Sparklylanddetective - You Don't Know How Much I Miss You.

giving head to a guy you actually like is such a joy, seriously

it’s like “thank you for making me laugh, i hope you like your tip at the back of my throat” 

Get me a man who will do this

Bestie

NSFW, Minors DNI Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x reader

Request: bestfriend!izuku telling you how good of a friend you are while you let him pound into you aggressively in his apartment after another bad relationship even while you plead and tell him that this could ruin the friendship; "don't worry beautiful, you'll always be my bestie."

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: a cinnamon roll turns into a vengeance-fueled sex fiend 🥰 choking, degradation, filming/exhibitionism, revenge sex, impact play, biting, quirk play, unprotected sex, little bit of a corruption kink bc I can't help but want to ruin this man

You rapped on the door to Izuku's apartment, pizza in hand, and an overnight bag slung over your shoulder. This'd become a frequent enough occurrence for you to know you'd probably be crashing here tonight, so at least this time you'd be prepared. Break-ups weren't usually easy on him, but this one took the cake, hence the comfort food and stash of feel-good movies in your backpack. You'd never liked the bitch anyway, and you'd told him so after the first time you'd met her. She lobbed one back-handed compliment after another in your direction, hanging off of his arm like he was a piece of meat that she had to protect from you, lest you swallow him up yourself. 'Oh, you have a lower back tattoo? Aw, s'so cute. I'd never be brave enough to get one there. You know, the connotations around it and everything.' 'Totally love your outfit. 'Zuku doesn't like that style though, so I'd never actually wear something like that.' He'd waved the idea off, saying 'she's just got a strong personality, she didn't mean what she said like that'. You rolled your eyes at the memory, cursing Izuku's forgiving nature. He thought too much of people to understand the dynamics of that type of psychological warfare that only the truly toxic bitches seemed to master. But where was she now? Choking on someone else's cock, no doubt. That's how he'd found her. In his apartment, no less. In his bed, throat jammed full of someone else. And so here you were, picking up the pieces of another doomed-from-the-start relationship. Half the women he went for were only interested in his up-and-coming status as a rising Pro Hero. The other half were just raging bitches. This one, unfortunately, had been both.

"Hey," Izuku's smile wasn't as wide as it normally was when he swung the door open, taking the pizza from you as he stepped aside to let you in. "Hey," you flashed him a sympathetic smile and stepped inside, setting your bag down on the couch as you entered the living room. "How are you doin'?" "I'm all right," he shrugged, shutting the door before he followed you in to the living room and placed the pizza box on the coffee table. "Don't really wanna talk about it. Thanks for coming over on such short notice." "Of course," you jabbed his side with a playful elbow, "Anything for my bestie." He cracked a smile and you nodded toward the couch as you offered him one in response, "C'mon, let's queue up a movie and dig in, I'm starving." "I'll grab us some plates," he nodded in agreement as he made his way in to the kitchen. The night was moving along in the same way it always did. Good food, good conversation. Hilarious commentary through the movies that each of you had seen at least a hundred times. You were curled up in the spot that you'd claimed as your own when he first bought the couch that you were sprawled out on, laying across the extra-wide chaise at the bookend of the piece of furniture. He was in one of his usual spots in the seat beside you, hand digging in to the party-sized bag of M&Ms he'd brought out as dessert for the two of you. "Is it all right if I crash here tonight? I didn't mean to assume, I just figured that I usually did, so I actually packed some necessities this time," you popped another candy in your mouth, turning your head to look up at him. "Yeah, I'd actually prefer it if you did," he smiled down at you before turning his attention back to the movie, "I don't really wanna be here alone tonight." "I get that," your lips pulled into a sideways smile and you sighed as you sat up, stretching your shoulders before standing, "Well, in that case, I'm gonna go change real quick. No need to pause or anything, I'll be right back." "Okay," he turned his head as you picked up your bag and he watched you walk down the hall, taking notice of the alluring way that your

hips swayed for the first time. The observation planted a terrible thought in his brain and sent an excess of blood pumping to his crotch. He shifted in his seat, shaking his head as if it would do any good to rid him of the thoughts now plaguing his mind. Thoughts of you, tits bouncing wildly while he fucked relentlessly into your tight, wet pussy. The image made his cock twitch. He shot up straighter in his seat, clearing his throat as he rubbed a strong hand over his thigh. "I miss any good scenes?" "What?" he responded with a little too much surprise in his voice, staring up at you with widened eyes. "Oh, uh, no. Nothing much happened." "O..kay. Y'all right?" you cocked a curious brow at him as you sat back down in your place, folding your knees to sit cross-legged. "Yeah, sorry," he struggled to focus on your face, barely able to keep his eyes level with yours when he could see from his peripheral how well the tank top you'd changed into hugged your breasts. "Just thinkin' about earlier." "Oh," you looked down, unsure of what to say in response. He took the brief opportunity to study your outfit, having to bite down on the inside of his cheek when he realized that you were braless, the outline of your nipples poking through the thin fabric. His eyes roamed lower, peeking at the apex of your thigh, visible within the gap between the tiny shorts you were wearing and your skin. "I'm all right," he tore his eyes away from your body, setting a hand on your knee as he looked at your face. "Promise." He fought the urge to slide his hand any higher as you turned to smile at him. "I, uh, do wanna ask you something though." He averted his eyes, feeling nervous for potentially the first time around you, "It's a little weird--and we totally don't have to if you're not comfortable with it--," he flashed you a reassuring expression as he continued, "but, would it be okay if I just..laid with you? Like, while we watched the movie?" "That's not where I thought this was going," you laughed, letting out the breath that you were subtly trying to hold in anticipation of his query, "That's totally fine with me, 'Zuku. Anything for you. 'Specially after what that cunt did to you." He half-shrugged, scooting himself onto the space of the chaise beside you, "Better off without her. I'm just glad I've at least got you," he laid back, propping his head against the back of the couch and tapping his chest, inviting you to join him. "What would you do without me?" A laugh left your lips as you laid beside him, turning onto your side as you unfurled your legs and rested your head upon his muscular pecs. "I'd be pretty lonely tonight," he mused, hooking the arm that was resting behind your neck around your arm, letting his fingers drift along your soft skin. "Thanks for everything tonight. For all the other times too. I know I've said it before, but I really appreciate you bein' here for me." "You don't have to thank me," you sighed comfortably, letting your body sink against his at you relaxed under his soothing touch. "You'd do the same for me in a heartbeat." "Yeah," he gazed down at you, speaking softly as he continued dragging his fingertips along your arm. "I would." You both channeled your attention back to the movie. Well, you did. Izuku had to work much harder to keep up with what was going on, despite having seen this particular film more times than he could count. In a word, he was distracted. Desperate to keep his hips pulled away from you, worried that you might notice the bulge pressing against his loose sweats, only remotely restrained by the compression of his boxers briefs. He tried to focus on the movie, he really did. But your skin felt so soft beneath his fingertips. His mind inevitably drifted to thoughts of what the rest of you felt like. "Mm," you readjusted beside him, propping yourself up on an elbow as you looked at him, "You all right if I turn around? Think my arm's starting to fall asleep." "Course," he nodded, lifting his arm to give you the space to turn over. "Thanks," you sighed as you

