud, high pitched moans and whimpers of someone’s name.

₊˚.༄ JADE LEECH

Moray eels actually don’t have an established mating season like octopuses— instead, when the temperature above Coral Sea turns blazing warm, Jade becomes clingy and attached to you

Like moray eels; Jade ensures that he feeds his dear mate more than enough food, preferring to initiate a sweet, dizzying dance with you

Your back arches from the smooth, completely soaked, mossy surface of the grotto—trembling against the ground as your lower half is submerged in the salty ocean water, plush thighs parted wiide open to accommodate the large, transformed eel that’s between it. Your tingles from the sweet abuse of overwhelming pleasure; plush body  covered in deep, bloody bite marks, covered in bruises from the eager and greedy hands of Jade, a mixture of sweat and dried cum coating your tender flesh. You feel as if you tried to fight a deep sea creature, only to lose miserably.

Jade has himself wrapped snuggly around your warm and soft skin, webbed fingers pressed between your connected bodies to roughly rub at the bundle of twitching nerves above your stuffed hole. His fingers are precious and nimble, rolling your puffy clit with the perfect amount of pressure to have you quivering around his length. His lips are pressed against the skin of your neck, hungrily slurping, lapping, and sucking at your tender flesh.

“Haaah—! Nghh! Too muchh, Jade!” You gasp out loudly between broken and breathless moans, gasps, and whimpers of the eel’s name.

His sharp nails dig into your plump hips, eliciting a hiss of pain when blood prickles from the puncture. Jade snaps his hips into yours, driving his thick, long, and deliciously big cock deeper into your gooey walls. With each mean and rough thrust of his hips into yours, an obscure, wet squealchh of your sopping pussy fills the grotto.

Jade sadistically grinds at the helpless expression on your face, thick cock bobbing in your velvety walls— his lips find yours in a passionate and needy manner, long tongue dragging against yours in an eager manner. He ruts deeper into your creaming cunt, faster and deeper— his nimble fingers rubbing slowly, firm circles over your swollen clit until it has your thighs trembling from the overwhelming stimulation. Underneath your body, a pool of cum that’s a mixture of yours and mostly his gets larger and larger from how globs of cum drips from the curve of your ass to the surface below.

In a honeyed voice, he groans out your name when your velvety walls quivering around his thick length, squeezing him so tightly it has his breath hitching. Through hooded and clouded eyes, Jade peers out a blissed out face, grinning when he sees the helpless expression on your face; fat tears dripping from your glossy eyes, swollen lips parted as sweet moans of pleasure leave them, and the delicious peak of your marked up neck from his sharp teeth. . god he could get addictive to the sight of you all pliable for only him. His thick cum, stuffed deep in your pussy, allows him to slip into your cunt with each thrust, a wet slosh echoing throughout the grotto.

“Oh, my sweet pearl” Jade purrs out in that honeyed tongue, his larger form cages you against the mossy ground as the inhuman cock bullies its way in and out of your dripping pussy with a wet sloshh.

“Q- quite the mess you’ve made —mmhp. .” He mutters between velvety groans, webbed hands pressing harder into your clit it has you choking on a moan.  

“Try not to waste my seed, my d- dear. . -haaah” Jade groans out, every thrust had his hips slamming into yours until your thighs ached from being forced apart. 

Jade presses himself harder onto you, burying his face deeper into the space between your shoulder and neck— warm breath fanning on your exposed. You let out a high pitch whine when his sharp teeth digs into the flesh of your neck, blood oozing from the puncture on the neck. He’s quick to drag that slimy, thick, and long tongue against the tender flesh of your neck— lewdly slurping at your skin as your blood coats his lips and neck. 

“Nngh—! F- feels too good! Mmhp. . J- jade!” You gasp out between moans, wailing loudly when his free hands digs into the soft flesh of your thighs.

That heat in your lower belly snaps unexpectedly, white hot heat as you lewdly squirt from the pleasure for the nth time tonight— juices spraying onto his lower stomach. Jade groans out your name from how your gooey walls spasm and tighten around him, hips flushed with yours as his cock bobs and throbs violently. He keeps himself buried deep as thick ropes of cum coats your already whites-covered walls, fat globs of white cum drools from your messy pussy. . dripping onto your ass. 

Jade slowly pulls out, tons of strings of arousal forms between your bodies, slamming his hips back into yours with a wet plap— pushing his cum back into your velvety walls. 

“My sweet pearl —haah. . do not waste my hard work. . ngh” he says simply, setting a pace; slowly pulling out a seeing the way your hole quivers around his inhuman cock before plunging himself back into you, roughly. 

Perhaps if you ignored your boyfriend’s honeyed voice cooing out to you. . begging you to help him with his upcoming rut, you might not have been pliable and overstimulated. After all, moray eels don’t have a scheduled mating season.

₊˚.༄ FLOYD LEECH    

similar to his brother, Floyd courts you in the traditional style a moray eel would; giving you a filling and delicious meal, dancing with you until you feel dizzy, soaking you in all his attention and affection

However, his favorite way to court his shrimpy is by opening his mouth and closing it repeatedly towards you 

Floyd is cruel when it comes to mating, soo eager to finally claim you that it comes out rough and borderline manhandling in his own passionate way

Compared to his brother, he prefers to mark every single inch of your body with his teeth, tongue, nails, and hands— he really gets addicted to how soft and supple your body is compared to all those other guppys in the Coral Sea!

The dark ocean’s cool, salt-laden water clings onto your exposed, flushed, and sensitive flesh— with each gentle wave of water that crashes onto your body has your skin tingling. Your breath is ragged and heavy from exhaustion, desperately trying to catch your breath as your head barely remains above the pitch black surface of the ocean. It’s hard to breathe when your son cries of pleasure interrupts you everytime; loud moans, shrill gasps, honeyed whimpers of Floyd, breathless mewls. 

It’s even harder when a certain moray eel merman seemingly can’t survive a mere second without his lips pressed firmly against yours; the intense flavor of metallic from your blood and salt from the ocean water lingers on Floyd’s lips. . coaxing you to eagerly reciprocate the way his snake-like tongue darting to flick against yours. What was originally supposed to be an exciting beach date with your dear boyfriend led to the cyan colored hair boy becoming more touchy, sweetly aggressive, overwhelming for your full attention. He opens his mouth as wide as he could in a barely concealed excited manner, gifting you the sight of the two rows of pointy teeth.

It was a repeating cycle; he’d unlatch his jaw wiiide, stare at you, close his mouth and pouts when you give him a confused look. . perhaps this was a moray eel trait that someone failed to inform you about. It was until you finally parted your lips to show Floyd your mouth that he instantly brightens up as he coos out your name in a honeyed voice, cackling at that dumbfounded expression on your pretty face. He quickly transform into his natural form, swimming further and further away from the sandy surface— peering at you with an expectant glint in his eyes. 

Within the few seconds of you being in the deep part of the ocean with Floyd, he’s already hungrily pawing and tugging at your swimsuit— the loud rippp of the fabric being torn from greedy hands. His eyes are dilated and clouded with unhidden intense desire— slowly swimming around like a predator stalking its prey. At first, your slick back was pressed against a rough rock that hadn’t appeared above the ocean’s surface— plush thighs parted wiide to allow the needy merman settle between them. . causing a pleasurable ache in your legs.

Those webbed hands of his digs into the soft chub of your thighs, sharp nails poking into your flesh until small dots of scarlet pools from your skin. . eliciting a honeyed gasp from your swollen lips. Floyd’s tongue— long, thick, and sloppy from eagerness drags against your cunt. . parting your syrupy folds. That eager tongue of his presses into your drooling hole, the wet muscle having a kind of its own as it drags against your pussy until you’re dripping a mixture of salvia and arousal. 

Floyd would moan shamelessly into your core, giggling when you tremble from the stimulation of his lips engulfing your buzzing clit— suckling hard until you just squeal out his and loudly. You’ve never seen the eel so excited like this before; he’s determined to drag out every little reaction from you, from the twitch of your hips to the gasp ripped from your lips. He whines into your honeyed folds, addicted, hungry for more of your sweet taste. . tongue flicking, licking, smearing, and dragging along your heat to coax your body to produce more and more of your sweet juices. 

“Mmhp! Shrimpy taste soo sweet!” Floyd giggles out against your puffy clit, grinning ear to ear with his lips and chin glistening from your sticky arousal.

And now, he has his flexible body wrapped firmly around your body— squeezing you tightly as he presses his throbbing cock agaisnt your puffy folds. Floyd ruts his hips back and forth in a dizzying manner, cock dragging and bumping into your poor clit. He’s already reduced you into a shivering, sobbing, and overstimulation mess.

“Ngh! F- Floyd! Haah—! feels goodd. .” You drool out, eyes squinted and clouded in a haze of ecstasy. 

Floyd giggles, smushing his lips against your swollen ones, sharp teeth nipping at the puffy flesh as his tongue darts to drag against yours in a passionate manner. He moans into your lips as his length stretches your drooling hole, the wet squeak muffled by the salty water around yours both. 

“O- oh fuck! To-too muchh!” You gasp out between loud moans, tongue darting to lick at your blooded lips. 

At the feeling of him pressing even deeper into your spasming and creamy hole has you shoveling and squirming from the pleasure.

“Shrimpy is so, so, sooo squirmy!” He giggles, tongue darting to kick a broad strip along your marked up neck. 

In your velvety walls, Floyd’s thick cock throbs and spurts out thick beads of precum into your already white- covered walls— the excess pouring from your stuffed hole and mixing in the sea water. The sweet burn of pleasure felt addictive and amazing, the way his inhuman cock drags and massaged along your gooey walls— the drag of his length in your cunt is heavy, the bulbous tip pounding into your poor g-spot with such force. . it feels amazingly perfect. His cool skin is pressed firmly against yours, sharp scales on his tail digs into your lower half— each rough snap of his hips has water spraying everywhere.

“Ya’ feel g- good? Huh? Huh, sh- shrimpy?” Floyd stutters out, those nails of his digging greedily into your hips before gently scratching find your back until you squeal from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

Weakly, you try to find purchase on his shoulders only for the natural slime substance on his skin to make it hard. . you’re completely dependable on Floyd. With a loud sob of his name, you tremble in his hold as you gush around his shaft for the nth time tonight— creamy walls spasming and quivering around his thick length. 

”haah! Nngh! O- oh fuckk!” You drool out, eyes rolling back. 

Floyd moans out, pressing his lips onto you again, ignoring his you moan out from exhaustion, tongue dragging against the torn flesh of your lips. . happily shoving his tongue to smear against yours— thick and endless ropes of cum shoots into your overstuffed pussy.

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੭      ֹ   AUTHOR NOTE    🥥

Hiya hiya, cuties! Sorry for such a late post, I’m on vacation and had such limited wifi I wasn’t able to post ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ alsooo, 240+ followers?? Tysm (˃̵ᴗ˂̵)!!

Also, I wanted to say; please read my rules before requesting and I only use you/your pronouns for reader POV  but have afab anatomy! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ btw, shout out to the random person who gave me enough luck to get a Deuce card(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

as for Katsuki, he doesn’t stir when you shift—he’s too deep of a sleeper for that. but he does feel you, and he lets out a soft, sleepy “mhmm…” his arm around you squeezes, lazily tugging you closer in a way that unintentionally presses you into his half-hard dick. he could never get it to calm down around you. not even in his damn sleep.

the movement isn’t quite a grind, just pressure; soft friction that makes your breath hitch quietly from how good it felt.

you tried to stay still, not wanting to disrupt his sleep. but you can’t help yourself. without thinking your hips give a slow push forward, mimicking the action. a soft, breathy sigh leaves your lips. “fuck…” you whisper, lips grazing his skin. it doesn’t take long for you to find a rhythm, grinding against his growing budge in careful yet needy rocks.

meanwhile Katsuki remains deeply asleep, convinced all the shifting was just you getting comfortable. however when you start to practically hump against him, his eyes flutter open instinctively. they were too bleary and unfocused to make anything out, but the weight of you in his lap and the way his dick twitches in his sweatpants in undeniable.

you’re too lost in the moment to even notice that he’s awake, soft, quiet pants leaving your lips. “m-mmh…fuck, Kats. need you so bad…” you whimper, hands placing themselves onto his bare chest to brace yourself. he just stares up at you in a mix of confusion, amusement, and pleasure.

he finally decided to catch your attention, voice breaking through the otherwise mostly quiet room. “damn, baby…couldn’t wait for me to wake up?” he asks, voice thick with sleep. but something soft lingers underneath. something that makes your heart stutter and your pussy flutter all at once.

but despite that, your body stills instantly at the sound of his voice. you freeze, eyes widening. shit, when did he wake up? how long had he been up? god, this was so embarrassing. you pulled away just enough to look at him as bit your lip bashfully, feeling like you’d been caught. but your body moves anyway, reacting before your mind can catch up. your head gives a slow, tiny shake, silently saying that you in fact couldn’t wait. but instead of teasing or getting irritated like you thought he would, he just hums. small and approving.

“‘s okay…” he reassures, hands slowly moving to your hips. they don’t squeeze, just hold gently. his thumbs rub soothing circles while his hands guide you to start moving again. “didn’t say you had to stop…” he mutters, the laziest of smirks tugging at his lips. not teasing, just amused that you’d started this. you blink in surprise, not expecting this. but you don’t hesitate to follow, finding your rhythm once again.

a soft groan is pulled from his lips when you rub against him just right, the sound combining with your soft whines. his hands begin to wander, slipping under his your shirt to feel you more. they trail down to your thighs, up your back, squeeze at your perky tits until you make the cutest little noise and your hips stutter. they come to a stop at your waist, tugging you closer. “cm’ere…” it the last thing he manages to get out before capturing your lips with his.

it’s not like his usual kisses. not even close. this time they’re soft. slow, messy, and unhurried. “mm…” you moan against his lips, and he swallows it with another kiss as his hips start to buck up against yours.

you arent exactly sure when, but somewhere amidst the haze of the sloppy makeout you start to tug at each other’s clothes. his sweatpants? gone. your shirt and panties? halfway across the room. they’re all discarded carelessly until you’re both bare against one another. fuck, he feels so good, you think to yourself.

but your thoughts are cut short when he shifts your position, laying you on your side. your back is pressed flush against his chest, pink tip leaking against your ass. his arms wrap around your waist from behind, head settling into the crook of your neck. his hair tickles your cheek, but you don’t mind. just relax into him.

only then does he finally line himself up with your sopping hole. he glides in easily from how wet you are, but you still whimper a bit from the stretch. his calloused yet gentle hand rubs your tummy soothingly as he shushes you, keeping you steady. “shhh…’s okay. i got you.” he hums, voice low against the shell of your ear. he pressed a soft kiss right under your ear before trailing lower. he peppers little pecks all over your jaw and neck, occasionally leaving little nips and sucks that cause you to let out a shaky sigh. all the while he continues sinking in, inch by inch until he bottoms out with a wet squelch.

for a moment you two just lay there, catching your breath. his ruby eyes study your face, searching. and when he’s sure you’re okay, he starts to move. slow, deep thrusts that make your back arch instantly. “k-kats…!” you squeak, voice all high and breathy. he felt his own jaw clench from how tight you were. he nods into your neck, holding you close while he murmurs. “i know, baby…i know.”

but he still doesn’t stop, thrusting in and out at that agonizingly slow pace. wet plaps and the sound of skin on skin fills the room almost instantly.

one of his hands slide down, feeling the bulge of him in your lower tummy. the gentle pressure makes you squirm, twitching until it’s unclear whether you’re trying to push back onto him or get away. maybe both, considering how you’re whining desperately. “nghh…s-so deep, kats…” you breathe, moans leaving your lips. he hums understandingly, staying right where you want him—rutting against that spongey spot inside you that make you cry out softly.

his hand continues its journey further down, stopping when it reaches your puffy clit. his thumb brushes, starting to rub lazy, maddening circles that have your thighs quivering. “fuck…!” you squeak, clenching hard around him. he doesn’t let up, hand quickening a little while he continues to pound into you so sweetly.

“let it happen, baby...” he urges, lips grazing your ear. but if you listen close, his own voice shakes a bit; dead giveaway of how close he was too. though, it was already obvious from the way his thrusts became a bit less steady and a bit more desperate. his voice drops an octave as he whispers. “cum.”

you lose it the moment he says the word. your mouth falls open in a delayed, choked moan. your body convulses hard as you gush around him, eyes rolling back in your head.

he follows almost immediately, the feeling of you squeezing him so perfectly too much for him to handle. he lets out a loud, shaky groan as he spills in hot, sticky spurts. his eyes squeeze shut as his hips snap up against yours in quick, uneven ruts to fuck you both through it.

only moments later does he ultimately slow down, gradually coming to a stop. he’s still buried deep, head resting against your neck. his breaths come in soft, heavy pants against your skin. your chest rises and falls in sync with his, matching his own. he holds you close through all of it, not daring to let go for even a second.

it takes a while for you both to come down completely, but it happens. you’re both more steady now. less shaky. and a whole hell of a lot more tired. but neither of you minded, especially not you.

and after what feels like forever, he’s the first to move. one hand remains on your waist, the other moving up to tangle in your now messy hair. his fingers run through the strands in a familiar, comforting action. his head lifts just enough to press a soft kiss to your temple. “so damn needy.” he grumbles against your skin, but you feel the smirk on his face. you huff, rolling your eyes. though, a tiny giggle escapes you anyway. his low chuckle mixes with yours. he shakes his head in amusement, voice softening just a fraction. “did so well f’me, though.” he admits, warmth spreading through his chest.

you soak in the praise with a tiny, sleepy smile. his hand continues in your hair, sensing your increasing exhaustion. that was what this was all about anyway, right? that you couldn’t sleep?

well, this was the one thing that always made you knock out.

and of course, like clockwork, your eyes began to flutter shut. your breaths evened out, leaning back into him with a quiet, content hum. his expression softens against his will.

…cute, he thinks to himself.

he’s tired too, of course. but for a while he settled for laying there instead of going back to sleep, completely content with just spooning you. holding you. and as the night now early morning drifts on, he finds himself silently admitting that there was no better way to be woken up.

a/n: okay so this is a bit of a shorter oneee (don’t flame me i was high asf and sleep deprived when i wrote this 💔) but anyway there’s more coming possible double upload??? 🤭

"I do!" You begged as you opened your eyes, flicking to look up at him with big eyes. You nodded your head with a pout and wet lips, wanting him so desperately to take the condom off. You hated the feeling of latex compared to his raw thick cock. Your head nodded eagerly as your eyes were wet, begging for it. You felt so desperate for him. "I deserve it. I'm a good girl."

"A good girl?" Izuku scoffed as he sat back on his haunches and knees stopping for a moment. He stared down at you hard, his green eyes dark as he glared down at you. "You decide to wear the skimpiest little bikini for our house warming party and talk to our friends about how hard we're trying for a baby."

You knew that you would annoy him with your behaviour, mostly because you had been ignoring him and his warnings about how he was feeling. You knew that your little tiny crotch underwear for your swimsuit was not the smartest thing to wear when you had a friends who were proheroes all around.

You were hoping your husband would punish you,

just not with the one thing you were doing the opposite of doing.

The two of you had been trying for a baby for a while, with not much success, which entailed a lot of no barrier sex and no contraceptives (not that the two of you used much to begin with).

So to say that you were not expecting him to pull out a box of condoms.

Izuku scoffed and moved his hand over the mound of your cunt. His thumb moved to rest on your clit as he started massaging your sensitive nub. "I don't think you deserve to have my cum inside you." You whined feeling pleasure build deep inside you. He hummed as he shook his head. "Yah, I think you can finish without it again."

"Nooo.... not again, please not again." You sobbed as tears beaded at your eyes as you threw your head back once more.

The both of you were on your third round now and you loved when the both of you had sex like this, endless and rounds after rounds that would have you drooling. You loved the feeling of his cum dripping out of you. You loved feeling so stuffed that you could barely breathe or move or thing. You loved feeling him drip down and his fat cock head try push it all back in.

The thought of him impregnating you always had your clit twitching and your pussy swollen with need.

But you hated condoms.

Izuku hated them too. Ever since he first felt your luxurious cunt, he was never the same. Feeling your unfiltered slick walls against his cock. He loved feeling you massage his dick like you were meant for him, like you were born to take him like this. Having a condom in the way was enough to drive him insane at what he knew he was missing.

But Izuku was one petty bastard.

And watching you come with a cry of frustration as wiggled and whine, begging for his cock like it was the only thing that could solace you, was enough to make it all worth it.

Even if it meant throwing away another condom...

again.

You nod into his chest, your smile growing when he kisses the crown of your head.Oh, how you love your boyfriend.

Finally, he pulls away and gives you a soft, adoring smile. He reaches down to pull his shorts up over his semi-hard cock still slick with your spit. "C'mon; we should head back before—"

BANG!

"Jesus!" Izuku shouts, immediately covering your body with his. You shriek in panic, covering yourself from the people standing in the doorway.

"What the fuck, Kaachan?!" he angrily yells, his eyes growing a bright, electric green. "Don't you knock?!"

Bakugou and Mina stand in the doorway to the bathroom, smiling at the sight before them. "We did," Bakugou deadpans. "About six times, but you were too busy cumming to hear us." He smugly smiles at you and Izuku, his eyes roaming over what he can see of your body behind your boyfriend.

"I told him to leave you two be, but he insisted," Mina sighs though her cheeks are pink.

Her boyfriend pinches her hip, making her squeal from the pain. "Don't front, you little liar. You wanted to see them fuck...seems like we were too late though."

The shade of bashful pink grows on Mina's face at being exposed for being a little voyeur slut. Bakugou comes into the bathroom with his girlfriend, shutting the door behind him. "I guess the talk went well?" he assumes.

Despite his bashfulness, Izuku nods and gives you a soft, adoring smile, still covering his body with yours as you fix your bikini so it's covering your naked pussy and tits.

Mina pouts adorably, covering her heart. "Awww, you guys are too cute!" she coos. "And you look so hot in that bikini, Y/N. I'm almost jealous of Midoriya." A spark of interest appears in her golden eyes as she looks at you.

