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꣑୧ Head cannons of Poly Bakugo and Izuku who catch feelings for the sweet new side kick at there agency

Poly!BKDK who realizes when they’re already pro hero’s together that they want a third in their relationship when they meet you. Both of the men have gotten taller, stronger and bigger since they graduated UA and started their own agency.

Poly!BKDK who can’t help but notice the new younger sidekick who had joined there agency.

Poly!BKDK Bakugo can’t help but smirk every time he notices Izuku staring at you as you train. He can’t help himself when he sees you training so he always “helps” you. By helping he just yells at you and finds every excuse to hold you and spar so he has a reason to touch you.

Poly!BKDK Izuku who realizes you the one for them when you’re able to make snarky comments at Bakugo without getting fired or hurt. Who smiles to himself when he realizes Bakugo has taken a liking to you.

Poly!BKDK who subtly starts finding more reasons to be around you. Deku who sometimes makes you work longer so he has a reason to take you out to eat since you missed lunch. Bakugo who drives you home at night because it’s “dangerous for sweet girls like you to be out so late” and who walk you to your apartment so he can get a sneak peak inside your home.

Poly!BKDK who constantly try’s to stay around you at work and keep you safe. By keeping you safe they try to make sure at-least one of them goes out with you when you’re doing any sort of hero work.

Poly!BKDK Bakugo who flirts with you constantly and calls you “his best girl” during training.

You kick Katsuki in the stomach and grab his arm trying your hardest to twist the muscle behind him. He smirks and flips you over onto the floor straddling your waist “Nice try kid you almost got me” he states still holding you down. You can’t control the blush that heats up your face at the pro hero’s words and position he has you in.

“T-thanks Dynamite” You mumble looking anywhere but at his face.

Izuku walks through the door stopping at the scene before him. He smiles to himself seeing how flustered you seem to be and how cocky his boyfriend looks on top of your body.

Poly!BKDK who one day after work decided to just ask you out.

After changing out of your hero suit you get your stuff together about to leave the room before Bakugo walks in “Ready to go?” he ask walking up to your grabbing your bag from your hands and leading you outside after hearing you say yes.

He opens the back door for you and you get in a bit confused on why he demoted you to the back until Izuku turns around in his seat “Hey how your day sweetheart?” he asks his big green eyes looking you up and down.

“It was good nothing really happened today it was one of those quiet days ya know” You express leaning back in the seat as Bakugo starts driving. You and Izuku talk for the whole drive just gushing about other hero’s you two admire while Bakugo listening a smile adorning his features.

Once the car stops you grab your stuff thanking the two boys for the ride but before you can open the door for yourself Izuku has already opened it. You look up noticing both hero’s staring down at you “H-hi?” you ask confused as you notice the Izuku hands start fiddling with one another.

“Go out to dinner with us Friday” Bakugo demands only making you more confused.

Izuku groans slapping the blondes shoulder “You can’t ask her out like that Kacchan” he expresses. The two boys start arguing with one another on how to ask out a woman as you stand there confused.

You grab both their arms making them look at you “You two? Want to go out with me?” you ask the two of them before letting go of their arms stepping back.

Poly!BKDK who takes you on the best date of your life, treating you to the best dinner you could imagine. They bring you flowers and then take you out to walk through a park looking at the nature and the stars.

Poly!BKDK who admits they’ve liked you since you first got hired at the agency. Who have been together for years and only until you showed up realized they were missing something or someone.

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Bibliophile Brew Vol. IV

Summary: When managing your parent's book cafe while they're away, you meet Wonder Duo Dynamight and Deku.

Warnings: NSFW. Minors DNI. Fluff, aged-up characters, language, smut, impliedshort!reader/height difference, shower sex, quickie, major praise, plot-heavy, relationship talks, overwhelming work environment, slight panic attack, pet names (bunny, darling, etc.), social/familial pressures. If I have forgotten anything, please let me know!

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Katsuki is pacing. Now, you haven't known the Pro Hero long, but you are fairly confident that when the man remains silently stewing as he treads the length of the bedroom then hell is soon to be raised. He hasn't taken his eyes off the gossip column on his phone, obsessively rereading the article. You're glad he pulled it up on his own phone after seeing it on yours as you watch the smoke begin to accumulate from his palms, the device close to cracking under the strength of his flexing fist.

Izuku isn't much better as he sits next to you on the bed, a finger pressed into his bottom lip. His mouth ran a mile a minute with mutters. The both of them make you uneasy with their differing reactions. You anxiously chew on your thumbnail and twist the hem of Izuku's t-shirt print t-shirt you're wearing with your other hand as you silently watch, trying to prevent idle hands. You know that if you don’t fidget then you’ll look at your phone, and you want to just ignore the overwhelming multitude of messages and notifications awaiting you.

"I'm gonna kill them," Katsuki grumbles, voice seeped in the unbridled rage bubbling beneath.

"Who?" Izuku asks, looking up at the stomping blonde.

"Whoever the fuck thought it was a good idea to trespass onto our property for these pictures!" he snaps. You flinch at the volume, gnawing too harshly on your thumbnail and breaking the skin. You hiss at the slight twinge of pain that stabs at your finger, and you finally remove the reddened and raisin-like digit from your mouth. You pout, noticing the blood rising to the surface. When you look back up both of the heroes are looking at you. You shyly avert your eyes until you feel a scarred palm gently grasp your forearm. Bright emerald eyes look onto you with comfort and worry swirling in their pupils. You grant him a wobbly smile that quickly fades with the waves of anxiety that are continuously crashing over you. Crooked fingers entangle themselves with yours. He squeezes your palm before bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your injured thumb. Your eyes flit up to the blonde, meeting the carmine that stares apologetically down at you. He slowly treads over to you and drops to his knees before you. Callused, quirk-heated palms knead into your thighs which are still sore from the previous night's events.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, so uncharacteristically quietly.

You shake your head emphatically, looking down at your lap and staring at the thumb cradled in Izuku’s hold. "No, no, it's okay," you say softly. "Nothing to apologize for. I'm just jumpy." Your gaze intensely remains on the wounded thumb, otherwise you would have noticed the look the two men share between them.

"Bunny," Izuku starts hesitantly. "We're sorry that you were dragged into...all this."

"Oh," you deadpan momentarily before taking a quivering breath. You muster a sugary smile. "Like I said, no need to apologize. It's not your fault." Katuski's brow furrows at you, carmine eyes searching yours as you hear a soft sigh from beside you. Katsuki’s rough thumb brushes over your cheekbone, a comforting hand cupping your face. Pillowy lips press into your forehead softly, the touch lingering.

"Too fucking good for us," Katsuki murmurs so faintly that you nearly miss it. You give another small smile, sighing out a quiet laugh.

"Not true," you mumble.

"One hundred percent true," Izuku chimes in. His mouth presses a little peck into your temple sweetly. You let your eyes flutter and lean into the touch. You take a deep breath, letting the men's caramel and fresh linen scents settle over you, calming the nerves rattling your very being. You almost hate yourself for opening your eyes again to shatter this illusion that blocks out the rest of the world. Time to get back to reality.

"Thank you," you whisper. A moment passes silently, and your mind goes back to your phone and the mountain of texts that you need to respond to. Then your bubble pops. "I need to go to work."

Katsuki scoffs at that. "You're not going to work today."

"Umm, what Kacchan means to say," Izuku smooths over quickly, shooting a glare the blonde's way. "Maybe it'd be best to lay low for today?"

"But I can't just leave everyone hanging..." you weakly reason. "I can't just let everyone else deal with all of it on my behalf."

"Then...maybe close the cafe for a couple days?" Katsuki suggests with a shrug. You can tell he's trying to act nonchalant with his suggestion, trying to play it off as not being a big deal.

"I can't..." you shake your head, the anxiety suddenly getting to you as your mind is now forced to swim in the possible repercussions of the photo. You let your head fall into your hand, raking your palm down your face and then up through your hair. "I can't afford to close until this all blows over, cause who knows how long that will take! I can't do that to my employees...so many of them need the hours...I need the hours...and my parents—Oh, God—my parents! What if they saw?! What're they going to think?! They still think I'm a fucking virgin and my fucking panties are on the cover of gossip magazines!"

"Hey, hey, hey, shh..." Izuku is quick to jump into action, pulling you into his strong chest and rocking you with him. He pets your hair down and helps you establish a normal breathing pattern again. You're slow to come down from your impending panic attack but he eventually talks you down from the ledge. You don't even realize that you've started crying until rough digits swipe at falling droplets. "It's okay. You'll be okay, bunny. Look, from everything you've told me about your parents, I think they'll understand. Give them a chance, they may surprise you. As for the rest of the world, don't worry about them. We'll fight the whole world if we have to." You wetly chuckle at that.

"Thank you, Zuku," you giggle weakly, the tears still watering down your voice. "That was very sweet...but very cheesy."

"Ha!" The explosive blonde cackles wildly as Izuku feigns hurt. You offer an apologetic peck to Izuku's cheek, and his pout disappears. His arms wrap around your waist and pulls you into his side, burying his head in the crook of your neck and placing a small kiss there. Katsuki watches the both of you lovingly. His large palm cups the side of your face. "You'll be okay today?"

You nod. "I told you not to underestimate me, remember?"

He chuckles, "Yeah, I remember, Darling." He sighs, running a hand down his face and pinching his nose for a moment. When vermillion meets you again, they're studying your features. When it seems that his inner monologue is complete, he nods. "You'll call us if there are any problems?"

"If it's anything I can't handle, I will," you compromise. He snorts out a breathy laugh and shakes his head at you. His hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you in to sweetly press his lips against your temple.

"Sorry this relationship got so serious so quickly," he whispers.

You offer a sweet smile. "I knew what I was getting into. And I don't mind serious." You press your lips to his before pulling back and running a hand through green locks to coax Izuku away from resting in the crook of your neck to press a kiss to his mouth as well.

With one last complacent smile, you untangle yourself from them to get ready for work. A little difficult to do without your clothes there, but Izuku offers to drive you to your apartment before your shift. Despite being in a rush, you eye the front door wearily, realizing that the guy's t-shirt over last night's dress just screams "walk of shame." It's not something you want to advertise with the risk of more paparazzi outside of the security of the heroes' house.

When you make it back to your apartment, Izuku walks you up, careful to keep an eye out for anyone with a camera. You invite him in as you get ready, and his eyes never leave you.

You're a bit nervous at the fact that he is in your apartment for the first time, but that was the least of your worries at the moment. It also didn't seem to matter, considering his eyes were trained on one thing.

"You look really good in my shirt, by the way," he says as he leans against the doorframe.

"I'm practically swimming in this," you giggle. You pull on the fabric as you look down at the kanji spelling 't-shirt'. The man strolls over to you, towering above your shorter frame. His hands settle on your sides, bunching the fabric between his fingers. His forehead presses to yours, his nose bumping into yours gently.

"Still looks good though," he whispers. "I like you in my clothes."

"Yeah?" you breathe out, lips brushing his.

"Mhmm," he hums, mouth pressing softly to yours. His fingers skim underneath the shirt, dragging his hands up your sides. "But I like you better without any clothes." He pulls the shirt over your head and his fingers pinch the zipper at the back of last night's dress, tugging the article open.

"Again, cheesy line," you giggle, watching his eyes roll playfully. "But I like that idea. Continue." He chuckles as his digits deftly work to remove the rest of the fabric that separates the two of you. Your fingers trail beneath his own clothing, inching over his skin. He slips your straps off your shoulders as you untie the string of his sweats. You take his hand and lead him to the bathroom.

"Where we going, Bunny?"

"I still need to get ready for work so we're multitasking," you answer. The two of you make your way into the shower, colliding the moment your feet hit the cool tiled floor. Your hands fumble for the shower handle as Izuku’s lips capture yours in a heated kiss. The water welcomes the two of you in a warm spray. You gasp as your back hits the cool shower wall and Izuku takes full advantage of this, his tongue slipping between your lips to tease at yours. A whine escapes your throat as his scarred, muscular arms cage you between his hard body and the ceramic tiles lining the shower wall. It's almost as if he's holding himself back as he removes his hands from your body and claws at the wall instead. Your earlier declaration about being underestimated rings in your head as you can't help but feel like he is treating you too delicately. A lot has happened in the last 24 hours. What better way to quiet those voices than a good, hard fuck?

Your hands wrap around his wrists, pulling his hands back onto your waist and clasping your smaller fingers over his dwarfing digits, making sure they squeeze and knead into your skin. "Not gonna break, Zuku," you mutter against his lips. "Stop treating me like I will." Something snaps in him then. Those hands you guided to your body now force you to turn around, one tangling into your hair and pressing your face against the cold surface your spine previously pressed into, while the other one grips at your hip, arching your back prettily.

"Noted," he grunts, groaning as he greedily takes in the view before him. His palm slides from your hip to squeeze at the flesh of your ass before coming back to smack at the fat globes just to watch the muscles ripple. He bites his lip when he notices the new addition of coloring his hand has left on your skin, beautifully accompanying those from the previous evening. "If you want me to stop, please tell me now."

You shake your head fervently. "Don't you dare. Please, Zuku. I need you."

He chuckles then, thriving off the desperation in your voice as his fingers prod between your legs. He's quick to find your bundle of nerves, circling the button with his thumb as his index glides over your slit with a barely-there touch. As the first fingertip breaches your entrance, your forehead falls onto the wall, letting the cool surface ease your furious flush. You let it all flood from your mind—the tabloids, the cafe, your friends and family—as you let this gorgeous greenette take away your worries with his intoxicating touch. His fingers make quick work of stretching you out, the digits scissoring you open. It isn't long before his crooked fingers are replaced by a thick cock kissing your cunt. He gingerly slides himself in, granting you a moment to adjust, but that's the only gentle moment the two of your share.

His hips are quick to pistol into yours, setting a brutal pace that has your screams echoing off the tiled walls. Your moans and whines accompany the crack of skin slapping. But the best sound is of Izuku's pretty pants and groans.