flipped over, wiggling against the cushion as you settled in to a more comfortable position and laid your head back against his chest. "You comfortable? Feels like most of you is halfway across the couch," you laughed, pointing with you chin towards his legs, awkwardly hanging off the edge of the chaise. "You can get closer, there's plenty of room and I don't mind, really." "Oh, uh, I don't know about that," he chuckled, trying to mask the nerves bubbling up in his chest. "Why? Just shut up and get comfortable. C'mon," you reached back and tapped a hand to his thigh, pulling it towards you and he relented. Carefully, he pulled both legs up onto the couch properly, trying to keep his hips straight. “Better?” You tilted your head back to look at him and he smiled in response with a nod. “Yeah, you more comfortable this way?” “Mhm, just tell me if I get too close. You’re pretty comfy, so I just might doze off here if you let me,” you brought your body closer to him, letting your weight rest against his frame. “Been a minute since you cuddled up to anyone, huh?” His voice was laced with a teasing playfulness. “Hey!” You nudged an elbow into his side, uselessly, as he just laughed it off. “You should be honored you’re allowed to get this close to me. Most men don’t have the chance.” “Because most men aren’t good enough for you,” he laughs, quiet and cautious, as he makes his first bold move, letting his arm drape over you as he leans in, turning his hips to the side, but keeping them distanced from you. “See? You understand,” you giggle along with him, relaxing into his hold and he does the same, sighing as he holds you with less apprehension and more ease. “You’re an exception. I don’t mind snuggling up with you.” “I’m honored,” he says, a little softer, pressing his forearm against your stomach as his fingers slip beneath the other side of your waist. The simple gesture made you feel completely snug and secure against him, but the way his capable fingers were gently pressing into your waist, applying just the right amount of pressure to a somewhat intimate spot, inspired an intoxicating amount of pleasure to pool between your thighs. “You should be,” you breathed, arching into him ever so slightly as you tried to keep your thoughts from clouding with desire. You shouldn’t have reacted at all. You should have taken a deep breath, steeled yourself and pulled away. You couldn’t have known how eager he was to touch you; you weren’t gifted with a mind-reading quirk. So you couldn’t have known how his resolve had been slowly drifting away. How drunk he was on the proximity you two had been sharing in the low light of his living room. How fucking hard his aching cock was at the moment. Until you felt it. The tip of his firm member pressing into your ass as you arched yourself in to him. You might have apologized, rolled away and pretended like it didn't happen. If it wasn't for the way he gasped, drawing in a shallow breath as his eyes fluttered shut, lip catching between his teeth as he desperately fought off the groan crawling up his throat. He lost. The sinful noise rang in your ears and your hips reacted before you could, rocking against his raging erection in earnest as you mewled, reaching an arm back behind his head as you grinded against his length. Instincts took over. He slid out from beneath you, pinning an arm on either side of your face as he settled himself between your legs, leaning closer to hover his lips just above yours while he rutted himself directly against your core. "'Zuku," his name left your lips as a wanton sigh as you searched his eyes, begging for some kind of sign that you could do this and it would be all right. "We can stop, if you want to," his voice was hoarse as he slid the outline of his cock against you again, this time with enough pressure to push your folds slightly open beneath your shorts. The sensation made your head spin, any thoughts of hesitation falling aside as you shook your head. "Don't stop, please," you wrapped your legs around him, fisting your hands

into his hair to close the distance between your lips. He moaned into the kiss, returning your efforts eagerly as his hands cupped your breasts, massaging them as he thrust his hips against yours repeatedly, picking up a rhythm as you both writhed against one another in pure carnality. "Are you sure about this?" His lips moved against yours, hands slipping beneath your top, waiting for your reply. "Yes," you whined, "please. Want you to touch me." He pushed your top up over your breasts without a second thought, tossing it aside as he attached his lips to your nipple, rolling the other between his fingertips as a groan vibrated against your skin. "So fucking pretty," he mumbled, mouth still full of you, "I'll touch you wherever you want. Make you feel so good." You moaned watching in ecstasy as he laved his tongue back and forth over your sensitive nipple, flicking it with the pink muscle occasionally, each sudden stroke of his tongue causing you to let out a little yelp of pleasure. "'Zuku," you were breathing heavy already, hands roaming down his sides to fumble with his sweats. "Wanna feel you too," he reached a hand down to help you pull off his bottoms, kicking them off as he stood up and lifted his shirt off his torso. The sudden lack of stimulation had you reeling, whining at the loss of friction. "C'mere," he took both your hands, pulling you to sit up before he tucked his hands beneath your thighs, lifting you as he stood and settled you around his waist. You gasped as he lifted you, the weightless sensation adding to the dizzying amount of lust fogging your brain as you wrapped your arms around him, leaving space to lean in and kiss his neck as he carried you down the hall. "Fuck, that feels so good," he came to a stop at the edge of the bed, laying you back and running his hands down your sides as he stood back up, hooking two fingers into your bottoms to pull them off, panties and all, in one fluid motion. You were stripped bare and completely vulnerable, watching his emerald eyes glimmer as they devoured your body, committed it to memory. Your better judgement chimed in, interrupting your thoughts of all the filthy things that you wanted him to do to you. He paused, trailing his fingertips up yours sides as he pressed a knee into the bed, hovering over you as he gauged your cautious expression. "What's wrong?" He spoke softly, cupping your cheek in his hand. "This isn't going to change anything, right? Between us, I mean," you propped yourself up on your elbows to meet his eyes. "I don't want to risk anything bad happening between us." He smiled and shook his head, leaning in to kiss you. When you didn't pull away, he connected your lips, moving his soft, slow, and hungry against yours, "No," he said as he pulled away for air, "don't worry about that." That was all the convincing you needed for now. You pressed your hand to his pecs, giving them a gentle squeeze as you groaned against his lips on yours. "Then fuck me, please," you begged, caving in to your most primal desires as the need to be filled overtook your every concern. "Fuck me better than you fucked her.” "Oh, fuck, baby," His eyebrows knit together as his mouth fell open in a primal groan, his strong hands each grabbing a thigh and bidding them to part as he moved between them. The tip of his cock brushed against your entrance, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. He took notice and seized his throbbing member, smacking it against your exposed clit before dragging it between your folds, watching your reaction through hooded eyes as you mewled needily beneath him. "You want me to fuck you better? I'll fuck you better, baby," he lined himself up, slipping into you with ease, but moving inch by inch, dragging out the delicious feeling of him positively filling you up as he pressed his lips, dressed in a smirk, to the shell of your ear, making you shiver as he whispered, "Anything for my bestie." "Fuck, 'Zuku," you cried, clenching around his thick cock, "s'so big." He groaned in reply, stilling his hips as he bottomed