Izuku softly laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close, but moves enough to reveal your body to his interested friends. "Don't be, Mina," he chuckles. "Maybe next time, you and Kaachan can join."

Bakugou tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, his tongue toying with his lip piercing. He pulls Mina close to him, his fingers toying with her breasts right in front of you while she bites back a moan. "Why wait?" he lustfully asks. "She might as well get some use out of that bikini, right, squirt?"

The couple each give you an expectant, moltenly hot look that makes your pussy throb embarrassingly between your plushy thighs. You swallow, feeling like your throat is closing up. "U-Um..." You trail off, suddenly unable to speak. "Zuku?" you softly whisper, ticking your pretty eyes up to him.

Izuku ticks those forest-green eyes at you, seeming to read your mind. You've both talked about having sex with another couple as a way to explore more kinks, but never went through with it. Mostly because Izuku is VERY posessive over what is his and you aren't sure anyone else would find your body attractive as Izuku does.

"Why don't we kick all these extras out of here and have our own little party, huh?" Bakugou suggests, holding Mina close, no doubt rubbing his hard-on on her. She gives him a glare, smacking his chest. "Nooo, Suki, not yet! Nobody tried my coconut cupcakes yet! Besides, Y/N didn't give us an answer yet."

They each give you an expectant look, patiently waiting for your brain to start working again. Izuku steps in, holding you close. “It's whatever my baby wants. But I’d prefer not to watch my pretty girlfriend get fucked in a bathroom.”

He gives Bakugou a look like he's daring the blonde to challenge him on this. Bakugou rolls his vermillion eyes, not even looking at his friend anymore. “Fine with us. So what d'ya say, squirt? You down for gettin' out of that bikini for us too?" He gives you a smirk that could make panties drop.

If you were wearing your bikini bottoms, they'd definitely be on the ground now. Your arousal gets the best of you and you give the hot-headed pro a wobbly smile. "I'd like that," you squeak. "U-Um...but can I change into something else? My bating suit's a little..." Ruined. Soiled. Coated in cum.

Izuku nods, already shifting into "protective and attentive boyfriend" mode....but that's a constant mode he's in when it comes to you. "I can drive us to our place for a new bathing suit and then drive us back here." But Mina is already shaking her head of pink curls. "No way! I've got plenty of sexy shit this cutie can wear! C'mere, pretty girl; let's get you changed."

She takes your hand with a smile, cheekily grinning at Izuku and Bakugou. "You boys play nice now. Go and be a good host to our guests, Kats." The blonde tuts, looking irritated at the idea of more people being at his house. "Our guests better not overstay their welcome," he grumbles.

You turn to Izuku for the final say, talking to him with your eyes. He smiles, running his large hand over your waist. "Go on, sweetie. I'll be here when you get back." Then he leans in, his hand snaking down to grip your plump ass. "Just don't take too long," he whispers in your ear. "I don't think I can wait to have you again."

Before you can even feel your arousal spike, Mina is snatching you away and whisking you out of the bathroom to head to her bedroom.

"You two are too cute," she squeals. "He's so lucky to have you." She gives you an adoring smile that you return, butterflies fluttering about at the mention of your boyfriend. "I guess," you giggle. "I think I'm luckier to have him though."

Mina tuts, scowling at you. "With those curves? I think he'd beg to differ, cutie." Her sneaky eyes drinking in your body makes your cheeks hot, unable to not feel shy over hot people loving your body. "Now c'mon. Let's see if I can find your color," Mina giggles.

That night, after Bakugou scared every guest away with a threat to blow everybody up, Mina stands at the full-length mirror in her shared bedroom with Bakugou, humming in satisfaction. "Perfect," she says with a smirk. "You look like a damn wet dream, mama!"

You look at the plump, curveous woman staring back at you in her mirror, barefoot and in the most revealing bikini you've ever seen in your life. As much as you love the bright cherry red with pink tropical flowers printed on it, you can see every single curve, stretchmark, and bit of cellulite on your body.

Your tits look plumper and juicer in the thin cups of the bikini just barely covering your breasts. And you don't even want to turn around. The strings to the bottoms feel tight even on your waist. "U-Uh...you're sure?" you ask, uncertain. "Don't you think it's just a little...I dunno...tight?"

Mina giggles, placing a hand on her slimp hip. She stands beside you in a new string bikini—turquoise with white flowers—that shows off her abs and toned muscles. "That's the point, cutie. Just look at that ass! Turn around and have a look at it!" You do, whisking around to look over your shoulder. When you turn around to look, the thong is practically digging into your ass, making it look a lot fuller than usual.

'Wow,' you think, staring in awe at your body. Even your love handles and tiger stripes stretching across her thighs and tummy. You do look mighty sexy. Is this what Izuku sees all the time when he looks at you?

"You look fantastic," Mina argues. "Bakugou is an ass man too, so you may just steal my man tonight." You feel her hands snake over your waist as you turn to face yourself again. The scent of her coconutty-vanilla body mist tickles your nose, making your stomach flip. "Or you'll steal him from me," she whispers against your neck. "Seein' you wearin' my bikini is definitely doin' somethin' to me, pretty girl."

Her fingers tickle down to the strings holding up your bikini bottoms...or hers, actually. You still can't believe you managed to find one that actually fit you since Mina is so much smaller. It looks like a micro-bikini on you compared to Mina, but you're staring to see the sexy vision that she sees.

You bite your lip as her hands glide over your curves, making the room feel ten times hotter. "M-Mina, the guys—"

BANG-BANG!

You squeak, jumping at the harsh sound of a fist against the bedroom door. "Hey, you two done in there or what?!" Bakugou barks. "Y'all better not be eatin' each other in there!" Mina rolls her golden eyes, smirking. "What a perv. C'mon, let's get outta here before he breaks down another door."

After you put on your flip flops, you walk out of the bedroom with Mina to see Bakugou standing there waiting in his swim trunks, muscles glistening with water. He looks like he's about to tell you off until he sees you, his crimson eyes growing an inch wider at the sight of you. "Damn," he murmurs, not trying to hide his interest at all.

Mina grins, happily clapping at the fact that her boyfriend finds you so irresistable too. Talk about freaky. "See? Told ya!" she says to you, winking.

You can only feel your body blush as she hustles you away, even as Bakugou stares daggers at your ass. She leads you out to the pool that looks so much larger now that it's empty...except for your boyfriend, of course.

Tiki lights hanging from a clothing line above the pool color the water in warm pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows, making Izuku look a lot more appetizing than he already is. He is lounging on an inflatable pool chair, drinking out of a fake pineapple with one of those swirly straws, his abs and toned arms on full display.

He looks so relaxed under the starry sky, drinking the margarita mix that Bakugou whipped up earlier and listening to the soft music playing from Mina's portable speaker. You love it when he is this content. It makes you want to relax him even further with your body.

Bakugou is already on his friend's ass when you all come back outside into the summer night air. "You'd better not have drank all the margrita mix, nerd! I'm not goin' back in there for more!" he hollers.

Izuku tosses his head back, irritated at his vibe being ruined. "No, Kaachan, I didn't..." But his words fall flat once he gets a look at you, his eyes widening at the sight of your new bikini. "Shit," he exhales. Under the light, you can see his cock pulsing in his swim trunks, his thighs spread on the lounge chair to show his tent growing.

You smile at the sight, feeling shy and sexy all at the same time. "Doesn't she look so sexy, Izuku?" Mina giggles. "Give us a little spin, cutie.” Bakugou catches your eye as he picks up the pitcher of empty margrita mix sitting by the pool, his eyes gleaming with lust. You look at Izuku, asking for permission.

His look is just as hot as Bakugou and Mina's, nothing but want in those forest greens. “It’s okay, baby. Spin for me.” His tone drips with a soft demand, making you warmth curl in your tummy. Though you are burning under their gazes, you slowly turn, flashing Izuku and Bakugou your ass. You hear the pros react in utter astonishment, Izuku letting out a low whistle while Bakugou swears under his breath.

You bite back a smile, never having felt so sexy in your entire life. When you slip into the water, Izuku is on you immediately. He takes your hand, safely leading you into the water, and pulls you so his arms are around you. Mina senses the sexual chemistry brewing and bumps her hip with Bakugou, taking the pitcher from him. “Perhaps they need some alone time. We’re gonna go in and get more margarita mix.”

Bakugou scowls at her, arms crossed over his beefy chest. “We?” Mina glares at her boyfriend and drags him off by his ear, making him cuss in pain. Finally, you're alone with Izuku, with nothing but the calm water and music.

“Hey, you,” he greets, his hands instantly gravitating towards your waist. “You havin' fun so far?” You smile, wrapping your arms around his thick, freckled neck. "Yeah," you exhale. "Just trying to get used to this new bikini." Even now you feel how tight it is now that the fabric is wet, sticking to your skin.

"You sure it's not too tight?" you whisper, still uncertain. "Or too little on me?" Izuku's smile fades, his brow quirking in confusion. "No...why? Do you think it is? You know, you can take it off if it's making you uncomfortable, sweetie."

There he goes again being all sweet and supportive. Just like Bakugou and Mina. You feel guilt curl in your stomach, making you bite your lip. "But what about Mina?" Izuku rolls his eyes at your concern, chuckling. "You know Mina! The only thing that could piss her off is someone disrespecting her friends or her cooking skills."

He pulls you closer than closer, his chest plush with your breasts squeezed against his pecs. His big hands grip your waist, making you swallow hard as arousal makes everything feel tingly and new. "I think you look great in it," he whispers in your ear. "This bikini was fucking made for you, doll. Just like the one you wore earlier."

You shiver as he kisses your cheek, soft yet seductive. "Really?" you giggle. If there's one thing about Izuku Midoriya, it's that he never lies. He can't do it to save his life, especially to you. So you know his cheeky little smile is 100% real.

"Hell yeah...but I think I prefer this one a little bit more." His lips snake down to your chest, right where your tits are just barely being kept covered by the thin bikini cups. "Oh?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. "Why's that?"

Slowly, he peels the bikini cups away to reveal your tits, plump and wet from the water, your nipples already hard. "Easy access," he whispers before his lips are latching around one of your nipples. You moan, tilting your head back as his soft lips suck on your nipple, his hand moving to massage the breast not receiving any attention.

When he sucks a little harder on your sensitive peak, your moan grows louder, your glossy nails digging into his broad, freckled shoulders. "You like that?" he murmurs, already knowing that you do. Teasing motherfucker. When he switches to the other nipple to suck and nibble on, you moan in protest. "Mmm, ha...B-Baby, wait, we...a-ah, we can't. What if they come back?"

Izuku isn't worried about any of that, too busy indulging in your ass by gripping it posessively under the water. "They'll just have to join then," he replies. He pauses, his emerald eyes flashing with posessiveness. "Just as long as Kaachan knows whose girl you are."

"I know just fine, nerd," Bakugou grunts. "You'll have to tell Pinkie that though. Looks like she's achin' for a taste." You and Izuku jump apart, the heated moment interrupted by the couple standing at the edge of the pool with a new pitcher of margarita mix, cups, leftover cupcakes, and sly expressions. "Mind if we join you guys?" Mina purrs. "In the pool, of course."

You flush with embarrassment and try to pull away, but Izuku's arms tighten their hold on you, holding you firmly against him. "It's your pool," he replies, giving you a wink. "I see you got more margarita mix."

Mina excitedly nods, placing the pitcher, topped with ice and sliced limes, and cups at the pool edge. "Mmm-hmm! We've gotta get you two as loose as possible," she purrs, eyeing you and Izuku like you're both snacks that she wants a bite out of you. "Makes it more fun."

SPANK!

Mina shrieks as Bakugou gives her an open-palm smack on the ass, her taught asscheeks jiggling from the assault. "Relax yourself," he grunts. "Now are we drinkin' this shit or not? I didn't spend all mornin' on my feet for nothin'." He finally joins you in the pool, giving a hand to Mina when she wads into the water on her lean legs.

He pours some cups full of margrita mix and holds out one of the pineapple-shaped cups to you, salt rimming the cup. "Want a cup, squirt?" he asks, his tone softer. Despite his hot-headed, rough nature, when Bakugou is soft and sweet, it's a lot more attractive. He's got the addictive nature of a Sour Patch Kid—sour then sweet.

You nod, thanking him for the cup before all four of you cheers to a great party, a nice summer night, and good friends. You hum as the margrita mix trickles down your throat and pops over your tastebuds. One cup turns into two and soon, you feel the tequila take effect.

You feel hot despite the water and your need for the three hot people in the pool with you grows to astronomical heights. Mina must take notice because she swims up to you while Izuku and Bakugou lounge against the wall, the hottub jets turned on to make the water nice and warm. "You got some salt on your lip, cutie," she giggles, pointing at your bottom lip. "Let me get it off for you."

And then, suddenly, she's kissing you. You can't even get a word in before she gives you a slow, soft peck that renders you speechless. You feel Izuku's eyes on you, protective yet interested, as the music pumping from the speaker plays a slow, sexy Kehlani song.

Mina's lips are soft and slightly sticky with gloss, spiked with tequila. When she pulls away, her eyes are hooded and soft. "This okay?" she hums. Though you are tongue-tied and at a loss for words, you still manage to say one word: "Yes," you exhale. She smiles, sliding her hands over your waist. "Good, 'cause I think your man likes it too."

That's when you feel Izuku behind you, never even hearing the water slosh with his movements. Sure enough, you feel Izuku's cock pushing into your backside, hard and throbbing. It gets harder to resist him as Mina continues to kiss you, the taste of her tongue making you feel drunker.

"Shit," Bakugou exhales, watching the scene unfold in realtime. He has gravitated towards you too, now standing behind Mina with his veiny palms on her waist. Mina moans as she deepens the kiss, her tits pushing against yours. "You're so perfect," she whispers against your lips. "Izuku's such a lucky guy. He'd better treat you good."

You whimper, pushing deeper into her body, needing her closer. Your hands skate down her body, feeling her soft skin, muscles, and the beaded waist chain hanging from her lean waist. She indulges in your body too, her fingers skating over your curves and ass, making everything disappear for awhile.

Until you feel Bakugou's lips on your neck. You can tell that they aren't Izuku's because his lips are a lot softer and he doesn't have the snakebites that Bakugou has. "Katsuki?" you squeak. "W-What are you—"

"Don't worry about it," he replies. "Just keep kissin' my girl. She's a little attention whore if ya didn't know already." Mina gives him a playful raspberry as she continues kissing you, slipping you some tongue in the process as Bakugou's hands run over your waist and hips.

Your boyfriend has switched spots with Bakugou, now behind Mina instead of you, sandwiching you both between their muscular bodies. "Oh, I know," Izuku hums. "She's been eyeing my cock literally all day."

Mina hums in amusement, pulling away to give your man a look glimmering with lust. "I didn't know you were a dirty talker, Deku," she giggles, playfully using his nickname. "Didn't think you had it in you." Then the two are kissing, Izuku's scarred hand on the back of Mina's neck to deepen the kiss, making her moan.

"You can kiss me too, y'know," Bakugou murmurs, amusement in his tone. "C'mere." Then his lips are on yours, drawing you into a kiss that makes your head spin. "You like my lips, cutie?" he gruffly asks, gently running his thumb over your bottom lip. You slowly nod, unable to speak. "Just don't get too hooked. I can kiss ya better than that nerd can."

He smirks through the hot, rough kiss he gives you, giving Izuku a playful stare over your shoulder. "Don't do that, Kaachan," Izuku growls, even as he gives Mina neck kisses that make her whimper and hum in pleasure. "This isn't about any of that. This is about making them feel good."

"Awww," Mina coos. "That's so sweet!" You tingle at his attentivness and sweetness, always finding it hot. "Then maybe you two can put your mouths... somewhere else?" you suggest, finding your voice now. Maybe it's the tequila or the sexual tension finally brewing between the four of you, but all you know is that you can't resist your want anymore.

Bakugou quirks an interested brow at you, his hand stroking your chin. "Oh? Is that what you want?" he murmurs in your ear. You bite back a whimper as his fingers caress all your sweet spots, making it harder to breathe. "Speak up now, gorgeous," Izuku gently orders. "He's talking to you."

You turn to stare up into Bakugou's eyes, falling deep within the fiery depths of them. "Yes, please," you whimper.

That's all you had to say. Suddenly, Bakugou is showcasting his strength by picking you up with ease and placing you on the edge of the pool. He slides between your thick thighs, the tiki lights illuminating his muscles dripping with drops of water. "Nice bikini, babe," he murmurs, pinching the waistband of your bottoms between his fingers.

SNAP! 

He snaps the thin string back into place like a rubberband, making you jump from the slight sting as it hits your skin. Slowly, he spreads your thighs wider and moves the bottoms aside, revealing your sticky pussy lips to him. “Shit, look at how wet you are!” he groans. “It’s drippin’ all down these thighs.” He stares at the slick staining your inner thighs, eyes wide with greed.

He turns to Izuku with a smirk, down for a challenge. "Bet I can make your girl cum harder than you can," he cackles. Izuku gives it right back to him, placing his hands on Mina's slim hips. "I dunno, Kaachan. I heard Mina loves tongue piercings."

He sticks his tongue out at Bakugou and wiggles it at him, flashing him the silver stud embedded in his fat tongue. Mina rolls her eyes as Izuku picks her up and plops her on the edge of the pool, shaking her head at you. "Men, I swear."

SMACK!

Mina gasps as Izuku's hand slaps hard on her inner thigh, making her bite her lip. "Don't be a brat," he firmly says. "I have experience in taming brats like you. Right, Kaachan?" He gives the blonde a smirk, earning a blush in response. You giggle to yourself, knowing about Izuku and Bakugou's past flings back in UA High before you and Izuku met.

"Just shut up and get your mouth down there," Bakugou growls, already diving between your legs. "I'm already beatin' ya to it~" He gives you a sultry wink before all talking is done...at least from him. He's too busy diving into your pussy.

Bakugou should definitely make "pussy eater" his middle name. The man's lips are fit for giving head. Amazing head at that! His soft, lips, hot tongue, and the cold metal of his snakebites make for a heavenly combination, the new sensations of a foreign tongue inside you making your eyes roll back.

"Oh, fuck!" you whine, your head craning back in pleasure. "H-Ha, s-shit, Katsuki!" Your hand finds his blonde locks, lacing your fingers through them as his tongue slurps at your pussy. "Mmm-hmm," he hums into your pussy, his fingers digging into the soft plush of your inner thighs. "So fuckin' pretty. How the fuck did that nerd get you?"

His eyes graze over your body in the lights, making you flush with shyness. But as he goes back to sucking on your clit, you get an earful of just how Izuku was able to bag you...other than with his sweetness and kindness. His tongue game is just TOO GOOD.

"Fuck, Izuku, yes!" Mina moans, louder than the bubbling of the hot water. "Ha..h-ha, fuck, Izu...y-you...ngh, fuck!" The pink pro's sounds echo along the water as Izuku swallows her pussy whole, his hands pinning her thighs apart, her bikini bottoms left to float in the water.

Mina's gorgeous face glows in pleasure, her tits and lean muscles illuminated by the tiki lights as she teases her breasts, playing with them as your boyfriend tongues her down. His green eyes tick up at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "It's good?" he teases, using his thumb to rub Mina's clit before the tip of his tongue is slipping inside of her.

Bakugou is enjoying the sight as much as you are, his cock throbbing under the water. "Ooo, someone's tongue-tied," Izuku teases, pausing to kiss Mina's clit, making her jump.

Bakugou hums in agreement, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your tummy. "Uh-huh. Just like another pretty girl over here." He pauses, sucking on your clit, making you gasp and moan at the feeling as pleasureable trendles skate through your core. "I think she likes my mouth, Deku. Sucks for you."

As Bakugou continues to eat you out, you look over at Izuku, your pussy throbbing at the sight of him going down on Mina. How his muscles look under the lights. How his tongue slurps at the gorgeously pink pussy lips of Mina, making her moan. He senses you watching and his green eyes tick over at you, his lips still on Mina.

"Zuku," you whine, You reach over for him and he takes your hand, lacing your fingers through his. "Please. I-I need you too."

Bakugou pulls away to give you a playful scowl. "Such a greedy little thing," he tsks. "So you want two for one, hm?" Mina loves the idea, whimpering at the thought. "I wanna taste her too," she groans. "Scoot over, Katsuki. You always hog the pretty girls."

Somehow, you find yourself on your back with the entire world spinning and swirling as Bakugou and Mina share your pussy like it's their last meal. Sometimes they share, both of their tongues and soft lips sucking, slurping, licking, and caressing every inch of your sensitive, sopping wet cunt. They alternate between each other too, both of them individually eating you out too. 

Izuku is out of the water and kneeling beside you, his trunks down to expose his thick, hard cock, dripping in pre-cum for you. Tap-tap. Izuku taps his tip slightly against your lips, his eyes exploding with lust. "Open up, baby," he murmurs. "I wanna watch you suck me off while they eat you out. They should be greatful I'm even sharing my gorgeous girl with them."

You do just that, sliding Bakugou’s hard cock into your mouth while you continue to stroke him up and down, loving his eyes on you as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks. You raise your eyes to him, watching his handsome face flush red as he watches you throat him, his hips slowly grinding to push himself deeper. “Ah, shit,” he sighs, his eyes sexily rolling back to show the whites and red tendrils of his eyeballs.  

Bakugou pulls away from your pussy to toothily grins at his friend fucking your mouth. “Feelin’ good, nerd?” he chuckles.

Mina hums in agreement, pressing a kiss to your clit. “I know I am. She’s bein’ such a good girl, isn’t she, Izuku?"

"Uh-huh," Izuku groans, unable to take his eyes off of you, his pretty doll. He sticks two fingers under your chin to catch the drool that has begun to drip down from your lips and sucks your saliva off of them, staring straight at you as he does. 

“Almost,” he replies, laughing to himself. “She needs to take this dick a little more.” So he speeds up, increasing his speed so the sounds of you gagging and your wet throat flexing around his cock are more intense and lively, causing him to groan.

