⋆˙⟡ Breathless. Izuku Midoriya X Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

— 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 !! : hinata shoyo.

content: hinata shoyo + kageyama tobio (established relationship with hinata). afab!reader. group sex (3). cockwarming, cunnilingus, clit sucking, unprotected sex. implied virgin!kageyama. teasing, throat fucking & spit roast at the end.

— . ｡˚ ♡ you and shoyo have been feeling like trying something new !

"sh—shoyo," you murmur his name softly, pleadingly. "shoyo, please."

"mhm?" hinata coos at your whiney tone, hugging you tighter, angling his hips and shoving his cock deeper into your cunt. your back is pressed flush to his chest as he pulls you close, skin slick with sweat against eachother.

it feels so good — so stretched out and full, as he fucks himself up into you slowly, a little nudge of his cock head deeper into your cunt once every few moments — but it's not nearly enough. "what is it, baby?"

"wanna—" you're cut off by the breathy moan that spills from you, when he presses down on your stomach and rolls his hips up into you once, twice. "ngh— wanna cum."

"hear that, tobio?" hinata chuckles, bringing one hand to rest loosely at your throat. he looks down at kageyama, who's got his face between your legs, strong arms caging your thighs firmly around his head.

a shiver courses through your limp body at the next stroke of the setter's tongue on your clit — his eyes are narrowed with focus, as he carefully circles his tongue around the sensitive bud, making it swell and throb tentatively with the touch — torturously slow and gentle. "she wants to cum, tobio. y'know how to make her do that? or do you need me to teach you?"

kageyama looks up at that, not noticing how you keen and push yourself forward a little at the loss of attention — he grips your thigh and straightens up a little, from where he'd been laying with his tongue on you.

"i don't," he scoffs at your boyfriend, his best friend. "need you to teach me anything. i can do it myself."

his lips are glossy, shining in the low light, with all the slick of yours that he's got across his mouth. hinata giggles, unbothered, and brings his other hand down to rub lazy circles into your clit when you whine again. "you look so pretty right now, tobio. give me a kiss, wanna taste."

and kageyama leans past you, face hot and eyes lowered, to lock lips with hinata, his hand still gripping your thigh, squeezing sensually. the two men moan into the kiss, fervent and unsatiated — fuck, you squeeze your eyes shut, listening to them as you grind onto hinata's cock, wanting so badly to cum.

this is not what you'd expected, when you called kageyama up and asked him if he would like to join hinata and you for a night.

"kageyama," you'd spoken into the phone. "wanna come over and fuck?"

"w—what?" the setter had sputtered. "is hinata there?"

"tobio," hinata had leaned in to comment. "come over. it'll be fun, trust me."

hinata kisses kageyama once more, before he places a hand in his raven hair and pushes him down again. "now," he rasps, voice low. "make my baby cum. she's waiting, and you said you know what to do."

kageyama meets eyes with you as he settles between your legs again, their colour a piercing grey in the dim light — he feels his face gets hotter, the tips of his ears turning brighter, as he puts his mouth on you again.

he doesn't fucking understand how something like this can feel so good. how licking at your pussy and at hinata's balls, and kissing hinata with your slick in his mouth, could be so sweet.

you spread your legs further, whining incoherently, and hinata lets out a displeased sound. "be nice, baby. tell him what you want. and say it sweetly."

"please," your lashes flutter as you look down at kageyama, his pale skin such a pretty contrast with hinata's tanned, rosy complexion, tinted pink by his fluster. "tobio, suck my clit. please. wanna cum so bad."

he doesn't say anything, still so god damn shy with you, it's cute — but he grabs your thighs again, making himself comfortable as he carefully wraps his lips around your begging clit.

"ah— fuck!" your hips jerk when he gives you an experimental suck, vision going light and hazy for a second — and hinata laughs at the way you clench so tight around his cock that's still warming in your pussy, giving you another kiss before he's wrapping his arms around you again and finally fucking into you properly.

you swear nothing you've experienced before has ever felt so damn good.

"keep going, tobio," hinata encourages. "you're doing well."

kageyama hums softly, and as he resumes sucking, he brings one hand up to spread your folds apart, exposing you to him even further, allowing him better access. "ngh— feels good!" you pant, unable to hold your lips pressed together any longer.

they're being gentle with you right now, but it already feels so euphoric, heaven being pushed into you with each stroke of hinata's cock in your cunt and with each play of kageyama's mouth on your begging clit, now so puffy in his mouth.

hinata presses his lips to the side of your neck as you throw your head back against his shoulder and moan, now rhythmically thrusting up into you, one hand cupping your tit, calloused fingers rough against your sensitive skin. "so beautiful, baby. you like getting made a mess of like this?"

"mmm," you breathe, eyes shutting with anticipation as you reach the edge of your orgasm, the heat of your cunt wrapping so tight around hinata's cock. "please, gonna cum. gonna cum."

"good girl," he bites another mark onto the side of your neck, just above the previous spot — and your body jerks again, hot and sensitive as you cry out. "give it to her, tobio. she's being so good."