You can feel his breath against your neck, his words being whispered into your skin. "So good, such a good girl," he murmurs. "Ngh—so lucky. You're amazing!"

"Izu—oooh!" you try, but the words get caught in your throat and replaced by wanton moans while his cock pummels its way inside of you.

"Best girl we could've asked for," he whines in your ear. "So fucking lucky!" A scarred hand sneaks down and bullies your button rapidly. "C'mon, bunny, please cum. Cum on my cock, pretty bunny! Need it, need you so bad! Need to feel you squeezing down on me, babygirl. Fuck! Ahh~!" Your nails scratch the ceramic wall for purchase but find nothing stabilizing as your thighs tremble. You nearly fall forward, your knees buckling from the quick and intense pleasure. Izuku catches you before you fall, an arm wrapping around your waist as he continues to piston in and out of your creamy cunt. "Fuck yes!" he hisses through gritted teeth. He holds you flush to him as he empties into your sensitive pussy, riding it out before bringing the both of you slowly down from your high. You breathe heavily, attempting to catch your breath in the steamy bathroom. All the while, Izuku peppers your neck and shoulders with delicate pecks, holding you up as your legs continue to twitch and spasm. You can’t help but let out a breathless chuckle, Izuku quick to follow. You look over your shoulder at him, sweetly kissing the tip of his nose that nuzzles into your shoulder. Izuku is gentle as he rights you back onto your feet. Your legs tremble, but it settles a bit in use. Even still, he keeps hold of you, helping you remain standing.

Izuku keeps a cautious arm around your middle as he helps you clean up. You find that you like being taken care of by the freckled hero as much as you love being manhandled by him. He gently runs your loofah over your skin, covering you in a sweet, vanilla lather. His touch is soft, and maybe a bit teasing, as he washes away the evidence of your quickie between your legs.

"Mmm," you sigh softly. "Don’t start, Izuku. I don’t think I have time for another round." You feel the rumble of humor in his chest before he removes his playful fingers. A quick peck is pressed into your temple before he goes about the rest of the shower. You make sure to return the favor though, gliding soapy hands over rippled muscles and a bubbled ass. He growls when you give extra attention to his hardening staff and tightening balls.

"Tease," he grumbles, nipping at the tip of your nose as you laugh.

"Takes one to know one," you sing-song, sending him a sly wink before you relent and continue the shower as normal. When the water shuts off, Izuku wraps you in your towel, making sure you’re nice and warm in the fluffy material before drying himself off. You don’t stay to wait though, worried that if you watch the water drip down his abs to the deep v-line leading to the outline of his cock in that pathetic excuse for a towel…well, if that happened, you’d never make it to work.

You nearly race to the bedroom, pulling out your clothes and slathering on lotion before the gorgeous greenette can get any ideas. You’ve barely slipped into your underwear before scarred arms are wrapping around your middle, pulling you into a perfectly sculpted figure. He breathes in the scent of your moisturizer, holding you delicately and tracing your skin with his fingertips. He thumbs at the hem of your panties, pressing himself between your asscheeks, and peppering open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. You lean back into him, allowing yourself to be enveloped in his embrace. His pinky dances beneath the fabric and he pulls it back with a snap, offering a loaded, "These look so good on you, bunny," that rumbles in his chest before he pulls away and presses a firm peck to your cheek, removing himself entirely to let you change your clothes.

Your head swims in the rush of the flush filling your face. "Tease," you grumble, pouting as he laughs.

"Takes one to know one, right?" He winks. You roll your eyes throw him an oversized nightshirt. Of yours for him to wear. It fits him unfairly snugly and he pulls on his sweats, foregoing the boxers he came in. You change your clothes quickly, throwing on dark pants and deciding to pull Izuku's t-shirt over your head once again and tying the back so it's no longer falling past your knees and simply looks like a cute, oversized style.

Izuku groans as his eyes roam over you in his shirt ready to walk out of the house as if boldly branding yourself as their’s now. "You sure I can't tempt you into staying home for the day? I promise I can make it worth your while." You shake your head and chuckle, pecking his lips. He groans again, "I know."

"I can’t hide," you sigh, hoping to convey your thoughts and feelings with the gravity of your tone.

"I know." As you pull away to grab your belongings for work, Izuku’s crooked fingers clasp over your hand. "Hey," he breaths, an air of sincerity falling between you both. "I hope you know that last night meant something to us. We...never knew that we wanted something more in our relationship until we met you. And last night was, we hope, the first of many. It's something we've talked about for a while now. But...I'm sorry we didn't do a better job of explaining that. We want you, all of you, and I never want you to think that it meant anything less to us." He pauses, making sure you’re grasping the weight of his words. You nod understandingly and he continues. "And what's happening now, with the press and that whole shit show, it means something to us as well. I know that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but please just give a call if you need either of us. Or if you just want to talk and see each other that's great too! I just don't want you to be stressed about this or what it means. I hope that we have made our intentions perfectly clear, but that doesn't mean we have to go at that pace, or whatever pace the media or public is trying to force us into. I just-I just want us to go whatever timeline that is best for us, regardless of anyone else. Bottom line is that we want to be with you. We want to take you out and spoil you and protect you but only in the ways you're comfortable with. And if you need us at all, please call. Kacchan would just love to yell at some Karens for you, if you'd like."

Despite the chuckle that bubbles in your throat at the image of Katsuki screaming at snotty busy-bodies with bad haircuts, your eyes get misty at the sentiment of Izuku's words. His gaze softens on you, and he pulls you in to press a gentle, comforting kiss to your forehead.

You should have stayed home. Or better yet, you should have stayed at Izuku and Katsuki’s home, wrapped up in their expensive, pro-hero-worthy sheets, and pro-hero-built bodies. You should have…but you didn’t. Instead, you stare at the never ending sea of fake fans and obsessed fans alike, all of them with phones out and vulture-like claws ready. You wonder how they managed to find your name and workplace so quickly, but that’s the internet detectives at work, you suppose. Luckily, none of them have noticed your entrance through the back door yet, but Sukki does.

She wordlessly excuses herself from the teenage girl shoving her phone in Sukki’s face and her questions down her ear canals. The aggressively inquisitive teen hadn’t even been ordering or planning to order from the looks of it so there was no love lost for that one. She enters the employees only section, frazzled and sweating. You prepare yourself for something resembling anger and frustration, but all she does is wrap you in a tight hug. Despite the chaos encroaching on your once peaceful workplace, you allow yourself to melt into the embrace, letting the warm contact soften the tension blooming in your body and mind. However, when she pulls away, you see the anger you were expecting, though you’re not sure who it’s directed at.

"What are you doing here?!" She asks, the strain in her voice heartbreaking to hear. "Go home! You need to let things die down and stay away from here."

"I can’t just let you guys take the brunt of all of this," you whimper. "This is my mistake."

"It is not!" Sukki scoffs. "Whatever happened with you and those heroes is your business and your business alone. And that shit-stain with the camera is going to know just how big a mistake they made once I get a hold of them." The growl in her voice makes you huff out a watery chuckle at the way it reminds you of a certain blond’s temper. You sniffle and wipe at your ruddy cheeks before straightening your spine.

"Thank you, Sukki," you breathe. Your eyes flit back to the door, looking out through the window at the horde awaiting your arrival. You’re spotted then. You can’t even understand why you’re such an over night celebrity. Do these people really think that they will gain anything from this experience? Interacting with you is not the same as interacting with your boyfriends. Unless they think that you’re the gateway to knowing them. That’s so ridiculous though. You watch as your coworkers have to back away from the counter when someone tries to push their way forward just to catch a glimpse of you. "And you’re right. My personal life is my own, so let’s just end this now."

You leave the sanctuary of the employees only area and face the beast. All eyes turn to you and you falter for only a moment before you straighten your spine, knowing that if you back down now then you’ll never slay this monster. Ignoring the painful shrill of squeals, you take a deep, calming breath through your nose, picturing the viridian and vermillion irises that await you at the end of the day. You look at your coworkers, seeing the mix of pity and relief on their features, and you’re filled with a new determination, wanting to fulfill your reason for coming into the cafe. Another breath fills your lungs. "Welcome to Bibliophile Brew Cafe," you project to the crowd, hoping that your words don’t fall on completely deaf ears. "I’d like to start by reminding everyone that we reserve the right to refuse service. I will not tolerate disrespect to my employees or myself. We also do not consent to be photographed, and any person who posts or shares our images without our permission will be faced with legal action. Now, if you are here to place an order, we are happy to serve you. If not, please make your exit now. And we do apologize, but our dining area will be temporarily closed, and all orders will be to go. Thank you for your patience." The girl who had been yelling at speaking with Sukki wrinkles her nose but doesn’t put down her phone. Your hand comes up and blocks out your face from being captured by the camera as you look the teenager dead in the eyes. "If you are not here to make an order, leave. Either way, put your camera up, or you will be permanently banned as well." Your voice leaves no room for question, so the girl dressed in a too tight, homemade looking BakuDeku shirt huff, turning and leaving. The rest of the crowd seems to understand how serious you were being. Some put away their recording devices, few leave, many stay. You know now that you’ll have to make many empty threats for your new rule set to be implemented, but that is not the priority. You drown out the noise of the crowd, turning instead to your employees. "How’re we doing?" Your coworkers look worse for wear; each of them with messy hair and sweat-soaked uniforms. Despite that, they each look relieved.

"Oh, y’know," Kaoru starts, deadpanned sarcasm dripping into your nineteen-year-old coworker’s voice. "Like, holy shit." Aiko, the newest to your work family looks close to tears as she rushes you in a hug.

"Oh, hey," you coo, trying your best to be comforting as you pat her back. "You all have been through food service hell this morning. I understand completely if you want to leave now."

"And leave you with this-this…mob?!" Aiko guffaws.

"Oh, hell, no," Kaoru declares. "We’re not leaving you alone."

"Just tell us what to do, boss," Kim says, the quiet man asks. The eyes of your coworkers look to you intently, all waiting curiously for your game-plan. Sukki gives you a nod and you offer all of them a soft smile.

"Sukki, please help me with the orders. Aiko, go type up the conditions I just said and print signs to be taped up. Also, print a sign that says we’ll be closing early. Kim, you’re on register with Kaoru. Let’s just get through the next few hours before we cut these vampires off and then I’ll treat you all. Okay?" You receive collective agreement before jumping into action.

It was the shift from hell, but you all made it. You dodged every question and had to ask several people to leave, but you did everything you could to keep the day going and to take care of your coworkers. Another way you were doing that was by bringing them to the Karaoke bar, renting out a private room for the lot of you to finally relax without the risk of more fangirls and pervs bothering any of you. As Aiko and Kim belt out an off key j-pop song, you rest your head on Sukki’s shoulders, silently praying that the cafe patrons took your legal bluff seriously because you have no idea if you could take legal action against anyone that might have taken your picture. An elbow jabs at your side and you look up to Sukki’s soft gaze.

"Cut it out," she demands gently.

"Cut what out?"

"Cut the overthinking out," she says. "There isn’t a guidebook for dealing with shit like this but you did it. You were amazing at it! You led, you were a boss, you should be proud of that."

You pout in thought, knowing that she’s right but not knowing how you could convince yourself of that. "Then how come I don’t feel like I did well?"

"Have you had time to process it all?" Her question stirs something inside your gut, knowing the answer is no, you haven’t had time to process. Not have you had time to grieve the loss of your privacy, your anonymity, or your dignity. A single photo took it all away from you, and you’re not sure if your scary new relationship is worth all of that. Then you’re terrified of the new wave of doubts crashing through your mind. But you don’t feel like you can say that, not even to your best friend.

So instead, you say, "No, I guess I haven’t."

"Then maybe that’s why you aren’t recognizing your own success today," she shrugs. "Or maybe it’s cause you’re the only one of us not drinking. Seriously, you deserve a buzz more than anyone and I wanna hear your drunk version of Polaris." You snort at the suggestion.

"Don’t wanna risk another scandal," you dramatize, or at least you hope it’s an exaggeration. You’ve never been one to drink as you had come to learn that you are a lightweight, but now, you’re afraid that a few glasses would have some majorly negative consequences. Your coworkers pout and chorus with ‘aww’s and ‘boo’s. They don’t take your rejection lying down though and instead flank your sides, dragging you to the mic by your wrists. A shot glass is shoved into your palm, a medley of cheers and pleas directed your way. You sigh, a nag thought ringing in the back of your mind as you remember that you brought your employees here to help them relax after such a rough day. You better lead by example. At their persuasions you finally give in, you throw back the burning alcohol before taking the mic between your hands, deciding that the best revenge would be to give them the insult on their eardrums that they were begging for.

The alcohol you were supplied with gave you an immediate buzz of false confidence and you sang three more songs. The night went by too quickly as you finally let the pressures of the day melt from your tense muscles. You all went your separate ways, Sukki’s arm slung over your shoulder and your arm wrapped around her waist as the rest of your friends sang their way down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. You were both holding the other up, swaying as you head towards the bus stop, giggling at nothing and also everything, each of you finding the most minuscule of your journey’s details to be hilarious. You plopped down on bench beside Sukki, the both of you leaning into one another. Her giggles are slow to subside, but once they do, her gentle smile stays as she watches you.

"I missed this," she beams, features soft and lips stretching with her growing grin.

"Missed what?" You question tipsily. "Miss guilt karaoke after a shit-show of a day?"

Sukki snorts and rolls her eyes at you. "No, I miss you. Your laugh. Your smile."

"What are you talking about?" You tilt your head curiously. "I smile all the time."

"No, I mean the real, genuine thing," she says, her eyes locking in on your own. "The smiling-cause-you’re-happy-not-cause-you-have-to-for-customers thing. The smiling-without-being-have-asleep-cause-you-were-up-all-night-working-on-a-paper thing. Like the real thing. I missed it. You haven’t done that in a while."