“Open wide, baby,” he grunts. “Open that throat up for me.” You’re feeling good and used now as he begins to fuck your face, ruining your lip gloss and staining your cheeks with mascara. 

“God, yes, baby!” he groans. “Deeper. Take me deeper.” You don’t know how much deeper he can go. Your eyes sting with tears as you feel your throat protest against being filled, causing you to gag more. But you push through, breathing through your nostrils and letting your pro boyfriend fuck your jaw off of its hinges as his friends eat you out, your spit dripping down to your tits from your chin. 

It doesn't take long for you to feel your first orgasm rising, causing you your hips to shake and buck. As Bakugou and Mina make out with your pussy—and with each other—, Izuku notices your body language, knowing every little move you make.

"You gonna cum?" he coos. You pitifully nod with his dick between your lips, whimpering when he strokes your cheek. "I don't hear you askin' for permission." Bakugou glares at his friend, pissed that he's being deprived of your honey. "Maybe it's 'cause you got your dick in her mouth," he growls.

Izuku pulls his cock out of your throat, a line of spit following him in his wake. "Please, Daddy! Please let me cum!" you whine, your throat scratchy and raw. Izuku grins, happy with your obedience, and bends down to kiss you. "Go ahead, doll, cum for them. Just know that you're still mine."

And after a few more licks and some of your boyfriend's sexy ass moans as you slurp him up, you finally come undone. As you cum, your curvy body shakes and quivers, your tits jiggling, your body dripping with water. Bakugou and Mina moan at your taste, sharing your cum, while Izuku adoringly strokes your face. "That's a good girl," he murmurs.

You slump from exhaustion, eyes fluttering as Izuku continues to slowly use your mouth. Mina pulls away, licking at her lips, eyes glittering with want. "I think she could use a few more though," she purrs. "What do you boys think?"

Bakugou is totally down, already palming himself through his trunks. Izuku pulls his dick from between your lush lips so you can speak. "Baby?" he questions. You look at him and then the wanton, sexy ass couple between your legs, your body aching for more. "Yes, please," you whisper.

That's all the answer the trio needs. Suddenly, the pool is replaced by a bedroom with a soft, large bed covered in cool, soft sheets and air-conditioning. Bikinis and shorts come off, leaving you all naked. Now you can be thoroughly fucked the way you are feening to be. Izuku takes that intitive, taking you right to Pound Town with his scarred hands gripping your ass as he pounds into you from behind.

He gives you dick like he never has before, deep and rough, using a bit of his quirk to speed his movements up to make the bed shake. "That's my good doll," he groans. "Takin' that dick so f-fucking well, shit!" His moans and whines are aphorisasics, making you drip all over the bed.

Bakugou watches as he fucks your mouth with his big, thick dick, groaning at the sight of your ass clapping back into Izuku's abs...or maybe it's because Mina has her tongue on his balls, the pink pro slurping her boyfriend as Izuku uses his fingers to toy with her pussy.

You moan and whine aloud, your voice richoeting off of the bedroom walls as your boyfriend uses you. You pull off of Bakugou's cock to voice your pleasure. "Fuck, Zuku, yes! Harder! Faster!" Your boyfriend groans at your pretty begging, his dick massaging your pussy walls something vicious. "Any harder, baby, and I'm gonna blow my load. You're just so goddamn pretty..."

Bakugou cackles as his friend whimpers from your tight, wet pussy squeezing his dick, even as he pulls you back to fuck you deeper. "Can't take it, nerd? How tragic. I can hold out much better and she ain't even mine." Izuku raises a brow at the blonde, smirking. "Yeah? Then you try fucking her then. Just be gentle with her."

Your stomach flips with butterflies at the prospect of Dynamight fucking you, already knowing he'd fuck your shit up. "Shut the fuck up and switch with me," the blonde growls, pulling himself out of your mouth. "I know what I'm doin'! And you."

He looks down at Mina still lying on her back beneath you, her lips coated in spit and cum. "You'd better keep that tongue movin', understand?" he gruffly orders, palming at her tits. Mina moans at the feeling, especially when Izuku curls his fingers up inside of her. "Yes, Daddy," she whimpers. "I promise."

"And you." Bakugou turns to you, gripping his chin to make you look at him. "You'd better feel real good on my cock 'cause that body deserves it." You nod, tingling with need and lust, absolutely gone out of your mind.

You didn't think your brain could travel any farther away from your body until Bakugou has you on all fours for him, your plump ass tooted for him and his dick plunged between your pussy lips, your wetness making him slick. He fucks you in doggy while Izuku fills your mouth up with his cock, both of them using your holes while Mina licks at your pussy and Bakugou's balls from below, humming at your shared taste.

You realize just how much of an "ass man" Bakugou is when he begins to paw at your behind, getting a handful of both cheeks. "Look at this fuckin' ass!" he groans. "Your nerd can't handle all this. Why the fuck would you wanna hide this, hm?"

SPANK! SPANK!

You gasp around Izuku's dick as you're spanked, each fiery hit across your ass like a drug. Bakugou goes harder, his hips pistoning against your ass over and over again, making the bed shake. "Fu-fu-fuck!" you stammer in between each rough thrust.

Izuku laughs, sounding so much like a damn madman, as he watches Bakugou grit his teeth in pleasure as your velvety pussy strokes him. "More like you can't, Kaachan. You look like you're about to blow your load. I told you my girl's magic." He looks down at you sucking on his dick, spit and pre coating your lush lips.

"Aren't you, doll?" he murmurs, stroking your chin. "Aren't you my good, pretty little doll? You've got a gorgeous body on you, don't you?" He slips out of your mouth, wanting to hear you say it. "Yes, Daddy," you whimper. "I do."

As Bakugou's hand tangles in your wet hair, gripping the locks, Izuku holds your throat, making you gasp. "You do what?" he pushes, squeezing a hand around your throat. His voice dips an octave lower, rasped yet still soft, making your pussy gush around the fat dick in it.

"I do have a gorgeous body," you shakily whine. Izuku groans like your statement is dirty talk, his cock throbbing against your lips. "Mmm-hmm, yeah, you do. Just like this one."

SMACK!

Mina whines from below you as Izuku smacks his hand against your pussy, licking faster when his thick fingers curl up to graze her G-spot. "You both do," Izuku groans. "Makes me feel so lucky...makes me wanna cum." You can feel it—his cock has swelled up in your mouth when he slips it back in, using your mouth to get himself off.

You're close too. You can feel it building, your core feeling tight as your pussy grows slippery and gummy as the pro fucks it off its hinges. "Fuck!" Bakugou grunts, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass. "F-Fuck, she just got so tight! Gonna make me fuckin' cum!" Tiny sparks of fire leave his palms as he begins to sweat, somehow making you wetter.

Izuku whimpers, his thrusts growing deeper, his foot propped up on the bed to fuck your mouth. "Shit, me too," he groans. "Do you want that, baby? You want us to fuckin' cum for these curves? All over this pretty body?"

"Yes, yes, please!" you beg around his cock, your words muffled. "Please, please, please let me cum, Daddy!" You're so, so close. You can feel it the more Bakugou thrusts and the more Mina licks your clit, your body teeming in explosive pleasure.

Izuku nods, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "Go ahead, doll. Just remember that it's still mine. You're still mine." Then his cock is pushing deep into your throat, making you gag on it. "Keep sucking. Make me cum."

And like an obedient doll, you suck and suck on your boyfriend's cock as Bakugou fucks your pussy deep and fast, pulling your orgasm out of you. When you finally cum, you're seeing stars, your eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure roll over you. "Fuck!" Bakugou grunts, his voice bouncing off of the walls. "I'm fuckin' cummin'!"

Your head swims as the blonde blows his load deep inside of you, making your orgasm last a lot longer, your cum spilling all over the bed and Mina's lips. You can hear her whimpering and moaning into your pussy and Bakugou's balls as Izuku continues to finger-fuck her. "Cum for me, Mina," you hear him pant out. "Cum all over my fingers."

Finally, she cums with a long, loud whimper, shivering underneath you, her hands moving up to grip your ass. Izuku finally cums too, his moans bouncing off of the walls, louder than he usually is out of the bedroom. "Cumming!" he gasps. "Fuck, doll, take it! Ngh...take all my cum!"

And with one final thrust, he fills your throat with his spunk, coating your tongue and the walls of your mouth in white. You swallow it all as Bakugou's thrusts slow down, drawing out your O with deep strokes that make you purr like a cat and your eyes flutter with pleasure. You swallow all of Izuku's cum, humming at the taste, loving how your boyfriend tastes.

Finally, exhaustion takes over and you roll over beside Mina, breathing hard, your pussy deliciously sore. "Oh, wow," you whisper. Mina giggles, licking the taste of you from her lips. "Definitely," she giggles. "That was amazing." She gets onto her side, drawing shapes over your curves. "You were amazing."

Bakugou and Izuku join you, sandwiching you once again between their muscular bodies. Izuku cuddles in behind you, one hand on your ass, stroking over your body. "Now do you believe how hot you looked in that bikini?" he chuckles.

After sharing a kiss, Bakugou curls up behina Mina, both of them giving you a look of pure heat. It makes your pussy greedily throb, needing more. "A little," you coyly reply, turning your face up to kiss Izuku on the lips. "I may need some more persuasion later though."

Your boyfriend doesn't miss the suggestion in your tone and neither does the couple. "Greedy little thing, ain't she?" Bakugou growls as Mina giggles, her hands stroking you all over.

Izuku nods, not even looking at them, too busy staring at you. "Very. My girl can be a little slut when she wants to be." His thumb strokes over your bottom lip, making you tingle. "I'd be happy to have round two with you, doll, but I think..." He pauses, cutely yawning. "We need a nap."

Mina yawns too, snuggling into Bakugou's chest. The blonde rolls his eyes, staring in disgust at all three of you. "Fuckin' ametures," he huffs. Mina tsks, glaring up at him. "Don't act like you don't want a cuddle, Kaachan," she teases. "Izuku, help me out!"

Izuku smirks, one step ahead, and reaches over to grip Bakugou up by his neck. "C'mere," he murmurs before his lips are on Bakugou's. It is a hot, slow kiss full of moans and tongue that make you and Mina gape, unable to speak; just enjoy the show.

When the men pull away, both of them are hard as fuck again, Izuku pressing that dick into your back. He grins at both you and Mina, a lustful glint in his green eyes. "So round two now, ladies?" he chuckles. "I wanna fuck you in your bikinis this time."

you woke up expecting your first mission of the day to end professionally with a quiet victory. your routine usually flowed with a seamless rhythm because you had spent years honing your quirks and your instincts. you took a certain pride in the fact that your missions tended to end successfully and remained relatively calm, at least from your perspective.

you did not consider yourself cocky, but there was a comforting predictability to the way you handled villains. you could usually predict a criminal's next move before they even thought of it, leaving you to wrap things up with a clean arrest and a polite nod to the authorities.

you imagined today would be no different, just another entry in your record of efficiency.

but boy were you wrong.

your day started that morning at tokyo’s largest shopping district. the air felt crisp and the streets were filled with the usual hum of commuters and tourists.

you were paired with katsuki for a team up mission targeting a group of high profile robbers. these villains had a penchant for the finer things, having spent the last few months raiding museums for historical paintings and priceless jewelry.

the objective was simple. apprehend the group, secure the stolen assets, and ensure no civilians were harmed.

for the first hour, the mission played out exactly as you had envisioned. you and katsuki moved like a well oiled machine, your quirk complementing his explosive one. you managed to corner the group in a side gallery, neutralizing the muscle while katsuki blasted the leaders into submission. the civilians were ushered to safety and the jewels were recovered in record time.

“took you long enough to wrap that one up, you slow ass,” katsuki barked, though there was no real heat in it.

"i had it under control, katsuki, you just wanted to blow things up," you replied, glancing back at him with a smirk.

the calm shattered during the final moments of the arrest.

one of the villains, a scrawny man with a desperate look in his eyes, lunged forward as you were securing a pair of handcuffs. he didn't aim for the jewels or the exit. he aimed for you.

katsuki saw the movement a split second before you did. he didn't hesitate, shoving you hard to the side and taking the hit directly to his chest. there was no explosion or flash of light, just a strange, shimmering ripple in the air that seemed to snap onto him.

you both stood there for a moment in total silence, blinking in confusion.

katsuki looked down at his chest, then back at the villain, his face twisting into a scowl. “what the fuck was that?!” he didn't feel anything unusual, and you assumed the attack had failed.

but as katsuki reached out to grab your arm to pull you away from the scene, the world seemed to tilt. the moment his fingers brushed your skin, there was a violent, audible clack, like two industrial magnets slamming together.

you were suddenly jerked backward, your back slamming into his chest with such force that the air left your lungs in a sharp wheeze.

“what the hell?! get off me!” katsuki roared, his voice echoing off the museum walls.

“you get off me!” you retorted as you tried to push away, planting your feet and leaning forward with all your strength.

“i am not staying stuck to you all day,” he snarled, his palms sparking. “i will blast this quirk right off of me!”

“don't you dare blast us into a wall,” you warned, though you were already feeling the dizzying proximity of him.

you managed to create a gap of maybe three inches before an invisible force yanked you back. you flew backward again, hitting him with a dull thud that made you groan.

that’s how you ended up here, talking to the authorities, finishing the mission by sharing all the intel you have gathered. you could physically feel the headache coming as you scolded yourself for your wishful thinking that today would be a good day because you were so wrong.

the very angry and very agitated katsuki bakugo who was literally stuck to you was living proof of that.

“that fucking bastard! get us out of this, you pathetic excuse of a villain!” he yelled at the villain who was cuffed being escorted away.

“katsuki, stop moving! you’ve already tried pulling away once and it didn’t work. what makes you think trying over and over again would be any different?” you snapped, though your voice was strained from the impact of his chest on your back from the constant forceful pulling.

“i am not moving, you damn brat!” he was screaming even louder now, his face inches from your ear. “i shouldn’t have agreed to do this low tiered mission.”

“you’re a hero! we did our job, get over yourself.” you knocked your head back to his, hitting him square in the forehead making him groan.

“fuck you.” katsuki growled at you from behind, biting onto a section of your hair from the back before tugging.

you rolled your eyes in anger before stomping on his foot. “stop acting like a child.”

“hit me again and i’ll throw the both of us into traffic.” katsuki threatened you.

you rolled your eyes as you turned your head back to look at the police officers who were still processing the scene. you tried to maintain your professional composure while katsuki was essentially glued to your spine.

he was leaning back with all his might, trying to keep his chest from pressing against your back, but it was a losing battle. every time he drifted a few inches away, the magnetic pull would snap him back into you with a forceful slam that pushed you forward, nearly making you trip over your own boots.

“for the love of god, i am just trying to finish the report,” you told the katsuki before turning back to the detective, ignoring the way katsuki was vibrating with rage behind you. “please ignore him and his temper tantrum.”

“shut your mouth!” katsuki yelled, his hands gripping your waist tightly, not to keep himself from slipping but because he physically can’t let go. “i am not having a temper tantrum, you're just annoying! and you!” he turned his head to glare at the captured villain who was already in police van. “you piece of shit! i am going to blow your limbs off one by one! do you hear me! i will blast you into the next century for this!”

“katsuki, shut up!” you yelled back, snapping your patience. “can’t you see i’m talking to the authorities! just stay still for five fucking minutes!”

he spat a curse, his breath hot against your neck. “do you want to be stuck here like this the entire day?! if i hadn't taken that hit for you, we wouldn't be in this mess! you're lucky i'm even touching you, you brat!”

the detective cleared his throat, looking between the two of you with a mixture of pity and amusement.

“from what we can see so far, all five of the villains captured today aren’t japanese citizens. this means their quirks are completely unregistered in our database.” the detective eyed his phone before meeting your eyes once more. “i have already informed the lab about you and dynamight’s situation. they will be analyzing the specific properties of the magnetic quirk. once we get the villains to custody, i will personally question the villain who hit you with the quirk and get more information on it.”

“for now,” the detective continued, “i will inform the hero commission that both of you are off duty. no missions, no patrols, and certainly no work at your respective agencies. you are physically incapacitated as a pair. i suggest you both go home and discuss where you will be staying. hopefully, the quirk effects will wear off on their own within twenty-four hours.”

“thank you, detective,” you said, giving a tired smile. “we appreciate the help.”

katsuki didn't thank anyone. he just growled, a low, dangerous sound in his throat, and glared at the detective as if the man had personally glued them together.

the ride back to katsuki's agency was a chaotic affair. once you arrived, you were greeted by mina and kirishima, who had been briefed on the situation. mina nearly collapsed in fits of laughter the moment she saw you two stuck together.

“oh my god!” mina squealed, pointing at you. “you guys are literally like a human sandwich! this is the most romantic thing i have ever seen in my entire professional career!”

“it is not romantic, you idiot!” katsuki screamed, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. “get over here and help us get these damn costumes off before i explode this entire building!”

the process of changing into regular clothes was a nightmare of coordination and physical strain. because you couldn't be separated by more than a few inches, you had to change in separate rooms with people literally holding you back.

mina and two of katsuki's assistants gripped your arms and waist, anchoring you to a heavy bolted table in one room, while kirishima and another sidekick did the same for katsuki in the adjacent room.

it was a grueling exercise in willpower. every time you tried to slide a shirt over your head, the magnetic pull would tug at you, threatening to launch you through the concrete wall and right back into katsuki's chest.

you were sweating, your teeth gritted as you gripped the edges of the table, your knuckles white. i can't believe this is my life right now, you thought, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your temple. i expected a calm day, and now i'm being held back like a wild animal just so i can put on a t shirt.

rom the other side of the wall, you could hear kirishima grunting, his voice strained as he fought to keep katsuki in place.

“bakugo, man, listen,” kirishima gasped, sounding completely out of breath. “i think you should just go pee or do your business in the bathroom while we're still here. i don't think you'll be able to do that once you two are back home and stuck together. there won't be anyone to pry you off each other.”

“i will kill you!” katsuki's voice boomed, followed by the sound of a small explosion. “stop talking about my bladder, shitty hair! i can handle myself!”

“it sounds stupid, but kiri is right,” mina said to you, her voice shaking from the effort of holding you still. “you might want to consider it.”

you paused, the reality of the situation sinking in. you looked at the wall separating you from the most stubborn man in japan and sighed. “fine,” you called out. “take me to the bathroom.”

after another thirty minutes of torturous maneuvering, kirishima and mina drove the two of you to katsuki's penthouse.

the car ride was an exercise in sensory overload.

katsuki had claimed the back seat, spreading himself out with his back against the door. because of the magnetic pull, you were forced to sit with your back against his front, tucked between his legs.

you tried your best to focus on the scenery passing by the window, but it was impossible to ignore the loud, frantic thumping in your chest. your face felt hot, a deep blush creeping up your neck.

you could feel every inch of him. his chest was hard and defined, digging into your shoulder blades, and his hands were firmly glued to your waist. the heat radiating from him was intense, a constant, pulsing warmth that seemed to seep through your clothes and melt your resolve.

why is he so warm? you wondered, biting your lip. and why does he always smell this intoxicating.

kirishima and mina were kind enough to make sure the two of you were settled, ordering a massive amount of food and eating with you both in the penthouse before they had to leave for their own duties. they left you two alone in the silence of the luxury apartment, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

the rest of the afternoon was spent in his bedroom, which had become a battleground for the remote control. you wanted to watch something light, something that would distract you from the fact that you were physically fused to your long time crush, but katsuki wanted to watch literally anything else.

“we are watching a rom com, katsuki,” you insisted, leaning back into him as you both sat on the bed. “come on, it will be fun. plus it'll calm you down.”

“i am not watching some garbage movie about people crying over flowers!” katsuki yelled, though his voice lacked its usual bite. “put on an action movie! something with explosions!”

“do you even need any more explosions when you are a already human bomb?” you countered, a playful smirk on your lips. “oooh! how about we watch mean girls? it's a classic.”

“i don't care if it's a damn classic! it's stupid!” he groaned, but he didn't fight you as hard as he usually would once you pressed play. he seemed exhausted by the day's events.

you wore him down with a combination of stubbornness and a few well placed pouts. eventually, he caved with a loud, dramatic sigh that sounded like he was conceding a war.

“fine! watch your stupid mean girls movie! just stop talking during it!”

you ended up lying on his bed with him (duh), the movie playing on a large screen in front of you. because of the way you were stuck, he was positioned behind you, his arms forced to wrap around your waist in a permanent spooning position. his chest was pressed firmly against your back. you could feel the steady, heavy beat of his heart matching your own.

“this is so stupid,” katsuki muttered, his voice low and husky right against your ear. “why are people so obsessed with who sits where at lunch? it's a school cafeteria. eat your fucking food and go.”

you chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of your bodies. “i don't know, katsuki, you tell me. i think you could definitely pass as a mean girl. you've got the attitude and the temper for it.”

he stiffened, his grip on your waist tightening. “what did you just say to me? i will blast you into orbit!”

you just laughed, feeling a surge of boldness. “admit it, you'd totally be the leader of the plastics. you'd just scream at everyone until they did what you wanted… which you already do. and you’re blond as well. it’s perfect casting!”

katsuki didn't yell back this time. instead, he let out a huff of air that felt like a kiss against your skin.

you weren't normally this chatty, but the proximity was making you reckless. you were desperately trying to distract yourself from the heat of his body. for hours, you had been glued together, and the friction was starting to create a feverish warmth between you. you could feel the slight dampness of his sweat against your back, the nitroglycerin scented moisture making your skin tingle.

i can't believe he hasn't blown us up yet, you thought, your heart racing.

you had carried a torch for katsuki since your second year at u.a. high. it had started as admiration for his drive and evolved into a deep, aching attraction that you had kept hidden behind jokes and professional courtesy. now, with your agencies located close to each other and your friendship deepening, the feelings had become an obsession.

you shifted your hips slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position to ease the strain of being fused to him. as you settled further back, pushing your backside against him, you felt something hard and unmistakable pressing against the curve of your butt. you froze, your breath hitching in your throat. it was his cock, already thickening through the fabric of his sleep pants.

you felt his breath hitch. the fingers that had been awkwardly and tensely gripping your waist earlier were changing. he wasn't just holding on anymore. his fingertips began to move, subtly drawing slow, rhythmic shapes on your skin, tracing the curve of your hip and the dip of your waist. the touch was almost shy, which was completely unlike the man who had spent the morning screaming at police officers.

you moved a little bit more, trying to settle in further into the bed.

katsuki let out a long, shaky breath that fanned across the nape of your neck. you felt his fingers tighten on your waist, his grip almost bruising. “stop moving,” he growled, his voice a deep, guttural vibration that resonated through your entire spine.

you knew you should stop, but a spark of mischief flared in your chest.

you shifted again, a slow, deliberate grind of your hips that pressed you deeper into his hardness. you acted innocent, humming softly as if you were still just trying to get comfortable. “i'm just trying to get settled, kats, it's a bit cramped,” you whispered, though your voice held a teasing lilt.

he let out a sound that was halfway between a groan and a snarl. you could feel him growing harder, the length of him stretching against you, hot and demanding. the heat between your bodies was becoming unbearable, a fever that blurred the lines of friendship.