"don't gotta tell me," kageyama murmurs, a line of slick and spit connecting his lips to your clit still, as he moves back for a second. he surveys your fucked out appearance, pleasure tipping him when he sees how gauzy your eyes have become at the behest of his and hinata's work.

taking a breath, he presses his tongue into you again — and you whimper helplessly, drunk on how he's so fucking good at it despite never having done this before.

and as he sloppily eats at your cunt, the wet sound of his lips working around your clit and hinata's responding laughter ringing in your ears — you let out another moan, hinata grabbing your face and turning it aside to kiss you, rolling his hips up into you with a slap of skin against skin as you're finally pushed over the edge.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" the cries spill from your lips into hinata's mouth, your back arching with the force of the orgasm as you crash into it, thighs locking around kageyama's head with every suck of his lips round your clit.

this time, your vision does go white, stars dancing in your vision as your cunt pulses around hinata's cock, the effect of your orgasm ripping through all three of you. hinata moans heavily, wrapping his arms around you, hands firmly squeezing at your tits as he bounces you on his cock, muttering, "go on, angel. tell us how it feels."

the bliss feels white hot. it's so good, it burns. "haah," you try, voice stuttered and hoarse as you desperately pull a sentence together for them. "sh-shoyo! tobio, please, so good, so good—"

then, without warning, hinata places a hand on your back and pushes you down onto your knees, on the bed.

"get back a little, tobio." he grins at his friend, and kageyama complies, looking a little confused. you let out a spoilt whine when hinata's cock slips out of your fluttering cunt — but the spiker pushes you down onto your hands and knees anyway. "look at tobio, baby. look at his dick."

your eyes first meet kageyama's own averted ones, as you settle between the two of them — he's still so shy, unable to even look at you straight.

he looks almost statuesque, towering over you as you trace his muscled form with your eyes, and when you lower your gaze over to his cock, you see how stiff and leaky it's gotten; weeping precum down the veiny, blushed length.

"he's pretty, isn't he?" hinata hums, placing his large palms on your ass as he speaks, and you nod in a daze— unable to control the way your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight, and at the realization of what's about to happen next. "put that pretty cock in your mouth then, baby, he needs your help."

kageyama's eyes snap up to look at your boyfriend's face, but you already know hinata will only flash him a roguish grin in return — you reach up and take his cock in your hand, hot and heavy around your fingers.

a groan slips from his throat despite how he tries to swallow it back, as you stroke him up and down, fingers sticky already, with only the first touch.

you lean forward, parting your lips and sliding his cock slowly into your mouth — wanting to pleasure him the way he'd just done for you, so pliable to yours and hinata's words.

and at the same moment that you take kageyama's cock in your mouth, hinata grabs your waist and pushes his cock in your cunt again. you're tight, wet and hot with the orgasm you haven't even recovered from yet — and hinata breathes in sharply. "hah, so tight, baby."

"mhm," you hum around kageyama's cock, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him in as far as you think you can go, before looking up at him. he's looking down at you, as you'd expected — face flushed so hard, eyes half closed and lashes fluttering as he watches the way you take him in your mouth.

the shadows cloaking the dark room, and the flickers of light that come in through the window, bath him in a dim, blue glow — he looks gorgeous. you just wish you could turn and take a look at hinata right now. he'd be glowing.

"another kiss, tobio." hinata states, giving your ass a light slap as he sheathes himself in you all the way. "looking so pretty tonight."

"hm." kageyama mumbles shyly — hinata's hips press against your ass and your nose touches kageyama's pelvis, as they lean towards eachother over you, and share a kiss, hot and allured, with their cocks in your cunt and in your mouth.

"gonna help us cum, baby?" hinata asks you, settling back and thrusting into you a little. "gonna let tobio fuck your mouth and empty himself into you?"

"mhm," you say, giving kageyama's cock another suck, getting yourself used to having something longer than usual in your mouth. he twitches, sensitive towards the feeling.

"don't hold yourself back, tobio." hinata voices, watching him. "my baby's good at what she does. she's a good girl. tell her."

you look up at him again, anticipation evident in your gaze as you stare into his blue-grey eyes. "good girl," he breathes out after a second, resting a hand on your head before he curls his fingers in your hair. "good girl."

both of them snap their hips into you then, at the same moment — and hinata's cock kisses your cervix along with the way kageyama's leaking head hits the back of your throat — you moan pleadingly, feeling the way your core tightens up all over again.

"good boy," hinata smiles at kageyama over you, as you blink back the tears that immediately formed at the corners of your eyes. "i'll suck you off after this, as a reward. you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

kageyama's cock twitches in your mouth again — he looks away, blushing furiously as his hand tangles itself further in your hair; but shoyo sounds so sultry it makes you shiver, too.

you envision how things are going to end, hoping that kageyama stays the night after this — hoping that you'll get to sleep pressed between your boyfriend and his friend, sharing kisses and teasing whispers as you fall asleep together— fuck, this isn't how you expected things to go at all.

because this is so much better.