"Oh," you think back to the months that your parents have been away, the months since you’ve taken on their entire livelihood alongside your schooling. You have been stressed. The pressure of taking on that much responsibility had been weighing on you for far too long and it had affected you far more deeply than you had realized.

"I guess you really did need to get laid." And just like that, the somber air clouding your thoughts had been lifted. You’d like to blame it on Sukki’s comedic effect, though you know that it was mostly your tipsy mind that supplied the giggles.

Soon a car pulled up to the bus stop and Sukki’s phone dinged with its arrival. "Ahh, Uber is here." She hops up, looping her arm through her purse and turning towards you. "I already called you a car. You wait here and you text me when you get home, alright?"

"Yes, mom," you giggle. She gives you her best impression of a stern mother before her face breaks out in a grin. Her arms wrap around your shoulders, embracing you tightly, and you sink into the comfort of it all. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Well, you take care of everything else, so it’s my job to take care of you," she mutters into your hair. A sleek black car pulls up behind the awaiting Uber driver. "Besides, I have helpers now." You chuckle at that, the image of vermillion and viridian flashing behind your eyes. You give her a tight squeeze before letting her go to her ride. She waves to you from the car as they drive off, the space they left behind being replaced by a sleek sports car seconds later. You admire the vehicle for a moment before the window rolls down and you’re left to admire something else. A grin breaks out onto your face when your eyes land on the carmine eyes and spiky blonde tuffs sticking out in all directions from his head. The explosion hero parks the car in front of you, getting out of the driver’s seat to stop in front of you. Whatever worries you had about your relationship earlier, whatever doubts you may have had, seem to fade away as he gives you his signature smirk and offers you a calloused palm. You gladly take it, letting him coax you to your feet and into his strong arms.

His lips press into your crown, and you feel his breath over your scalp as whispers, "You okay?" You’re grateful for the softness, never really expecting it from Katsuki, but always pleasantly surprised when experience that side of him. You’re especially thankful for his gentleness after what you saw from him this morning, the sight of his panic did nothing to quell the anxiety over the situation. While you know that your day was rough, but you’re sure that his and Izuku’s was just as difficult. But that didn’t matter now; not while you were surrounded by him, his caramel scent invading your senses and weighing warmly in your chest.

So, you nod, offering a hum of, "Mhmm."

His chest moves beneath your head as he breathes out. "Let me take you home?"

You’re not sure whether he was referring to your apartment or not, but you don’t risk leaving it up to interpretation. "Your place?" And the wolffish grin tells you that he was hoping you would say that.

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Bibliophile Brew Vol. III

Summary: When managing your parent's book cafe while they're away, you meet Wonder Duo Dynamight and Deku.

Warnings: NSFW. Minors DNI. Fluff, aged-up characters, language, smut, lots of smut, this is just pure smut, threesome(mmf), fingering, oral (f and m receiving), petnames (darling, babygirl, bunny, princess, sweetheart, slut), slight praise, slight degradation, spit-roasting, face fucking, throat bulge, stomach bulge, panty stealing, overstimulation, slight choking, cockwarming. Lmk if I forgot anything! And please enjoy!

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A part of you felt bad for throwing away all of the thought and effort it took the boys to get such a last-minute reservation to an elite venue such as Nonpareil…but you can’t currently bring yourself to care as you have the number two hero sticking his tongue down your throat while the number one hero works at your dress’ zipper in the back of their chauffeured car. Yeah…life seems pretty good right now, especially as you feel the peppering of kisses down your neck and a thick hand sliding between your legs, the scarred palm smoothing over the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your clothed sex. It causes you to shiver and the blonde nipping at your kiss-swollen lips chuckles at the feeling of your trembling body pressed between his and Pro hero Deku’s.

"How-how private is this backseat?" you ask softly, nodding towards the partition as you strain to hold yourself back.

"Soundproof," is the simple answer Izuku gives, but it's enough for you to give an understanding nod before you finally release the deep whine you've been holding onto for so long once Katsuki's lips find that sweet spot behind your ear.

"Mmm, we’ve barely touched you and you’re already such a mess?" He snickers. "We better be careful with her, Izuku." You can’t help the pout that takes over your bottom lip or the crease that dents your brow.

"No, you don’t," you protest, and it’s the most eloquent sentence you’ve managed the entire car ride. The way Katsuki’s brows shoot up makes you feel a bit indignant then. You feel the vibration of a laugh against your skin more than you actually hear it as Izuku brushes his lips up your neck.

"No?" Izuku asks as he presses a wet peck behind your ear, his teeth grazing the cartilage teasingly. "Think you can keep up, princess?"

"Isn’t it unwise to underestimate others?" Bakugo barks out a laugh at that as Midoriya groans behind you.

"Yeah, Deku, you should know better," he snorts. You feel a bit smug until you feel that idle digit on your thigh brought to life, kissing the edge of your panties. Now, you aren’t feeling so superior. But you still refuse to back down from the challenge as determination has been lit in your core, along with something else as those dangerous fingers skim past the fabric barrier. Reaching your smaller hand down, you grasp his wrist, guiding him closer to your waiting pussy.

"Trust me," Izuku groans in your ear as you put on a show for the two men by arching your back into the greenette behind you and making sure to look into carmine eyes with a sultry half-lidded stare. "I won’t be making the same mistake again."

"Be sure you don't," you say as your fingers thread through blonde spikes, tugging the hero into a messy kiss. A pair of scarred hands pry your thighs apart, the cold air tickling your wet entrance. You let out a muffled moan the moment his digit circles your bundle of nerves. It isn't long before Katsuki drags your panties down your legs, his hand soon joining Izuku's in stroking his fingertips through your weeping slit, teasing your entrance. Your grip tightens in the golden locks, tugging Katsuki away for a moment as you crawl onto his lap, your hips coming down to slightly grind your bare cunt on his clothed hardness. A strong pair of hands glide over your ass, squeezing the globes before Katsuki rolls your skirt up further past your hips. Your hand cups the greenette's neck and guides him to your lips as Katsuki's palms skim your freshly uncovered skin. A jagged hand cups your jaw, a surprising juxtaposition to the sloppy kisses you had been sharing before. He coaxes your lips apart, but he doesn't stray far from you, his lips brushing yours as he speaks.

"You want this?" he breathes over your lips, the whisper dancing over your skin and down your spine. Your fingertips graze his jaw, gently cupping his face and making sure his eyes are on yours.

"Yes," you sigh. "I want this." You place a soft peck against his pillowy lips before doing the same to Katsuki's. "I want both of you." And it's all the confirmation needed as Izuku dives into your mouth again, Katuski's lips trail down your throat, over your collarbones, and over your shoulder as he pulls down the sleeve of your dress. The car comes to a stop too soon in front of a house, its privacy preserved by a gate and its distance from any other building. The moment the car comes to a full stop, Izuku wastes no time in opening the door and jumping out. He turns back to you, offering a gentlemanly hand to you. Your eyes look nervously at the partition again, you turn in the seat and look up at Katsuki with a sheepish expression.

"Umm, my panties?" you ask. Katsuki chuckles, reaching down and picking up the flimsy fabric from the floor. He dangles them in front of you before enclosing them in his fist as you try to snatch them up. He smirks at you and your pretty pout, leans in, and presses a barely-there kiss to your cheek.

"Mine now, babygirl," he murmurs against your skin. His palm smooths down your skirt over your thighs. "But why getting so shy on us again? Fucking loved that confidence in you before, princess. We're yours now. Use us. Let us spoil the fuck outta ya. No need to be shy." The softness of his tone betrays the suddenness of his next actions as he scoops you up and passes you over to Izuku who is quick to throw you over his shoulder.

You squeal out a giggle as he does so, your laughter infectious as he joins in. Bakugo chuckles as he follows the both of you at a more leisurely pace, twirling your abandoned panties around on his index. Izuku fumbles a bit with the keys but afterward, it doesn’t take him long to kick open his front door, making a mad dash toward the master bedroom. The moment you enter the room you’re dropped onto the heavenly mattress, staring up at the walking sex symbol you previously viewed as a wholesome green bean. But nothing about the way he looks at you in this moment says wholesome. His crooked hands make quick work of the buttons on his shirt, welcoming you to the view of his exposed scarred skin. Your eyes follow the movement, visually tracing his hands down as they travels towards his belt. He takes this moment to slow down, and you can’t for the love of All Might figure out why that is. You only assume it’s to torture you. Because it truly is torture to watch the man unhurriedly unbuckle the strap of leather locking you out of such a magnificent view. It's almost like time is in slow motion, and you let your impatience be known with a whine that bubbles from your throat. And he meanly laughs at you. His hands leave the work on his belt and you pout at that. His hand instead comes up to cup your chin, drawing your eyes back to his. He leans in and nibbles at your protruding bottom lip until you can't help but giggle. He gently kisses you, his other hand taking yours and guiding it to the half-undone belt. His grip doesn't leave you, however, only holding your hand in place.

He pulls away only a breath apart, looking into your eyes, whispering, "We can take our time, darling." His voice is husky, dripping in utter sex appeal and falling over you like silk. "We have all night. But don't worry, me and Kacchan will take good care of you, sweetness." The promise makes your digits twitch in his hold, your fingertips pressing into the smooth metal of the belt buckle. You barely offer a nod before Izuku straightens his back, offering to let you finish what he started. Your gaze falls onto the accessory in front of your face before looking up at him through your lashes once again. You sit up more, tangling your hands in the curls at the back of his neck and drawing him back into a slow kiss. His huge, jagged hands come up and cup your cheeks, pillowy lips moving languidly against your own. Izuku is right, the three of you have all the time in the world.

Your lips barely leave his skin as you make your way across his cheek, down his neck, trailing over the raised, white skin of the scars on his shoulders, chest, abs, until you make it to that protruding V-line. Your hands languidly unloop the final fastening of the belt. The sound of the accessory falling to the ground rings in your ears and the gentle zip of you opening his pants plants goosebumps over your flesh. You're finding it increasingly harder to believe that this is really happening. The sudden introduction of another warm body tilting the mattress behind you doesn't help convince you that this situation isn't just a fantasy. However, the sensation of quirk-heated hands gripping your hips from behind and the feeling of hot kisses being pressed into your neck is very persuasive.

Your chest heaves as those kisses move up your skin and your hands finally pull away the restricting fabric of Izuku's pants and—oh. No underwear. You glance at Izuku only to find a Bakugo-esque smirk gracing his features. For some reason, that wolfish expression makes your cheeks heat up more than the recent wardrobe discovery. You feel like you're being teased with the look alone.

Speaking of teasing, those hot hands resting on your hips spread out to your thighs, softly scraping back up your skin and hooking his fingers beneath the hem of your dress. He slowly extracts the fabric from your frame, his palms dragging over every inch of you in doing so. The clothing is pulled over your head leaving you in your pretty underwear in front of the two men. You hear them both take in a breath, both still as their eyes traverse over your newly bare body. a flat palm smoothes over your stomach and between the valley of your breasts before gently grasping your throat, pulling you back against the blonde's hard body. His lips are more urgent now, fervently pressing wet, open-mouth smooches into your skin while his other hand coaxs your thighs apart. Simultaneously, Izuku sinks into the mattress, resting on his stomach as your knee part before him. He leaves little nips and pecks along your smooth legs, creating a cacophony of new sensations as he works in tandem with Katsuki’s wandering digits.

When Katsuki steadily rolls his hips into you from behind, Izuku drags your legs over his shoulders. When Katsuki’s grip tightens his hold on your throat, Izuku tugs your panties from your soaking heat, exposing you to the cool air and sending a shiver down your spine. When Katsuki thumbs over your perky nipples through the lacy fabric of your lingerie, Izuku’s fingertips kiss your sensitive clit. It’s one sensation after the other, giving you no reprieve in the onslaught of new stimulations. And they’re so slow in their movements, each caress, each kiss, each whisper of touch torture to your ready and waiting body. You rest your head back against the blonde hero's shoulder your eyes fluttering close and a gasp escaping your lips at the first swipe of Izuku's tongue over your slit.

"He's so good with his tongue, right?" You absently nod before your spine arches at the swirl of his tongue against your entrance. "So sensitive," Katsuki chuckles, his other hand leaving your throat to unclasp your bra. He cups both of your breasts, rolling your nipples harshly and eliciting a whine from you. "How long has it been since someone last touched you, darling?"

"Umm..."

You could feel the rumble of laughter between your legs, the vibrations causing you to whimper and your legs to shake. "If you have to think about it, it's been too long, bunny," Izuku says softly, immediately going back to making a meal out of your pussy. Your fingers tangle into those wild green curls and twist into the loose fabric of the open button-up still hanging over his shoulders.

"Don't worry, we'll take really good care of you," the blonde hero utters against your ear, his hips rutting up into your backside. You can feel the shape of his dick trapped in the confines of his pants. You wonder for a moment if he went commando for tonight too. Your fingers reluctantly unfurl from the greenette's shirt to reach behind yourself and find out. You can't help the tinge of disappointment you feel once you slip your hand into the front of his trousers to find that yes, he did put on boxers. Your dismay must show on your face because his pleased groan is interrupted by mild laughter and he turns your face towards his to nip at your pouted bottom lip. The two of you pant and moan against one another as you then sneak your hand behind your back and beneath his briefs, wrapping your shaking digits around his girth. You take note of the fact that your fingertips don't touch as you glide your palm over his hardness. "Fuck, such a good girl," he groans.

The next moment you're lying on your back. Izuku keeps eating you out like a man starved while Katsuki stands to strip—finally. Your view is upside down as you crane your head back to watch the man peel his shirt off and you nearly drool while he rolls his bottoms down his thick thighs, his dick springing out and popping his abdomen before bobbing in front of your overturned face. He gives himself a few languid strokes before lining up with your kiss-swollen lips. His ruddy cockhead spreads his precum over your mouth. "Ready, babygirl?"