“you're doing that on fucking purpose,” he hissed, his breath hot against your ear. “you like playing with fire, huh? you damn brat.”

“i don't know what you're talking about,” you replied, tilting your head back to look at him, your eyes dancing with challenge.

katsuki's restraint snapped. he shifted his weight, pushing his body more firmly onto yours, pinning you to the mattress. he leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous, predatory whisper. “you think you're so clever, don't you? teasing me when you know i can't even pull away from you.”

“katsuki,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“you're just a little tease, begging for me to fucking lose it.” he muttered, his words laced with a slight edge of degradation that made your stomach flip.

“maybe i am,” you breathed, your heart hammering against your ribs.

“look at me,” he commanded, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. you could feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his tongue as he grazed your collarbone. a low moan escaped your throat, and you felt him shudder against you.

you turned your neck, straining against the magnetic pull to face him. the moment your eyes met, he crashed his lips onto yours.

the kiss was explosive, tasting of desperation and years of suppressed longing. his tongue pushed into your mouth, tasting of cinnamon and heat, sucking on your tongue with a hunger that left you lightheaded. you moaned into the kiss, your hands reaching back to tangle in his spiky blonde hair, pulling him closer even though there was nowhere left to go.

the kiss deepened, becoming wetter and more frantic. you could hear the sound of your saliva exchanging, a wet, shlicking noise that only fueled the fire in your gut. he shifted his weight, pinning you further into the mattress, his thighs sliding between yours. the friction of his trousers against your own was driving you insane.

“i can't... i can't stand this,” katsuki gasped, breaking the kiss to bite your earlobe. i want you. i want all of you.

“oh—please…” you arched your back, pressing your rear into his crotch. you could feel the hard, thick length of his cock straining against his pants, a rigid pillar of heat that was pulsing against you. you whimpered, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

he began to move, his hips grinding rhythmically into your backside as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulders. every thrust was heavy, his hardness rubbing against you through the clothes. you arched your back, grinding back into him, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps of pleasure.

“k-katsuki,” you pleaded, not sure what you were begging for, but you were.

“god, you feel so good,” he muttered against your skin, his voice rough. “i've wanted to do this for so long, you stupid, beautiful idiot.”

katsuki struggled against the magnetic effect that was very much a nuisance as it was a push, his muscles straining as he fought the pull to lift his hand. he grunted with the effort, his face contorted, but he managed to slide his hand down between your legs. his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of your underwear, finding the heat of your pussy.

“ha—! kats…” you squirmed at the sudden pressure.

“you're already wet,” he chuckled, a dark, triumphant sound. “look at you, soaking through your clothes for me.” he began to play with you, his fingers circling your clit through the cloth of your pants, sending jolts of electricity through your nerves.

you whined, your head tossing back against his shoulder. “katsuki, please,” you begged, your voice trembling.

he was impatient, the hunger in his eyes mirroring your own. he didn't want to waste another second with fabric between you. with a sudden, violent surge of strength, he gripped the waistband of your bottoms and tore them. the sound of fabric ripping filled the room, a sharp crack that made you gasp. he didn't stop there, his hands moving to your top, ripping the material away with a focused aggression, fighting the magnetic pull that tried to snap him back.

“be patient, damn it,” he growled like a hypocrite. he slid his hand down, his fingers diving into your wetness. you were already soaking, your juices coating his fingers as he slid them through your folds. he let out a low whistle, his voice thick with lust. “hah! not only are you a tease and impatient as fuck, you're also so fucking wet for me, aren't you?”

“yes, m’sorry… just please,” you breathed out, tilting your head back.

katsuki didn’t need to be told twice. he found your clit and began to rub it with a punishing intensity, his fingers sliding deep inside you. the sensation was overwhelming, the friction of his skin against your walls creating a wet, squelching sound that filled the silence.

“k-kats—hah…” you called out his name, your body squirming against his touch, your muscles clamping tight around his fingers.

“mmh?” he nipped lightly at your shoulder, his other hand moving up to cup your breast through your blouse, his thumb finding your nipple and rubbing it to a hard peak. “tell me this is wrong. tell me to stop.” his voice was a dark challenge.

you arched back into him instinctively, pushing your ass more firmly against his hardness. a low groan rumbled from his chest. “it doesn’t… f-feel wrong,” you managed, your own voice husky. “f-feels so good…”

katsuki was losing it as much as you were, he was just good at hiding it. he was breathing hard, his chest heaving. he gripped his own clothes, his muscles bulging as he fought the magnetic force one last time to rip his pants and underwear away. as soon as he was free, the magnet slammed his bare body back against yours with a heavy thud.

the feeling of his bare cock grinding against your bare behind was almost too much to bear. he was huge, hot, and leaking pre-cum that lubricated the space between you.

“sh-hiiiit…” you breathed, eyes rolling from the weight of his bare cock behind you.

“yeah?” he cut in ruthlessly, his hand squeezing your breast, his hips grinding again in a rhythm that was becoming unmistakable. “found the opportunity and started grinding your ass into me like this,” he rocked against you, the friction deliciously maddening. “you’re such a fucking tease. always been f’me, huh? you get everything little thing you want, don’t ya?”

“ngh, no m’not—” you moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder. “you’re the one… who’s being a tease. katsuki, please…”

“hm? what’s wrong?” he taunted softly, biting your earlobe. “please what, baby? tell me. what happened to your damn confidence now, huh?” his long fingers curled deeper inside you, the slick wet on his fingers.

“oh—mmh, yeah… just like that, k-kats,” you gasped, bucking against his touch.

“you hear yourself?” he fucked you harder with his finger before adding another, his thumb finding your and rubbing in tight circles. you cried out, your hand struggling against the magnet as it flew back to clutch at his thigh. “so fucking wet and loud—mmm’fuuuck.”

katsuki was grinding against you relentlessly now, his cock hard and demanding against your ass, his fingers working magic through your slit. the friction between you was building a frantic heat low in your belly. your breath came in ragged pants that matched his own.

“w-want it— shiiit. katsuki, please. i want you inside me. want you so bad,” you begged again, the thought of him fragmented by pleasure.

“god fucking dammit, you beg so pretty f’me,” he growled, his voice guttural with need. he pressed his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. “been wanting this for so long.” he pulled his soaked fingers out of your pussy making you whine at the emptiness. he didn't need to be told twice. he positioned himself, the head of his cock probing the entrance of your heat. he pushed forward slowly. “fuuuuck… you feel good,” a low growl ripping from his throat as your tight walls gripped him.

you whined, the feeling of him filling you up stretching you to your limit. he was thick, far thicker than you had imagined, and the sensation of him sliding deep into your cervix made your toes curl. you arched violently, a loud moan tearing from your throat as pleasure spiked through you. “oh god! katsuki!”

katsuki began to move, his thrusts rhythmic and powerful. because of the magnetic bond, he couldn't pull away completely, which meant every thrust was deep, hitting your most sensitive spots with punishing accuracy. the sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, a rhythmic squelching noise as his cock slid in and out of your drenched pussy.

shlick, squelch, shlick.

“that’s it, baby,” katsuki purred against your skin, his fingers kept pressure on your clit, circling it around while his hips never stopped moving “take it. take what you’ve always wanted from me.”

“fuck yeah. yeah, right there…” you were full on begging and purring now as you moved your hips meeting his thrust, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. you could feel the sweat from his chest dripping onto your back, mixing with the fluids of your union. he was panting, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts against your ear.

“look at you—fuck. made for me”, he groaned, his voice breaking. i'm going to ruin you. he increased the pace, his movements becoming more overzealous. in his desperation to get deeper, his cock slipped out of you for a fraction of a second, only to slam back in with a wet thud that made you cry out. the sound of air being pushed out of your pussy created a loud, popping noise that only made him more aggressive.

“m’don’t think… gonna last looong—oh! yes, fuck! harder, katsuki!”

“come on then,” katsuki commanded, his voice rough with strain. he bit down on your shoulder blade. “cum for me. show me how good it feels when i finally touch you like this.” he curled his fingers harder, pressed his thumb down fiercely. “let go for me, you slut. let me feel you cum around me.”

he gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving red marks that you knew you would cherish tomorrow. he was hammering into you now, his balls slapping rhythmically against your ass, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the air.

you felt your orgasm building, a tidal wave of heat that started in your toes and surged upward. “katsuki!” you screamed, your muscles clamping down on him in a series of violent contractions.

“fuck, i’m close,” he growled against your skin, his hips bucking up, driving his cock impossibly deeper where your bodies joined.

the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him was the final straw. “god fucking damn it! mgghfuuuck…” he let out a roar, his body stiffening as he shot his seed deep inside you. you could feel the hot, thick spurts of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up until you felt like you were overflowing. he groaned, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his chest heaving as he slowly came down from the peak.

katsuki breathed heavily, his heart racing. he suddenly gripped your waist. “turn around,” he commanded. “face me.”

“i can't, kats, the magnet,” you panted from your orgasm, trying to shift.

“fight it,” he growled, his voice regaining its dominant edge. “i want to see your face when i fuck you again. fight the damn thing.”

that was all the motivation you needed. you both gritted your teeth, straining against the invisible force. you pushed away from him, your muscles screaming, and with his help, you managed to swivel. for a second, you were almost face to face, before the magnet snapped you both back together with a loud groan, your bodies slamming into each other.

he didn't let you settle. he strained his muscle against the pull and manhandled you, flipping you over so you were on properly top of him. he gripped your hips, pulling you down as he entered you again.

you looked down at him, your eyes locking with his vermillion ones, the intimacy of the gaze making the pleasure of him inside you feel ten times more intense. “katsuki, baby.”

“that's it,” he whispered, his hands digging into your ass. “take it all.”

you tried your best to ride him, your breasts bouncing, your breath coming in ragged whines. he reached up, pulling you down, your lips meeting his. it was messy, your tongues dancing in a feverish rhythm, the taste of salt and desire filling your mouths. eventually, you collapsed onto his chest unable to fight the pull of the magnet, your face tucked into the crook of his neck. he took over, doing all the work, lifting his hips to drive deep into you.

“ngghh—oh, fuck,” you whined, your fingers clutching at his shoulders, your skin slick with sweat. “please, katsuki, harder,” you begged.

“shut up and take what i give you, brat,” katsuki replied, though his voice was thick with affection. he began to fuck you with a renewed aggression, the sounds of your bodies interacting becoming more visceral.

the squelching of your joined heat and the heavy thud of his chest against yours created a symphony of lust. he gripped the back of you neck, lightly squeezing, the sensation that only pushed you further over the edge, making you clench tighter around him.

“m’gonna cum again… baby, pleeeease—oh, make me cum,” you choked out a moan, your body tightening as you felt another orgasm building.

“fucking hell, baby, ya gonna milk me dry, huh?” he snarled, bucking his hips up, his hands clamping onto your ass. “yeah? just like that. scream like that. let everyone in the building hear you scream through the fucking walls.”

you moaned loudly, your body still trembling from your orgasm as he began to move inside you again. “agh! f-fuck—kats… m’cuming” you threw your head back.

“cum with me,” he commanded. “fuck, do it now.”

you screamed as you peaked, your internal muscles squeezing him tightly. katsuki let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he came deep inside you, his release filling you again with warmth.

the room fell silent, the only sound being your labored breathing. you stayed in that position for a long time, the sweat cooling on your skin. for a long time, neither of you spoke. you were both covered in a mixture of sweat and fluids, the scent of sex and nitroglycerin filling the room.

“does mean you actually like me? or do you just let anyone fuck you?” you broke the silence, your voice clearly teasing and mischievous to get under his skin.

katsuki scoffed, though he didn't move his arm from around you (not that he can). “tch. whatever the hell that means. i don’t even like when other people breathe close to me. what else would this nonsense mean?”

“is that your way of being romantic? because calling what we just did just now ‘nonsense’ is a bit low… even from you,” you teased.

“shut up,” he muttered, his ears turning a bright shade of red. “… listen, tomorrow… or whenever the fuck. after this damn quirk wears off. you're going out to dinner with me.”

“wait, as in a date?” you snapped your head up from his neck to look at him only for the stupid magnet to slam you back down his chest with a thud.

“stop fucking moving—and it's not a big deal,” katsuki snapped, holding you tighter almost subconsciously. “i just don't want you starving to death because you're too clumsy to feed yourself. just say yes, damn it.”

you giggled, kissing his chest. “yes, katsuki. i'd love to go on a date with you.”

“stop pushing it!”

after a couple more yells from katsuki, you both fell asleep in each other's arms, the magnetic effects of the villains quirk finally feeling like something you wanted to keep.

the next morning, the shrill ring of a phone shattered the silence.

katsuki groaned, his eyes fluttering open. you stirred on his chest, your face nuzzling into his neck, half-asleep and warm. he reached out with one hand to pick up the phone, his other arm cradling the back of your head. as he moved, he paused.

he felt his hand slide away from you without any resistance. there was no pull, no snap, no invisible force. he moved his arm further, realizing that the magnetic effect had worn out.

“what?!” he barked into the phone.

it was the detective from the previous day. the man's voice was professional but held a hint of amusement.

he informed katsuki that they had finally identified the specific nature of the villain's quirk.

“upon further investigations and quirk research through quick blood samples, we received word back from the lab. the villain confirmed it himself not long after. his quirk allows him to make someone he hits with the magnet physically stuck to the person they desire the most. after the questioning, we were told that the effects should wear off after a day, so the two of you should be good by now.”

katsuki froze, the phone still pressed to his ear. physically stuck to the person they desire the most.

you, who had been now awake and listening, began to snicker against his skin. you looked up at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “you know, katsuki, you didn't really have to take the hit for me after all.” you whispered, “if the quirk works that way, we would have ended up stuck together regardless of who got hit.”

katsuki stared at the ceiling, his face flushing a deep crimson. he slowly hung up the phone and pulled you closer, his grip firm. “whatever,” he muttered, though he couldn't hide the small, satisfied smile on his lips. “just shut up and go back to sleep, brat.”

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You should be chilling on this beautiful beach or by the pool in your childhood home in a bikini, sunglasses on your face with a big glass full of something strong. Or even attempting to surf a wave like you used to before you quit surfing for good. 

Not here in a lifeguard uniform with enough sunscreen on your body to coat an elephant, bored out of your mind and on the verge of insanity. You've been doing this for only two weeks now and you already want to quit. 

You thought that coming back to your old seaside town after a year in the city attending university would allow you the relaxation and decompression you needed before heading back in the fall to start your new semester...and officially becoming an adult. 

You didn't feel quite like an adult even after you graduated high school and went to college in a city far, far away from your little town by the shore. Precisely a train to the airport, a plane ride, and a taxi away. This school was at the top of your list when it came to biology, with their acclaimed (and expensive) science program and influx of internships. 

Since you were a little girl watching 'The Little Mermaid' and obsessing over the aquatic mammals at the aquarium, you've wanted to be a marine biologist. You've always been attracted to water, fish, and the big, beautiful sea. You carry a sea turtle plushie around (even to took it to college!) and own about five different shark figurines. 

Getting through your major was hard, especially in an unfamiliar place, but you and your parents knew that you had to spread your wings in order to succeed. Once you aced your exams and got a job after interning with an aquarium your freshmen year, it seemed like all the stress and rough days were worth it. 

Going to school away from home was the best decision you ever made, you believe. You've met so many people, explored so many places in the city, and did all the things your small town wouldn't allow, yet you never forgot about where you came from. 

So when the opportunity came to return home for the summer came, you took it...including this part-time job as a lifeguard. While it isn't ideal, the money is going towards student loans, books, and tuition. Plus the uniforms are cute: a red bathing suit reading 'Lifeguard' in white letters on the front, a whistle, and a hat. 

After being back in town for two weeks and being gone for a year, it seems like barely anything has changed. The only thing that has are the people. Shoko, your longtime friend and one of the lifeguards, has grown out her chestnut brown hair and cut down on smoking. Two more trainees, Yuji Itadori and Todo Aoi, have been hired to join the crew. 

There seems to be more kids and tourists surrounding the beach and boardwalk now, taking advantage of the sun and trinket shops. Your parents have gotten older, but still fuss over you and their beach house. The scent in the air is still the same breezy, sea-scented air you've always loved. 

But there is one person you haven't seen yet that you wonder will ever come back...and then you stop yourself. Why are you thinking about him? 

'He left before you finished high school,' you think to yourself, scoldingly. 'He isn't thinking about you, so why are you thinking about him? He's the reason you quit surfing!' 

Not just competitive surfing, but surfing period. Because every time you got on that board and tasted the saltwater, you were reminded of him. He sucked the freedom and joy out of it, not to mention made you feel incompatible with his skills. It became a competition with you two: who can surf the longest? Who can ride the biggest wave? 

Until he kissed you and left without ever saying goodbye or keeping in touch. After that, you quit for good. 

So you go back to your job of overlooking the beach, occasionally blowing on your whistle, and checking out the hot guys that the beach has to offer. Your hometown always had its studs, practically serving one up to you now: he is a tall, long-haired drink of water, his body practically built from granite stone. 

He has his back turned to you as he stands near the water, wiping down his board, so you can't see his face, but you notice the tattoos roping his arms and his back dimples. You peer at him behind your shades, glad to have a discreet hiding place high on top of your tower. 

You watch as the sexy stranger drags his board out into the water and slides onto it stomach-first, paddling into the sea. He passes by splashing kids and relaxing adults, swimming deeper and deeper into the water. You scowl in confusion at him as he passes the line, even as a big wave comes hurdling towards him. "What the hell is he doing?" you whisper to yourself. 

You lift your whistle to blow, but stop when the man stands up, his arms out and feet planted firmly on the surfboard. He then begins surfing the wave, doing so as if he has done this many times before. The sun glints in his long, black locks and against his toned body as he twists against the wave. Chasing it. Dancing with it. It's quite impressive. 

"Y/N!" someone calls. You snap out of your trance and look down to see Shoko in her uniform and sunglasses. "It's your break time. We can switch now." 

You sigh in relief, happy to have some time alone and get something to eat. But as you are gathering your beach bag, you hear a sudden scream. "Help!" someone wails. "Please someone help him! He's drowning!" 

"Surfer overboard!" another calls. "He's too far out! Can anybody swim?!" 

You snap your head towards the commotion at the same time as Shoko, both of you in savior mode thanks to your training. A small group of people have surrounded the shoreline where they look out at the surfboard currently being swept up by the waves. But no surfer. 

Quickly, you jump from the tower and land perfectly on the sand before dropping your bag and racing over to the crowd. "What happened?" you demand. They all looked relieved to see you. 

"He swam out too far, got hit with a wave, and fell off his board," one kid rushes to explain, clutching an inflatable donut to his chest. "We tried to throw a floatie at him, but he's too far!" 

You look out to where the surfer is currently, the water rippling being an indication of where he sunk. "Stay here," you order before ripping off your hat and gunning for the water. You blow your whistle three times-a sign that someone has drowned-and Shoko and the other lifeguards quickly get people away from the water. 

You have only saved about two people in your life since the beginning of your lifeguard position. This is the third time, but like the other times, your training comes rushing back to you, making you act quick. 

With your red 'Lifeguard' rescue tube strapped to your body, you dive into the water and begin to swim as fast as you can towards the surfer. You pop your head up every so often to breathe and make sure you're heading in the right direction, catching glimpses of the surfer's black hair. 

Your limbs burn the more you push yourself in the undercurrent that pushes back, but you continue to move, knowing that if you don't, this poor person will die. Luckily, you finally make it to him and manage to snatch his arm in the water. "Gotcha!" you grunt, pulling him towards you. 

You feel your heart jump at how deep the water is, the floor nowhere in sight, but you use your rescue tube for the both of you. You fling the surfer's arm over the tube while you do the same, the both of you now floating together with your other arm wrapped around his shoulders. 

The man sputters, his wet, black hair covering his face. You pat his back to get the rest of the water out, trying not to pay attention to his sexy neck and shoulder tattoos. "It's okay, sir," you pant. "Just breathe; I've got you." You push the man's hair back so he can breathe better. "Nothing is going to..." 

Your words die in your throat when you catch a glimpse of his very handsome, very familiar face. A face that you know all too well despite having not seen him three years. "Geto?!" you exclaim. 

Your old nemesis opens his eyes, his violet irises slightly unfocused. "Y/N?" he mumbles. "You..." His eyes flutter closed and his head lulls back before he can finish his sentence. 

Pushing away your shock at seeing him back in town, you quickly toss his other arm over your shoulder and begin to butterfly kick your way back to the shore, grunting from the dead weight of Geto. Fortunately, a white rope appears in front of you as a lifeline. "Ms. Y/N!" Todo calls from the shore. "Grab on! We'll pull you two back to safety!" 

As you wrap a hand around the rope and let yourself be pulled to the shore, you turn to stare at Geto. The sunlight glints against his skin and long lashes fanning his eyes. He looks the same but different; there are a few slight changes in his features. 