THINKING ABOUT TIMESKIP! SHŌYŌ VERY HARD !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I NEED HIM TO CHOKE ME WITH HIS FUCKING BICEPS AND HIS THIGHS AND CRUSH ME WITH HIS HUGS PLEASE I AM NOT ASKING FOR MUCH I JUST WANT TO DIE BY THE HANDS OF TIMESKIP! HINATA SHŌYŌ MY BELOVED I NEED THIS MAN UP MY VAGINA RIGHT NOW I AM NOT ASKING

HE CAN MANHANDLE ME HOWEVER HE WANTS THROW ME AROUND LIKE A TOY I DON’T CARE I WILL EVEN SUCK HIS DICK FOR HIM AND I HATE SUCKING DICKS BECAUSE THEY ARE ew BUT FOR HIM I WOULD DO IT I WILL BEG HIM TO LET ME DO IT

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"slut era", I whisper to myself, as I stare at the ceiling, paralyzed by grief and yearning.

im gonna sob they're so perfect argebfhjgkjfkr

Part two because you wanted to see the baby so bad

did you mean it? 🐈🐈‍⬛

Captains💦

Oikawa, Kuroo and Bokuto

whatever man

Chapter 28 - Get ready!

Summary: The gang goes to Katsuki’s parents to “get decent.” Katsuki comes up with his own surprise to make sure her mother finally starts greying. Y/N and Izuku have another insufferably cheesy moment.

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of the cheeky!

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3 months later.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Izuku staring at your face is the first thing you see on this lovely morning. You stare at Izuku’s half-naked body, taking in the sight of those perky little piercings which basically broke the whole Japanese media for a whole month after Izuku’s Vogue photoshoot.

Your social media is full of fanfictions about Izuku’s piercings and the best part? You can do everything those writers only dream about.

“Good morning, Number One.” You smile happily, while you put your hand on the hero’s cheek; He moves into your touch, almost purring.

“Hey, we don’t know that.” Your boyfriend mutters, incapable to keep his content smile hidden.

“Izu, you’ve broke the internet with your Vogue interview, put ten big villain gangs behind bars in only three months, did the quirkless charity marathon and came in first place, helped to get the big boss of the US mafia just last week and you broke the internet once again, yesterday, when you climbed that massive three just to get an old lady’s cat down in the middle of your patrol. You could have floated up, by the way, fucking show off.”

“What, it was a boring patrol, I wanted to do some workout at least! And Mr. kitten was adorable! I didn’t wanna scare him!” All Meowth decides to show his utter disappointment by hissing at his owner. First he gets assaulted by Redrum and now, Izuku comes home smelling like another cat? Disgusting behavior.

“All Meowth disapproves, sir.” You giggle as you pull yourself up to give him a good morning kiss. Hm, those few minutes of working out you do daily are really paying off! Even Izuku commented on it the other day. He also made sure to take a good look at everything that had changed. You told him not to get too used to the sight, as once you two decide to have a baby together, it will be all gone. The ferocity of Izuku’s face when you said that was worth every penny. And the “treatment” you’ve got after was also amazing. It was probably the best night of your life.

It’s a bit too soon to talk about children, if you really want to be honest but with Izuku… it feels like you’ve known each other for much longer than it actually is. Your intimacy, the trust you two have for the other, the love that can barely fit into your chests… deep inside, you are both ready to make the next big step but from an outside perspective, you know it would be a little bit too soon, hence you are still being safe when it comes to… the cheeky stuff. Also, Izuku just got back on his own feet; he should enjoy his hero work without constantly being worried about how much he’s missing out on your family’s time when he’s on a mission. You are still too young; there is so much you haven’t experienced yet. It’s okay to be a bit selfish.

You also want to have more time with Izu, just the two of you; it still doesn’t feel real that this is your life right now. First, you should work on that and then think about making it even more… well.. real. But… You can’t help but think about those cute freckles and curly locks on a little toddler boy, crawling towards you with those beautiful big, green eyes, asking for a hug from momma…

Stop.

“Stop what?” Izuku smirks as he peppers tiny kisses all over your neck. Well, damn, this will be a long morning.

“Nothing, you continue.” You mutter with a pleasant sigh. “But don’t forget, we need to be at Mitsuki’s at eleven to get our dresses and make up done!” You pull the hero away from you as the realization hits; today is the big day!

“Izu, IM GOING TO THE HERO GALA TODAY! OH MY GOD I’LL MEET ALL THE HEROES AND I’LL BE NEXT TO YOU ON THE RED CARPET OH MY GOD IZU I CAN’T BREATHE!!! OH MY GOD, AND KATSUKI?! Will he wear a pink suit or will he chicken out?! Oh my god, I need to wash myself 7 times before we go! We need to put face masks on! Izu, we don’t have time to dilly-dally!”

“But Sweets…” Izuku gives you his biggest puppy eyes. “I need to recharge. I need my Sweets time. Let me have my Sweets time!” Izuku pushes you back down into the soft covers. Oh, those bloody butterflies again! “Then we can have a big bubble bath with oils and face masks. We both win.”

“You are so lucky I’m in love with you.” You sigh, as you let your partner have his way; it’s not like you are ever not in the mood for… well.. a bit of loving. Also, Izuku is irresistible. Just look at this man. Fucking look at him!