out inside of you, allowing you to adjust, "Ssh, I know, but you can take it." You relaxed, feeling your walls stretch around him more easily as he began thrusting. All you could do was grasp at the sheets, fisting your grip into them as his cock began kissing your cervix, pulling the most sinful noises from yours lungs as well as his. "Zuku, oh fuck, 'Zuku!" you arched your back, eyes clenched tight as you braced yourself for your impending orgasm. Your expression spurred him on, hips snapping forward faster as he slipped his thumb over your clit, "You wanna cum for me? You can do it, pretty baby. Cum all over your best friend's fucking cock." Your eyes popped open, mouth hanging agape as you screamed a slew of curse words, your vision locked on Izuku. The sight was certainly one to see. Him, sweaty and vibrating on top of you, slamming his cock into your quivering hole, not so much as slowing to allow you to come down from your release. "Feel good?" He was breathless, but he never faltered as he continued to pound into your soaked pussy, both hands gripping the back of your thighs as he lifted them up, using his hold on them as leverage to bring his feet beneath himself, pressing your knees to your chest as he folded you into a mating press. "FUCK!" You whined helplessly, voicing pitching up as you cried out over and over again, screaming obscenities each time his massive cock assaulted the wall of your womb until you were falling apart all over again. He took mercy on you this time, dropping back to his knees as he slowed his pace, his cock still throbbing inside you as your velvet walls continued to suck him in. Your senses slowly returned as his lips met your chest, suckling on your breasts as his hands held your waist, holding your limp body in place as he moaned and took your nipple between his teeth. "'Zuku," you muttered weakly, chest heaving from the after effects of your second orgasm. "What, beautiful?" His lips crawled up to your neck, hands sliding down your sides to grab yours hips as he lazily rolled his against them. You'd already gone so far, what was one step further? You debated your next words, weighing the risk versus the reward. Debated for so long, that he pulled away and propped himself up to look at you, tucking your hair behind your ears as he spoke with a gentle tone. “What is it? Are you upset? I ca—,” he stilled his hips, moving to pull out of you as you caught his wrist. “No,” you rushed to reply, “no, not that. I just, I wanted to ask, have you ever..used any of your quirks in bed? Specifically..black whip?” "No," he narrowed his eyes, a devious smirk creeping across his freckled features as he resumed his thrusts, moving fast enough to make your tits bounce as he held up a palm and raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you want, to be tied up? Who knew my sweet little bestie liked it rough?" "Mm," you chewed your lip in anticipation, muffling the moans you swallowed as he impaled you. "I bet I can take a lot more than that fucking bitch could. Tie me up. Smack me around. Choke me with your hand or your cock, I don't care. She never let you do whatever you wanted, huh? But I fucking will." He shook his head in disbelief, eyes wide with surprise, hanging on every word pouring from your filthy mouth. "Do whatever the fuck you want to me," you panted beneath him, cupping your breasts as you tweaked your nipples, groaning louder as you met his thrusts with your hips. "Fuck me like you mean it. Ruin this tight little pussy with that big, fat fucking cock of yours until you forget about that fucking whore." You gasped as black tendrils surrounded you, binding your arms to your sides as he slipped out of you and flipped you suddenly on to your stomach. His cock pressed against your ass as he loomed over you, teeth scraping against the skin of your shoulder while he grabbed your hips and forced them up. He slipped his cock between your folds, diving in and setting a brutal pace as a hand closed around your neck, squeezing your windpipe while a gruff voice whispered in your ear.

"You're the best fucking friend I could ever ask for," his fingers tightened as your eyes rolled back, earning you a triumphant smirk from him. "Sure hope you don't regret this."

You sputtered, gasping for air as he released your airway, but he only gave you a moment to draw breath as he shoved your face down into the mattress.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good," he leaned back, digging his fingertips into the plush skin around your hips as he aimed to hit harder, deeper. He threw his head back, a strangled moan leaving his lungs. "If I'd known you were such a good whore, maybe I'd have fucked you sooner."

You laid there, feeling every inch of him slide into your overstimulated core as you were helpless to do anything about it. Face down, ass up, your clit being battered by the slap of his heavy balls each time he sheathed himself within you.

"This how you like it, huh?" He struck your ass, his cock growing impossibly harder as he watched your cheek turn red beneath his touch. He did it again, grunting in gratification as the shade of the mark deepened. "This what you wanted from me? For me to beat this slutty fuckin' ass of yours?"

"Yes, oh shit, 'Zuku," you scrambled to form your words before the ability to do so slipped away from you, "'Zuku, wait. Phone. G-grab your phone. Don't get my," you sighed, mewling anxiously beneath him as tears pricked your eyes, "just don't get my face, b-but get my tattoo."

You didn't have to say more. His eyes sparked with devious delight as he paused his motions, giving you only a moment of rest as he leaned over and snatched his phone from the nightstand.

"You're so fucking dirty," he opened his messages, finding their text thread and clicking the camera button, then he swiped over to video mode and pressed record as he resumed his actions, "I fucking love it."