When you finally get him to shore and allow the lifeguards to help you lay him down on the sand, you see the changes more prominently. Back then, he had less tattoos and was quite lankier yet still clean. His hair was shoulder-length and he often wore it in buns. 

His hair is now down to his back and he has way more tattoos: a sleeve inks his left arm while his thick neck and right ribcage are inked. He is also buffer and bigger, lean muscles glinting with droplets of water in the golden sun rays. 

You would be thirsting after him if he wasn't practically dead or on your shit list. What the hell is he doing back here?!

"Jesus, Geto," Shoko hisses, looking upon the surfer in worry. You almost forgot her and Geto have always been close. "He's not breathing," someone gasps. "Wasn't he in the national surfer's championships earlier this year?" 

You are reminded of the past like a slap in the face: Geto had moved to Los Angeles to become a professional surfer. At the time, you were about to enter your sophomore year of high school while he just finished his senior year. The last time you saw him, he had thrown party to celebrate being drafted in the championships and his soft lips were on yours. 

"Everybody back up, please!" Yuji yells, bringing you back to reality. "Make room! Let the guy breathe and the lifeguard do her job." 

Now everyone's eyes are on you. 'Stop this,' you think to yourself. 'He almost drowned and you need to save him. He could die.' 

Quickly, you kneel before Geto and stare down at his plump lips. You swallow hard, biting back a grunt of frustration. You lean down and pry his lips open, tilting his head back for easier access. "You'd better not be faking," you hiss before you press your open mouth to his. 

You begin to exhale into his mouth, filling his air with lungs. The crowd waits with bated breath, watching you save the golden boy. Finally, Geto lurches beneath you and you quickly leap away to let him recover. 

He sputters before lurching forward and coughing up the water in his throat, retching on the sand. When he finally stops, he lays back on the sand, taking deep breaths, and his violet eyes lull to the side to stare at you. "Y-Y/N?" he murmurs, recognition flickering in them. "So I wasn't hallucinating earlier. That was really you." 

You would laugh if this situation wasn't so dire. "Yeah," you reply. "It's me." A slight smile appears on Geto's lips. "It's been so long," he softly says. "How are you doin'? You graduated, right?" 

Quickly, you reassess the situation and allow Todo and Yuji to help him up. "Uh, let's talk after you get yourself checked out," you say. "Todo, please escort this man to get some first aid for his knee please." 

The big, buffed boy nods, already leading Geto away by his shoulders as the crowd disperses. "You got it, Ms. Y/N!" But as they head towards the small lifeguard hut, Geto turns to look at you over his shoulder. You ignore the clench in your stomach from his eyes meeting yours. 

"You knew that guy?" Yuji curiously asks, watching too. 

"That was Geto, an old childhood friend of mine," Shoko explains, happy to speak for you. "He moved away from here three years ago to be a professional surfer. He came back just yesterday." 

You gape at Shoko in shock. She knew and didn't tell you?! "Y/N hated him back in high school," she continues, not even looking at you.

"I didn't hate him," you protest, glaring at her. "I just never liked his cockiness. I doubt anything's changed." 

"Excuse me, lifeguard," someone says behind you. "Did you happen to see a tall, dark-haired guy with an ugly face 'round here?" 

You knew that suave, sexy voice anywhere and turn to see none other than Gojo Satoru, Gojo's surfing buddy, with his white-hair, striking blue eyes, and abs worth dying for. You've always liked Gojo, his goofiness and charm. 

"You don't recognize me, 'Tarou?" you question, putting your hands on your hips. His blue eyes widen at the sight of you. "Y/N?" he gapes. "Fuck, girl, look at you! What, you not gonna give me a hug?" 

He swoops you up in a big embrace that makes you giggle, your feet lifting off of the sand. "So how's school? What are you doin' back here in this small town?" he chuckles. "I thought you left for the big city last time I heard." 

"School is school," you reply with a shrug. "Came back here for a break until the fall. Why are you here?" 

"Championships are over for Geto, so he came here to teach some kids how to surf for some kinda program." He gives you a crooked smile as puts his sunglasses on his eyes. "I'm just here for the fun." 

"Well, you'll find your friend at first aid," Shoko replies, jutting a thumb back at the station where Yuji retreated for the bathroom. "He almost died, so Y/N had to fish him out." 

Gojo rolls his eyes, shaking his head. "He's such a show-off. Well, lemme go find him and beat his ass. You two stick around and we can link up later." He gives you both a wink before he runs off in the sand to find his friend. 

That afternoon, you and Shoko get off from work. You change out of your sweat and water-soaked uniform and into some cut-offs and a bikini top before meeting Shoko out on the beach. She is smoking in her own cut-offs when you arrive, watching the families pack up their kids for the afternoon. 

"Why didn't you tell me Geto was back in town?" you immediately ask her. She glances at you behind her designer shades, barely looking taken aback by your question. "Was I supposed to?" she shoots back. 

You scowl at her, crossing your arms over your chest. "Well, you never came off like you liked him before," she says, shrugging, "so I figured it wasn't a big deal. He didn't know you were back either." 

Shoko has been friends with you since HS, but was also friends with Geto and Gojo, tutoring them before the duo graduated. The fact that she is so friendly with the guy you despise still rubs you the wrong way...even when you know it's stupid. 

You sigh, rubbing your hands over your shoulders. Goose pimples appear despite it still being warm. "I just don't want things to be awkward," you whisper. 

Shoko cocks her head at you, confused. "Why would they be? You didn't fuck the guy, did you?" Her eyes widen, shock on her face. "Wait, did you?" she pushes, grabbing your arm. "I thought you only kissed!" 

"Ugh, never mind," you huff, waving her away. "And no, I didn't. He and Gojo are sluts; they'll fuck anything with a skirt. At least Gojo is nicer than Geto is." 

"What's this about Gojo bein' nicer than me?" a familiar voice asks. 

Shit. You turn, finding Geto standing behind you with a towel wrapped around his broad shoulders and not looking so unconscious now. "I'm guessin' I wasn't supposed to hear that," he chuckles, smirking at you. "Glad to see you haven't changed much, Y/N." 

You stare at him, speechless. Seeing him again is like a tsunami hitting you, especially when looks so damn GOOD. 

Gojo comes skipping after Geto, tossing an arm around his friend's neck. "Well, we run into each other again." He grins at you. "You pretty ladies want some drinks? We're headin' to the bar and we're buyin'...well, I am. Told Sugu I'd treat since he almost died." 

"I didn't almost die," Geto sighs, rolling his eyes and taking Gojo's arm off of him. Ever the self-assured prick. 

"Yeah, 'cause of her," Gojo argues, pointing at you. "Good thing this lifeguard was on duty and knew CPR." Geto's violet eyes widen, his shock evident. "You did CPR on me?" he asks you. 

You flush despite the fact that you were forced to since he nearly drowned. "It's part of my job," you deadpan. "You weren't breathing, so I had to." 

"It's not like he hasn't tasted you before," Shoko sniggers, side-stepping your pinching fingers. "Sounds tempting, but we need to shower first. I smell like seawater. I like my drinks strong too." 

Gojo sniggers, waltzing over to your friend. "Yeah, we know. Too bad your legs ain't as strong as your tonsils." He then snatches her shades off and books it across the sand while she chases him. "Hey, you prick!" she shouts. "Bring those back! They're Gucci!"

That leaves just you and Geto to walk alone side by side to follow the running pair. It is so awkward and tense that you'd have to cut through with a chainsaw. Words left unsaid for three years hang between you, suspended by a thin thread. 

"Hey," he finally greets. 

"Hey," you say back, lacking all kinds of enthusiasm. You stare at your white toes to avoid looking at him and his perfect body. He clears his throat, aware of the awkwardness. "Thanks...y'know...for helping me out earlier." You shrug it off. "Just doing my job." 

"If this is awkward, I can leave you be," he says, stealing a glance at you. You pretend not to notice it. "Don't worry about it. It's awkward being back here anyway." 

A slight chuckle leaves his lips. You ignore the butterflies it gives you. "I'm sure it is. You're a big city girl after all. Ivy League, right?" You bite back a chuckle. "Not Ivy League; just a marine biologist in the making." 

"I take it school is goin' well for you then?" he continues. You don't understand why he's making so much conversation. "What are you doin' back here anyways? Last time I checked, this town was too small for your dreams." 

You feel guilty for saying that now since you're happy to be home, but being a marine biologist (and before, a competitive surfer) wasn't going to happen in this little town. "Needed a change and I felt homesick, so I came back. I start my sophomore year in the fall with a new job at the aquarium." 

Geto hums in acknowledgement. "I saw that on your IG. Congrats." You pause, letting him walk a little ways ahead before he realizes that you've stopped. "You...keep up with my IG?" you ask, squinting suspiciously. "Why?" 

The surfer shrugs his broad shoulders, oblivious to the context. "Shoko is a mutual friend and I just happened to see you pop up. I never followed you or nothin', but I keep up with what you do." He looks deadass and genuine which makes it worse. Why is he checking up on you? You were never close friends and you never dated. 

You push away the confusing thoughts and keep walking with him in tow. "So what are you doin' back here?" you ask. "I would've thought Cali was the place to be." 

He catches the sarcasm in your tone and sniggers, moving to pull his hair into a long ponytail. The act is annoyingly hot. "It is," he chortles. "The beaches are way bigger there. The championships are over till next year, so I came back for the summer to teach kids how to surf. It's part of this program I put together to give back to the community." 

"That's good for publicity, I'd guess," you dryly joke. The words are out before you can stop them. But luckily, Geto snorts, getting your humor. "Oh, like you wouldn't believe. Women love men with kids." 

You roll your eyes at his cocky remark, but then again, you asked for it. Silence descends upon you again but less tense than last time. It is as if you have opened up a bottle that needed to be a long time ago. 

"Listen," Geto suddenly says. He sounds almost...nervous? "If you're not too tired, I'm havin' a party at my Air BNB tonight. Somethin' to celebrate my win." He pauses to give you a crooked smile. "I won, by the way. The championships. Thanks for your congratulations." 

And then the moment is over. You huff to yourself, already sick of him. "I don't watch sports," you mutter. "But congrats." He puts a hand on his heart, pretending to be touched.

"You and Shoko should come through if you want," he continues. "We'll have beer, games, music-" 

"Geto, what are you doing?" you question, finally looking at him. Really looking at him and not daring to look away. "Why are you doing this? We haven't spoken in years." 

'Not since the kiss.' 

He stops walking and so do you, both of you staring at each other in the setting sun. You can see it in his eyes like golden sparkles glistening within pools of violet. "What's wrong with reconnecting?" he asks with a smile. "Besides, this will give us a chance to catch up. Have some fun before the fall, y'know?" 

You don't know what is definition of 'fun' is, but you don't want to find out. He shrugs once more, backing off to give you space. "Just think about it. You've got sand on your butt, by the way." 

He leaves you to stand alone and look at the sand coating your asscheeks popping out from under your cut-offs. You angrily wipe the grains away. "Asshole," you huff to yourself. He hasn't changed at all either. 

You sit and stare at Geto's rented beach house aka his Air BNB, and it feels like you're about to enter the gates of Hell.

"Shoko, I-I don't know about this," you nervously say as you stare out at the gorgeous beach house from Shoko's car. "There's a lot of people we don't know in there." 

You wondered why Geto decided to stay here when he could've stayed at his childhood home, but if he was planning to party, you guess this was smarter. The house is beautiful, sitting right on top of a sandy hill with a driveway, a pool, and a breathtaking view of the beach. Perfect for a morning surf and a nighttime skinny dip. 

Shoko turns to you in her driver's seat, applying eyeliner to her eyes. "Who cares? We're here for the drinks and to have some fun. Plus, you look GOOD." 

You're wearing your favorite frilly white sundress for the occasion paired with gold sandals and your waterproof mist on your face to freeze your makeup. Your hair is braided back to accentuate your face, much to your mom's liking. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she told you when Shoko pulled up to the door. "And tell Geto I said hi." 

You only grunted as you grabbed your bag and left to meet your friend. The ride over here was like going up a rollercoaster, fear and apprehension twirling in your gut as you threw back a shot of vodka and puffed on the vape you forced Shoko to give you even though you don't smoke. 

"This about Geto?" Shoko asks now, giving you a knowing look. "Don't lie to me. I can tell when you do." 

You look away to stare at the party, biting your lip at the sight of partiers in the pool. "Did he say something to you?" she demands and slams on the wheel. "I knew he'd fuck up again! When I catch him-" 

"No, no, it's me," you reassure her. "It's just weird, y'know? We haven't seen each other since he left for LA and now we're still at odds.” You want to ask Shoko what she meant by Geto "fucking up again". What did he do to fuck up the first time? 

"Then this is the perfect chance to patch things up. You only live once, right?" Shoko gives you a reassuring wink before she coaxes you out of the car and into the balmy, sea salt-scented night. There is a clear, inky sky full of stars; a perfect night for an adventure. 

The pool is full of inflatable animals, beach balls, and drunk people while the rest of the house is full loud music, red solo cups, flashing disco balls hanging from the ceiling, and even more drunk people. Including Gojo. 

"Weeell, look at what we have here!" he announces. He saunters over in his backwards cap, his face flushed pink and eyes aglow as they rake over your body. Daaamn, Y/N! You look like you tryna do somethin' tonight...or someone?" He quirks a curious brow at you. 

"Don't get your hopes up, Satoru," you laugh. "I'm not doin' anything with anyone. Just here to have fun." He nods in approval, taking your hand. “Then let's get you girls some shots and get you on the floor." 

He leads you and Shoko over to a back table covered in bottles of booze, cups, and a bowl of spiked fruit punch. You take a cup of the punch and sip on it, the vodka warming your tummy with every sip you take. Soon, you are flush from the alcohol and feeling looser, laughing with people and swaying your hips in your dress to the music. 

You're not thinking about Geto or saving his life or why he invited you here...until you are forced to. When your cup is empty and you turn to get more punch, you practically fall right into the surfer's muscular back. "Sorry!" you exclaim, horrified and feeling like a stupid drunk. 

When Geto turns around and you realize that it's him, dread creeps in and the false confidence that the alcohol provided fades. He looks absolutely delicious in his shorts and Hawaiian-print shirt peeled open to reveal his abs, tattoos, and the silver chain dangling like a treat from his neck. 

His violet eyes widen an inch, shocked at seeing you here. "You came," he states, giving you a smile. He actually looks happy to see you. "I didn't think you'd show up. You look good." His eyes rake over your dress, lingering a bit too long on your legs. 

“A party's a party," you deadpan, fixing your face as if you ate something sour. "It was Shoko's idea to come." He doesn't look the least bit disappointed that it wasn't your decision. "Well, m'glad you did," he replies, sounding genuine. "Hopefully, you'll stick around this time." 

A sudden flashback appears in your mind: Geto, age eighteen, looking down at you with those damn violet eyes as he stands on his childhood home's back porch. "I’ll be right back. Stick around for me." He turns to go inside, leaving you to touch your lips where his once were, claiming he wanted to teach you in case you did it in college and didn't know how. 

You remember that after waiting fifteen minutes for him, you had gotten up and left the party, but texted him that you did. He never answered. The next day, you got the news that he left for California in the dead of night. He hadn't even said goodbye prior to you kissing. 

"What does that mean?" you ask him now, squinting at his muscular back as he turns to pour himself more beer. Does he mean when you left his party? Does he mean when you ghosted him the same way he did you? 

'What does he mean?!' your drunken mind screams, frustrated.

Before you can turn him around and force him to answer, Gojo comes to break it up. "Heeey, there's the winner!" he shouts, tossing himself at Geto. "We got beer pong started! You two stop bein' so antisocial and join in!" 

But before he can wrap an arm around you and force you over to the beer pong table, you give him a wavering smile and side-step him. "I-I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you stammer before running off to get out of there as quickly as humanly possible. 

You squeeze through the throng of partiers, getting your toes stepped on and accidentally bumping people before making it to the staircase. Quickly, you wedge yourself upstairs and walk past closed doors until you find out that is cracked. 

In your drunken and panicked state, you push it open to see nothing but darkness. "Dammit," you huff, pressing your hand against the wall to find a light switch. Luckily, you find it...the bad news is that you're in a bedroom. 

Geto's bedroom. You can tell from the surfboard sitting in the corner of the room and the framed photos of his life in Cali on his dresser and armoire. It is a beautiful room with a king-sized bed coated in a combat bedspread, a flat-screen, and a balcony overlooking the beach. 

"Shit!" you hiss, stumbling backwards. "This isn't the bathroom!" You have to leave now before you're caught! But as you turn to rush out, you clumsily knock a photo off of Geto's dresser. "Shit!" you hiss again, panic seeping in your veins. You're so sure that you'll be caught. 

Quickly, you kneel down to pick up the framed photo of a young Geto and his parents at a surfing competition, but something stops you short. There, on the floor, is a blue greeting card covered in fish that change colors in the light. With shaky hands, you open the card and find your handwriting: "Good luck in Cali - Y/N" 

'He kept it,' you think to yourself, in shock. Your mom told you to buy it for Geto despite you not wanting to. You had handed it to him in a hurry, flushing with embarrassment, but he just smiled at the card before taking you outside to sit with him on the back porch. 

Before he asked you about college. Before he mentioned dating. Before he lightly teased you about kissing before he realized that you've never kissed anyone. Before he showed you how, his lips soft and his tongue piercing gliding against your tongue. 

Before he went back inside and left you sitting there, starstruck and then forced to confront your actions. Before he left for LA and never returned until now, bringing the past back with him. 

"Hey." You squeak, dropping the card and finding Geto standing there in the doorway. Quickly, you pick up the items you dropped and stand. "I was just looking for the bathroom," you lamely explain. "I got lost." 

He huffs out a laugh, his squinted eyes full of humor. "Don't sweat it. There's one in here you can use; just don't puke in my toilet." Quickly, you hand him the items and rush to the bathroom door near his bed, feeling calm only when you are finally alone. 

You manage to pee and check yourself in the mirror, finding only slightly smudged mascara and a glow to your face from the spiked punch and your setting mist's hold breaking up, before exiting after washing your hands. 

Geto turns from his dresser, his eyes concerned. "You good?" he asks. You primly nod, awkwardly fidgeting with the ruffles on your dress. "You kept the card I gave you," you murmur. 

He looks confused, obviously tipsy too, before he looks at the fish-coated card. "'Course I did," he chuckles. "It's a cute card. You always loved your fish." He stares down at it rather adoringly, making you feel weird butterflies. "Y'know, it's funny, but I always knew you'd leave here too. You were always so smart...destined for bigger and better shit." 

You hug yourself, squeezing away the flutters. "Yeah, well, I only started college. I could flunk at any time." 

Geto shakes his head, looking serious now. It renders you breathless. "You won't. You never will, Y/N. That was never you." He pauses, shaking his head as he looks back at the card. "You were always so dedicated. So determined. So fuckin' hard-headed." 

So much for the nice shit. "Thanks for the compliment," you murmur. "I've been told that by guys before." He chuckles to himself, the sound airy and sexy. "So you dated around at school?" he wonders aloud. 

You scowl at him, weirded out and confused by his sudden interest in your dating life. "Of course, I did. I'm a nineteen-year old girl, Geto." You cock your head to the side, sizing him up. "Why're you askin' me that anyway?" Geto keeps giving you that strange look, one you can't decipher. 

CRASH! 

You both flinch at the sound of something breaking outside the door. "Shhhh!" someone shushes while giggling. Geto unclenches his fists at his sides, sighing defeatedly, before giving you a small smile. "Wanna go somewhere more private?" he asks. 

You make out the hope in his tone, his eyes alight with something. Not lust, but it's still there, looming before you. You keep silent, unsure. Sensing your hesitation, he bluntly says, "I'm not tryin' to do anything, Y/N. I wouldn't do that. I just meant let's talk. We can go on the beach and take a walk if you down." 

Still, you're silent, weighing your options. Standing near the cracked balcony doors, you feel the summer breeze cool from the sea, relaxing and serene. Geto's expression grows softer, his eyes and lips drawing you in. "It's your choice, sweetie." 

Between the sea breeze and the music pounding against your skull, you are more inclined to agree...and not at all because of the random ass pet name he throws at you. "Fine then," you reply. "Let's talk." 

You never knew how quiet the beach could be until you and Geto start walking side by side in complete silence on its shores. 

It's a beautiful night; a night fit for a painting with its starry sky and soft waves crashing against the shore and mossy rocks. A fat, white moon hangs in the sky, suspended like a spotlight. The beach stretches on and on, your footprints from your bare feet in the sand leading all the way back to the AirBNB. 

You and Geto have been walking for at least five minutes, but with the silence and the tension in the air, it feels like five days. As the ocean breeze blows, you shiver slightly, holding your sandals against your chest. 

Geto notices. Of course, he would. "Cold?" he asks. You shake your head, pressing your lips tight together. They are slick with a fresh coating of Fenty Beauty lip bomb gloss. "I'm fine," you mutter. 

Suddenly, he unrolls the blanket he's been holding under his arm, having carried it in case you wanted to sit. You shake your head, emitting a laugh from him. "Don't fight it, Y/N," he chuckles. "You've always been so stubborn." 

You flush as he places his blanket over your shoulders; it smells of sea salt and citrus. You continue to walk with him, the tension brewing now. "You always treated me like a kid," you say way harsher than you intended. "Even when we were younger." 

Geto hums to himself, acknowledging your statement. "Is that why you always hated me?" he suddenly asks. You glance at him, your stomach jumping at his words. "What?" you dumbly question. 

His smile is wry; weak. "It's not a secret, Y/N. You never liked me, even as kids. I never knew why 'cause I always liked you." 

You scoff, calling bullshit. "Is that why you always picked on me? Why you always acted like you were better than me? 'Cause you liked me so much?" You tick to fingers up and down, air-quoting "liked". 

Geto is silent for a while, leading you to look at him only to find him gone. You turn to find him some ways behind you, having paused in the sand to stare at you in the moonlight that illuminates his handsome face. "Is that what you think?" he questions, squinting those damn eyes at you. 