“I’m the luckiest man alive, indeed.” Izuku admits with nothing but obsession in his darkening eyes. Oh, how much you love this man.

“Not as lucky as I am.”

“Wrong.”

“Nope.”

“Shut up and love me, then.”

“Needy.”

“Always.” Izuku giggles into your mouth and the rest is history.

~•🥦•~

“Come on guys, I ain’t got all day” Mitsuki, Katsuki’s biological twin sister who’s apparently her mother but seeing how young this woman looks like there is no way that is true; she barely has any wrinkles, her skin is basically as smooth as baby’s bottom, this praise never made any sense by the way as knowing how many rashes babies get from the nappies they must use every day so really, this phrase should be used as an insult…

Where was this sentence going? Oh yeah, so Mitsuki is taking you towards her office.

She looks 30. Maximum.

How does she look 30?

This makes no sense.

“Sweets…” Izuku can barely contain his smile as he puts his hand on your shoulders.

“If you tell me I said all of that out loud, I’m leaving.” You announce loudly because your hands are shaking like a leaf already so honestly, you can’t make this worse.

“Don’t worry, freeloader, my mom is too busy being freaked out about my absolutely amazing hair, your rambling doesn’t matter today.”

Katsuki yells from the other side of the Bakugou house and well… your bag falls out of your hands.

Because Katsuki…

His hair…

“Red, get the bag, will ya?” Katsuki and Eijirou’s dog comes over and takes your bag to Katsuki while his tail wags happily. Katsuki puts it on the table next to him. “Good boy!”

Hearing Katsuki use a baby-voice is already enough of a trauma for a day but let’s go back to the hair…

The hair…

“Oi, it’s cool, ain’t it? I’m fucking slaying or whatever! Tell the hag, he’s being an absolute bitch about it.” Katsuki mutters, clearly not happy for his mother judging his fashion choices. Which is understandable to be fair, but…

“It’s too much, you idiot! Way too much! It ruins the whole concept! How the fuck did you come up with this stupid idea, anyway!” Mitsuki yells while her husband (or secretary? Probably Katsuki’s dad. Honestly, as much as Katsuki looks like his mother you can see some resemblance in those two as well.) tries his best to calm her down by giving her a shoulder massage.

Eijirou’s face is the same shade as his hair, so by the look of it, he was the one who came up with this idea. Of course he was the one. It makes so much sense. “Of course it was you.” Mitsuki sighs. “Ei, I love you to death and you know I was a “shipper” even before I knew what that word means, but I’m extremely disappointed in you.”

You really want to laugh. But this is a serious conversation. Please, don’t laugh.

“The fuck, stop blaming yourself! All you did was telling me that your hair dye fades to pink.” Katsuki jumps into the conversation to save the poor man from utter embarrassment. It doesn’t help.

“Kacchan has pink ends. That’s adorable.” Izuku snickers as he takes in the sight in front of him, a wild Katsuki in a pink fucking suit with golden zippers and magenta pink tips. MAGENTA PINK. Like his suit.

You can’t believe this is real life and not a stupid fanfiction.

Well, it is a fanfiction. But you don’t know that. You don’t need to know that. This is not the time for you to realize that your whole life is basically a sims game written by a lonely, lovelorn 30 year old.

Or maybe you just want to think you are nothing but a random character made by a silly dweeb, because all of this is just too much to cope with. Maybe you are slowly loosing your mind.

Deep breath, woman.

Deep breath.

“I will fuck you up, dude.” Katsuki threatens but it’s extremely hard to take him seriously while he looks like a main character of a Barbie movie. “I look fucking gorgeous, you can all shut the fuck up.”

“You can also shut the fuck up and wait for my lovely hairdresser to arrive and save you from looking like a clown.” Mitsuki yells at his son. “And you two, change into your dresses so I can see if there is anything to fix. Chop chop!” Mitsuki disappears to, leaving you all in the middle of the office. You all stare at each other uncomfortably.

~•💥•~

“I really like your hair, Kats.” You smile at the angry gremlin manspreading on the office sofa. Katsuki gives you a grateful little grunt.

“Hell yeah, you do. It’s fucking great. It’s Ei’s hair color mixed with conditioner.” He adds proudly and you can see Eijirou melt next to him.

Katsuki is proud to be wearing the same hair color as him. That’s so fucking cute, goddamn!

Katsuki loves the fact that they share a hair color more than he loves the color itself. This is the cutest fucking thing you’ve ever heard.

“I…” you mumble to yourself as you open up your bag. “I brought these.” You take out the famous Deku colored clip-ins you wore to the hero con, back when you and Izuku were only flatmates. Eijirou laughs.

“Oh, I remember how jealous he was of everyone who even dared to look at you.” Eijirou sighs with a fond smile on his face.

“You were so beautiful in my old costume. I’ll never forget how gorgeous you looked. I felt starstruck… I wanted to show you off but also keep you to myself. It was a really contradicting feeling and to this day, I don’t know what to do with this; like I can’t wait for the world to see you but I also want to put you in my back pocket and keep you there so no one can ever touch you.” Izuku sighs. “It’s funny how I saved the world several times but I feel like my biggest accomplishment in life is the fact that I made you fall in love with me; you are everything I’ve always wanted. I’m so happy.” Izuku’s eyes get wetter and wetter as he continues talking and you can’t help but kiss those pink, wet cheeks with all the love in the whole world.