He held the camera over where your bodies met, losing himself as he watched your pussy hug his cock, clinging to it, dripping all your juices around it as he moved in and out.

"Shit," he sighed breathlessly, picking up his pace as he groped your ass, spanking you again and groaning at the sight of your marked up as on the phone screen. "Say my fuckin' name."

"'Zuku," you moaned, slamming your hips against his with as much leverage as your could manage in your restrained state.

He cracked his hand across your cheek again, harder this time, "Louder."

"'Zuku! Oh, feels so fucking good when you fuck me, Daddy."

He didn't hesitate to click send.

"Fuck yes," he tossed the phone aside, seizing your hips with one hand and your clit with another as the black tendrils dissipated from around you. "Cum for me. Wanna cum with you, baby."

Your body had no choice but to heed his command. You buckled, legs turning to jelly as your walls spasmed, milking his cock as he shot hot spurts of seed inside you, watching intently as it formed a ring around his cock, still sliding inside you as he groaned and growled.

He collapsed beside you, shuddering as he let out a shaky breath when he pulled his cock from your leaking core.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck," he stared up at the ceiling for a moment, collecting himself while you did the same. "I can't believe we just did that."

"I can't either," You turned your head to the side to look at him. "You better not get all weird around me now."

He chuckled and reached out to you, pulling you into his chest, "I won't. Promise."

His phone chimed once. Then twice. Thrice. Four fucking times in succession. You popped up, stretching a hand out to grasp it from the edge of the bed before laying back beside him and swiping open the thread.

'Are you fucking kidding me?'

'Bet she can't even fuck you properly.'

'Enjoy your second-rate whore. Knew that bitch was trying to get at you.'

'Fucking disgusting prick. I never liked you anyway.'

He shook his head, laughing as he read the messages, "I really can't believe you suggested that, but boy am I glad you did. That felt good."

"She deserves worse, the fucking whore," you moved to set his phone aside, but paused when another text came through.

''Zuku, wait. Can't we talk about this? I fucked up, you fucked up. Let's try again? Please 🥺 let's talk about it..'

You scoffed, unable to contain your laughter as you showed him the message and he joined in with you.

"The nerve of this bi--," the ring of his cell cut you off and you exchanged glances, before you decided for him and answered, putting it on speakerphone.

"Hello?" You glanced at Izuku, who was holding his breath.

"Put him on." Her tone was venomous. He raised his eyebrows.

"Who?" You played dumb. "Oh, Zuku? No can do, sweetheart, he's too busy fucking your stench out of his sheets." His lips pressed tightly together as he stifled a laugh.

"Put. him. on."

"Put him in? Honey, he's already balls deep inside me. Why don't you try back later? If you're mouth isn't too full to talk."

You hung up and Izuku burst out laughing, chuckling as he pulled you back to his chest and pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Thank you for that," he sighed, his laughter trailing off as he closed his eyes, rubbing your back as he held you on top of him. "I needed all of it. Now, lemme take care of you, okay? I've never been that rough before, so I'm a little out of my depth, but would it help if I draw you a bath?"

"Only if you join me," you smiled sheepishly, feeling a bit silly for suddenly feeling bashful as if he wasn't rearranging your insides but a few minutes ago.

"Of course," he shrugged nonchalantly, "who else is gonna rub your back?"

"You mean you're gonna blow my back out and then massage it?" You shook your head, smiling as you propped your chin up on his chest, "I really hit the lotto on having you as my best friend."

"Nah," he stroked your cheek, smiling softly. "I did."

Heyy!! Im looking for a bkdk roleplay partner‼️ I used to rp a ton during the pandemic and stopped after school started again. Im looking for atleast 17+ and above😵‍💫.

I recently got back into mha by finishing up season 7 and def wanna restart rps again🥲. I love exploring all different types of aus and tropes, even quirks- im looking for a person to play katsuki !!

Im currently on holidays till next week monday (3rd feb) and my replies will be quick!! However once school starts again ill be slightly busy😵‍💫. Still hope to hear from you guys soon!!

Im looking for someone that will really stay committed- pitch in on ideas for plots and long or detailed responses (atleast 4-5 lines) 🤭. And i use discord- so dont be shy to hmu and we can get into it right away!!!

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It's not possible for a good person to have 100 billion dollars.

In order to have 100 billion dollars, one would have to have previously had 99 billion.

And someone with 99 billion dollars already has orders of magnitude more than they could ever use in a lifetime.

Past a certain point, the only thing money can give someone is power. And in order for someone who's already past that point to get wealthier, they'd have to already have power and try to get more.

It's not possible to be a good person and do that. It doesn't matter if it's from "hard work". If you already have more than you can possibly use, it's unethical to try to get more. It's actually worse for it to be from "hard work". If "hard work" is what made someone that rich, that means they actively put effort into exploiting others for power. If it's easier to help others and you choose to jump through hoops in order to calculate how to be selfish anyway, then you don't have a good bone in your body.

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Part Two

Pairing: Bakugou x reader, Izuku x reader

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: daddy kink, impact play, degradation, oral, breeding kink, cheating (reader is unaware), dubcon (considering the deception)

A/n: This got away from me, lengthwise. Also, didn't know what to do about OFA, so I made a creative decision, jsyk. Enjoy!

A thick veil of smoke enveloped the top two heroes, enough to allow the villain that they were pursuing to slip out of their line of sight. A mysterious light flashed into the haze, branching out like lightning to surround them.

"Kacchan?" Midoriya held his, well, not exactly his hands, out in front of him when enough of the smoke had cleared.

They looked familiar, but at the same time, completely foreign. He didn't quite recognize his voice either.

"What?" Bakugou spat and immediately tensed. Why the fuck did he sound like that?

He snapped his head toward Deku, only to find that he wasn't looking at Deku at all. He was looking at himself.

"What the fuck?" he seethed and shook his head. They didn't have time for whatever bullshit this was. They had a job to do. "We'll figure this shit out later. Pull your head outta your ass and let's go get that son-of-a-bitch first."

"Right," Midoriya nodded, clenching his fist as he broke into a sprint.

He didn’t have to run far. Thankfully, by the time they’d caught sight of the criminal, their respective sidekicks had already restrained him.

"This a new one," a police officer chuckled, reading a report off of a tablet as his fellow officers loaded the defeated villain into the back of a patrol car. "He apparently has a body-switching quirk. Good thing no one was hit with it, because there's not much known about it."