Why does he sound so surprised? You find yourself becoming irritated by his mock obliviousness (you're also kinda drunk). "You were always so cocky," you shoot. "Always knew more than me. Always did better than me at everything. I could never compete." 

You know you're saying too much. You know that you're uncapping a bottle that should stay closed...but you can't anymore. The vodka and the sea and Geto's cologne are all pushing you to be vulnerable tonight. 

The surfer's eyes soften more, gazing down at you as if you are a wounded kitten. "Is that why you quit surfing?" he softly wonders. Your anger subsides, replaced with fear. He knows. And he's heard which is worse. From Shoko? Maybe by your parents? 

You stare down at your feet, biting your lip. "It wasn't just that," you admit. "That night after your party...when we..." You grow hot in the face. "Say it," Geto softly urges. "What did we do, Y/N?" He has gotten closer and you are hyperaware of it. "We...kissed," you whimper bashfully. "And you left and never called me again." 

"Well, you never called me either," he rebuttals, a smile in his voice. "I figured you moved onto bigger and better men. Plus, we never dated to begin with. Like I said, you hated me." 

"I didn't hate you," you rebuttal, not liking how he's painting you or how he's making you feel: guilty. Ashamed. "You were just always rubbin' shit in my face." 

Now it's Geto's turn to feel guilty and ashamed. "I never meant to make you feel like that, Y/N. I'm sorry...but you never should've quit surfing. Not because of me and my mistakes." 

Damn. That hurt. It hurt more than you'd like to admit. "So giving me my first kiss was a mistake?" you blurt. 

The surfer sighs, exhausted. "You misunderstood me. That was never a mistake, but I couldn't let you get involve in me. In this." He ticks a finger between himself and you. "Everything. You were on your road and I didn't wanna ruin that for you." 

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip again, tears threatening to push past your eyes. Why is he saying all of this now? "But I always thought about you," he professes. "I never stopped thinking about that night, sweetie. How you looked...how you tasted..." 

His words set you on fire, making you feel like you just stepped foot in lava. "W-We shouldn't talk like this," you stammer. "You shouldn't be saying this. Not to me." 

You turn to walk off, mostly to cool down and clear your swimming head, but Geto gently takes your hand. It's so much bigger than yours. "How come?" he murmurs, his face intimately soft. You stare at your hands locked together, wondering what his fingers would feel like on your body. "Like you said; I'm on my road and so are you. We'll both be leaving in the fall anyways." 

Geto raises a brow. "So?" he asks. You have a logical rebuttal in your head; it's there! 

"S-So...so..." And yet, you are bumbling and fumbling over your words now, your mind going blank. And then you feel the drunken tears pushing up, your embarrassment and these stupid feelings making you feel so small.

"It's okay, Y/N," Geto comforts. "Come here." He pulls you into him and you let him, his big arms embracing you. You let yourself melt into his touch, against his rock-solid body. You inhale his scent, falling into a field of citrus fruit and saltwater. 

In his arms, you feel safe. Safe enough to admit the thought that's been pushing at your skull for three years now. "You showed me how to kiss before," you whisper against his chest. "You wanted to teach me how to be good for guys in college." 

"Mmm-hmm," he hums. "I did. I'm sorry that I-" 

"Show me again," you interrupt. "Teach me." Geto's body tenses and he pulls away to glare at you, confused and alarmed. But you keep your gaze soft, hoping he'll see that you're serious. 

Quickly, the confusion melts and his eyes grow hooded, making heat pool between your thighs. "Have you kissed anyone since you left?" he asks, his voice husky and deep. You bite your lip, nipples hardening beneath your dress...though they've been hard since he hugged you. "Yes," you reply. 

"Did they kiss like me?" he questions. You stay silent, unable to speak and expose yourself even more than you already have. Geto's hand presses against your cheek, gentle and intoxicating. "Tell me, sweetie." 

"No," you manage to squeak out. He inhales slowly as if he can barely contain your response and then, slowly, carefully, he leans down to swoop you up in a soft, passionate, earth-shatteringly magical kiss that nearly makes your foot pop like a girl in a romcom would. 

It is just as amazing as the first one you shared was, only this time, you're older and so is he. So he can deepen the kiss if he wants to. You can allow him to slide his tongue against yours, the cool metal of his piercing caressing your tongue. You can moan into his mouth as your hands wrap around him, pulling him closer. He's still the best kisser you've ever had. 

Suddenly, Geto pulls away with a soft groan and tilts your chin up slightly to kiss your neck. Each kiss leaves a trail of fire across your skin as you grasp his broad shoulders. "Suguru," you softly moan. "People might see us." 

Your body screams with need as he pulls you close to him, pressing you flush against him. "I don't care," he rasps out. "Let them. I want this." You can feel it: it's pressing into your thighs now, hard and throbbing thanks to his trunks. 

"I want this too," you mewl. "I want you." He pulls away to look at you, allowing you to stand on your toes and kiss him again, hungry and needy. 

"Fuck," he whispers against your lips, astonished. He pulls away from your kiss, taking his bottom lip with you as he gently suckles on it. It excites you, making your pussy throb beneath your dress. "There's a couple things I'll have to teach you then," he softly chuckles. 

You wonder what he means by that until he takes your hand, interlacing your fingers. "Come here, with me." 

You let him lead you away down the beach, yards away from the house, behind a small, secluded surfboard hut. Colorful surfboards hide you from view and Geto lowers his beach bag down to pull you close. It is now just you two standing alone, unbothered and together. 

"So what now?" you wonder aloud, giddy with excitement and thrill. A wicked smirk appears on the surfer's lips. "I'll show you. First, you need to get out of this sexy lil' dress." His big hands slide your spaghetti straps down, revealing your tan lines. 

You find yourself giggling yet feeling nervous as you help him slide your dress off, revealing the string bikini underneath. Geto salaciously bites lip as he helps you pull each string off, letting each article of clothing fall to the sand. That leaves you naked, exposed to him and his cock pulsing beneath his shorts. "You're perfect," he sighs. "Better than I ever dreamed." 

That makes you smile and your pussy gush between your thighs. He joins you, only having to kick off his slides and peel off his shorts. Your mouth grows dry at the sight of him: his tanned, lickable abs lead down to a happy trail and pale, muscular thighs untouched by the sun where his beautiful, throbbing cock swings. 

He, too, is as perfect as you dreamed he'd be. He is what you'd imagine while with other boys in college, while you'd rub your pussy in your dorm room, biting your pillow to not wake your roommate. Your childhood nemesis of all people! 

"C'mere," he huskily orders. You do so, wanting so badly to be near him. You begin to kiss and touch each other the way you've dreamed, indulging in all you have to offer. His body is a wonderland, thrilling you in ways a wave can't. 

Geto pulls away from kissing your lips again to focus on your breasts, massaging them with his big hands. He pays close attention to your fluttering eyelids and soft moans, moving on to gently sucking on the hard peaks of your nipples. 

You gasp and cup his head against your tits, tingling with pleasure. Your nipples are usually very sensitive, meaning that every tweak of Geto's fingers and swipe of his slick tongue sends your pussy into a frenzy. "W-Wait," you stammer, rubbing your thighs together. "I'm really–" 

"Wet?" he finishes, chuckling. He pauses, staring up at you with glinting eyes. "That's the idea, sugar. That's how I want you." He presses a chaste, wet kiss against your lips as his hand ducks between your thighs to asses the lips down below. 

"Shit!" he hisses, his cock visibly twitching as his fingers become soaked with you. "Did you get this wet when we kissed that night?" 

You jerkingly nod, embarrassed. Despite the way the night ended, you did feel a wet spot as he slowly made out with you that night. 

He looks satisfied with that, his violet eyes glistening like two sugilite gems. "Good girl," he coos. "Such a pretty girl." He gently runs his fingers along your slit, making you whine, before taking them away. 

"Such a pretty pussy," he murmurs, bringing his fingers coated in your juices to his lips. You watch, transfixed and so, so horny for him. Hornier than you've ever been for any guy. "I really wanna taste you," he hoarsely says. "I want you to hook your leg over my shoulder and make up for lost time." 

A heat builds in the pit of your stomach that drops down to your ass. He notices your sudden change in attitude and silently asks with his eyes. "I've...never had that before," you softly admit. 

In all your time in college, you've never had anyone go down on you before. You've given blowjobs and split your legs open for dick plenty of times. But cunnilingus? Never happened. 

Geto looks perplexed, tilting his head to the side. "No one's ever eaten you out before?" he asks, shocked. You think he'll laugh at you, but he just looks plain whipped. "That's...such an honor, sweetie. I'll make it real good for you. You just relax for me, okay?" 

He then kneels before you and swings a leg over his shoulder, forcing you to grab onto him for balance. He smirks, pressing a kiss to your ankle where your gold anklet glistens. "And don't worry; I'm a good diver. I can hold my breath." 

"Okay," you reply, giggling slightly. Your heart races wildly in your chest, anticipating what comes next. From your first kiss to your first lick. 

And God, can this man lick! When Geto says he's a good diver, he isn't kidding. He goes head first, starting off with gentle, slow kiss and tongue flicks against your wet slit, prying your pussy lips apart to gently suck at your clit. 

You moan at the contact, the feeling so foreign yet pleasurable. When he begins to run his lips over your clit, you giggle out, "Sugu, that tickles." He smiles against your pussy before slurping at your juices, running his tongue around your entrance. 

"Oh, fuck," you moan, tilting your head back. "Sugu, that's so good." You press your head back against one of the surfboards as you grip your surfer's shoulders, your white nails contrasting against his tan skin and tattoos. 

He hums appreciatively against your clit, pulling away to smile at you. "Told you I'm a good diver," he jokes. "Shit, you tasted so good." He sounds like he means it, even gazing lovingly at your glistening cunny slick with your arousal and his spit. 

He goes right back in, gently sliding his tongue inside of you as his nose glides against your clit. Your mouth falls agape, your eyes wide as saucers. "Oh, my God," you whine. "Sugu, yes!" You throw your head back from the sheer pleasure, shamelessly grinding your pussy into his tongue. 

You've never felt so high before, especially off of someone else. You feel like you're riding a big wave, feeling the high and rush of being on top of the world before a wipeout. Geto's hands grip your ass, keeping you pressed firmly against his mouth, locking you down so there is nowhere to go but up. 

And up, and up, and up as you get closer to your orgasm. "Sugu," you whimper, winding your fingers through his raven locks. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna...you're gonna make me cum!" 

The surfer hums an eager "mm-hmm" into your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your body. He licks faster, curling his tongue up to toy with that spot that nearly makes you unravel at the seams like an old sweater. 

And soon, you do. With a loud moan of his name and a couple of "fuck"s slipping from your lips, you cream all over Geto's long, wet tongue, still grinding your pelvis into him, riding his mouth. Your orgasm is intense, making you shiver and shake. Your surfer grips you tight, keeping you grounded as you roll and whine your waist for him, riding out your O. 

Finally, your moans grow weak and your hips slow their movement, the pleasure almost painful now. You feels 100x better than you did moments before; freer and sexier. All because of Geto's magical tongue. 

He pulls away to kiss and slurp at your inner thighs, giving you a playful bite. Slowly, he unwinds your leg from his neck and stands, his lips slightly glistening and his eyes lust-blown...and his cock extra hard. "You're so hard," you softly gasp, staring down at the appendage. 

You can't stop yourself; you gently grasp his dick and begin to stroke him, up and down, up and down. His soft groans encourage you, welcoming your touch with a pulse and a twitch. "Yeah? That's all for you. You should've seen me after we kissed that night." 

You feel your pussy throb at the newfound knowledge that he was just as horny for you as you were for him that night. For years you wondered what his cock looked like...felt like...tasted like...and now, here you are with it hard and heavy in your palm. 

"C-Can...can I taste you too?" you softly ask, peering up at him through your thick lashes. "Maybe we can 69?" 

Geto looks taken aback by your bold suggestion laced in such sweet shyness, but then a crooked smile appears. "So you want my tongue again?" he teases, his cock throbbing against your fingers. "Is that it, mama? You like my mouth that much?" 

He cups your chin in his hand, forcing you to keep looking at him. The possessiveness in his grip makes your overly-sensitive cunt twitch. You find yourself nodding, responsive to anything he says. 

He groans, pushing his hips forward so his cock can slide deeper in your hand, fucking it. "Sure thing, sugar; whatever you want. Let me just lay this blanket down." 

After reluctantly tearing himself away from your hand and laying the soft blanket on the sand, he lays down on his back, his thighs open and his hard cock on full display for you. You find your place on top of him, hovering just above his face while your legs straddle each side of his shoulders. 

"Fuck," he softly groans, staring up at your pussy hovered above him. His big hands grip your ass, gently prying them apart to see your other pretty hole. You whimper, biting your lip in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. "You're absolutely perfect, y'know that?" he murmurs, giving your inner thighs an open-mouthed kiss on each. 

You could say the same thing about his big, beautiful, rock-hard, throbbing cock displayed in front of you. The urge to lick and suck on it is almost as powerful as your uncertainty about sitting on his face. "S-So...how do we..." You trail off, bashful. 

Geto chuckles, his breath fanning against your wet pussy, making you twitch with need. "Just sit on my face, sweetie. Don't worry; I can take it." 

He gives your ass a firm squeeze, making you moan. "Then you swerve your hips around, like you're ridin' a wave," he continues, his voice huskier the more he stares at your sobbing wet pussy above him, waiting for a taste. "Just pretend I'm your personal surfboard," he raspily jokes. "I think I'm a little better than one though." 

And just as he instructs you to do, you slowly close the gap between your dripping pussy and his face, gasping when his lips and tongue make contact with you. "Oh, fuck!" you shout to the stars, moaning in pleasure. Everything feels so much deeper and intense in this position. 

You hope he feels the same when you begin to stroke and suck on his cock slowly yet greedily. You've been wondering what he would feel like in your mouth, stretching out your throat. You wondered what his moans would sound like as you pleased and stroked him with your wet mouth, caressing him with your tongue. 

Well, now you do, and you have front row seats. His toes curl and his hips slowly grind up to meet your mouth every time you pull your head up and down, humming from the taste of pre-cum on your tastebuds and his tongue fucking your pussy. 

You are sure that you're dripping all over Geto's pretty face, but he sloppily eats your hole like he needs more, massaging your ass while he does so. You continue to grind against his face, alternating between rubbing your clit against his top lip and nose. 

"Mmm, baby," you moan, wetly popping off of his cock to verbally tell him of your pleasure. "Sugu, you're mouth is s-so good!" 

Geto grunts into your pussy as he juts his cock up to rub it against your tits, desperate for relief too. You go back to giving it to him, slipping him down your throat, hollowing your cheeks and opening the tight hole of your throat for better access. You want to give him all of you. 

At some point, for what feels like hours of constant sucking, licking, and slurping each other up, you find yourself cumming again. You muffle your moans and slutty sounds of your O with Geto's cock, keeping your lips wrapped around it as he swallows your cum, moaning about how sweet you are. 

You tremble and shudder from the orgasm, digging your nails into Geto's tree-trunk thighs to ground you. You have never had two intense orgasms back to back before, and it leaves your body drained. 

Slowly, you slip off of Geto's face to allow him air to breathe and straddle his chest instead. You look back at him lying behind you, lips glistening with your cum, his hair a mess, and a dazed look in his eyes. He's never looked sexier. "Tired, sweetie?" 

"Not at all," you quip back. "You didn't cum yet." You wrap a hand around his spit-slicked cock and begin to stroke him, earning a moan of enjoyment. "Did you want something more?" you suggest, hoping you don't have to elaborate on that. 

You don't. From the look in Geto's eyes, he knows exactly what you mean. "Yeah, but...I don't think I have a condom," he sheepishly admits, a pink blush coating his cheeks. It's so unlike him yet so endearing. "I'm sorry. I can go back and-" 

"No," you cut in, shaking your head. "I mean, there are other ways, right?" The surfer silently stares at you, making you think that maybe you said the wrong thing...until his lips curl into a salacious smile. 

"You want this dick that badly, huh?" he teases you. Whimpering, you turn your head to face away from him, but he stops you with a sharp smack on your ass. "No, no, don't run. Say it to me. It's just me here, mama." 

It must be the need you feel or the sharp sting of his ass smack that has you so horny and eager, but you turn around and peer down at him through your lashes, heat pooling in your core and making you soak his abs. "I want you, Suguru," you whimper. "Badly." 

A seductive light sparkles in Geto's violet eyes and he nods, his chest rising and falling with anticipation for your cunt. "Do what you want with me then." 

He doesn't have to tell you twice. You brace yourself on his thighs and lift yourself up to hover over his cock, but before you can come down, he stops you, his eyes flaring with a passionate fire. "But when this is over with, I need to you to know that this is not just a one-night thing for me. I want this to be real." 

You stare at him over your shoulder in shock, nearly craning your neck. Desperately, you search for a little glimmer of a lie in his eye. A twitch in his lips. A sign that he is just toying with you and doesn't mean these serious, intimate things...but you find nothing but a hot determination. 

You swallow hard, feeling a lump form in your throat. "Sugu—" 

"Just listen, please," he hoarsely begs, pleading with his eyes. "I've been thinkin' about you for over a year, Y/N, wonderin' how you are, where you are, who you're with." He sits up to plant a soft kiss on your back, your shoulder blades, your waist. 

"I'm sorry I didn't take that chance to go down your road with you. I'm sorry I never told you this before, but now...now we're here and I'm not wasting another second not bein' real with you." 

He wraps his arms around you, holding you in his lap, locking you there. "I want you," he rasps. "I don't care if you leave and go back to the city to live your life. I'm always gonna want YOU, Y/N. And if you don't feel the same, say it now so I'm not makin' myself look like a fool." 

Those words, saccharine sweet and filled with so much yearning, make you wetter than you've ever been in your life. He has freed you from the past and your resentment for him. You now know that you can be real too. 

You feel tears push past your eyes, most definitely fucking up the rest of your mascara, as you take his hands and interlace your fingers with his. "I want you too, Suguru," you softly sob. "I need you." You grind your pussy against his cock, emitting a groan from the both of you. 

Geto leans back on the blanket, eyes hooded and so dark that you can see the stars in them. "Then take me." 

With the flames of a thousand horny fires lighting your loins up, you push yourself up, your hands still locked with Geto's, and then come down to grind your naked pussy against his shaft. Your surfer gives a low hiss while you lewdly moan, sparks of pleasure shooting throughout your bodies. 

Your pussy lips are sticky and wet, sliding so easily against Geto's thick, gorgeous cock, your twitching clit singing with pleasure. You're so wet that he could easily slip inside and fill you up to the brim with all of him, stretching your walls out and tattooing himself against you so you can never forget the feeling. 

"Shiiiiit, sweetie," Geto hisses, making you giggle from the sheer force it takes for him to hiss out that one swear. Is your pussy really that good? You turn to stare at him over your shoulder, becoming transfixed at the way his face screws in pleasure, cheeks flushed and lips plump from kissing. 

You release his hands, letting him grasp your hips as they grind and roll against him, his cock sliding between your dripping pussy lips, coating his shaft and balls in your juices. "How's it feel bein' my surfboard?" you joke. 

Your surfer cracks a smile, a laugh leaving his pretty lips. "Fuckin' perfect," he replies. "A wave don't compare to this." 

You concur, your eyes rolling back from the magical feeling of your clit sliding against his dick. Moans of "ah" and "mmm" leave your lips as you grind quicker, speeding up your movements and applying more pressure to your clit, stimulating yourself on your surfer with every intention of cumming. 

You can tell Geto isn't far behind from the sound of his moans growing louder and his grip tightening around your hips. "S-Sugu," you warn. "If we're not quick, someone could come soon." 

"Yeah," he hoarsely agrees, "and it's gonna be me if you keep that up. Fuck, the way you move makes me wanna visit your city as soon as the fuckin' fall hits." 

You know he's referring to the way you're gyrating your hips forward, causing your pussy to slide against the base of his cock, so you continue. 

"I want you to cum," you whine, turning back to look at him. "Please, Sugu, baby. Cum with me." 

The man is practically in agony, his neck tense and his jaw tight as he gets closer and closer to cumming. "Fuck, Y/N!" he gasps, lifting his hips to meet your grinding. "Keep lookin' at me like that. Need to see you cum for me." 

You frantically nod and close your eyes to focus. Focus on your hips moving together. Focus on your clit tingling as you reach your peak. Focus on that tightening knot in your core getting tighter and tighter until...it snaps. 

"Fuck, Sugu!" you whine, definitely loud enough for the rest of the beach to hear. You don't care; not when your third orgasm of the night is so good and euphoric. You spill your cream all over Geto's cock, leaving you both sticky and wet with your cum. 

Geto continues to grind himself against your cunt, repeating lewd moans of "fuck, fuck, fuck" until he forces you to bend forward, presenting your ass to him. He wraps a hand around himself and furiously fucks his fist until he finally spurts his cum all over your ass. 

You shiver in delight as he moans from his release, the sound echoing throughout the salt-scented air, mingling with the soft crashing of the waves. A giddy and delirious giggle escapes you as you feel his warm spurts of spunk hit your ass, marking you with his scent. You always hated it when guys did this to you back in college. 

But with Geto Suguru? You welcome it. 

After some recovering and some small kisses on your backside, Geto helps you lie down with him on the blanket under the starry canvas of the night sky. Together, you curl against each other, his chest your pillow and your arms becoming anchors as they wrap around his waist. 

You close your eyes, letting your head swim and your heart race decrease. You feel better than you've had in weeks. "That was so nice," you sigh against his chest. 

"You definitely were," he chortles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you more." You hum in disagreement, pressing a kiss to one of his pecs, stroking the dark outline of his tattoos. "It was more than enough," you promise. 

And then reality hits you like a big wave right in the face, causing you to giggle to yourself. Geto looks down at you expectantly, raising a brow. "What?" he probes. 

You shake your head though you grin to yourself, still stroking his ink. "This is...just crazy, y'know?" you snort. "Me sleeping with my childhood nemesis who confessed his romantic feelings for me? Shoko won't believe it." 