You emphatically nod, parting your lips and sticking out your tongue presenting for him. It's all the confirmation he needs as he slips into your warm, wet cavern. Your lips stretch around him as he slowly feeds every inch of his cock to you. You take a deep breath in through your nose and try to relax your jaw. "Fuck," he groans, taking a lengthy inhale through his nostrils. "Such a good slut. Your mouth feels fucking amazing, sweetheart." You twitch harshly when Izuku laughs against your sopping heat before pulling away and easing two digits into you, resting his chin on his hand while looking up at the two of you.

"She must be the perfect little slut for us," Izuku addresses Katsuki but pinches your clit and adds another finger in acknowledgment. "You're never so quick to praise, Kacchan."

"F-Fuck you," the blonde bites back, voice shaking and muscles spasming over you as your cheeks hollow while sucking the life out of him, your tongue moving over the hardness in your mouth. "Fuuuck yes, darling. Fucking perfect. Shit, Deku, she is fucking—ahh—fucking perfect."

"That right?" The greenette teasingly asks. He pulls himself up on his knees, scissors his fingers before pulling them out, and lines himself up with your entrance. "Let's see how this pussy feels then, yeah? Sound good, bunny?" In lieu of a verbal answer, you desperately grip his forearm, tugging him toward you. He leans over you, gripping your waist as he gradually presses into you. Your back bows the moment he pops past the initial resistance. He runs his thumb sweetly over your side, holding still to let you adjust. With the thick cock in your mouth you can't tell Izuku what you need and instead gently drag your nails along his inner forearm, silently begging him to move. He got the message, pulling his hips back slowly before snapping them into you once again. The motion pushes you up the bed, forcing you to take in more of Katsuki and sputter a bit. But it also offers a new discovery. Bakugo practically salivates at the image of his cock bulging in your throat. He thrusts his hips experimentally, watching the bulge move along with him. His hand comes up to cup your throat, gently pushing down to feel his dick through the layers of muscle and flesh that separate him. "Fuck."

Izuku notices too, a rakish grin taking up his features and his hips pistoning faster in and out of your body just to watch the way you bob on their cocks from his force alone. A strong, scarred arm curls around your waist, lifting your lower half and bending your back. At this angle, Izuku can feel his own cock when he presses his palm into your lower abdomen. He lets out a huff of amusement, experimentally pushing himself in further just to feel his cockhead poking his palm through your stomach. The new angle and the pressure on your lower belly tickle a new spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut. your nails dig slightly into Izuku's arms, leaving trails of raised, red lines of scratch marks on his skin. Katsuki's grip on your throat tightens just a bit more as he pistons his cock into your throat, the lack of air that comes from this being exactly what you need to finally push you over the edge and you gush around the thick girth. Your throat trembles with the moan that ripples through you, the vibrations pull Katsuki into that high along with you, filling your tummy with his hot release. He heaves above you before slowly pulling out his softening cock from your throat. Your jaw aches as he frees himself from your mouth. In doing so, he releases your previously contained moans and you let out a long, loud stream of pleasured sounds as Izuku keeps pounding into you. A breathless chuckle escapes his lips and his rough fingers come up to gently caress your sore jaw. He descends and softly presses an upside kiss into your lips before peppering your face with them. You're surprised that a giggle manages to break through your whines and whimpers as he does so.

"Kacchan," Izuku huffs, his hips still jackhammering into yours. "Fuck, Kacchan, she feels so good. You—ngh—you need to feel how tight she is. Ahh~"

"Next time," Katsuki answers dazedly, delicately running a thumb over your cheekbone and offering you an adoring glance. Hmm, next time. You smile softly at that.

You feel the buzz of electricity in the room. Looking down towards Izuku, you notice the sparks of green tendrils dancing over his limbs and torso as he loses himself to the feeling of plunging in and out of your tight, wet heat. Katsuki's hand sneaks down and circles over your clit, bringing you to another release along with Izuku. The greenetteleans over you, gripping onto Katuski's forearm and holding himself up on his elbow. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck, nipping and pecking your throat. You feel those coils of energy tickle against your skin as well.

"Such a good girl, bunny," Izuku groans against your skin. "Good fucking girl." If it were even possible, he snaps his hips faster. You both are right there at the edge...almost—Katsuki's fingers tangle into green curls and an open, panting mouth is pushed sloppily into yours, a forced, makeshift kiss, as it were. The blonde's digits circling your clit pinch your bundle of nerves and everything comes crashing down. You see white as you arch into the hard body pressed into you, feeling how Izuku's hips grind into yours as you're filled up.

Everything goes still. The only sound that echoes in the room is wet panting, though you're sure the heroes can hear the way your heartbeat drums against your ribcage. After a few minutes of rest, Izuku leans up, his emerald eyes searching you.

"You okay?" His voice sounds so soft and concerned, a complete 180 from the cocky teasing voice he used before. Your throat still feels raw from the monster that had been penetrating it beforehand so you just nod, offering a reassuring smile. He gives you one of his own before pressing a sweet peck to your temple. You both hiss as Izuku slowly pulls himself from your entrance, a gush of your mixed release pooling from you. Strong hands grasp underneath your arms before pulling you up into a firm chest. The blonde cradles you to him as the greenette makes a beeline to the bathroom, returning shortly with a couple of washcloths. He offers one to Katsuki who wipes your drool and cum coated chin before cleaning off his half-hard member. Izuku swipes the warm, damp cloth between your legs, causing your thighs to shake and you to whine at the oversensitivity. Katsuki chuckles, tucking you closer into his side as Izuku walks out of the room again. Thick, callused fingers grip your chin and then you're drowsily staring up into a set of vermillion irises.

"Words this time, sweetheart," he gruffs. "Are you okay?"

"Ye—" you croak out, voice cracking with the strain. Clearing your throat you try again, uttering a simple, soft, "Yes." He smirks at the obvious damage he's caused, a sense of pride overpowering the sheepish guilt that should be filling him. He presses a sweet peck to your temple, scratching his blunt nails soothingly over your scalp and through your tangled, sweaty hair. Izuku is quick to come back with a few water bottles, a bowl of fruit, and a bag of Mighty's potato chips.

The rest of the night is spent being hand-fed snacks while getting to know the two heroes better—naked of course. Eventually, your eyes water with exhaustion and your yawns get in the way of conversation. You fall asleep on the blonde's scarred chest...being speared on his cock to warm him through the night.

You wake up in the same position, nuzzling into the warm chest beneath your cheek. You blink your blurry eyes and look at the greenette tucked into the blonde's side, one scarred hand curled around Katsuki's bicep and the other lazily draped across your lower back. You slowly try to stretch out your sore muscles without waking the two, though you're sure that the inflating cock in your cunt will mean that they'll be awake soon anyway. You turn your head the other way to at least crack your neck and notice someone has plugged up your phone on the nightstand. Aww. You reach over and grab it because at least you can go through it while letting the boys get their sleep. Only, when you turn your cell on, you're bombarded with a horde of message notifications, most of them seeming to be a link. You click on the messages that Sukki sent, a cacophony of 'Are you okay?' 'Have you seen this?!' 'Where are you??' and so on. You click the link to be assaulted by the headline "Two For One? Mystery Girl Spotted With Dynamight and Deku" along with the image of Izuku carrying you over his shoulder, a carefree grin etched into his features, Katsuki twirling your panties on his finger, and you, smiling widely without an ounce of awareness to the camera capturing this perfectly damning image.

"What the fu—"

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helloooooo i wanted to ask to see if you’ll write a bakudeku x fem!chubby!reader smut, where reader has hip dips and stretch marks and isn’t proud of them. but then deku and katsuki come along and show her what she’s not seeing in herself.

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Convincing

Warnings: NSFW. 18+ only. Minors DNI. Aged-up Characters, threesome (mmf), pre-established poly relationship, angst with happy ending(s—see the double meaning there? *wink wink*), hurt-comfort, horrible self-image, internalized fatphobia, a little self-indulgence writing, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, slight praise kink, slight degradation but in a good way. Please lmk if I missed anything!

This was more of a plot with porn because I wanted to end it on a sweet note that I had, but I’m happy to add a second part with more smut if you want—this honestly ended up being more of a self-healing writing experience featuring my own struggles with my insecurities than I had wanted, and I’m sorry if this isn’t what you were expecting anon, but sometimes that’s just where the writing takes me. I can always add another dirtier part but I hope that you still enjoyed it! Please lmk!

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It was supposed to be a nice surprise for your boys. You were supposed to look so cute and sexy, just for your heroes. But looking in the mirror, you don't feel that way. Your chest is practically spilling out of the pretty black material with orange and green trim, and not in a way you like. You had bought a set for both Izuku and Katsuki with the release of a line of hero lingerie, hoping that the night might turn into something that could take their minds off work after such a stressful week, but looking at the Dynamight set you're sporting, you suddenly don't feel like it. You feel uncomfortable in your skin as you stare at the reflection, thinking about how it looked so much better on the model. And suddenly that thought is ruining the makeup you'd spent so much time perfecting.

You wanted to look and feel so pretty, but now you just look and feel like a mess. You have no idea what was wrong either. You bought the right size with the cutest garter and stocking to go with the sets...and you were so excited for them to arrive! You'd done your hair and makeup, you shaved and moisturized every inch of skin that you could, you put on your favorite perfume (coincidentally Katsuki's favorite too), your favorite lipgloss (coincidentally Izuku's favorite too). You felt good about yourself...until you put on the first set. You hate the way it looks on your body...but maybe it's just the specific set! Maybe it's just that the cut wasn't falling right on your figure. You have a newfound hope as you strip the Dynamight-inspired set and replace it with the green lingerie that matched Deku's hero suit. You even switch out the black stockings for a pair of red ones to match his signature red sneakers.

But again, your smile falls as you face your glass reflection. Your eyes begin to scrutinize every imperfection and you watch the tears roll down your face and smudge your makeup. Your hands gently graze your breasts, trailing down over your stomach, fingers tracing the stretchmarks there before continuing their track over your hips, diving with their dips and flaring out over your thick thighs. Your nose scrunches up and your mouth pouts out as your breathing picks up angrily with your irate sobs, your frustration rolling off of you in waves.

You're so stuck in your head about how upset you feel over your own body that you don't even hear Izuku opening the front door and padding through your apartment. He opens his mouth to call out for you when his pro-hero-level hearing tunes into your small hiccups and whimpers. His bright smile falls immediately, and he resists every urge to activate One For All to speed over to where he could hear your quiet cries. His steps are so soft as he peeks through your bedroom door, seeing you in the cutest lingerie that perfectly shows off the lovely curves he and Kacchan adore so much. And it's designed after his hero suit! But...he can't understand your sobs. Why would you be crying while looking like such a perfect vision?

"Bunny?"

It's like a switch. Your sobs go silent, your shoulders tense, and your arms curl around your torso. But how could you be so cruel to obscure Midoriya from his favorite view?

"Bunny, what's wrong?"

You scoot over to your bed gently, pulling the top blanket over your shoulders. You refuse to show your face with your back towards him. "Hey, honey, I wasn't expecting you to be here so soon." Your voice was broken and shaky, tearing little holes into his heart with each syllable. "I was just...changing."

"Bunny...I-I'm actually a little late..." He watched you freeze before hearing your desperate attempt to lighten the mood with a breathy little laugh.

"Oh, I must have lost track...I'm almost ready. Just finishing up. I'll be out in a minute."

"Bunny..."

You shuffled around in a hurry, busying yourself with getting ready. "Really, I'll just be a moment if you'd like to wait in the living room. Or you could go wash up. I'm sure work was a bit hectic."

"Bunny." His voice was stern and you froze in your frenzy of pretending to be okay. He walked up behind you, slowly, cautiously. He gently placed his hands on your stiff shoulders and urged you to turn around. He maneuvered your body to face him, but you refused to look up into his emerald eyes. His fingers grip gingerly at your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. He's always loved your eyes glistening and the sight of your makeup smudged, but it was always under different, much more passionate and erotic circumstances. But this—the broken and deer-in-headlights look on your face—this he didn't love. "Talk to me, pretty girl."

Something just...breaks inside you and the tears start up again. You feel so vulnerable, so...not pretty, that you don't know how to react other than to push at his hard chest as hot, angry tears roll out of your eyes. He barely budges from his spot though as you attempt to throw him off you. How dare he? How dare he call you pretty when you look like this? When you had mascara streaking down your ruddy cheeks and your skin was spilling over the cursed set strangling your body? How could he look at you so sweetly and so adoringly? His arms enveloped you, pulled you into his chest, and shushed you sweetly. "Bunny, please talk to me. What's wrong?" You shook your head against his chest, a denial on the tip of your tongue. "Don't say it's nothing. It's not nothing." You push away from him again, nearly stumbling back. Before he could utter another word, however, a gruff voice made itself heard.

"What's going on here?" The both of you turn to look at the ruby eyes that bore into you. Your arms instinctively wrap tighter around yourself, hiding away from the second gaze that was roaming over your blanketed body. As the silence grew more potent, Katsuki's trained eyes studied the two of you, a brow twitching at the sight of your tear-streaked face. "You two get into a fight?"

"No, no," Izuku immediately defended, flailing his arms in front of himself as if the motion would swipe away the thoughts in Kacchan's head. "Not fighting...Bunny, however, is keeping something from us."

Us. So alienating. They had a habit of doing this, of teaming up against you when it was for your benefit. You want to say you hate it but, typically, that was a lie. However, tonight was an exception. And you hated how they were so determined to pull back the curtains that kept you hidden and protected from their pity and false flatteries.

"Oh, yeah?" Katuski takes a step closer to you, his heavy combat boots booming across the flooring. "What're you hiding, Teddy Bear?"

Your nose wrinkles, your brows pull together, and your hands push against a solid chest. "Nothing." You turn your head away from the two, your eye catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and your scowl only deepens before you turn your head away, grip tightening on the blanket around you.

"Seriously?" Katsuki tsks. "You gonna fuckin’ lie to me, pretty girl?"