"Ha, uh, what?" The blonde hero scratched the back of his neck, looking visibly nervous, while the green-haired pro rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest.

"Thanks for all the useful information, real fuckin' helpful." The normally bubbly expression of the freckled-face Deku was MIA, instead replaced by an unamused scowl as he clapped his hand on Dynamight's shoulder, digging his fingers in tight enough to make the man wince as he led him away from the scene.

"Kacchan!" He spoke in a hushed whisper, jerking his shoulder out of his grip. "What are we going to do? Shouldn't we tell someone about this?"

“For what? So they can tell us to go to the hospital where they can’t do jack shit about it?” He cocked an eyebrow, obviously annoyed at the suggestion. “You heard that idiot, they don’t know anything about this damn quirk. It’s been a long fuckin’ week and I’m not about to waste my time off being poked and prodded for no goddamn reason. I’m going home.”

He spun on his heel, extending his palms to blast himself away as a habit, before realizing that he couldn’t. His quirk was tied to his body; a body he didn’t have control of at the moment. An exasperated groan left his lips as he lifted his palm to his forehead.

“Right.” He took a wide stance, bending his knees as if to take off in a sprint, trying to activate One for All, but he couldn’t do that either.

“Kacchan, I, uh—,” Deku held up a hand, sending forward a tendril of black whip from the body that he currently occupied, looking down as if it would help him avoid the rage boiling up within Bakugou.

It came out as a nonsensical growl. An aggressive muttering of a string of curse words and unsavory phrases.

Silently, Midoriya thought to himself that a temporarily quirkless Kacchan was maybe a divine dose of karma, but he didn’t dare let that thought slip out.

“Can’t fuckin’ believe this. Fuckin’ bullshit dumbass quir—“ Bakugou began stomping off, but Midoriya was quick to follow.

“Wait! If I go home like this, Y/n’s gonna worry.”

He stopped and heaved a heavy sigh, “So?” His tone sounded indignant, but if he was being honest with himself, he hadn’t yet considered how you would react to the situation.

“I mean, maybe you should—I don’t know. Maybe you should just..pretend to be me? This might wear off by morning for all we know, right? She worries enough as is, I don’t want to give her more reason to.”

Bakugou spun around to look straight into his own face, something that made him uneasy enough to begin with and was only made worse by the pathetic expression painted on it.

"Fine," his jaw was set tight as he jabbed at Deku's borrowed chest, "But if you're gonna pretend to be me, don't make me look like such a pussy, got it? I'll run home and play house with your wife for you."

As the words left his lips, an idea blossomed in his brain. One that he, admittedly, shouldn't have jumped to so quickly, but he couldn't help himself. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, right?

“You wouldn’t..do anything though, right? With her, I mean,” Midoriya asked, as if he could read the filthy thoughts flying through Bakugou's mind. "She, uh, she can be a bit," he paused, searching for the right word. "Insatiable, at times. But you'll tell her no if she tries to, you know. Won't you?"

"You think that telling me that she's insatiable in bed is a good deterrent?" He scoffed, "I'd say you're dumber than you look, but at the moment, you look as smart as I've ever seen you."

"Kacchan, I'm serious."

"All right," he flashed his palms in a reluctantly placating manner, "I won't fuck your wife. Scout's honor, okay?"

"Thank you," he sighed with relief.

"No promises if she offers me head though," he smirked as he pulled out his phone to call a car.

///

On the car ride home, more potential scenarios crossed his mind. Ones that were far less suggestive, but still felt just as forbidden.

You’d greet him when he got home, the same way he’d seen you greet Deku for so many years. The realization had his palms sweating and his stomach tightening with nerves that he hadn’t felt since college, since before Deku had scooped you up and made you his.

Knowing you were spoken for hadn't done anything to quell his feelings for you though. He could control himself, obviously. He knew that you were happy enough with Deku, though personally, he always thought that you could be happier with him. He'd never get between your marriage though. Despite their never-ending sense of rivalry, he could respect the sanctity of that.

If there was one silver lining to this inconvenient incident, at least he could pretend for one day that you were his. Even if he had to wear Deku's damn face to do it.

He fished an unfamiliar set of keys from his pocket, taking a deep breath before he swung the door open.

"Babe?" he heard your melodic voice before he saw you.

He could tell it was coming from down the hall, so he called out, following the source of the sound.

"Yeah, I'm home," he replied, slipping off his boots before carrying on down the long hallway, taking notice of the cracked door at the end.

"How was your day? I hope you're not too tired," you cooed, and Bakugou could just imagine the cute little pout your lips must be pursed into.

"Too tired for what, baby?" He came up to the door, pushing it open as he laid his eyes on the most glorious sight that he'd ever seen.

You were sitting on the plush bench at the foot of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. A lacy, black set of lingerie clinging to your frame as your gazed up at him with a smile that nearly knocked him right off of his feet.

All bets were off now.

"Whoa," he swallowed, drinking in your ethereal appearance.

"You're not too tired to help me take this off, are you?" You caught your lip between your teeth, standing and strolling straight up to tug on the fabric of his hero costume, guiding his lips towards yours until they crashed into one another.

His hands moved on their own accord, gravitating towards the supple flesh of your ass. Both hands giving it a firm squeeze as he pulled your hips against his, allowing you to feel the tent that he'd already pitched in his pants.

You tugged harder at his costume, whimpering with need as you walked backwards towards the bed.

“Need you so bad,” you mewled as spun the both of you around, pushing him gently until his legs hit the bench. “Can I suck your cock, pretty please? Wanna make you feel so good tonight, Daddy.”

“Oh, fuck,” his eyebrows knit together as he groaned and started working himself out of the material, never taking his eyes off your sweet, submissive face. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Just for you, Daddy,” the innocent smile that graced your features as you dropped to your knees in front of him sent a throbbing pulse straight to his cock.

He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d even been this hard. The way that you were looking up at him, your hands helping him peel away the layers that separated his cock from your warm, wet mouth, had him nearly feral before you’d even properly touched him.

“May I, Daddy? Please?” You batted your lashes, hovering your mouth just in front of his erect length, so that he could feel your warm breath fanning over it, sending an almost painful shiver up his spine.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed, pushing his hands into your hair as he kicked the costume off to the side.