Geto laughs with you, using one of his big hands to stroke your hair. "Nah, she will; Gojo too. They always knew I had a thing for you." 

Of course, they did. 

"I meant what I said earlier," he suddenly says. You look up at him, confused. His eyes are soft and intimate. "That I'd visit you in your city. That wasn't just sex talk. With my type of money, I'll fly wherever you go." 

You laugh and pinch his nipple at his cocky little quip, earning a pinch on the ass in retaliation. "I'd love that, Sugu," you purr, snuggling into his side. Your stomach flip-flops with hope, wondering if this truly is a done deal. "So this can really work? Us? When we leave here in the fall?" 

Geto hugs you closer to him, his arms secure and strong as they lock around you. "I'll make it work, but only if you want that too." 

You want that more than anything. "Well, you know I love challenges," you giggle into his chest. "I'll gladly try dating a celebrity athlete." You sigh, draping your legs across his, intertwining them in a heap. "At least we have now." 

"And the whole summer," he murmurs into your hair. 

For a while, you stay like that, you the little spoon and he the big spoon, snuggling on the blanket in your afterglow against the soft lull of the waves. But after a while, reality sets in again and the night remains young. 

"So...what now?" Geto wonders aloud. You sit up on the blanket, his hands still stroking your thighs. "Well, we do have this open beach...and these surfboards right here." 

Your eyes click to the colorful surfboards presented before you before you give Geto a knowing glance. He cocks his head at you, smirking at signature smirk that makes your panties drop. "Are you challengin' me, L/N?" he teases. "You must wanna get that ass whooped." 

You scoff, shooting off of the blanket to find your bikini. "Don't play me. I may be rusty, but once I get back on that board, I'm doin' the whoopin' here." 

You stick your tongue out at him as you bend down to pull your bikini bottoms over your soaked pussy. You are just tying the strings around your waist when you feel a hand sharply smack your ass from behind. 

SPANK! 

You squeak, looking up to find Geto already gunning for the water with his asscheeks out, his trunks in one hand, and a surfboard under his arm. "Sugu!" you squeal. "You cheated!" 

He turns to look at you, his grin as bright as the summer sun. He is the epitome of joy as he steps backwards into the frothy water. "Don't hate the player; hate the game, mama," he laughs. "Now get your ass in this water with me!" 

You finish getting dressed and take a surfboard before running after him, laughing giddily, joy spilling out of you. As soon as you hit the water and surf the first wave in what feels like decades, you feel complete. Especially with your new boyfriend. 

THE END.

You turn away from your reflexion in the full length bathroom mirror, your heart thumping in fear that your man will open the door. "U-Uh, okay, babe!" you stammer. "Hold up! Just a minute!"

You turn back to look at the full-figured woman standing before you wearing the string bikini that for some reason you were so tempted to buy from the mall. It is a bright sunshine yellow with a thong bikini bottom that certainly does make your plump ass look immaculate.

But the other stuff? They don't make you feel the least bit immaculate. Or sexy or hot or whatever else your boyfriend always calls you.

As you zero in on each part of your body, you're hyperaware of each flaw, like the way your titties sag slightly in your bikini cups. Or how prominent your cellulite looks on your thighs. Or how your tummy protrudes under the strings of your bikini bottom, all rolls and love handles.

You raise your chubby arms, frowning at the hanging flesh there, and then poke your stomach. All soft flesh. You feel so...exposed. Though you're aware every girl at Bakugou and Mina's pool party will probably be wearing the same thing, you feel like you can't.

You bought this bikini specifically for this pool party a week ago and thought you looked good in it beforehand, but as you stare at yourself in the full-length mirror now, all you can think about is ripping it off and returning it (because you kept the receipt).

What were you thinking? And what was Izuku, your sexy, hot pro hero boyfriend with abs and a firm ass to die for thinking calling you hot in this?!

"I can't wear this," you whisper to yourself. But as you begin to reach back to untie the bikini top, feeling uncomfortable and itchy in it, you're interrupted again.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Baby, we're down to five!" Izuku hollers. "Is everything alright?" He sounds worried which isn't good. Quickly, you run the sink water on high. "Y-Yeah!" you stammer. "Sorry, I just spilled water on the floor. I'll meet you outside."

Your heart thumps wildly, hoping he won't come in and see you trying to take your bathing suit off. You know he'll protest, your sweet, supportive Izuku. You still wonder how you managed to bag a guy like him.

"Well...okay," he reluctantly replies. "I'll pack the sunscreen for you and get the AC runnin'!"

When he finally leaves, you sigh in relief. You don't want your boyfriend coming in and seeing you crash out over a bathing suit. You look at the shirt and denim cut-offs sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Your saving grace.

When you pull on the oversized shirt and shorts over your bikini, though it allows you the coverage and hiding you crave, you also feel...weird. Trapped. Unconfident. You hate how you feel.

But you don't have time to wonder why with the clock winding down. Quickly, you grab your pool bag and flip flops before hurrying to meet your boyfriend in the driveway.

Izuku is leaning against his dark green sports car when you show up outside. He looks like a damn catalogue model standing there in the bright sun, his Raybans on his eyes and only wearing his trunks and a tight white tank top. Your lick your lips at the light dusting of freckles across his broad shoulders and chest, his muscles so prominent and yummy.

"Ready!" you announce, plastering on a big, fat smile. He smiles at the sight of you...but then that smile quickly fades. He looks put off at the sight of you. "What's up?" you ask.

Those emerald eyes still look confused as they roam over your outfit. "Uh...nothing!" he chirps, plastering on a fake smile. "It's just...didn't you have a bathing suit you bought that you wanted to wear?"

You are one step ahead of him, having already cooked up a story as to why you didn't wear it so he won't worry about you. "Oh, I got juice on it, so it's in the washer machine," you quickly lie. "So I threw this on. Don't worry, this fits me better anyway!"

Izuku still looks pretty concerned and unswayed by your chipper attitude though. He knows you way too well. But you figured as his girlfriend for five years and roommate, he would know you like the pages of his favorite book.

Izuku has always treated you as the beautiful, sexy woman you want to be seen as. Despite your different body shapes obvious size difference (funny enough, Izuku is TALLER than you!), and the fact that he could always go for a smaller, more famous woman, the #1 pro hero still holds you up on a pedestal.

And so you try to hide this from him in the hopes to not worry or hurt him. "I'm fine, babe," you coo, placing a hand on his arm. "Now c'mon before Bakugou blows up your phone for being late...and you know he'll LITERALLY blow it up."

Despite Izuku's obvious concern, he still gets in the driver's seat while you crawl into the passenger's side and skids off from your shared condo for your mutual friends' party.

As you suspected, Bakugou and Mina went all out for this party: the outside of their mansion is decorated in inflatable beach balls, fake tiki torches, and paper lanterns while colorful animal floaties, pool noodles, and water guns surround the mammoth-sized pool filled with people. There are tables filled with booze, Jell-O shots, and BBQ thanks to Bakugou's cooking skills.

Everywhere you look, you see guests dressed in their best swimwear...and girls in all kinds of bathing suits. All of them sexy. All of them exposing skin. You already feel like a zebra in a herd of a gazelles. Despite Izuku's firm hand in yours, you feel so unconfident and already want to go home.

Luckily, one of the hosts greets you before you can. Bakugou has on his best orange trunks while the rest of him is shirtless, tattoos and muscles on full display. You may have had some dreams involving him and Izuku together with you a few times.

"There you extras are," he huffs, smirking at you and Izuku, the sweetheart pair. Then he wrinkles his nose at you. "You lose your bathing suit or somethin', squirt?"

Squirt-the stupid nickname he calls you because of your height. "It's underneath, Bakugou," you sarcastically reply, "but thank you for your concern." You think you see Bakugou shoot Izuku a confused glance, but you ignore it.

Then Mina comes bounding over in a zebra-print bikini, looking absolutely fabulous in it. Her legs and stomach are toned from years of training. Her perky breasts jiggle enticingly. And her ass? You could bounce a whole bank off of it!

"Eeee, you're here!" she squeals, squeezing you and Izuku both to her in a tight embrace. You can smell the tequila off of her, mixing in with the scent of mango shampoo in her pink curls. "Come on, we've got BBQ and plenty of alcohol. You two want some shots?"

She drags you and Izuku over to the tables with Bakugou, her grumpy yet hot boyfriend, trailing after you, yelling at you to not take all of the twisted teas.

Once you take a Jell-O shot with Izuku, you both hooking your elbows together to drink in unison, you fill your red cup up with some of Mina's concoction: fruit punch spiked with vodka and topped with an umbrella. The alcohol helps to ease your anxiety, pushing it deep down enough for you to act like you're enjoying yourself.

As you begin to socialize with people, you become increasingly aware of how "out of bounds" you are even more. Conversing with Mina and the group from UA becomes difficult once you notice how good all the girls look in their bikinis.

And of course, they notice that you didn't go with the pool party attire.

"Kero, you didn't wear a bathing suit, Y/N?" Tsuyu curiously asks in her frog-green bikini. You simmer in the sun with everyone's eyes on you. "O-Oh, it's underneath," you nervously giggle.

"You must be hot in that though!" Kiri protests, looking so funny with the white streak of sunscreen on his nose. "This sun is blazing! Sweating is real manly, but jeez!"

You give him a tight-lipped smile, sweating out of awkwardness...and because of the sun. You don't dare raise your arms. "I just wore this because I burn easily."

"That's a good idea," Momo agrees, looking damn near like a Victoria's Secret model in her red bathing suit that outlines her perfect, slender body. "I tend to burn easily too, but Jirou insisted I just apply more sunscreen."

Jirou tuts in her purple bikini, an arm wrapped around Momo's slender waist. Uraraka giggles to herself, looking so cute in her pink bikini with white flowers posted on each of her bikini cups. She suddenly gasps, pointing. "Oh, look! Pool animals!"

You and the girls turn excitedly, gaping at the inflatable zebras, giraffes, hippos, and frogs being tossed in the pool by Denki and Sero. Mina, drunk as hell, tries to hurry over, but Bakugou snatches her back by her bikini bottoms.

"Hold up, Pinkie," he growls. "You need more sunscreen on ya. Can't have you lookin' like a damn shrimp." You watch as he squirts some sunscreen on his hands and rubs it up and down her toned back, hips, and ass, making her jiggle when he gives her a playful smack on the behind.

"Thank you, baby," she giggles, kissing him on the cheek. "Now come swim with me!" She takes his hand and drags him off with the others, leaving you to watch in envy. You tug at the collar of your shirt, hot and sweaty, the blue water looking extra appetizing.

'Just take off the damn shirt!' your inner voice screams at you. 'Who cares about how you look? It's a pool party!'

Luckily, Izuku comes to your rescue before you can succumb to your inner thoughts. He is a little tipsy judging by his squinty, green eyes and flushed cheeks. Probably too many Jell-O shots. He looks so cute when he's drunk.

"Hey, you," he coos, his eyes sparkling at the sight of you. "You're not gettin' in the pool?" You cross your arms over your chest, soothing yourself. "I will," you reply. "I just ate though. It's not good to swim when you just ate."

It's a shit lie and Izuku knows it. You only ate a piece of BBQ chicken and a salad...and that was an hour ago! He suddenly leans in, placing a hand on the small of your back. "Can we talk for a minute?" he whispers. Oh, boy. You can already tell this is about something serious.

You know you can't escape this, so you let Izuku lead you away from the party and in the mansion for one of the many bathrooms. This one is located in the back of the house, away from the party that turns to muffled noises once Izuku gets you alone.

He first checks to make sure you're alone before he shuts the door. You swallow, feeling uncomfortably big like Alice in a too-small room. "What's up?" you ask, doing your best to seem as innocent as possible.

Your boyfriend turns to you, a crease between his brows. He looks so worried. So conflicted. You immediately feel like shit. "I didn't wanna say anything and ruin the party for you, but Kaachan practically forced me to do this. I can't help but feel like you wore this for a reason and you're not telling me why."

Your stomach plummets as reality hits you. You knew that this would happen. That he would find out about you and your secrets.

He comes towards you, his emerald eyes etched in worry and gentleness. "Why didn't you wear your bikini?" he gently asks. "Did you really spill juice on it?"

You feel your body tremble in fear. Fear about the truth. "No," you defeatedly confess. "I do have it on under my shirt, but I..." You stare down at your white-painted toes, swallowing the lump growing in your throat.

Izuku presses his fingers under your chin, tilting your face back up to meet his forest-green irises. "But what, doll?" he gently encourages. "Talk to me."

The lump grows bigger and you can feel tears stinging in your eyes, threatening to ruin the makeup you applied with your waterproof mascara and face mist. You hope that the waterproof applies to tears too. "I didn't think I looked good in it," you whimper.

Izuku gapes at you, shocked. "What?!" he exclaims. "Baby, are you kidding?! That bikini was made for you! You looked amazing in it!"

You roll your eyes, once again adverting your gaze from his shocked expression. "You're just saying that 'cause you're my boyfriend," you mutter.

You try to turn away, but Izuku holds you firmly by your arms, keeping you still. His eyes are serious and intense, enflamed with a passionate fire that you've only seen a handful of times. Izuku is usually very laidback and non-confrontational...but not today. You've pushed him.

"No, I'm not," he firmly says. "You looked fucking hot, Y/N. When you sent me that photo at work the first time you tried it on, it took everything in me to not race and put you in our mattress."

Your body grows hot from his dirty confession. It isn't like your boyfriend isn't sexual from time to time, but you don't think he's ever been this blatantly freaky before. "R-Really?" you stammer.

"Really," he answers, stroking your chubby cheek with his calloused, scarred hand. "You're perfect, doll, and I need to you to know that. Bikinis are made for ALL bodies, including yours, and you shouldn't feel insecure about the way you're made."

The saddened, embarrassed tears in your eyes turn to ones of happiness. You giggle, pressing your hands against Izuku's hard planes of pecs, the two studs of his nipple piercings rubbing against your thumbs. "Well, maybe not if I'm with a guy as hot as you," you bashfully agree.

Izuku's other hand moves to cup your ass in your cut-offs, making your pussy throb. "Yeah?" he teases, a smirk playing on his lips. "Then why don't you take that off and show me that bikini underneath?"

"Right here?" you giggle. The sound of the party sounds louder now despite you being nowhere near it. Izuku's hooded, lustful gaze pulls you in, making you want to do everything he wants. "Right here. I locked the door, so no one's comin' in."

That gives you some relief...and arouses you so much that you fear that your thong is a pool now. Especially when Izuku starts using those plush lips on yours, giving you a slow, sensual kiss like he knows you enjoy. He just knows what makes you sticky for him.

So you unbutton and unzip your shorts before sliding them down your thick, plushy thighs, slinking out of them. Izuku's eyes flicker down to your bikini bottoms, a dark shade of lust coating them as his eyes roam over your cellulite and stretch marks. "Baby," he murmurs. "You're perfect."

Then you peel off your shirt and toss it aside, leaving your juicy breasts exposed in your yellow bikini top. Standing before your man and the growing tent in his trunks, you realize just how wrong you were: you are sexy.

"Turn around," he demands. His tone is low and firm, exciting you. You do as he says and brace your hands on the sink as he comes up behind you. His hands begin to roam over your body, drinking in your rolls and plushy stomach.

You softly gasp as you feel his hard-on pressing into your backside, insistent and all yours. All yours. "Baby," you whimper. "We shouldn't-"

"Nah," Izuku interrupts, already moving to strip his top off of his head. "Don't say that. I need to show you." You feel his warm skin and toned body press into you from behind, exciting you further. "Need to show you how perfect you are."

His calloused hands begin to toy with your titties, cupping each one in his palms and massaging them. You moan, tilting your head back into his shoulder as each thumb and forefinger on his hands pinch and tweak your hard nipples through the thin fabric of your bikini cups. "Fuck," you whisper, biting your lip from the immense pleasure.

Izuku softly chortles in your ear, gently suckling on your earlobe as his lips travel down your neck. It doesn't take long for your core to grow hot with arousal, your pussy growing stickier and wetter with every ministration.

He then twists you around to face him and peels the thin cups away to expose your titties to him. His eyes widen an inch, blown with lust and astonishment. "God," he softly groans. "You're so fucking gorgeous."

One of the things that never fails to make you hot and sticky is Izuku's dirty ass mouth. He never cusses in public, even when the cameras aren't around, but in private? The man swears like a sailor, especially when he's deep in your pussy.

He latches his lips onto one of your hardened peaks, gently sucking and nibbling on it as he massages the other. You bite back a loud moan, arching your back and pushing your chest farther into his wet tongue. "Izu," you moan. "W-We really should get back to the party."

"Fuck the party," he growls against your tits. "All my entertainment is right here."

He pulls away, leaving your nipples wet with his spit, and stands a good arm's length from you, teasing you. With mirth in his forest-green eyes, he pulls at the ties holding his shorts up and takes them down, revealing the pale skin of his thighs untouched by the sun and his cock.

His beautiful, hard, throbbing, veiny cock swinging between his thighs sinewy with hair as green as the top of his head. The pink head drips with pre-cum and shines with a metal ball piercing at the tip, desperate to be licked.

You gape at his dick and his impressive body, your fingers itching to indulge in his muscles and the silky, velvety skin of his shaft.

"Yours too," he says, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Don't you want your boyfriend too, baby doll?"

He takes your hands and presses them against his abs, drawing them down to his cock. He bites his lip as your chubbier fingers toy with his shaft, a soft, lewd groan leaving his lips.

The way heat and wetness pools between your thighs screams yes to you. Your entire body reacts to his touch, voice, and the sight of his body, all of you ready to take all of him.

And minutes later, with your pussy slick from his tongue and your arousal and his cock wet with your spit after spitting and sucking on it, you do take him. Deep and slow.

Izuku has you bent you over the sink and your bikini bottoms pulled to the side, his cock sliding in and out of your slick, tight, velvety-soft pussy, enchanted by the way your lips stretch around his length and girth as he pounds into you from behind.

Your mouth falls agape, wanton, loud moans dripping from your lips as your feel his dick piercing kiss that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

Izuku presses his face into your hair, breathing in your shampoo as his hands grip your hips tight, keeping you locked against him. "You look so fuckin' good in this," he groans. "My baby is so pretty."

You feel him grip your chin, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at her," he demands. "Look at that sexy bitch getting fucked by her man. Don't you dare turn away."

You stare at the full-figured, plus-sized woman staring back at you in the mirror, her hair a fucked-out mess and her face screwed in pleasure, streaks of mascara on her cheeks and gloss all over her lips from feverish kissing.

With her bikini top hanging from her stomach, her cups peeled down, her juicy tits jiggle with each thrust that Izuku makes, her tummy and ass jiggling in tandem from the force of his fucking. Her thong is pulled to the side, allowing Izuku easier access to pound into her for a sneaky fuck.

You are exposed. All of you. And you are beautiful. You see exactly what Izuku sees now. "Izu!" you moan. "Fuck, go faster! Please!"

Your pro hero, with his handsome face flushed with arousal and from the activity, widens his eyes at you. Then he splits into a big grin. "Faster?" he chuckles. "Sure, babe, but you gotta keep it down. You'll have the whole party come lookin' for us."

He begins to pound into you faster, harder, one hand gripping your stomach while the other massages your ass, his fingers kneading the glorious, soft globes of pure goodness. "Or maybe you want that," he whispers. "Maybe you're so slutty that you want everybody else to know too."

SMACK!

You squeak as his hand comes down to smack your ass, hard and rough, the sound ricocheting across the bathroom walls. "Then everybody can see how good my baby looks gettin' fucked in her pretty bikini."

SMACK!

"Ah!" you gasp, feeling your pussy twitch around his cock. The sharp sting excites you even more, making your slick drip down your inner thighs that you can feel Isuzu's balls slap against with every thrust.

"Put your leg up," he growls. "I wanna make you cum for me right here. I wanna be deeper." You slowly bring your knee up on the sink, allowing him to sink deeper inside of you. He hides his loud moan into the crook of your neck, desperately pressing his lips into you to avoid screaming at the top of his lungs.

Your man is very local, whimpering, groaning, and grunting about how good your cunt feels tightly gripping him, forcing him to pump all of his inches inside of you. You have to clap your hand tight over your mouth to muffle your moans as he drills into you, making you bounce against his cock like a bunny rabbit.

It doesn't take long for you to feel your core tighten like a knot, your body hyper aroused by the cologne on Izuku's skin combined with his cock massaging your insides. "Oh, my God!" you desperately sob. "Shit, Daddy, I'm close!"

Izuku smugly smiles, reaching one hand down to rub your needy clit with his thick, calloused fingers. "Already?" he chuckles. "I am too. You feel too fuckin' good, baby."

Each dirty word that falls from the sweet, seemingly innocent pro's voice brings you closer to the edge. "If you wanna cum, I need you to do one favor for me." You desperately nod, needing so badly to cream all over his cock. "You ready, doll?" he asks.

"Uh-huh!" you desperately whine, squeezing your eyes shut tight from the pleasure. You need to concentrate in order not to cum before he says to, gripping the sink for dear life as your pussy gushes and squelches from his cock constantly stroking it.

Then his lips are at your ear, whispering you sweet nothings. "Say that you're beautiful," he growls in your ear. "Say that you're the prettiest fucking woman in the world. Say that you look good as fuck in this bikini and you'll never hide your body again."

He snatches your leg off of the sink and, as fast as the speed of light, has you fully bent over the sink, your face pushing down onto the sink. "Tell me that you love your boyfriend and his thick cock," he adds. "And that you know he adores you no matter what you look like."

That's a whole mouthful, you realize. And a lot of which is a little embarrassing to say aloud. You whimper as your boyfriend fucks your tight hole, bouncing your ass off of him in an attempt to get you there faster. "I-I-"

Your boyfriend tuts, slowing down his thrusts. "I can't hear you, darling," Izuku coos. "C'mon, say it nice and pretty for me. Open that mouth up, look in the mirror, and say it!"

He wraps a hand around your hair and pulls your face up to face the mirror, making you stare at your ruined makeup and lust-blown eyes. "I'm beautiful," you whimper. "I-I'm the prettiest...prettiest..."