"Can you both just stop that?" You feel the fury rising from your gut. You can't even verbalize what you’re feeling to yourself yet the two men are demanding answers from you about it, teasing you with such a cruel nickname. And you just have to put a stop to it.

"Stop what?" Izuku pleads. "Stop asking what's wrong?"

Katsuki's eyes squint at your figure. He noticed how you bristled when he addressed you moments before. "Or stop calling you 'pretty girl'?" He definitely sees your shoulders stiffen more at that. Bingo. Izuku's eyes go wide at that, noticing the chilliness in the air suddenly. "I'm not gonna stop calling you that, it's the truth."

"Bullshit," you grumble lowly.

"'Scuse me?" Katsuki snaps back. Your head rolls back on your shoulders, a bratty huff releasing in an exhale. Turning around, you finally look the explosive blonde in the eye with your own eyes rimmed red and an impassive expression marring your lovely features.

"You heard me," you slowly utters, your tone eerily calm. "Stop calling me pretty. It's just bullshit." Izuku looks as if you had physically smacked him with your words, his eyes going wide and teary. Katsuki looks like you'd just insulted his mother—well, maybe not his mother—but like you'd just dragged All Might's good name through the mud.

"Oi!" he snaps viciously, his body immediately moving towards you, rough hands grabbing at your face, fire in his eyes. "No one talks about my girl that way! Not even you!" Scoffing, you slap his hands away, though you refuse to back down. Instead you retaliate by getting in his face. You and Katsuki had that bad habit of refusing to back down. Whether you were right or wrong, it didn't matter.

"You cannot seriously tell me that this is pretty!" Dropping the blanket, you turn away from them and back to the mirror, your hands clawing at every imperfection that you had picked apart beforehand, fingers pinching at the bits of cellulite and the stretchmarks that outline your skin. You're so busy marking off your least favorite parts of yourself, your eyes blurring with the frustration spilling out in salty droplets, that you don't notice the looks in their eyes. "Can you honestly tell me that you find this pretty?"

"Yes," Katsuki stresses, his frustration seething into that single word heavily. "How fucking dense are you, bunny?"

With a wrinkle of your nose, you open your mouth to spit back a retort, but it soon dies in your throat at the meek sound of your greenette boyfriend.

"Do you think these are ugly?" Izuku spoke up, voice watery and broken. Your eyes meet him in the mirror as he pulls up his sleeve, showing off the scars sporting the previously mangled and crooked limb. Your wrath ebbed at the inquiry. A hand ran shakily through your hair, an unsteady breath tickling past your lips. You turn towards him, noticing the tears shining in his gemlike irises that you hadn't noticed through the looking glass.

"Izuku..." you breathe out softly. "You know that's not what I meant."

"But how's it different?" He pesters, a scoff rising from his throat as he rips his shirt off. “These marks are apart of me now, and no, I don’t think they’re pretty, but every time I think of you and Kacchan, I remember why I have them. And…every time I look at them I remember when you’ve touched them or kissed them. I look at them now and I don’t remember the pain of getting them. I remember how you made them feel special and beautiful.” He stomped over to you at that, hooking his hands on the backs of your knees and sending you falling against the mattress, your body splayed out just for them. “And now, I’m gonna show you exactly how you made me feel about my scars.” His lips hungrily claim yours, a surprising contrast to how his fingers ghost over the sides of your stocking-covered thighs, and then drag up to your hip dips, then your love handles before localizing his grasp to your waist while his thumbs trace over the stretch marks weaving up your stomach. He barely pulls away from your addictive mouth to breathe against your lips, pulling a shiver from your body. “How’re you so blind? Do you really think that this wouldn’t get to me? To us?” His hips grind into yours, pulling small moans from both of your throats at the slightest friction against his achingly hard dick. “God, look at whatchu do to me, bunny…look at whatchu do to him.” His fingers dig gently into your cheeks to turn your attention to your other boyfriend who strokes himself through his sweats, bottom lip slotting between his teeth. The blonde makes a show of pulling out his hardness from the confines of his sweats, gripping the base and groaning before tugging slowly, as his eyes never leave yours. Despite knowing that cock intimately—its shape, its weight, its velvety drag against your sensitive walls—you still blush whenever you see it and its true size in comparison to his meaty hands. The sight always leaves you to wonder how it ever fits inside you. "See that, bunny?" Katsuki let out a chuckle as you mindlessly nod your head in answer.

"Whatcha gonna do about it, honey?" The blonde asks while slowly stroking the monster between his legs. "You gonna let us show you how pretty you are?" Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, your eyes downcast, and your stomach turns, trying to push down the negative feelings that arise at the word. A rough hand reaches out and grips your chin, turning your eyes to the pair that stare down at you. "Why do you hate being called pretty so much? You're perfect, baby, we want you to believe that."

You can't help the way that your voice comes out in such a soft lilt. "I don't know how to believe that..." And the sound just breaks your boys' hearts.

A scarred hand comes up to tilt your head back, sets of vermillion and viridian eyes gazing into your own. Izuku leans down, his lips brushing over yours while whispering, "Take your time, we'll prove it to you," before he surges forward to capture your mouth in a sweet kiss. He barely pulls away from you to stare into your eyes, silently conveying his pure need for you to understand his words. His lips slowly start to pepper your lips, the corners of your mouth, cheeks, nose, jaw, neck...and then another set of lips was pressing into your temple, traveling down to your nose, making their way back to your lips. Hands are everywhere, gently grazing your breasts, trailing down over your stomach, fingers tracing the stretchmarks there before continuing their track over your hips, diving with their dips and flaring out over your thick thighs. A gentle set of palms rest against your knees for a moment before tearing them apart as a body is slot between them. The finger swiping through your core over the fabric sends a strong shiver up your spine and a moan bubbling in your throat.

Katsuki chuckles while watching your reaction. “Doin' somethin' right, Deku. Our girl is so sensitive.”

“Love how responsive she is,” Izuku groans, nose nudging at your puffy lips through your panties before a tongue shyly pokes out, making your legs twitch. Izuku huffs out a laugh as he pulls your underwear to the side to appreciate your shaved pussy. “Aww, you put in all this effort for us, bunny? You didn’t have to do that. We love how you are always.” Before another bratty response can come out of your mouth, a warm, wet muscle is swirling around your clit tentatively. Yeah, that effectively shuts you up and shuts out those ugly insecurities floating in your mind.

You barely register the mirthful lilt of Katsuki’s laugh as he watches Izuku work. “Gone dumb already, bun? Is that whatchu need, huh? Need us to wipe your mind clean and start from scratch to make you believe that you’re beautiful? Then so be it, honey. I’ve got all the fucking time in the world, baby.” He nearly rivals Izuku’s sinful tongue tracing his and Katsuki’s names in kanji over your clit with those words of his. Every time he opens his mouth in the bedroom is a work of fucking art, and this moment was no different as the men wear you down and pick your body apart in the best way possible. “Oh, you got nothing to say now, bunny? Good. You just shut up, lay back, and let us take care of our gorgeous girl. It’s all about you tonight.”

And they do. In every sense of the word, they take care of you. In the way that Izuku’s mouth slurps up your arousal and teases your entrance with a set of crooked fingers, in the way that Katsuki spills pure filth and praise from his lips while he strokes his cock in front of your face, showing and telling you all the ways that you make his body crave yours, in the way that Katsuki’s fingers soothingly drag through your sweaty locks as Izuku brings you to your first orgasm, and in the way that Izuku just doesn’t stop worshipping your body or your sweet pussy. Your boys know how to take care of their beautiful girl.

Bibliophile Brew Vol. II

Summary: When managing your parent's book cafe while they're away, you meet Wonder Duo Dynamight and Deku.

Warnings: SFW. No smut yet but suggestive so Minors DNI. Fluff, aged-up characters, educational polyamory discussion for clueless/inexperienced reader (I think those discussions are important and wanted to include it), language. Lmk if I forgot anything!

This one is a little shorter, but I felt like I made y'all wait long enough for another part and just wanted to get something out there. And there is still more to come! But lmk what you think!

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You don't know if you've ever been more nervous than you are right now. You constantly question whether you picked the perfect dress to come off as elegant, the right heels that wouldn't cause you to trip over yourself from the height, or the best lipstick shade to bring out your smile. Your hands shook as you smoothed your hair down, letting out a brisk sigh while staring out the window of the sleek black car that Bakugo sent to pick you up.

When the car rolls to a stop in front of Nonpareil, the elite restaurant catering exclusively to pro-heroes as a sanctuary from paparazzi and fans—a haven established by Midnight as a side business venture—you see your date for the evening waiting for you at the entrance. The blonde stands in a black suit, the black button-up under his jacket is halfway unbuttoned, showing off the star-like scar on his chest. You truly didn't feel worthy of the sight, and all the nerves came flooding back to you.

You feel like you had earlier in the evening, scrambling to make all the right decisions as you had a mini panic attack with Sukki on the phone. You felt like a mess then, and you feel the same way now on the inside. The door opens and a quirk-heated hand is offered to you, vermillion irises staring down at you appreciatively. You place your shaky hand in his sturdy grasp. And suddenly, those nerves dissipate at the sight of the upward corner of his lips, your date caught with a rare smile as his eyes take you in appreciatively.

“So much better than that cafe apron,” he murmurs, and you flush at the tone, looking down at the dress you picked out. And you have to admit that he's right. You do look good. Not that you need his approval, but having this Adonis of a man view you so preciously gives you that inkling of confidence that you need to gracefully slip out of the car, your fingers curling around his. At your full height, you still have to crane your neck to look him dead in the eye. The height difference sends the butterflies in your stomach to flutter, but the way a thick finger comes up to gently brush an eyelash from your cheek is what morphs those butterflies into birds beating against your rib cage. How can such a simple action turn your insides into a chaotic birdcage?

After a few moments of appreciating the shade of each other's eyes, you eventually break apart. He takes your hand and delicately tucks it in the crook of his elbow, leading you into the prestigious restaurant.

That's when your nerves come back, though. You've never seen so many pros in one place, and the sheer power of the beefy bodies buzzing around the room was overwhelming. You wouldn't call yourself a fangirl by any means—you didn't even recognize the number one and two heroes at first—but you could match faces to names mostly. However, you didn't need to know who these heroes were to know their importance and ability to snap you in half if they so choose to. Dynamight could snap you in half if he so chooses to...It makes you feel small, but you can't seem to decide whether that is such a bad thing or not...at least not in Bakugo's presence. At least not with the way his big hand settles on the small of your back, a protective weight to guide you through the unfamiliar setting. You can’t say you dislike that at all.

The further you two walk into the establishment, the more you notice how the crowding of people starts to dwindle. You’re ushered to a set of stairs, leading you to a floor above the bustling and chaotic atmosphere of the bar area. Instead, you’re both in an area that seems designed just for dimly lit booths set with elegant tables and meals. Was that Kmaui Woods? And Mirko? Oh shit, that was definitely heroes number three and fifteen Frostburn and Creati on a double date with rescue hero Uraviti and speed hero Ingenium! Looking around you realize that this floor seems only designated for the top thirty with a particular area on a slightly raised platform in the middle just for the top ten pro-heroes of Japan. Yeah, your nerves are shot at the moment.

Looking at Katsuki, he seems to notice the sudden recognition in your eyes at the setup. His smirk is on full display while continuing to lead you to the center of the room, the tables meant for number one and number two. When you finally manage to reign in your shock and anxiety a bit and pull your eyes away from the blonde hunk of a man escorting you, your eyes land on a certain head of emerald curls sitting at the very table you’re being led to. Izuku sits in the middle of the booth, the dim light of the table lamp glinting in the reflection of the flute brought to his lips. However, to you, the way his eyes flash the same soft light is far more distracting than the glare from the glass. He stares right at you, deeply into your soul before his gaze roams down your figure, and when he pulls his drink away you can see the appreciative smile on his lips. This seemed to be a far cry from the boyishly charming man who came into your cafe the other day. This man seemed incapable of shying away from whatever he wanted. And the way his eyes trailed your every movement screamed that he found exactly what he was craving.

You stop dead in your tracks when feeling the flush crawling up your neck and cheeks. You look up at Katsuki with an air of confusion.

“What’s going on?” Even your voice sounds so small to you while you look up at the behemoth blonde before you. You can’t keep your teeth from worrying at your lip, fearing you’d done something wrong by agreeing to both of their date propositions.

This was already an issue that you had struggled with accepting until Sukki finally talked you down from that ledge. No, you weren’t a bad person for accepting both dates. You aren’t committed to either, you shouldn’t feel bad for dating around. But you were also worried because these weren’t just two guys. These men were Japan’s saviors and protectors. They were best friends and men that anyone would kill to get close to. And you were asked out by both. You had to keep reminding yourself that you weren’t playing them; they both asked you out of their own accord and you never pushed for either of them to do that. But then again, these were Japan’s saviors and protectors. Maybe they were the ones playing you. And even if they weren’t, you’d eventually have to break things off with one of them. You can’t date both of the top heroes, right?

“We’re having a date,” Katsuki said obviously. He nods his head to Izuku who stands and greets you both when you reach the table. You stand between them both, dwarfed by the two well-dressed giant heroes, your head shifting back and forth to each of them.

"Umm..." You take a step back, looking at both of the men in front of you, taking a moment to study them, trying your best to figure out what is going through the two pros' heads. "I'm sorry."

Izuku's brow furrows as he looks at you. "Sorry? For what?"

"I-I should've been honest about accepting both of your date invites..." you start, your fingers fidgeting with one another as you watch your feet, face burning in shame. "But...is this necessary? Or just a joke? I-I don't really—"

"No!" Eyes around the room turn to the three of you at the loud panic in Izuku’s voice. You tense up and awkwardly look at the surrounding pros watching you while you send stiff waves and strained, close-lipped smiles—a truly poor attempt to ease your own social anxiety. Izuku clears his throat a bit, straightens his dark sage suit jacket, and smiles sheepishly, scratching at his cheek anxiously. "Uh, sorry, I meant to say, no, that's not what this is." His hands wave frantically as he speaks. "Can-can we just have a seat?" He motions toward the booth as the rest of the room dissolves back into their previous conversations. You nod hesitantly and slide into the semicircle booth, a blonde flanking your left and a greenette to your right, effectively trapping you between the two hard bodies.