“Ahh, I forgot!” Mitsuki runs back into the office, making you two jump away from each other. “The fuck is that in your hand, Y/N.” Mitsuki gives you a stinky side eye.

“It’s nothing!” You try to hide the green locks but Mitsuki yanks it out of your hands.

You swear your whole world crumbles for a second and you also swear you can see Izuku’s power sizzling around him, like he’s ready to fight whenever you tell him to. Eijirou rolls his eyes fondly at your shenanigans.

“You can’t wear this.” Mitsuki looks at you like you’ve grown two heads. You are half a second away from crying. You are so silly sometimes. “It’s all tangled.” Mitsuki gives you a knowing smile full of fondness. “Nothing a good hair mask bath can’t fix.”

“Oh my god, you are such a fucking troll, hag.” Katsuki rolls his eyes at his mother. “You almost made her cry. You are not allowed to make my friends cry.”

The mother just ignores his son; she’s on a mission.

“Also, my friend, who’s an amazing nail artist, is coming over to take care of those claws of yours. I was thinking about a dark pine green marble pattern with tiny bits of gold? Does that work, boy?” Mitsuki looks at Izuku which bamboozles you to no end; and if that’s not enough of a bamboozlement for the day, Izuku’s face becomes the shade of a ripe tomato as he nods enthusiastically. Why the hell is she asking him, anyway?!

Ahh, who cares; you can wear your silly little hair extensions and match with your partner on the Hero Gala! That’s all that matters.

“Now shut the fuck up and change, you two! Make up and hair in ten minutes! Get your fucking shit together now, I worked so hard on your dresses, I want to see how fucking great you two look in them!”

“Yes, madam.” You both mutter as you make your way towards the separated area. Mitsuki sighs.

“You know what, I’ll just… Katsuki, get your ass in here and dress your friend up, will ya? Team work makes the dream work and all that fucking nonsense your father keeps telling me to say to my team to keep them in a good mood. Honestly, fucking bullshit if you ask me, just do your fucking job properly, that’s what you are payed for.”

“Jesus, you are worse than me, hag. And also, you are a liar. I remember the day when you spent the whole night making your whole team matching socks for a team building.” Katsuki laughs as he makes his way towards Izuku. “Come on, lil bro, it’s dress up time.”

“Why do I have a feeling you enjoy this?” Izuku mutters as he strips out of his old clothing. You try your best not to salivate and follow Mitsuki’s instructions properly.

“I’m the hag’s son, of course I do. I helped with the designs too.” Katsuki admits. “We are also working on my own clothing line with her. It’s gonna be sick… and expensive.” Katsuki grins at Izuku, or at least you think he does as he’s turned around for your privacy’s sake.

“Kacchan sugoi!” Izuku smiles at his best friend fondly. Katsuki just rolls his eyes.

“Never fucking change, nerd.”

“Pinky promise.” Izuku shows his pinky with a cheeky smile.

“Oh my god, cringe.” Says the blonde but goes along with Izuku’s shenanigans… then smacks him in the back of his head. “Now put that shirt on! Oi, careful… Jesus, like a fucking elephant in a porcelain shop.”

“Sorry, sorry!” Izuku giggles, clearly having the best time of his life. You can’t help but smile to yourself…. Then the smile fades.

You look into the mirror for the first time since you came into this room; the dress Mitsuki designed for you is the prettiest dress you’ve ever seen in your life; it’s dark green, just like Izuku’s suit, with golden seams, the skirt is frilly and light, fun but also elegant, it’s the kind of dress you can wear with anything; put on some sneakers for a light, summery look, put on some boots to make it all edgy, put on the highest heels to make it into an elegant dress or flats for a casual smart look; its perfect for any occasion, it’s a fashion statement, it’s so full of character, it’s so full of you and your quirkiness, it’s…

“Perfect.” You mumble as you try your best to not cry.

“I know. My son came up with the style. Don’t tell him but I think he really likes you.” She winks at you, but Katsuki is having none of this.

“Oi, shut the fuck up! Not my fault she wears her fucking heart on her sleeve. Fucking easy to read and shit.”

“Uhum, if you say so.”

“I say so. Now look at this gorgeous motherfucker.” Katsuki grins as he takes a good look at Deku. Your heart decides to leave your body and jump out of the window.

Izuku looks… ethereal. His suit is so well fitted it makes him look almost otherworldly; it hugs his thick thighs just the right way, it shows off his lean waist, his massive arms, it’s the same dark shade of green as your dress but the material looks soft and has a blue shine to it; the same shade of greenish blue as the electric pulse that curves around his body when he gets ready for a fight. As he moves, the greenish blue becomes pinkish red, again, the color of the thick lines that appear on his skin when One For All is in ready-mode. Izuku’s dress is much more out there than yours, more colors, more detail but it works so perfectly with yours; just like in real life, Izuku is the star and you are the anchor who keeps the star in the right place; you don’t even have your make up on yet but you can already see the concept here, how the differences in your attire is what will make this set work perfectly, it click just the right way, shows off your beautiful bond and makes you two look like one is nothing without the other because somehow, these two pieces of clothing just doesn’t look right without the other one next to it.