SMACK!

You sob as his hand comes down to smack your ass again. "Say it!" your boyfriend bellows.

"I'm the prettiest woman in the world!" you sob. "I look good as fuck and I'll never hide my body again!"

Izuku hums in satisfaction, panting and huffing with pleasure. "Aaaand?" he urges.

You whimper with embarrassment, adverting your eyes from your own to stare at your boyfriend in the mirror pounding you from behind. "A-And I love my boyfriend and his thick cock," you add, your cheeks aflame. "And I know he adores me no matter what I look like."

And you believe it.

Izuku peppers your backside in kisses, overjoyed with your words. "Goooood girl!" he joyfully coos. "You did such a good job. Now you get your reward."

He then proceeds to grip your hips and pound into you like there is no tomorrow, making you clap a hand over your mouth to hide your loud moans and screams of pleasure. You're pretty sure he is using some of his quirk here to get you there much faster. You feel as if you are on a speeding rollercoaster taking you down a steep hill.

"You want your reward, doll?" he grunts. "Huh?! Do you want my fucking cum right here, right now?!" His voice is deeper than usual and rough; demanding. It turns you on so much that it's damn near alarming.

"Yes!" you sob. "Yes, yes, yes, Daddy, please!"

"You'd better cum with me then," he demands. "Cream my fuckin' cock, baby." He goes faster, harder, nailing that spot over and over again as he frantically rubs your clit. "Cum for me!" he begs. "Do it all over your man's cock, baby! Give it to me!"

You can't stop the rush of adrenline and bliss you feel as you feel your body seize from your intense orgasm. You sob into your hand as you cum all over Izuku's throbbing cock, trembling as he continues to fuck you through it.

Desperate, slutty grunts leave Izuku's lips as he chases his orgasm in your pussy, plowing you like he owns you until his entire body freezes. "Fuck!" he yells into your neck, his volume muffled as he fills your pussy to the brim with his spunk.

You gasp as you feel the warm rush of cum fill your insides, dripping down your thighs and soaking his balls. A delirious, fucked-out smile appears on your lips, making you giggle behind your hand. You feel so good. So free.

With a soft sigh, Izuku slowly pulls out of you, leaving his cum dripping more down your juicy thighs. His cock is wet with your cream, his green eyes lustful and hooded. "Look what you did," he lustfully says. "Now you've gotta clean it all up."

With a seductive hum, you slither to your knees and lick him up, sucking and slurping your mess off of his shaft. He weakly moans at the feeling of your soft tongue licking him up like you would an ice cream cone.

He then helps you stand on your legs that feel wobbly and soft like jell-O. "You're dripping down here too," he murmurs, admiring his cum drizzling down your soft inner thighs. "Can't have people out there talkin'."

He turns you around and lifts your leg over his shoulder, proceeding to gently lap his and your mixed cum up from your pussy. "Mmm," you softly moan, tossing your head back. You just love it when he gently sucks on your pussy lips, taking extra care to be gentle and soft.

Finally, when you're all cleaned up, you wrap each other up in a tight, naked embrace, the scent of sex and sunscreen in the air. You softly smile, feeling so good and alive in his arms. "Thank you, Daddy," you murmur against his chest.

Izuku presses his hand to the back of your scalp, stroking your hair. "Don't thank me. Just wear that bikini from now on, and don't ever feel weird about your body, okay?" You nod into his chest, your smile growing when he kisses the crown of your head.

Oh, how you love your boyfriend.

Finally, he pulls away and gives you a soft, adoring smile. He reaches down to pull his shorts up over his semi-hard cock still slick with your spit. "C'mon; we should head back before-"

BANG!

"Jesus!" Izuku shouts, immediately covering your body with his. You shriek in panic, covering yourself from the people standing in the doorway.

"What the fuck, Kaachan?!" he angrily yells, his eyes growing a bright, electric green. "Don't you knock?!"

Bakugou and Mina stand in the doorway to the bathroom, smiling at the sight before them. "We did," Bakugou deadpans. "About six times, but you were too busy cumming to hear us." He smugly smiles at you and Izuku, his eyes roaming over what he can see of your body behind your boyfriend.

"I told him to leave you two be, but he insisted," Mina sighs though her cheeks are pink.

Her boyfriend pinches her hip, making her squeal from the pain. "Don't front, you little liar. You wanted to see them fuck...seems like we were too late though."

The shade of bashful pink grows on Mina's face at being exposed for being a little voyeur slut. Bakugou comes into the bathroom with his girlfriend, shutting the door behind him. "I guess the talk went well?" he assumes.

Despite his bashfulness, Izuku nods and gives you a soft, adoring smile, still covering his body with yours as you fix your bikini so it's covering your naked pussy and tits.

Mina pouts adorably, covering her heart. "Awww, you guys are too cute!" she coos. "And you look so hot in that bikini, Y/N. I'm almost jealous of Midoriya." A spark of interest appears in her golden eyes as she looks at you.

Izuku softly laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close, but moves enough to reveal your body to his interested friends. "Don't be, Mina," he chuckles. "Maybe next time, you and Kaachan can join."

Bakugou tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, his tongue toying with his lip piercing. He pulls Mina close to him, his fingers toying with her breasts right in front of you while she bites back a moan.

"Why wait?" he lustfully asks. "She might as well get some use out of that bikini, right, squirt?"

To Be Continued...

The first crack in that wall happened during a brutal rainstorm in late autumn. Most staff had gone home. You stayed late to finish digitizing old incident reports. The door to the main office slammed open. Bakugo stormed in, gauntlets still faintly sparking, soaked uniform clinging to him. Midoriya followed, looking equally worn but offering a tired smile.

“Fucking paperwork,” Bakugo snarled, dropping a thick folder on the nearest desk. Water dripped from his hair.

You startled but stood quickly, taking the folder with steady hands despite your racing heart. “I’ll process these tonight, Bakugo-san. The digital backups will be ready by morning.”

Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks. You don’t have to stay so late. We can handle some of it tomorrow.”

“It’s fine,” you murmured, eyes on the folder. “I don’t mind.”

Bakugo stared at you a second longer than necessary. “You always this quiet, assistant?”

You nodded, cheeks warm. “Usually.”

He grunted. Midoriya just watched with that thoughtful green gaze.

After that, they started noticing you more. Small things at first. Bakugo would slam reports down but mutter a gruff “thanks” when you had them organized perfectly. Midoriya would stop by your desk with extra coffee on long days—“You like it with two sugars, right?”—and chat about nothing important. How the new support gear was performing. How the weather affected quirk control.

You stayed shy. Soft smiles. Timid answers. But you were good at your job, and they respected that.

One night, three weeks later, Midoriya found you in the break room after everyone else had left. You were reheating leftovers, shoulders tense from staring at screens all day.

“Rough shift?” he asked gently, leaning against the counter.

You shrugged, voice quiet. “Just a lot of incident reports from the east district raid. I’m almost done.”

He sat down across from you, green eyes kind. “You’re really thorough. Most assistants burn out fast here. You don’t.”

The compliment made your cheeks heat. “I like making things easier for everyone. Especially you two. You work so hard.”

Bakugo appeared in the doorway then, arms crossed. “Flirting with the staff, Deku?”

Midoriya laughed softly. “Just talking. Join us?”

To your surprise, Bakugo did. He dropped into the chair beside you, close enough that his knee brushed yours. “You eat this shit every night? No wonder you’re so quiet. Need real food.”

From then on, the three of you fell into a routine. Late nights turned into shared meals. Bakugo’s sharp comments softened into gruff teasing. Midoriya drew you out with gentle questions about your quirk (minor telekinesis for organizing files and small objects) and your life outside the agency. You stayed timid around others, but with them you started opening up in small ways—dry little jokes, soft laughs when Bakugo ranted about “extras” in the field.

Winter brought the first real shift. A massive villain attack kept the agency running for three straight days. You worked overtime without complaint, making sure meals were delivered to their floor and reports were filed instantly. When it ended, Bakugo cornered you in the elevator.

“You didn’t have to pull all-nighters for us, dumbass.”

You looked up at him, timid but honest. “I wanted to. You both keep the city safe. Least I can do.”

Midoriya was waiting in the lobby. The three of you ended up at a quiet ramen place nearby. No one spoke much at first. Exhaustion sat heavy. But Bakugo paid for your bowl without asking. Midoriya walked you home, making sure you got inside safely.

That night, your phone buzzed.

Unknown Number: This is Bakugo. Save it. Don’t work yourself dead next time.

Midoriya: Thank you for everything this week. Get some rest. We’ll see you Monday.

The texting started casually. Work updates. Memes Midoriya thought you’d like. Bakugo sending photos of shitty agency coffee with complaints. It felt easy. Safe.

Spring arrived, and so did the first date.

They asked together, cornering you after a staff meeting. Midoriya nervous but determined. Bakugo blunt as ever.

“We’re interested,” Bakugo said. “In more than late-night paperwork and shitty ramen. You in or what?”

Midoriya elbowed him. “What he means is… we like spending time with you. A lot. Would you want to try dating? Both of us?”

You froze, cheeks burning, heart pounding. Shy, timid you didn’t do this. But looking at them—Bakugo’s sharp but sincere gaze, Midoriya’s soft hope—you nodded. “Yes. I’d like that.”

The first official date was simple. A private rooftop dinner arranged through agency connections. City lights spread out below. Bakugo cooked—spicy grilled meat and vegetables, nothing fancy but perfect. Midoriya brought flowers, small and thoughtful.

You were nervous, fiddling with your sleeves. “I’m not very exciting,” you admitted quietly. “Compared to hero work.”

Bakugo snorted. “Bullshit. You keep this whole damn agency from falling apart. That’s more than most extras manage.”

Midoriya smiled warmly. “We like you exactly how you are. Quiet doesn’t mean boring.”

The night ended with careful kisses. Midoriya sweet and lingering. Bakugo rougher, but pulling back when you got shy. No pressure. Just warmth.

Dating them was a slow bloom. They were busy pros, but they made time. Bakugo would drag you to the gym on weekends, spotting you on weights and grumbling when you got too timid to push harder. “C’mon, don’t hold back. I know you’ve got more in you.” Midoriya took you on quiet walks through parks, holding your hand and talking about everything—quirk theory, old memories, future plans. He noticed when you got overwhelmed at agency events and pulled you aside, murmuring soft reassurance until you relaxed.

Publicly, you stayed the same shy assistant. Polite smiles. Soft voice. Behind closed doors at their apartment, things grew more intimate. Cuddles on the couch turned into heated makeouts. They were patient with your timid pace, never pushing. Bakugo’s hands would roam but stop at any hesitation. Midoriya would praise you constantly—“You’re doing so well,” “So pretty like this”—until you melted.

You cooked for them sometimes, simple meals that made Bakugo grunt in approval and Midoriya beam. Movie nights where you ended up sandwiched between them, their warmth chasing away the shyness. They learned your quirks—how you liked your tea, the way you fidgeted when anxious, the soft laughs you let out when Bakugo’s rants got ridiculous.

One night, after a tough patrol, they came home exhausted. You had dinner waiting and the living room set up with blankets. Bakugo pulled you into his lap without a word, face buried in your neck. Midoriya curled against your side, hand in your hair.

“You’re too good for us,” Midoriya murmured.

“Damn right she is,” Bakugo agreed, voice muffled. “Don’t let it go to your head, assistant.”

You just smiled softly, content.

Two and a half months in, the dam broke.

It was another rare night off. The three of you on the oversized couch, a half-watched movie playing. Bakugo’s hand rested possessively on your thigh. Midoriya traced patterns on your arm. The touches had been getting bolder—hands slipping under shirts, kisses turning hungry—but you’d stayed relatively tame, letting them lead.

Tonight, the heat felt different. You shifted restlessly, heat pooling low. The shy mask you wore cracked.

“I need to tell you something,” you said quietly, voice timid even now.

Bakugo paused the movie. “What?”

Midoriya turned fully toward you, attentive. “You can tell us anything.”

You took a deep breath, cheeks burning. “I’m not… as shy as I seem. Not when I feel safe. In bed, I mean. I like it intense. Rough. I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to freak you out. But I want… more. I want you to use your quirks. I can ttake it. I want to feel it.”

Silence stretched for a beat.

Bakugo’s grin was slow and feral. “Well fuck. Our sweet little assistant’s been hiding a freak side.”

Midoriya’s eyes darkened, but his voice stayed soft, that gentle dominance slipping in. “You don’t have to hide with us. Ever. If that’s what you need, we’ll give it to you. Safely. You tell us if it’s too much.”

You nodded, already aching. “Please.”

They moved you to the bedroom with careful hands. Clothes came off slowly at first—your shirt, then Bakugo’s, Midoriya’s—revealing skin and muscle honed by years of hero work. You felt shy again for a moment, arms crossing over your chest, but Bakugo clicked his tongue.

“None of that shit. Let us see what’s ours.”

Midoriya guided you onto the bed, laying you on your back. “Breathe, sweetheart. We’ve got you. Such a good girl for telling us what you want.”

Bakugo settled over you first, knees bracketing your hips. He leaned down, biting a mark into your collarbone. “Gonna give our little freak exactly what she asked for. But you beg nice, yeah?”

You whimpered. “Please, Katsuki.”

He smirked, palm hovering over your chest. Small, controlled explosions danced across your skin—tiny pops of heat and pressure that made your nipples harden instantly. You arched with a soft moan.

“Fuck, she’s sensitive,” Bakugo muttered. “Look at her squirming already.”

Midoriya’s hand slid between your legs, spreading you open. Two thick fingers teased your entrance while he watched your face. “Already so wet for us. That’s my good girl. So eager. You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes—please, more.”

Bakugo pushed two fingers into you roughly, curling them deep as small sparks pulsed against your clit. The combination of stretch, heat, and vibration had you crying out, hips bucking. Midoriya added a third finger, stretching you wider, voice low and praising. “Taking us so well already. Such a perfect little thing. I’m so proud of you for asking for what you need.”

They worked you open together until you came hard, clenching around their fingers with a broken sound. They didn’t stop. Bakugo flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up.

“Ass up. Time to fuck you properly.”

Midoriya knelt in front of you, hand gentle but firm in your hair. “Open for me, sweetheart. Let me feel that pretty mouth while he ruins you.”

You took him eagerly, moaning around his length as Bakugo thrust in from behind in one smooth motion. “Shit—greedy cunt sucking me in. Knew you were a slut for this.”

He set a rough pace, small explosions popping against your hips and ass with every thrust—heat blooming, pressure adding delicious sting. Midoriya fucked your mouth slowly, praising constantly. “That’s it. Such a good girl taking both of us. Look how well you’re doing. I love seeing you like this—full and desperate.”

The contrast wrecked you. Bakugo’s degrading growls mixed with Midoriya’s soft, condescending praise until you came again, harder.

They switched. Midoriya pulled you into his lap, sinking you down onto him with a groan. “Easy, baby. Take all of me. Good girl—just like that.” One For All hummed under his skin, strength holding you exactly where he wanted as he thrust up hard, controlled power making your eyes roll back.

Bakugo moved behind, slick fingers prepping you. “Gonna take us both. Breathe through it, freak.”

The stretch when he pushed in alongside Midoriya was intense. You panted, overwhelmed but needy. They found a rhythm—Bakugo rough, Midoriya steady and deep. Quirks active the whole time. Sparks dancing across your skin. One For All pressure points lighting up nerves. You came twice more before they did, Bakugo first with a curse, Midoriya right after, filling you while murmuring praise.

Aftercare was thorough. They cleaned you gently, wrapped you in soft blankets, fed you water and snacks. Bakugo grumbled about “hydration, dumbass” but held you close. Midoriya kissed every mark, whispering how perfect you were.

“You’re full of surprises,” Bakugo said later, voice rough but warm. “Good ones. Don’t hide that shit from us again.”

Midoriya nuzzled into your neck. “We love all of you. The shy assistant and the one who wants us to wreck her. We’re keeping every part.”

You smiled softly, tucked safely between them. Timid in the daylight, free with them in the dark. It was exactly right.

༉‧₊˚. A/N: I need them BIBLICALLY

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Your boyfriend, Izuku, is suuuuuch a pervert.

You would have never expected it from your sweet boy. Izuku was so sweet, he never did anything you didn’t want to, he was so respectful to the point it was humorous, and he got flustered at you even touching his hand!

Which is why it surprised you when about a year into your relationship, things began to shift. 

Izuku was much more needy than you had anticipated, always waking you with a firm grip on your waist and lazy, shallow thrusts against your backside as he dryhumped you. Izuku also had a habit of rubbing you through your panties. It wasn’t even during sex! You two could be cuddling, watching a movie, in the car, sometimes during lecture!. Izuku always snuck his hand in your waistband, idly swirling his thumb over your damp slit before pressing and rubbing gently against your pearl. Sometimes, you two didn’t even have sex after, he was just doing it for the love of the game.

Or like when he’d always find a way to make you watch your own reactions while he fucked you, like now. He’s got the camera app on his laptop open as he fucked you in prone. Your eyes rolled back as he thrusted slowly, your breath stuttered as pressed his hips into you as far as he could. He let out a soft curse, glancing up at the screen. 

You were so cute like this, shaking and whining underneath him. Izuku lifted his chest off of your back, sitting up as he rubbed his hands up and down the expanse of your back. He twitched inside of you, your breaths finally gaining some kind of rhythm. 

“Are you okay, baby?” He asked, his own voice wavered slightly as he held your hips. You whined, blinking the tears out of your eyes as you looked up at him through the camera. He grinned at your nonverbal response, shaking his head as he leaned back over you, planting each of his hands on either side of you. 

“‘M gonna need a better answer than that.” He hummed, grinding his hips flush against yours. You felt your head spin,  letting out a broken moan as he loomed above you. He brushed your hair from your face, leaning down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses against the crook of your neck and your shoulder. Izuku didn’t let go of your hair, keeping his grip gentle while he nosed against your temple.

He whined against your skin, his hips still slowly moving against yours. “You’re so pretty, you know that?” Izuku mumbled breathlessly, laughing softly as you nodded mindlessly. He gently pulled on your hair bunched up in his left hand, groaning as you arched your back slightly and stared directly into the camera. Your face was flushed, sweat sticking to your skin, lips swollen and soft, drool still dribbling on the side of your face. God, Izuku almost came right then and there. He groaned softly, making eye contact with you in the camera. His breaths tickled you, one hand fisting the sheets while the other wrapped your hair gently around his hand. 

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. Look at you,” he cooed, whining with need as he watched your face scrunch and twist as his length inside of you. He breathed, a shaky sound, before he let go of your hair.  “You can take this dick, can’t you?” Izuku hummed, his kind voice filled with a raspy need as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of you. He smiled as you nodded, your breath catching as you opened your mouth to let out a little “mmmhmmm”. 

Izuku bit his bottom lip, his chin wobbling as he pounded deep into you, suddenly fucking you faster just to see your reaction. He grinned, watching how your eyes rolled back deeply while your mouth was twisted into a frown. Izuku felt his tip bounce against that spongey, sticky spot deep within you, his balls slapping against the fat of your ass as he fucked into you.

Your moans were like a symphony, real and desperate. Izuku felt his stomach coil and twist painfully at your expression when he angled himself deeper. Your legs trembled beneath him, had you had any strength left, your feet would be kicking in the air. You felt your tears drip down your cheeks, the warm feeling quickly leaving as said tears dripped onto the sheets beneath you two. 

The green-haired man let out a strangled moan as he thrusted into you with more persistence. His back flexed as he lowered himself completely onto you before he raised his hips and propped himself up onto his knees just a bit. Izuku hammered into you, his whines and groans now clipped with satisfaction as he watched your face contort. He drooled against your shoulder, his face shiny with a bit of sweat while that red on his cheeks only blossomed to the rest of the space. 

Izuku moaned in your ear, your voices mingling with each other in the warm air of the room. You were close, damn near swandiving off of the edge as he slipped his hand underneath your body and rubbed tight circles on your clit. He panted heavily against your neck and ears,  his own voice losing more and more composure as it progressed. 

“I want you to come for me so badly,” he huffed, his brows twitching into a furrow as he brought you close and closer to your orgasm. The green-haired man was just as close as you, his thrusts struggled to keep its form as your pussy filled the room with its hungry, loud squelches. Izuku twisted his fingers with more fervence, your toes curling behind you as your mouth fell open from the pure pleasure. You clenched and squeezed your boyfriend, panting as he didn’t stop drilling into you. 

You came with a cry, your entire body trembling with need as Izuku watched your fucked out expression. He was gonna bust a nut just from looking at how you weeped, your shoulders heaving as you rolled your eyes back in pleasure. Izuku cleared his throat with a whine, bucking his hips deep into you. A creamy white ring remained on the base of his cock, making the noises from your core so much nastier. He whimpered out, his eyes fixated on your sloppy face as he fucked you. 

He came shortly after that, his voice giving out from the pleasure as he came inside of you, twitching restlessly inside of your sopping, wet cunt as he pumped his cum into you. He inhaled sharply, feeling droplets of himself spurt into you. Izuku smiled in exhaustion, tilting your head up to press a deep kiss to your lips. You groaned softly against his lips, catching your breath as you kissed your boyfriend. Izuku sighed, tired and satisfied as he pulled out of you. He rested his bare, wet cock against your ass, preoccupied with decorating your entire frame with kisses. He licked your shoulder, a gentle kitten swipe as he patted your shoulder. 

“You felt so good.” He breathed, his heart swelling at your cock-drunk smile. “Thank you so much, you felt amazing.” Izuku continued, shutting his laptop closed as he ran his hands up and down your sides, your back still arching from the sensitivity of the sex. 

He pulled you up, cradling you in his lap before the both of you collapsed onto the bed. Izuku groaned, sighing as he rested his hand on the fat of your ass. “I love you so much.” He smiled, kissing you as you pressed into him. 

“Didn’t realize how much of a freak my boyfriend was.” You commented, feeling the ache between your thighs spark up now. You watched as his face turned beet red, a shy smile on his face as he shook his head. 

“Only for you.”