"Please relax," Izuku begs softly. "There is nothing to be sorry for, and we didn't invite you here for anything other than your company."

"Then—"

"It's a date still," Katsuki answers your unasked question.

"With both of you?" Your voice sounds soft and unsure, uncertain that this is really happening. They share a look over your head as you look to them for answers. Izuku offers you a soft smile.

"How about we get some food and then we can continue to talk about this over dinner, yeah?" As if in sync, Katsuki hands you an opened menu the moment the last syllable leaves Izuku's lips.

"The spicy curry is good here if you're into heat," Katsuki offers while looking at his own menu.

"I like the katsudon," Izuku mentions. "What looks good to you?"

"Umm..." your eyes scan the dishes quickly. "The sukiyaki sounds good..."

"Sukiyaki it is then, yeah?" Katsuki promptly says, smiling softly. Looking at his gentle expression, you think that his ability to code-switch so suddenly from coarse to tender never ceases to give you a bit of whiplash.

Katsuki gives everyone's orders and menus to the young waiter who had appeared practically out of thin air before turning back to you. His arm comes up to rest against the back of the booth behind your head and his body angles in towards you. By the sound of shifting on your other side, you can tell that Izuku did the same.

"Umm, so...can someone please tell me what's going on?" you ask meekly.

The boys share another silent conversation with their eyes over your head. It seems to be heated according to how Midoriya fidgets and Bakugo's brow furrows expectantly.

"Start, nerd," Bakugo snaps at Midoriya to cease the incessant silence permeating the space between the three of you. Your shoulders jump slightly at the suddenness of his deep, gruff voice. Your head turns to Izuku, eyes shining in expectancy. He clears his throat.

"Right, umm, where to start?" He mutters to himself, bringing a scarred thumb to press into his bottom lip. "Well, first of all, we're dating." Maybe not the best place to start. Your mouth drops open, your head snapping between the two of them in quick succession. "Oh, shit, wait. Backtrack! Umm, we really like you."

"Fuck, nerd," Katsuki groans, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers and sinking lower into his seat.

"Uh, I-I think I'm even more confused..."

"We're dating, we like you, we're bi and poly, and wanna date you," Katsuki grunts out. "There. Pretty fucking simple. How the fuck did you fuck it up so badly, Deku?"

"I was going for a more romantic approach, Kacchan," Izuku pouts. You simply freeze, your mind struggling to catch up to what is being said to you.

"Oh." It's the only thing that manages to escape your tight throat, and the simplicity sets both of the men on edge.

"Is...That's all ya got to say?" The blonde grumbles, but you can hear something underneath the edge of his tone, something more vulnerable than you were prepared for.

"Kacchan, be patient," his green-haired counterpart scolds. "That was a lot of information to just bombard her with. Give her time to process."

"You...both like me?" The men in front of you share a soft look, a silent conversation before nodding their joint affirmation. "You're dating each other, and you both also want to date me?" Again, they nod. You bite your lip for a moment in thought before continuing. "How—I've just never...dated this way before. I mean, I don't have a ton of experience in general so...what would the three of us dating look like?"

You watch Izuku's eyes soften on you. "Well," he begins, scootching closer to your side, his large frame dwarfing you further as his thick arm comes up on the back of the booth. It's a quality of his that you hadn't noticed before, but with his impressively imposing body pressed so close into yours now, you couldn't ignore it now. "It's just like normal dating, just with more people than the majority of relationships have."

"And more communication," Katsuki reminds, knowing this to be a particular relationship quality that he constantly needs to be aware of, especially when it comes to something as delicate as introducing a new member into the relationship that has been shaping for twenty years. Izuku nods in agreement.

"And there's just no jealousy or anything?"

Katsuki smirks at that. "I don't know. Let's see." The tips of calloused fingertips kiss the smooth skin of your upper thigh, dancing gently along the hem of your dress. Your breath picks up at the tickle of his touch, your blood rushing in your ears to the point that you nearly miss the words tumbling from his lips. "Deku, this make you jealous?" You feel his lips brushing against the skin behind your ear, hovering ever so slightly as they graze downward on the side of your neck. You wonder if those sinful lips can feel your pulse in their proximity.

Izuku's lips turn up in a grin that rivals Katsuki's own mischievous smile. "Not at all. What about this?" Your chin is pinched between a crooked thumb and index, your head being tilted towards those dangerous emerald eyes and plump lips that brush against your own teasingly. The deep scarlet of the tiny lamp in the middle of the dinner table is no competition for the glowing blush on your cheeks.

"Nah," the blonde on your other side chuckles, his fingers unconsciously kneading the fat of your thigh. "Fuck, yeah, nah, no jealousy here. That's fucking hot. Do it again." The greenette's breath tickles your skin as he snickers, though you're not sure how he could be laughing in this moment while you were fearing cardiac arrest because of their slightest touches. Your heart was overreacting to the gentlest of skin-on-skin contact and you have no idea how you're meant to survive these two masses of muscle if this is how you react to their powers of seduction. "What about you, huh? Whatchu think about this, honey?" An arm reaches around you to grip at the jade curls at the nape of Izuku's neck, redirecting his lips to another pair that move against his right in front of your face. You're instantly mesmerized by way they react to one another, the motions practiced, perfectly in sync in a way that only comes from pure trust and love.

And they did love each other and trust each other wholly. You suddenly realize the depth of what they were asking of you, what they were inviting you into. And there isn't a hint of jealously as you witness their heavy kiss, the rest of the restaurant fading away with the show. Yeah, your poor heart won't be able to survive this relationship, but you're willing to risk a heart attack.

They part ways only for viridian and vermillion to look at you expectantly.

"Can we go back to your place now?"

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Bibliophile Brew

Pairings: Bakudeku x barista!reader

Summary: When managing your parent's book cafe while they're away, you meet Wonder Duo Dynamight and Deku.

Warnings: SFW. No smut, but (bc I'm me) it may be included in part 2, so Minors DNI. Fluff, aged-up characters, minor SA mentioned briefly but not described (old perv gets handsy with a teenage barista), language, misunderstanding, eventual BKDK x reader. Lmk if I forgot anything!

I’ll release part 2 when this reaches 100 likes and 25 reblogs!

Word Count: 5.5k

God, the morning rush sucks. You wish something more creative or productive was swimming in your head while looking at the long line of impatient people crowding the cafe. You send a silent prayer that you don’t catch whatever illness plagued your morning barista that caused her to call out so suddenly before her shift that caused you to cover for her…on your one day off. Sometimes helping with running your family's business sucks.

"Thank you, and have a great day!" you say sweetly as you hand the customer their order before rushing back to the cash register for the next order. The entire morning was a back-and-forth of rushed orders, messily thrown together coffees, and half-listened to thanks. Luckily, most were your regulars, and you had a fairly solid routine down for the typical orders. It was all going very smoothly for a solo shift. Until near the end of the rush when some new people came in.

The dwindled crowd of customers parted like the Red Sea with the presence of a spiky-headed blonde with red eyes and a bubbly man with a black cap over a head of curly green hair. That man stopped to talk to a few of the customers who swarmed him, pulling the mask down his face and offering a dazzling smile. The other man's face fell into indifference while his partner busied himself with chatting, and he made his way up to the front of the line as the rest of your customers broke formation in crowding the other man. If you hadn't been so sleep-deprived from the closing shift the night before and running around the entirety of the opening shift, you might have recognized the customer in front of you and his friend as pro heroes number one and two in their streetwear, but you were dazed and too tired to realize that fact. You give your signature customer service smile—the exact same one that you give to all your customers—and then ask for his order. In a gruff, perpetually agitated tone, he recites his and the other man's orders. The rest of the cafe seems to be bursting with nervous energy, something you dismiss, thinking that maybe these people know each other (you don’t know them so can’t rule it out)—the green-haired man certainly is friendly enough with everyone to have so many connections—or maybe these men were idols—they both are by far pretty enough, and it's not like you'd know either way since your life was far too busy to keep up with the trending celebrities. But something about them does strike you as familiar...whatever, you don't have time to ruminate on that now.

You scribble down both orders and you utter the simple question, "Name?" without looking up while you're writing. A moment passes and you look up at the blonde, confusion hitting you at the shock on his face.

"You...don't know my name?" He almost scoffs while asking the question, and a huff of a breathless, disbelieving laugh passes his lips as if that explanation is utterly ridiculous.

"Umm," you felt stuck. If you answer honestly, you have the feeling that he would take offense. If you lie, well, you don't lie. You hate liars and you've learned that dishonesty has a way of making any situation worse. Not to mention, he would be expecting you to write his name on the cup, and you seriously doubt your ability to pull a name out of your ass and be right about it. "I—umm—should I?" Yeah, he seems mad, or at least, incredulous at the idea that you don't know who he is.

He opens his mouth to respond but before a syllable leaves him, the green-haired man comes behind him, patting him on the back while sending you a charming smile over his shoulder. He maneuvers to stand next to his partner, circling the three of you in your own conversation. "You can just put it under Kacchan," he says sweetly, smiling brightly. The blonde scoffs while the greenette pulls out 10,000 yen from his wallet and hands it to you. You scramble to gather his change before he waves off your slightly panicked monetary calculations. "You can keep the change."

"But..." you're dumbfounded while staring at the half-collected change in your hands. "But I can't—I mean, you're order was only 1,700 yen–"

"He said take the fucking change!" the blonde bursts out, crossing his arms with a scowl and sending your shoulders jumping from the harsh sound. "Just be grateful for it! Geez!"

“Kacchan!” The green-haired man pats the blonde's arm soothingly with a juxtaposed pointed look on his facial features.

"I-I am grateful!" you stammer, bowing slightly to the two men. "I apologize, I just didn't want to unwittingly take advantage and wanted to be certain. It-it was just a bit shocking, is all."

"Oh, no need to apologize!" The greenette man begins to ramble, shaking his hands in front of himself. "I really appreciate your integrity! It means a lot! Not a lot of vendors are so honest, so it is a really admirable quality! N-not that I meant that I don’t trust workers! I’m not making a generalization to your profession or anything! We're sure you work very hard and that it’s a difficult job! You know, you just hear all these horror stories about service industry jobs and the sort of nightmare customers you're sure to put up with. Not that anyone in here seems like a nightmare customer! Though, I am sure that you put up with plenty of those kinds of customers too...I'm sure that we seem like nightmare customers...Just ignore Kacchan, he's always had an--umm--explosive personality. But consider this as a tip. Not that--uhh--not that it looks like you need it or anything! This isn’t charity...It's more like an apology, I guess. The point that I was trying to make is please keep the change and please don't feel uncomfortable about it at all." He ends his ramblings with a somewhat nervous smile and a slight blush over his cheeks, which oddly enough, eases your own anxiety. You offer a shy smile and nod.

"Thank you, sir," you say as you put the change back into the till. You give them the receipt and move to make the drinks, finally noticing the amount of eyes that are on the two customers. Were they all watching?

You make the new order with lightning speed and accuracy, giving them their drinks with a sweet smile and a friendly, "Thank you, and have a great day!" The boys smile at you—well, the green-haired man smiles and the blonde offers a half-hearted nod of recognition—and you hop right back into your flow, taking the next customer while the blonde grabs the greenette’s arms to drag him away from heading to the door and instead taking the corner booth. You can't help but notice the number of people whose eyes are instantly drawn to the two, even as you're taking orders from your newly distracted patrons. Eventually, the crowd dissipates, each customer making sure to pay a visit to the corner booth before leaving. You can't help the way your eyebrows pull together at the way everyone is acting towards the two. You decide that they have to be idols or something, but it's not your place to ask or bother them about it. They're your customers, their business is their own.

With the sudden lull of having only a few patrons left, you start making the cleaning rounds, wiping down every inch of your parent's cafe with disinfectant, bouncing from table to empty table, picking up trash, and cleaning every surface. You try not to let your eyes drift to the mystery men, but you can't help the way your curious mind keeps drifting back to them. You could swear that they look familiar, though you're also sure that you would remember two handsome faces such as theirs.

While you're distracting yourself by cleaning the front glass on the display case, you feel an unnatural heat coming from behind you. Turning your head, you jump back into the glass case, startled by the blonde's sudden appearance and close proximity. You gather that this man isn't well-versed in social normalities, otherwise he wouldn’t be invading your space. He's not even phased by your skittishness, though you're suddenly sheepish about your dramatic reaction.

"Sorry," you stutter softly, nervously scratching a nail at the back of your ear. "Can I help you?"

"Sorry," he huffs, turning away instantly to pout at the ground.

"Umm, I don't—"

"For earlier," he interrupts. “It’s been brought to my attention that I was apparently being rude.”

"Oh no!" You wave off nervously, smiling sheepishly. “It’s really okay! No need to apologize.”

"SEE??" He snapped, whipping around to face the other man who was sitting at the booth shaking his head in his palms. The sudden shout pulls a small yelp from your lips in surprise. "I told you, ya damn nerd! Making a big deal outta nothin'!" You look away bashfully, your face hot when the few remaining patrons direct their attention towards the two of you. You turn to walk back behind the counter but you're stopped by an arm that reaches out between you and your exit route to lean against the freshly polished glass. You pout at the new smudges and meet his vermillion eyes with your own sad ones. His eyes study you for a moment, looking for something on your features. You felt like a bug under a microscope with the scrutiny you felt from his glare. "So, before...did you really not know who we are?"

"Umm," your eyes dart to the side, noticing the other man dragging his feet towards his comrade. You suddenly feel cornered, wishing that you could be back behind the safety of the counter. "I—sorry..."