“Wow, I’ve never seen you in a dress.” Izuku mutters, his eyes as dark as a deep forest at night.

Well, Izuku was right when he said he needed his fill in the morning. His scorching gaze just made Katsuki blush in the background.

You clear your throat with a cheeky smile on your face while your gaze wonders over the details of Izuku’s absolutely gorgeous dress.

“Hm, I might be able to change a few of our pajama parties to proper date nights.” You snicker. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you like this either.”

“They really are insufferable.” Mitsuki mutters into his boy’s ears.

“I told you so.”

You two can’t even get offended at this point; they’re just stating facts.

~•🥦•~

The rest of your time at the Bakugou residence goes quick; several make up artist and hair dressers flood the office, making you all sit straight and behave just as they put their suitcases down; the boys mostly just get a little bit of concealer here and there, some powder, and in Katsuki’s case, a really tiny hint of an eyeliner to make his eyes pop in that super colorful suit of his. Izuku gets some highlighter on his cheeks, but nothing else; his unruly hair is more of a concern than his handsome little face so he spends most of his “beauty time” with the purple haired hairdresser who yaps about the importance of a good conditioner for a whole hour as she tries her best to tame that beast of a mane on Izuku’s head. She uses several different conditioning sprays and plays around with every single curl, one by one, to make them shiny and bouncy. You are staring at her working , trying to remember the stuff she’s talking about because you are quite sure that all of that sounds like gibberish to Izuku because that man doesn’t care about anything but heroes, being a hero, hero suits, his friends, family and random fun facts about animals. Oh, and you.

Actually, let’s try something.

“K-san, can you please give me the names of the products you have used on Izuku’s hair? I really like his hair this way! It looks so healthy and cute!” You smile at the hairdresser with a knowing smile. She tries her best to not grin at you when she realizes your shenanigans.

Izuku stares into space for a few seconds. He looks like he’s thinking really hard about something. Then he starts aggressively typing on his phone while he stares at the haircare products in front of him.

“I ordered them.” Izuku says with a straight face. “I’ll use them every time I wash my hair. Thank you for your advice, K-San.”

“You have it bad, don’t you.” She laughs as he makes Izuku’s curl bounce one more time to make sure they stay in place the whole night.

“Really bad.” Izuku admits. “Now please tell me again, which ones to use first…” Izuku starts typing maniacally as the lady tries her best to give him all the information he needs.

You look into your own mirror and almost fall of your chair; you look incredible. Absolutely, ridiculously incredible. The mask treatment Mitsuki gave to your “deku strands” did wonders; the few streaks of pine green give your whole look a pop and as the strands had been curled together with your natural hair, the color looks elegant instead of edgy or geeky, unlike the last time you’ve worn them. Your make up also has a little hint of dark green around the outer edges of your lids, but only a teeny tiny hint; your make up looks elegant but also full of character and fits your natural skin and eye color so well you kind of want to cry from how otherworldly beautiful it is. The lighter parts of your make up are full of glitter, so needless to say you feel like a model straight out of a glam magazine.

You don’t have too much time to stare at yourself in the mirror though; the nail artist is ready for action and waiting for you to sit down by the desk on the other end to get your nails started. Izuku makes an audible gulp as you swish past him in your frilly dress, your hair flowing behind you as you skip forward, clearly full of confidence. When Izuku looks into your eyes, there is a proud, mesmerized smile on his face. “You look beautiful” he mouths without saying the words out loud and you melt into a puddle of goo.

You can’t believe you are just about to walk down the red carpet with Deku tonight.

Things are going to be so different once the cameras start rolling; there won’t be a single person in whole Japan who won’t know your name. There won’t be a single person who won’t know who you belong to. You’ll become a target of good things but also of bad ones and your relationship won’t be only yours anymore; people will talk, people will wonder about everything, there will be gossips, there will be talks about you not being good enough but you know that nothing in the whole wide world can make you question Izuku’s love for you, nothing can make you take a double take if you are good enough because no one knows this man as well as you do, no one knows his secrets, his quirky little habits and most and foremost, no one else knows how Izuku looks like when he looks at you in your silly Deku-themed pajamas with your hair up in a messy bun, with no make up or anything; no one knows that smitten look on his face and no one ever will. You’ve been through so much together yet your love never faltered. You’ve both seen each other in your worst, yet you still look at the other like you’re the most beautiful creature in the whole wide world. People might think Izuku deserves better but those people don’t know that Deku doesn’t want better; Izuku wants nothing but a person who’s arms feel like home, a person who he loves and can relate to; no one knows that Izuku was born quirkless and that talking to you is easier for him than talking to any of the heroes who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. So yeah, they can talk whatever they want, but they will never know the full story here. Villains can try to make you their target but with all your new hero friends, targeting you will only make them get caught quicker as you’ll have several heroes other than Deku behind your back, every day and every night.