You braced your hands on his thighs, taking the tip into your mouth to swirl your tongue around it, tasting the bit of precum that had beaded there.

He was briefly disappointed that he couldn’t see your lips wrapped around his actual cock, but proud to know that given the size of what Deku was working with, you might actually have trouble taking it if he were in the right body.

You wrapped one hand around his cock, while your lips slowly sank down his length. He inhaled sharply, all of his senses fading away as he focused on just how fucking good you were making him feel. He shut his eyes while his fingers tensed in your roots as he repressed the urge to shove his cock straight into your throat and fuck your cute little mouth until you were choking on his cum.

His jaw hung open as he groaned louder, studying your movements with intention as he responded to the way you were taking him in and out. Tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as your hand gripped the base of his cock, your fingers curling underneath to massage his balls. Eyes locked with his, eagerly watching the pleasure flood his expression with each bob of your head, as if it fueled you to make him feel this good.

You looked as submissive and breedable as ever and it was driving him absolutely insane. He wanted to ruin you; he needed to. If this was going to be his only opportunity, he'd run with it and he wouldn't look back.

"Gonna let Daddy do what he wants with you tonight?" He brought a hand to your breast, palming it through the elegant lace that restrained it, coaxing your nipples to harden at his touch before he tugged at it.

"Yes, Daddy," you moaned needily as you came up for air, your chin glistening with spit as your hand continued to pump his length. "I'll do anything for you."

“Mmc’mere then, baby,” he seized your hand, bringing you to your feet, only to sit down on the bench and pull you between his parted legs. “Wanna play with that pretty little pussy of yours,” he slipped a hand between your thighs, rubbing circles against your folds.

You steadied yourself on his shoulders, your knees already shaking as he pulled your panties down, letting them pool around your ankles while he began teasing your clit. He slipped two fingers inside with ease, sighing at the glorious feeling of your slick walls pulsing around his digits.

“So fuckin’ wet, ready to take this cock already, aren’t cha’?” He smirked, snaking an arm around your hips, lifting you just enough to settle you on his lap, your heat hovering just above his swollen head as your knees pressed into the plush fabric and you shed your bra.

“Yes, Daddy,” you mewled, moaning in his ear as your hips bucked impatiently, “Please, give it to me, Daddy,” the whine that followed your words escalated into a cry as he gripped your hips, sinking you down onto his length.

A strangled growl left his throat as he guided your motions, watching your pussy drip around his cock as you bounced up and down with practiced ease. His lips found your breasts, attaching to one and swiping his tongue around your sensitive nipple as he closed his eyes.

Your soft tits in his face, the beautiful sound of your moans echoing around the bedroom, the velvety feel of your walls squeezing his cock. It was all so intense. He didn’t want this to be over too soon, but you were moving so quickly, relentlessly chasing your release, so he helped you get there, rubbing circles on your clit while his teeth gently tugged at your nipples, speaking sinful words to coax you over the precipice.

“You gonna cream on my cock, princess? Gonna show me what a good little whore you are?” He noticed the surprise on your face as the words left his lips.

Deku probably didn’t use those types of names in the bedroom, he supposed, but you didn’t seem to hate it. The way you clenched tighter around his cock made him think you probably fucking liked it, because of course you did, you were perfect. But now he wanted to know what else you liked.

He leaned back, shuffling his hips forward so you lost your leverage and he was the one completely in control, “Is that what you are, baby? Daddy’s good little slut?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You cried, grasping for something to cling onto and settling for raking your nails down his chest.

His hands gripped your ass as he thrusted upwards into you, picking up the pace as he gave a sharp smack to one cheek, “Want you to fuckin’ scream when you cum all over this dick. Tell everybody who the fuck is making you feel so goddamn good. Understand me?”

“Yes, oh fuck, yes!” Your voice broke as your vision whited out, ears buzzing as waves of intense pleasure washed over you. “‘Zuku!”

A pang hit his chest as he remembered himself. How he wasn’t himself right now. But the sting only lasted for a moment before it was overtaken by the euphoria that your spasming walls sent him into.

He grunted, his hips stuttering, “Shit, baby,” he muttered as he continued to fuck up into you, guiding you both through your release as you laid against his chest, his arms enveloping you.

You laid there for a beat afterwards, silently recovering your senses until you stirred on top of him to dismount and crawl into the bed, reaching out a hand and making a little grabbing motion, beckoning him to join you.

It was almost enough to give him whiplash, how fast you could go from sinfully seductive to adorably innocent. Who was he to refuse you?

He turned and crawled on all fours into the bed, marveling at your form as he climbed over you, caging you in as your fingertips trailed up his arms. The soft expression on your face inspiring butterflies to flutter about in the pit of his stomach.

How did this make him so nervous compared to what the two of you had just done? Why is this what got to him?

“I love you,” you spoke sweetly, kind eyes peering up at him as your hands came to rest behind his neck.

Fuck. He should’ve seen this coming, but it’d never really been part of any of his after sex routines. He was almost afraid, but he couldn’t admit that to himself.

Nor could he admit that he actually meant it when he whispered back, “I love you too.”

“What got into you tonight? I mean I know it’s been a while and I’ve been pretty pent up, but I didn’t realize you had that in you.” You pulled him in, kissing him gently as he laid down beside you, folding an arm over your waist, while he propped himself up on the other.

Been a while? How long? How did that damn nerd not fuck you every single day? How did he ever leave you alone?

“I, uh,” he shrugged, studying your face, trying to focus on the conversation instead of just how beautiful you looked this close up. “I’m not sure. Did you like it, though? I mean, are you all right? I didn’t spank you too hard or get too mean, did I?”

“No, no,” you smiled, putting an arm behind his head to play idly with the soft green curls on his scalp. “I really liked it, actually. Maybe we could try more of that sometime? I think I could handle more than what you did tonight.”

“I’m sure you could,” he voiced his thoughts out loud, chuckling quietly as a soft smirk lingered on his lips. “We can do whatever you wanna do, princess. Anything for you.”

“Princess, hmm? I think you’ve been spending too much time with Bakugou.” You giggle and for a second, he’s afraid he’s been found out.

“Oh, ha, yeah. Maybe I have. Sorry,” he pauses. What the fuck does he call you?? It’s some dumb shit, isn’t it? Ah, that’s right. “Puppy.” The word leaving his tongue is nearly enough to make him cringe.