"Hey," the emerald-haired man smooths, "no need to apologize. We should just introduce ourselves. I'm Midoriya Izuku, and this is Kacch—I mean, Bakugo Katsuki." Oh. Those were names that you knew. You stand stunned for a moment, tired eyes wide and a blush spreading at the embarrassment of not knowing before.

Bowing your head, you shyly say, "It is nice to meet you both."

While you're still bowed to the two men, a look passes between the both of them over your head. By the time you lift your face again, their eyes are back on you and your eyes are shifting to look at anything besides the bulking pro heroes in front of you as you give your name.

"It's nice to meet you, as well," Midoriya says while Bakugo folds his arms over his chest and nods in acknowledgment. "The tea was amazing, by the way."

"Thank you," you softly reply. "It's a fan favorite here. My mom taught me how to brew it perfectly."

"Well, it was delicious," he answers. "Your mother taught you well." Your lips turn up bashfully as you nod.

"I'll be sure to let her know, thank you."

"The coffee was good," Bakugo muttered. His voice was so quiet, you nearly missed it, already used to his typically booming voice since you met him the mere hour beforehand. You weren't expecting him to express his delight in the drink, and you could tell that he was one to withhold such approval. Your smile couldn't help but widen at his comment, instant pride filling your gut with flutters at the praise. While his words fill your stomach with butterflies, the brightened expression on your face sends the pro heroes' stomachs flipping.

"I-I'm glad you enjoyed it," you beam. A moment passes between the three of you, eyes flickering between one another before the front door rings with a new customer. "I-I should get back to work...but, let me know if you want anything." You smile sweetly and scoot away from the men, padding around the counter to welcome your new patron with a sugary, “Welcome to the Bibliophile Brew.” Katsuki smirks as he watches you kindly speak with your customer, turning to Izuku and leaning in to lowly say to him.

"I know what I want."

Some days you cursed yourself for being such a good daughter. Days like today when you sat crammed into a corner booth to keep an eye on the cafe while also juggling between the reading assignment you had for your college literature class and organizing the barista schedule for the next two weeks—a task infinitely more difficult now that you had two baristas out because of sickness. Thank God for Michi who agreed to take a couple extra shifts in their place, taking a bit of the load off of you!

While your new load of responsibility was exhausting, you figured that it was the least you could do for your poor parents who had to travel across the country to take care of your grandparents in their old age. You wanted to help your family as much as possible while your parents were away, meaning that for the rest of the summer, you’d be bouncing between your summer classes and managing the cafe. Luckily, you decided not to take on too many classes during the off-season, and what you did enroll in were all online courses, so you could focus on the classes in your own time—though that time was becoming less and less with the sudden boom in business the last few days. Word got around that your parents’ cafe was a hang-out spot for pro heroes—not true considering the number one and two heroes only came in that one time—but the rumor still helped business so you weren’t going to complain about the sudden influx of cash.

You also weren’t going to turn down more tips for yourself and your baristas. Apparently, someone had also posted a video of Deku’s rant on the difficulties of the hard-working service-industry employee and the importance of tipping—not what you thought was the intent of his rambling but you still appreciated the sentiment of it—and people just took off with it. You noticed an inflow of better tippers and friendlier customer-barista exchanges since then. The impact that a simple video with the Symbol of Peace had over a nation was astounding to you. It left you in complete awe of his incredible influence.

“Hey, boss,” Sukki’s voice called out, bringing you out of your Deku daydreaming, and reminding you of the focus you should be having on your mountain of work. Turning your eyes up, you take a look at Sukki’s concerned features through your reading glasses. Your mind immediately drowns in word, and you begin looking past her around at the café.

“What’s wrong? Something happened?” She’s place is a hot cup on the table in front of you.

“Nothing happened,” she says. “Everything is running smoothly. Almost perfectly.”

Your brows pull together and confusion. “Then—”

“So smoothly in fact,” she interrupted, kneeling at the side of the booth, and looking up at you gently, as if speaking with a toddler, “that we don’t even need you here.” She gently prize the schedule paper from your white-knuckle grip.

“But—”

“How much sleep did you get last night?” Ooh, you did not want to answer that. However, you didn’t have to verbally answer since the way your face contorts into a cringe is answer enough. “Go home, get some sleep. Me and the girls can figure out the schedule for you.“

“But you shouldn’t have—”

“And you shouldn’t be working yourself like this. It’s unhealthy.” You want to argue, but you can’t, so instead you pout.

“Why did you bring me a coffee then?”

“It’s hot chocolate. I don’t like giving you any sugar, but I also know that you need a treat, it’s better than another cup of coffee.”

“So you're trying to make sure I crash on sugar, then?”

“At least you may actually get some sleep, then.“ You snort and roll your eyes, trying to hide your touched smile behind the lid of your cup. Suki has known you since your high school days, having started as a classmate, then best friend, which led to being coworkers, too. Because of this Sukki would take care of you, whenever you would be teetering on the edge of burnout, which was often as of late. He struggled to take breaks for yourself, fearing that your responsibilities will pile up, and you’d eventually let everyone else down.

“Can I at least finish the reading?”

She takes a moment to consider this before sighing. “Fine. But if you’re staying here, you’re not working.” She swipes the handwritten schedule from the table and holds it out of your reach. “And I am taking this. Now, finish your homework, so you can go home and sleep.” You offer her a two-finger salute as she walks away, mumbling about how she doesn’t understand why you’re still handwriting your stuff.

After a while of reading, the words begin to blur together, and your eyes grow heavy. The hot chocolate—half drunk and lukewarm now—seems to be the only thing your tired eyes could focus on. For the past moments—God only knows the true measurement of time, but it only felt like a mere few minutes—your gaze had been trained on your abandoned beverage instead of the words dancing over the numerous pages. You didn't look away from the abnormally interesting cup until a tall figure plopped into the booth seat across yours, a large shadow being cast over the object of your attention. The sudden presence drew your eyes to your unexpected visitor and to say you were shocked by the identity of your mystery guest would be an understatement. You gape at the green-haired pro hero sitting across from you, smiling brightly, his eyes sparkling underneath the curls falling in front of them.

"Umm..." You look around, wondering if you were seeing things correctly or if you had actually fallen asleep in the booth and were now dreaming. But looking around the cafe, everything seems normal, except for the amount of eyes on you and your surprise guest. Your eyes fall back into Deku as you swallow thickly. "Hi?"

"Hey!" he beams, the freckles and dimples on his face becoming more apparent with the brightness if his features as he spoke. "It's nice to meet you again," he says sweetly, and you can't help the way your stomach flutters or how your heart picks up pace, a flush filling your cheeks.

"Yeah, it's nice to see you, too," you reply. "You here for another matcha?"

He chuckles a bit, flattered that you remember his order from his first visit. "Well," he states, leaning forward with his elbows on the tabletop, his voice lowering, "I couldn't think of anywhere else I could get tea as delicious as yours."

You didn't know what his was about that compliment that sent your heartbeat racing. Maybe it was his pretty virescent eyes trained on you or maybe it was the hush in his voice that made it feel as if his words were meant for you and you alone, but whatever it was, the comment had your face flaming.

"Thank you, Mr. Deku," you bashfully say. "I'm not sure I'm deserving of such high praise."

"You are," he states matter-of-factly. "And you can call me Midoriya. I doubt that I'm much older than you are, and I'm definitely not old enough for 'Mr.'" He teasingly cringes at his own use of the title, causing a giggle to slip from your lips. You don't notice the pride that puffs out his chest as he watches you laugh, knowing that he caused such a sweet sound to bubble from your throat.

"Sorry," you say, your tone much lighter and relaxed after your small giggle fit. "I won't make that mistake again, Midoriya."

"Please don't," he chuckles. He nods towards the book sitting on the tabletop with your hand resting atop the open pages. "So, business or pleasure?"

"School, actually," you answer, tucking your bookmark between the pages and closing the book to offer the pro hero your full attention.

"Oh, then both." You giggle again and he can't help but join you until Sukki stops at the table with Deku's tea and a second hot chocolate for you.

"Your tea, Mr. Deku," Sukki says tightly, obviously starstruck and nervous, it reminds you of Deku's early interviews where he seemed so frightened of the camera. It only worsens when he flashes her his number one hero smile, followed by a sweet and peppy, "Thank you!"

Sukki squeaks a bit, face flushing, and she bows slightly as she utters, "Umm, my pleasure, sir!" When she straightens her spine she gives you a pointed what-the-hell-is-happening-here look which you answer with a subtle I-have-no-idea shrug. You decide that you should get some answers.

"So, is there anything I could do for you, Midoriya?" He stops to look you in the eyes, the cup stalling in mid-air before completing its journey to his lip. He chuckles and sets the beverage onto the countertop.

"You assume I have an ulterior motive for being here?" You shrug, not wanting to offend him with an accusation, but that's exactly what you were implying.

"I'm just curious why you want to sit with a stranger."

"But we're not really strangers, you call me Midoriya now." You raise an eyebrow at the evasiveness, and he relents with the simple motion. "Okay, I'll admit that I didn't just come here for the tea." You fake gasp, dramatically smacking a hand to your chest in faux disbelief. He rolls his eyes. “I came to apologize.”

Your nose wrinkles at that and you can’t help the disbelieving chuckle that escapes your lips. “For what?”

“For that video,” he answers simply, obviously. “I’m sure you’ve seen it by now.”

“I mean, yeah, but I was there so I didn’t really have to watch it,” you giggled a bit. He didn’t seem to find it as funny as you did though.

“I’m sure it’s made things more difficult around here, too, though. Right?” You watch the crinkle of his brow, realizing how much he was internalizing any slight inconvenience he may have caused you.

“Business has actually been great since the last time you were here,” you beamed, trying your best to ease his misplaced guilt. “And the tips are better, too.” He seemed to perk up at that.

“Really?” God, this grown man was practically a puppy dog wagging his tail in front of you. It takes everything in you not to giggle at the thought.

“Really.” You shrug. “There's nothing to apologize for so don't worry about it.” He looks a little shocked at your response, the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks brightening with pink. He smiles at you gently.

“Well, good. I’m glad," he says sweetly, flashing his signature adorable smile. "I--well, I also wanted to make sure that you weren't having any issues. I know how some, umm, super fans can get outta hand with people they see me in a video with. Speculation can get out of hand."

“Oh," you respond, slightly taken aback. "No, I haven't had issues. Do people actually harass random video extras though?" Izuku snorts a bit at your choice of words, causing your brow to twitch and your head to tilt in confusion. Clearing his throat, he presses his lips into a disappointed line, nodding in confirmation.

"Unfortunately, yes," comes his mirthless reply. "Don't get me wrong, I love all my fans...but some of them make it a bit difficult to love them all equally."

You can't help the giggle that bubbles past your lips, the tingling sound building into your lovely laugh. "Y'know, it's okay for you not to like everyone, Midoriya."

"Oh, the nice guy in me disagrees," he sasses back, smirking to himself as he makes you laugh again.

"It's also okay to not apologize for every minor inconvenience you may or may not cause someone," you accuse pointedly. He at least has the decency to look slightly embarrassed for the point you're trying to make. "And I hope you didn't make the trip here just to check on me. I'm sure that there are more important things that deserve your attention, and I'm sure this is time you could have used for yourself."

"Well, as long as we're pointing fingers, you're allowed to take time for yourself as well," he retorts smugly. You suck a harsh breath before you bite your bottom lip sheepishly.

"How'd you know?"

"It looks like you've been overworking yourself," he answers matter-of-factly. "I'm assuming this," he starts, thumbing the book's pages that rest in front of you, "and this," he gestures to the cafe, looking around at the bustling space full of patrons who are beginning to take notice of his pro hero presence, "are responsible for your lack of self-care."

"I think you're forgetting that anything can be a form of self-care," you point out. "This can be self-care," you say holding up your cup of hot chocolate.

"A lukewarm beverage is self-care?" He raises a pensive brow.

"You're one to talk, Mr. Pro Hero Deku," you snort. "You're spending your free time here. I wouldn't exactly call that self-care."

"Well...what if I told you that this is what I wanted to do for my free time?" he shyly answers, suddenly sheepish. "If I'm honest, I kinda wanted a do-over at meeting you."

"You...did?" He nods, and you stare for a moment with wide, ruminant eyes. "How come?"

"Well, that first meeting was such a disaster," he chuckled. "It's not exactly the kind of impression I wanted to leave on such a beautiful person." He bashfully flirts, his cheeks dusting pink over the constellation of freckles over his face, and it's a whole new type of flustering when a big, beefy hero like Deku looks at you so adorably through his thick lashes with a ducting of blush gracing his freckled cheeks.

You feel your own cheeks flush at the sight, squirming in your seat and bringing your hands up to cover your burning cheeks, mumbling, "Oh...Oh! God, I'm too sleep-deprived for this kinda conversation." Your blush only worsens when he chuckles and coos at you.

"Well, m-maybe after you get a good night's sleep, we could have that conversation then," he offers. "Perhaps with...dinner while we talk about it..."

"Are you...asking me out?"

"I was trying to," he chuckles softly at himself.

"I think that I'd really like that," you answer, your face heating as a shy smile graces your lips. The greenette's face lights up in an elated grin, jade eyes sparkling with glee.

"Yeah?" You nod sheepishly. "Can I walk you home?" He asks sweetly. You nod, shyly avoiding his eyes as he snickers. You silently pack your belongings, your eye flitting toward an elated and shocked Sukki who watches from behind the counter, the coffee pot in her hand drifting away from the cup in her other hand to spill on the floor. For some reason, the sight puts you a bit at ease as you allow Midoriya to lead you out the door, his hand affectionately resting on the small of your back as if the rest of the cafe wasn't watching the scene.

Taking a deep breath, you pinch the bridge of your nose and steel yourself before fixing the offending table with a hard look. Your day was going so well, especially after your walk with Deku Midoriya the night before. You walked into work moments ago with a good night's sleep, wonderful memories of your day before, and brighter outlook on life. However, that sunny demeanor was promptly killed the minute you walked into the shop to see a sobbing teenage girl in your office being comforted by Sukki who then explained the situation in hushed tones. The righteous fury in you burned as you looked at the handsy customer leisurely sipping his beverage as if he hadn't assaulted a young lady. Turning to the teary-eyed employee you offer a sympathetic look and gently smile at her. "Amai, how about you stay in my office and take a break? I'll handle this." Making your way over, you grab an empty cup and lid from the counter.