You and Izuku’s relationship is unbreakable now; so while a lot of things will change and you’ll definitely need to get used to not being able to go anywhere alone, it’s something you can live with if it means you can keep living your dream with him.

You are ready to make the next step in your relationship; hell, you are genuinely excited to deepen your bond and become an official part of his life after all the shit you two had to go through in the last few months.

Ahh, you can’t believe you will be known as Deku’s partner. This is a dream. An actual fucking dream. Your fangirl self is having a meltdown, a positive kind, if that’s even a thing. Now it is. You just made it into a thing.

You look at the love of your life with a true, big smile on your face; Izuku gives you the same lovesick look as he always does.

“I can’t wait to marry you” is what you mutter to yourself as you slowly look away from Izuku to concentrate on your nails getting done. As your nails get prettier and prettier you promise yourself to take a better care of your nails once you get engaged to Izuku; you can’t wear Izuku’s heart on an unkept finger, can you?

Well, Izuku would say yes, you can.

Hell, Izuku would be proud of that ring on your finger even if you’d bite them until their bleed.

You are so lucky to have him, goddamn.

How did we end up on this topic again?!

~•🥦•~

“Are you ready, Sweets?” Izuku looks at you as the limousine (don’t… even… ask.) turns into the massive parking space of the venue. You both look absolutely stunning. Honestly, when you were both done, you couldn’t believe how perfect you two looked together. “I absolutely adore the green in your hair, have I told you that?”

“Shall I ask Kirishima to make it permanent?” You tease your boyfriend, trying your best to burn some of your anxiety by joking around with him.

“Maybe not Kirishima, but a professional hairdresser… but yeah, I’d like that.”

“I’ll see.”

“You ready?” Izuku repeats his question from earlier.

You nod.

“I’m always ready, when it comes to you.” You smile as you leave a tiny kiss on your boyfriend’s soft lips.

“Let’s see what you’ll think about that once I open this door.” Izuku grins as he pushes the door out.

Then the world… becomes nothing but white.

Oh, hell damn.

You are not fucking ready.

You want to go home.

….. to be continued!

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timeskip!hinata shoyo x reader

“Are you really sure that you’re swearing off of dating?”

You wonder how many times you’ll be asked that before you finally get pressured into mingling just to get them off your back. But Akane, bless her heart, looks genuinely concerned, like choosing to stay single was a cruel fate she wouldn’t wish for anyone to bear.

“It’s not a big deal,” you tell her. “Dating’s just not for me.”

You think back to all your previous relationships, and find that you have never been more sure of your decision.

“It just means you haven’t found the right one!” To your left, Yuki, who is alarmingly a lot of shots in, exclaims. She becomes violent when drunk. You would know, your arm is starting to turn red from her smacking when laughing.

You shrug uncomfortably. “I’m not looking for any right one.”

Akane and Yuki share a glance.

“Well, if you say so,” Akane cedes.

Then Yuki slams her hands on the table as she bolts upright, expression grave and voice low as she says, “We’re doing it, though, right?”

You laugh under your breath. Yuki looks a little ridiculous, drunk, and swaying on her feet even when standing still. Her grip on her glass wavers, and you quickly pluck it from her grasp, ignoring her protesting wail.

Akane brightens. “Yes! Of course we’re doing it!”

You instead hand Yuki a glass of water. “Doing what? Are you two up to no good again?”

“Yes!” Yuki exclaims at the same time Akane calmly clarifies, “Noya’s inviting close friends out for dinner tomorrow.” Which makes sense, because they were pretty much the same thing.

“Oh! Nishinoya’s back?”

“Just arrived today! He said he’s visiting for a while.” Akane fishes out her phone from her hand, then pulls out the class’s group chat that you could never bring yourself to check ever since it hit 999+ notifications. It displays a picture of Nishinoya holding up a peace sign, face serious, and next to a large airport sign.

You hum thoughtfully. “I guess if you guys are coming…”

“Let’s go!” Yuki pumps her fists in the air. Akane smiles and tells her to settle down. Akane drank twice as many shots than her.

“Who else is coming?” You ask. “I might pass if it’s the entire school.”

“Noya’s not that wild. I heard it’s just his volleyball team, Ryuunosuke, and us,” Akane says. “I heard they’re also celebrating because Noya’s treating his kouhai’s return from Brazil.”

“Brazil?” The other side of the world! “Yuu and his friends sure are adventurous,” you remark in amusement, sipping idly on your own drink. It’s milder than either of theirs since you were assigned as the designated driver.

“You’ve heard of the guy. Hinata Shoyo, I think it was.”

You inhale your drink and start heaving. Akane’s hands flutter all over you in panic while Yuki descends in deep thought.

Yuki snapped her fingers. “Oh, right! Wasn’t that the first year who had a big crush on you when we were in second year? Noya’s favorite kouhai, Shoyo.”

Hinata Shoyo.

The first time you met Hinata Shoyo was when Nishinoya decided to invite close friends to watch them play. It was an ordinary day, and they had just come back from the Interhigh preliminaries. Their coach agreed to let them take it slow and relax, so Noya used it as an opportunity to invite his friends (it was just you who was free) to watch (read: to show off).