“Princess is fine too,” you shrug, “I kinda like it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he studies your face, watching your eyes as they fixate on the tuft of hair that you keep toying with. It’s relaxing. The subtle, soothing shivers your actions send down his spine as the rhythm of your quiet breathing is the only sound left in the room.

He wishes he could lay here forever, but he doesn’t know when his time with you will be up. So he seizes another opportunity.

“Have I ever told you about the crush Ba--ah, Kacchan, had on you?”

Your eyes pull back to his, narrowing in intrigue, “No? He had a crush on me?”

“Yeah, all through college, I think.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I had no idea. I thought he hated me right up until we got married, actually.”

You laughed, but it broke his heart a little. Hated you? How could he?

“Why?” He reminded himself to watch his tone. That came off a little too defensive, but if you noticed, you didn’t comment.

“He was a bit of a jerk? Granted, that was more after we started dating, I guess. In hindsight, that would make sense. He’s never been one to handle his emotions well, huh?”

Another blow to the chest. He didn’t ever mean to treat you poorly at all. He was pissed that Deku had gotten to you before he found the nerve to, but he hadn’t meant to take that out on you.

“No,” he looked down, grinning lop-sidedly. “He hasn't.”

“You know, I actually had a crush on him too, as dumb as it sounds,” he snaps his eyes up to your face and you clarify, “Before we got together, of course.”

“Oh,” he nods, “Right. Yeah, no, it’s--I mean, we’re married. It’s fine, babe. You really had a crush on him though?”

“Yeah and I couldn’t tell you why,” you laugh. “Maybe it was my rebellious phase. I’m sure if I had brought him home, my mother would have lost her damn mind.”

“She probably would have,” he chuckled half-heartedly, swallowing the swords that he wanted to spew to find the words that Deku would use instead. “Well, I’m pretty happy with how things worked out.”

“Me too,” you grin, reaching a hand up to hold his jaw in your hand as you sit up, laying him on his back, so that you can hover over him. “Thank you for tonight. I know things have been a little distant between us, but I’m glad that you’re trying. I appreciate it, Izuku.”

Fuck. The sense of guilt that he’d been holding off was creeping back in. This was the dumbest fucking thing he’d ever done. It had to be. What could he do now? You were going to find out eventually, weren’t you? Surely, you’d mention this to Deku tomorrow. All of it.

He was thinking with his dick when he walked in, but now he was afraid of hurting you. Not just by revealing how he’d obviously betrayed your trust. Now that he thought about it, this was--definitely not okay? Fuck. Fuck, he’d fucked up. Because on top of that, now you think you’ve had some sort of breakthrough with your husband, who wouldn’t know what the fuck you were talking about whenever he got back into his own body?

He didn’t know what to do. He was panicking. He was blanking. He wasn’t thinking when he said, “I-I’m not Izuku.”

“What?” Your face went stark white as you scrambled away from him. He reached out to you, instinctively, wanting to soothe the hurt that he knew he’d helped cause. “Who the fuck are y--Bakugou?”

Gathering the sheets around you, you curled up on the far side of the bed, shrinking away from him as he puts his hands up.

“Yes,” he admitted. “I’m--I don’t even know what to fuckin’ say. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“What the fuck happened? Where’s my husband?” Tears were welling in your eyes as you held your hand out, activating your quirk to levitate a stack of heavy books from the bedside table.

“Hey, hey, hey! Look, I’d never hurt you and Deku’s fine!” He held his hands higher, “This was his dumb fuckin’ idea.”

You lowered the books, clutching both hands around the sheets as you looked at him skeptically, “What was his idea? What in the fuck happened?”

“We got hit by a body-switching quirk,” he sighs, lowering his hands. “They don’t know anything about it. Couldn’t tell us when it would wear off. His dumb ass insisted that I should just come here and pretend to be him, so that you wouldn’t worry. And my dumb ass took advantage of the situation. I was thinking with my dick and I know that’s no excuse, but I didn’t mean to--fuck, please, don’t cry, princess,” he looks at you regretfully, watching tears stream over your cheeks as you furiously wipe them away.

“You’re gonna think I’m a fucking idiot, but it’s not you I’m upset with,” you scoff. “What you did was fucked up.” You narrow your eyes briefly in his direction, “But I’m more upset that I think he used this as an excuse to avoid me.”

“What?” He asked incredulously. “Why the fuck would he want to avoid you? You guys always look so fuckin’ perfect together. Like you’re living on Cloud Nine all the damn time.”

You laugh, but it’s void of joy and full of bitterness, “Yeah, he’s a real good actor. Guess I am too.” You shake your head, looking away as you try to dry your eyes. “I love him. Fuck, do I love him. But lately, he hasn’t touched me. Hasn’t talked to me the way he used to. He still treats me fine and I’m sure it’s just because he’s so busy now that he’s finally just made it to Number One, but,” you shrug, “It hurts, you know? He used to act like that all the time. He’d dote on me hand and foot. I never asked him to or expected him to; he just did it. But now, it’s like it’s only for the cameras.”

A new wave of sobs wracks through you as you curl your knees into your chest, wrapping your arms around them as your bury your face, speaking through muffled cries, “I told myself that it might be like this when he got the news that he’d made it and that I should just give him so some space and time to adjust, maybe it’s just me being selfish, but I-I just feel like,” you sniffle, looking back up and to Bakugou, disguised as your husband. “Sometimes, I feel like he doesn’t want me anymore. He’s never said so and I like to think that he’s trying, but after feeling set aside for so many months, I just can’t help but wonder.”

His heart was bleeding now. Having been ripped open by your display of emotion. He still didn’t know what to say, but he could try. He had to, for you.

“He loves you,” he reaches out a hand tentatively, rubbing your arm gently when you don’t pull away and you lean into him. “He does. He just,” he pauses, thinking of the right words. “He gets too caught up sometimes. He’s done it before and he doesn’t mean to. His tunnel vision gets the best of him. I know everyone thinks the bastard’s flawless, but obviously you and I know better. He’s finally achieved this big dream of his and he’s lost focus on what really matters, but he’ll find it again.”