"Hello, sir," you say in an overly sugary tone. "Hope you're enjoying the coffee. Here's a to-go cup so you can enjoy it on the go. Have a lovely day. Buh-bye now."

"What? The fuck you talking about, girlie?"

"Well, see, you broke our number one rule by harassing one of our beloved staff members," you continue in a tooth-achingly sweet customer service voice, despite the pure condescension dripping from your honeyed timbre. "Therefore, you are no longer welcome here. So, leave while I'm still being nice. Oh, and don't come back again, 'kay?"

"Look, tits—"

"That is not my name," you snap, niceties long forgotten. You also noticed the small audience that had begun to gather, the surrounding dining area falling into a slight hush with only scandalized whispers being exchanged between the audience. "Though you don't even deserve to know my name. However, if you must address me at all you may do so by calling me 'ma'am' or 'miss', but you will not address me or any woman in that manner."

He tsks and rolls his eyes at you. "You don't even know the whole story. That bitch was asking for it."

"Really?" you ask, voice coated in sarcasm. "The teenage girl was vying for the attention of some fat, old fuck like yourself? Hmm, very interesting. In that case, maybe I was too quick in my earlier words. I was being far too kind in letting you leave gracefully and quietly. So, instead, I will be calling the police. Please, sit, finish your coffee, and wait for the cops to haul your ass off."

"Why you—" His hand raises, poised to strike you while you stand emotionless with a fixed, unmoving stance. Before he gets the chance to slap you, a grenade-gloved hand catches his wrist.

"Touch her and you lose it." It's safe to say that both you and the offending customer are shocked by the tall blonde practically made of muscle standing between you and the now stuttering mess of a man. "What? Why suddenly so quiet after spewing such shit?" You're surprised that Dynamight's sharp glare isn't literally cutting the man down in front of you. "Apologize." The man's eyes shift towards you, the venom in the gaze when looking at you, however, is not quelled by the threats of the pro-hero.

"But...she's—" The grip around the man's hand becomes increasingly tight, interrupting whatever insult on the tip of his tongue with a pained grunt.

"Apologize."

He spews his false apologies with tearful pleads accompanying them before Dynamight drops his grip and sends the sniveling man scrambling on the floor and running out the door. The small crowd claps and cheers for the hero before dispersing back into their own activities. He shrugs off the praise, grumbling about how useless the crowd of people is, watching while an old perv nearly puts his hands on you.

"Thank you," you say as he passes you, seemingly lost in his own complaints over the situation. Stopping with his back to you, Dynamight takes a few deep breaths to calm himself before turning back to you.

"You got a mouth on you," he simply says, his tone almost bored.

"Oh," you say, blushing. "Umm...thank you?"

"It's a compliment," he assures matter-of-factly.

"Oh!" you drawl, recognizing the actual weight of the stone-cold Dynamight giving someone a compliment. "Then, thank you!" You flash him a glowing smile, a sign of your gratitude, but you fail to recognize the damage you've inflicted upon Bakugo's poor heart, causing the normally stoic hero to lose his breath, flush invading the apples of his cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just doing my job," he grumbled, awkwardly crossing his arms and looking away. You tilt your head at the sudden aggression in his tone. He takes a moment to calm down with some calming breaths before he peeks at you from the corner of his eyes. He huffs before mumbling out, "Y'know...if you wanted to thank me you could join me for dinner." For some reason, you found his roundabout offer oddly adorable for such an explosive man.

"Are-are you asking me out?" you ask, smiling sweetly as you watch the tips of his ears brighten with a red hue.

"Yes or no?"

"Hmmm," you hum pensively, your finger tapping on your chin in thought. You mentally cackle at the way he groans impatiently, embarrassingly. Giggling, you finally decide to put him out of his misery, "Yes, I'd love to." His face proudly morphs into one of triumph.

"Good," he nods. "Be ready by 7. I'll pick you up." With that, he marches out the cafe doors, and you don't miss the "Fuck yeah!" he shouts once he's outside, startling a few unsuspecting bypassers.

You giggle as you watch his figure swagger down the street. Sukki comes up behind you, clearing her throat. "Did Dynamight just ask you out?"

"Mhmm," you hum out, biting your bottom lip giddily.

"After you agreed to go out with Deku?"

"Mhmm—oh," you blanch. "Oh, shit!"

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Crybabies

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!reader x Izuku Midoriya

Summary: Bakugo gets his two favorite crybabies on their knees for him.

Warnings: NSFW. 18+ only. Minors DNI. Aged-up Characters, threesome (mmf), dacryphilia, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!reader established relationship, polyamory, slight dom/sub dynamics, spitting, brat-tamer!Bakugo, name calling/pet names (babydoll, babygirl, brat, nerd), slight degradation, slight praise, slight asphyxiation, rimming, overstimulation(?), short one-shot, let me know if I forget anything, and enjoy! Please remember to reblog so I continue to have the motivation to post these 🙏🏼😁

Word Count: 700

"Cute, isn't she?" Katsuki questioned lowly in Izuku's ear. Izuku flinched at the sound of his voice coming behind him, and the green-haired boy jumped, flushing like he'd just been caught red-handed...which he had been, essentially. He'd been caught staring at you, someone who wasn't his to stare at.

You were Katuski's.

Izuku only stammered, uttered false denial. A quirk-heated hand landed heavily on his shoulder, stalling his stuttering. Izuku fell silent and stared skeptically at the smirk on Katsuki's face. He looked back at you, eyes twinkling at the smile on your face. "She's so pretty when she smiles. One of the best views in the world."

"Kacchan, I didn't-"

"One of the best views." Katsuki leaned in close, his front pressing into Izuku's back, their cheeks barely brushed as hot breath fanned his skin, and a whisper tickled his ear. "But I really prefer it when she's crying." The chill that shot up Izuku's spine riddled goosebumps over his entire body, his chest heaved and his eyes lidded. Katsuki put such a nice image in his head. He could practically taste the salty substance off your skin as he pictured your adorable cheeks splotchy and wet, bulging with a cock in your mouth.

Yeah, he'd like to see you crying, too.

Funnily enough, Katsuki was picturing Izuku in that exact same position. That thought alone prompted the question, "Wanna see?" to tumble out of Katsuki's lips. Which was how the three of you ended up in such a situation.

Izuku has always loved your smile, but Kacchan was right, you were breathtaking while you were crying and on your knees. But so was Izuku. And Katsuki had the best view of all. You and Izuku both looked so, so pretty on your knees just for him, his cock being sucked and kitten-licked by his two favorite crybabies. Oh, he could get used to watching you both making out with his fat dick between your lips. It was addicting. And who knew that Deku had such a magical tongue? Or that those rough scars littering his thick hands would feel so good while rolling his heavy balls.

"I think that Deku has earned a treat," he said, his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging you off of him. Your mouth reluctantly released his cock but not without a defiant whine tumbling out of your lips. Katsuki chuckled. "Don't worry, little brat, your slutty mouth will be filled up soon enough. But I'm not really sure you deserve it with this kind of attitude. What do you think, nerd? Does she deserve to choke on your dick?"

Deku hummed on his cock, the vibrations sent tremors through Katsuki's body, his thighs flexing. Katsuki ran his fingers through his green curls, gently eased him off. Deku gasped, his tears shining alongside his spit. "Hmm? What's your answer?"

"Please, Kacchan!" He practically whined. "She'll be such a good girl! She'll earn it!" If Katsuki thought that his tears were beautiful, then his wrecked voice begging Katsuki so sweetly was ethereal.

"Such good manners, Deku!" He petted Izuku's head which the green-haired man nuzzled into. His fingers tightened in your hair and you whined. "Didn't even have to teach him. You could learn from Deku, babydoll." When you rolled your eyes playfully, Katsuki's fingertips were instantly sinking into your cheeks, pouting out your lips, your mouth puckered.

"C'mon, now, little brat. Don't go making a liar outta Deku when he just said that you deserved a prize. You gonna behave like he said you would?" Your squished face could barely move enough to nod in his grip. His fingers dug deeper, opening your mouth a little wider before his saliva coated your tongue. He was a bit more gentle as he made his next command: "Don't swallow." You nodded in understanding as he nudged your body down. You're laid out on your stomach between Izuku's spread knees. His chest heaved at the sight. Your tongue let Katsuki's spit trail off and drip onto Izuku's angry, red mushroom head. He shivered and jerked at the feeling, fresh tears sprung from his eyes as he moaned out.

"Shit, love how vocal you are," Katsuki groaned. Izuku looked up at Katsuki with his big, glassy eyes, his shiny, swollen lips turned up in a wobbly smile. Kacchan's hand pushed back his messy emerald curls, he wanted a better view of his glistening eyes that fluttered as you started to trail kitten licks down his shaft. The gasp that rippled tremors through his body had both you and Katsuki moaning at the sound.

"Get him ready for me, baby girl," Kacchan said, which caught both of his pretty little crybabies off guard. After a moment of hesitation, you grasped the intentions of his words and you got to work while your tongue trailed further down. That had Deku reeling: his hips jerked, his back arched, his head had thrown back as you licked at his puckered hole. If only Katsuki had a camera.

The sight alone was too much that when the breathy whines left Izuku’s lips, Katsuki couldn’t take it anymore and harshly gripped the back of Izuku’s head, pushes his hot, wet mouth down onto his cock so he could release deep in his throat with a grunt after a few thrusts. Izuku couldn’t breath with his nose pressed into Katsuki’s bush at the base of his cock, but he didn’t care to either. He was high off the asphyxiation, the lightheadedness only worsened when your fingers wrapped tightly around his cock again, while your little tongue poked so sweetly into him. His cum shot out without warning and splattered over your face and his stomach. You scooped a bit of the cum off your face and fingered it into the hole you’d been working before using the rest to swirl over your swollen little clit, moaning while you wrapped your lips around his sensitive cock head again.

When his balls were finally drained and his breathing slowed Katsuki couldn’t help but twitch at the sight before him. He chuckled at the red that coated Izuku’s face down to his chest. He couldn’t tell if it was post-orgasmic glow or the asphyxiation setting in over Deku’s face, but it had him hard again in seconds. He let Izuku off of himself with a pop and Deku fell to lay on his back against the carpeted floor. His entire body twitched and slumped again and again as he weakly pushed at you who still sucked at his spent cock.

Katsuki wasn’t a very patient guy. Nor was he a very forgiving guy. So when the opportunity arose, he took it. That included payback for the nerd staring at his girl. Deku might’ve earned himself a spot in his relationship, and it might have worked out in the best situation for Katsuki, but that damn nerd still gaped at what was his. Kacchan was a cruel man at times, this being one of them as he let you keep working the poor overstimulated man to the point of going stupid. He didn’t allow you to let up until Izuku was cumming down your throat before he dragged you off. You were pushed onto your back, your body held down by the thick hand against your sternum. At the same time, Katsuki was busy manipulating Izuku’s body onto his hands and knees, his mouth instantly being pressed into your neglected bundle of nerves.

Deku wasn’t getting a break. But he didn’t seem to mind as his tongue made lazy work of circling your clit and running the tip of the muscle up and down your slit. Katsuki came up behind him, a finger prodded at the spit-slicked hole, which sent Izuku retreating in surprise, pushing more into your cunt. Kacchan chuckled before pressing two of his fingers into the other man’s tight hole, groaning at the resistance from his digits entering the ring of muscle. And suddenly Deku found his energy again as he pushed back against the fingers, his tongue worked faster. Katsuki tapped the fat head of his dick onto Izuku’s entrance a couple times before his fingers sunk into the meat of the cheeks and spread him open, his dick finally sinking slowly into the tight cavity he’d been dreaming about. The sound that was ripped from Izuku's lips reverberated through your sensitive cunt, causing your back to arch into his mouth. Katsuki's hips snapped against Izuku's slowly, and he grunted at the grip around him.

After a few deep strokes, Kacchan's hand reached out and wrapped his hand around Deku's throat, pulled his back flush against his chest, and fastened his pace. The room filled with loud, lewd squelching, skin slapping, and near-screams that echoed off the walls. As Katsuki pounded into his body, the blonde grasped his dick in his hand, and tugged at him firmly, and lips messily peppered open-mouthed kisses over his jaw and neck. You couldn't help but groan at the steamy sight, your fingers circled around your swollen clit.

"Look at her," Katsuki whispered hotly into his ear, it sent a shiver down Izuku's spine. His lidded eyes fell onto you, and his mouth ran dry at the sight. "She's been waiting for this, y'know. Wanted your cock, wanted to share you with me..." A groan rumbled in his chest as he listened and watched you writhe and gasp in front of them while your fingers worked quickly over your little bundle of nerves. Izuku couldn't take it anymore and leaned forward, dragged you closer by your thighs, and lined himself up with your slit as Katsuki kept pounding away at him. The moment the two of you connected, your eyes sprung with tears. Fuck, what a pretty sight. Both men had that same thought while they stared at you getting split in half on the thick cock. "Make her cry, Deku." Their hips picked up their pace: Katsuki's hips rocking into Izuku's while Izuku smashed into you and your hips bucked up to meet Izuku's. Moans and whines and whimpers bounced off the walls, and it brought the three of you closer and closer to your collective release. You were the first to fall apart when your boyfriend reached past Izuku to circle his thumb over your little button. The grip your weepy cunt had on Deku sent him over the edge, and he threw his head back onto Kacchan's shoulder while his ass was being pumped into. The sight, the sounds, the tears falling from both of your eyes finally caused the blonde to fill the green-haired hero's hole with his cum.

Yeah, there was no way Katsuki was ever going to let go of his two favorite crybabies.