Having nothing better to do during club hours, you agreed.

You were late, stuck with cleaning duty, and forced to catch up to Noya, who had first wheeled into the volleyball gymnasium. The door was shut. You took deep, deep breaths before sliding it open and nearly having your face flattened by a volleyball speeding towards you.

Well, of course, it was a volleyball gymnasium.

Luckily, you managed to swerve out of the way and prevent long-lasting damage to your face. But the shock was more brutal than the would-be impact. You gaped at the ball that rolled onto the grass miles away. Just how fast was that thing?

“Y/N!” Nishinoya’s voice rang throughout the stunned silence of the gym.

Your head whipped around just in time to see a little guy with a mop of orange hair bound over to you.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry—-” He then looked up at you, now only inches away, and seemed to have run out of apologies. His face exploded in a bright shade of red, but his eyes looked like they were bluescreening.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s fine!” You wave your hand to dismiss his guilt. “I didn’t actually get hit. Well—almost. But I didn’t! That was amazingly fast!” You hoped the praise would snap him out of it, but he was still gaping at you like you’d grown two heads. Or maybe you had something on your face?

Nishinoya comes barreling over soon enough, brows furrowed. “Y/N! Are you okay? You could’ve died!”

You frowned. “Idiot. I’m not going to die from that.”

Your statement seemed to shatter the tension that froze everyone in place. The captain murmured for them to continue practicing as Noya fluttered all over you like a mother hen, insisting on an ice pack.

Tanaka materialized out of nowhere. “Y/N! It’s you!”

“Ryuu!” You exclaim in delight, returning his hug. “Ryuu, it’s nice to see you again!”

Nishinoya turned to the tiny redhead with a raised eyebrow. “You good, Shoyo?”

Shoyo finally flinched out of his daze, narrowly avoiding your curious eyes. “Y-Yes! I’m just—I’ll go get the ball!” he squeaked out, nearly tripping over his own feet on a flat surface.

Nishinoya snorted, sharp eyes following Shoyo. “I think he has a crush on you.”

Tanaka cackled. “No way! Is that why Hinata looks so constipated?”

Hinata Shoyo. You glanced back just in time to catch him fumbling with the volleyball, trembling like a frightened mouse. It’s cute.

Now, you can confidently state that Hinata Shoyo is no longer just cute. Five years later, July, in an unsuspecting get-together party hosted by Nishinoya, and Hinata Shoyo definitely isn’t the same as before.

“Everyone!” Nishinoya’s voice bellows out throughout the venue. For such a small guy, he has the voice of a booming speaker. “Everyone, quiet! Shoyo’s here!”

Choruses of Hinata! echo through everyone as the crowd dispersed and bounded over to where Nishinoya was. You hear a faint laugh and a “Thank you!” From here, you could tell that his voice had gotten deeper. Still light and high, but it was different from the squeakiness you remembered.

Ever since finding out that Hinata had been back from Brazil, it turns out that his grand debut in the Nationals was aired all over. He’s famous now, not just some kid in Karasuno’s Volleyball Club.

“Ooh,” Yuki giggles maniacally. She hasn’t drunk anything yet. “He’s here. Do you think he still has a crush on you?”

“I doubt it. It was probably because I was his senpai back then. Remember how you reacted to Daichi-san visiting our hall? Everyone in our class was swooning, especially the boys!”

“Something about volleyball players, I tell you,” Yuki says, her gaze drifting over to where Akane was giggling as she talked with them. “Hmm. Speaking of them, I think one of them is on his way here.”

“What?”

Yuki takes one last sip of her tequila shot and leaves without another word. You didn’t have to turn—didn’t even have to move. You can feel his presence the moment he is right behind you, like a burst of warmth hovering, but it’s gold and bright, so you’re not terrified

Hinata Shoyo sits beside you, asking for a drink. You can’t help but stare.

He turned to you, then seemed to do a double take. Hinata Shoyo—now built twice as big as he once was; no longer the cute, lanky, and short kouhai from your past; with neatly trimmed hair and a much deeper voice—stares at you in astonishment. Hinata Shoyo emits a wordless exclamation.

“Senpai!” he exclaims in disbelief.

“Hinata,” you laugh softly, fondly. “We’re not in high school anymore. I’m pretty sure we’re the same age. You can just call me Y/N.”

“Y-You—” He splutters, face tinged pink despite the untouched shot in front of him. “Thanks!”

“You’re welcome.” You smile, tilting your head and grinning wider at the way his eye catches on the curve of your neck. “So, how have you been?”

He forgets about the drink he just ordered, seemingly getting redder in the face as you inch closer. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve assumed he was drunk. Hinata Shoyo grins sheepishly, blushing and looking beautiful under the dim lighting of the venue.

Swearing off of dating, hmm… 

You consider him—his bright eyes, his wide and ever-genuine smile, and his undivided attention on you. Does he still have a crush on you? Or was it just the surprise that had him so flustered? You throw your head back and gulp down a shot, ignoring the burn that slid down your throat. You suppose there was no harm in finding out.

especially w my outfit boards vs my actual style 😭