You nod, wiping away more tears with the sheets balled up in your hands as he continues, smiling apologetically, “This isn’t your fault. You shouldn’t feel guilty for expecting your husband to act like your fucking husband. Listen, if you want, I’ll knock some fuckin’ sense into him for ya, because he’s missing out right now.” He smiles as you let out a quiet laugh that actually has some sincerity to it. “You aren’t meant to be an afterthought. You’re not just a priority when it’s convenient enough for him. Tell that asshole to treat you like his wife before you’re someone else’s.”

“You make it sound so easy,” you swipe the last of your tears off your cheek, holding your knees to your chest as you look at him.

“It’s never easy telling someone how you feel. I know, ” he forces a smile. “But you gotta do it, for your own sake at least.”

“Surprisingly sage words coming from you,” you muse, staring into the white sheets pooled around your legs.

“Everyone has their moments,” he exhales, shifting himself over to the edge of the bed. “I also had a pretty low one tonight, so I’m gonna go.”

“Wait,” you call, shuffling over to him as you try to keep the sheet pulled over you.

He glances over his shoulder at you.

“Could you, uh, stay?” You ask sheepishly. “Again, I don’t exactly wanna condone what you did, but also, I could argue that you were just doing what Izuku asked you to. And I—don’t judge me for sounding so pathetic, but I wasn’t exaggerating about how touch-starved I am, so if you wouldn’t mind, maybe we co—,”

“I’ll stay,” he nods, looking down into your eyes. “You never need to give me a reason, princess.”

“Thank you,” you blush, looking down as you sit against the headboard. “Could you grab me a t-shirt and some panties? They’re both in those top two drawers over there.

You gesture toward the set of drawers along the wall and he nods and he stands, collecting the garments and tossing them onto the bed before turning around.

“Thank you,” you say again, climbing out of bed to quickly pull the clothing on. “You’re good. His, uh, his boxers are in the top of that one.”

You tilt your head toward another set of drawers, set beside the first and he retrieves a pair to slip into before climbing back into the bed, sitting beside you, entirely unsure of how to proceed.

“So, uh,” you break the uncomfortable silence, “you had a crush on me?”

He shakes his head, scoffing at his own stupidity, “Have,” he admits. “I still have a little crush on you, I guess.”

“I thought as much,” you nod, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, so I understand if you wanna go.”

“I’m not fuckin’ leavin’ you tonight.” He states matter-of-factly. “I said I’d stay. You don’t need to spare my feelings, Princess. I’m fine, really.”

“Are you sure?” You scoot closer to him and he wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his chest told fold his other arm over you.

“I’m sure,” he confirms. “I’m just doin’ what Deku asked me to, right?”

He smirks and you laugh, relaxing into his embrace, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“You know, he actually told me pretty specifically not to sleep with you. Even if you tried.” He glanced down at you, “Said you were ‘insatiable’ sometimes.”

“Insatiable?” You scoff indignantly, “The last time we fucked was literally after the last Billboards. Pardon me for asking for the dick a little aggressively.”

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? That was 4 months ago.” He looked indignant for you.

“I know, I’ve counted.” You roll your eyes. “Probably just said so, because he knew I would try. You know how many sets of lingerie and stupid little outfits and toys I’ve bought trying to entice him? I sit on that stupid fuckin’ bench at least three times a week trying to get his attention.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, his face contorted in frustration, “You fuckin’ what? Does he—does that asshole really not realize how lucky he is?”

“Well, it feels nice to hear you say that, at least.”

He holds you a little tighter, tracing idle shapes into your arm as he sinks you both further into the bed, so that you’re laying beside one another. You bring your thigh up to rest on top of his as your hand lays on his chest.

“It’s gonna work out,” he murmurs into your hair. “Even if I have to physically remove his head from his ass.”

“At this point, I might like to see that,” you giggle, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his head as he tucks you under his chin with a half smile.

A few moments of silence pass by before he finds the nerve to ask, “So you had a crush on me?”

You press your lips together, mindlessly tapping your fingertips on his chest, “I plead the fifth,” you whisper.

“I’ll remember that,” he chuckles, placing a soft kiss to your temple that makes your ears burn.

“So you, uhm, you don’t know when you’ll switch back? Like, if it’ll happen overnight or?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “Dumbasses at the scene said they didn’t have a clue how it worked. I guess no one’s seen anything like it before, so your guess is as good as mine. Why? Ya gonna miss me in the mornin’ if I’m gone?”

“I’m once again exercising my right to silence,” you laugh quietly.

“Well, I’ll sack up and say it,” he exhales a single chuckle, “I’ll miss you, princess.”

You felt guilty. This was obviously teetering on the line of inappropriate, but at the same time, it just felt so nice to be actively wanted by somebody. To be able to banter and curl up with someone at night who didn’t seem to want to let you go.

You didn’t want to think about it. The guilt or the whirlwind that had just torn through your evening. You just wanted to feel wanted as you drifted off to sleep.

“Goodnight, Katsuki,” you slipped your arm completely over his torso, pressing a single kiss to his collarbone.

He felt his heart stir at the use of his first name. You hadn’t ever used it to refer to him before, but he didn’t dare let himself read any further into that.

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

///

The next morning, he woke up to the sound of his own alarm clock and bolted upright, immediately looking beside him to find that he was the only one tucked into the black sheets that adorned his bed.

“Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing his face. “Alexa, shut the fuck up.”

The alarm ceased, but another sound poked at the thin veil of his early-morning patience. He felt around beneath the sheets to find his phone, seeing endless notifications of text messages, all from Deku.

It was inevitable, he’d figured that much already, but one message in particular caught his eye.

Deku: Have you seen Y/n this morning?

Now he was concerned. He furiously skimmed through the other messages.

Deku: She wasn’t home when I got up.

Deku: No note or anything. She was here last night right?

Deku: Kacchan answer your phone

Deku: I’m worried about her.

Deku: What the hell did you do? You didn’t sleep with her, did you?

Deku: Look, please don’t tell anyone, but we’ve been having a couple of issues lately. I don’t think she would leave without telling me though, even if she were upset.

A knock at the door tore his attention away. If that was Deku, honestly, he might not be able to refrain from punching him straight in the face. He bounded to the door, muttering about how fucking stupid this whole situation had gotten, before opening the door and being stunned into silence at your appearance.

You smiled seductively, looking him over as he stood in the doorframe, clad only in a pair of sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips, and untied the front of the wrap dress that you wore, flashing him the orange lingerie that was concealed underneath.

“Did you miss me?”

Part Two