I saw orange.
I saw green.
I saw red.
I blacked out.
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We were in the limbo stage between dating and exclusivity, not seeing other people, swapping and sleeping over each other's place every night, but not exactly committed to titles other than agency partners and very close friends.
I checked the text that just came in on my phone. "Midoriya! Uraraka is on her way. Are you ready yet?" Our two friend groups were coming together for the first time since we became a thing, and I was nervous, okay?
"Almost! I'm looking for my wallet. Have you seen it?" You called out from down the hall.
"Which one?"
"The vintage leather All Might one," you said without hesitation.
"Did you check the hunter green tux you wore to the UA Alumni Gala last night?"
"...Yes…" I could hear you rummaging through the suit's dust bag. "It's not there!"
"Don't worry about it then. I'm paying, anyway," I said, walking into your bedroom. "Your room is too tiny for all your stuff. Especially all this All Might memorabilia. You're going to need to move soon."
"I know that, Shoto. I just don't have time to discuss that right now." You looked panicked.
"Babe?"
"Huh? What- I mean, yes? Sorry," you said, face flushed. You took a deep breath and turned your attention towards me. "Yes, Shoto?" I slunk on top of your bed and studied your paces.
"Are you nervous?"
You stared at me, inclining your head. "Is it that obvious?"
"You're driving burn marks into your PLUS ULTRA rug." You looked down at the worn carpet and covered your face. I pulled you into my arms, smirking.
"It's okay, Izuku. I'm nervous, too," I said before pecking your lips. You flashed me an unbelieving look.
"Why? You're…you!"
"Yes, that is always true, Midoriya. No matter who says it." I laughed, but I've never enjoyed how you put me on a pedestal. Pretty privilege isn't all it's cracked up to be.
You rolled your eyes and leaned away. "You know what I mean. You're Shoto Todoroki. You're a bonafide sex symbol. Since UA, you've been the 'Heartthrob Hero.' Very few pros are lucky enough to be labeled both, y'know?"
I groaned at society's empty flattery because it made you feel insecure about what I see when I look at you. "And you're you, too, Izuku. The top pro rookie on the continent and, don't forget, the dashingly handsome face of a new era of peace in Japan. Stop downplaying how impressive you are. In fact, you're more impressive than I am in many ways."
"I am a catch, aren't I?" There was that bright, wide smile I fell for every day.
"Top draft pick," I agreed. "And did I mention sexy as hell?"
You shrugged. "It wouldn't hurt to repeat it for good measure."
"You are hotter than my Quirk, Midoriya. And cooler than my other one, too."
"How…charming," you giggled. "Come on, we're going to be late." You wiggled in my tight grasp, but I refused to release my hold.
"I'm serious, Izuku. You are gorgeous to me. Especially when we match." Before kissing your freckled cheeks, I eyed your outfit—a low v-neck jade green tee that hugged your biceps and draped off your torso, khaki cargo shorts, and favorite red hightops. "Don't worry. We'll be fine. It's not like we don't know everyone who will be there. They've seen us together a million times over."
"Right," you said pensively. "Right. You're right!" You repeated, shaking your head. "Our friends are here for us no matter what. There's nothing to worry about."
I nodded, thinking, but tucking a new thought into the recesses of my mind. Still, "But I do hope they all like seeing us together," I muttered.
"Huh?"
"Nothing. How close is Ochaco?" I slid you back and stood up to shake off my own nerves. You checked her location on your phone.
"Less than six minutes away."
"Mmm," I nodded. "That's more than enough time."
You glared at me suspiciously. "...For what...?"
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"Damn! It took you princesses long enough!" Ochaco said the second you slid in the backseat. "And did you have to match like an old married couple?!" She shot daggers at us over her shoulder. As your best friend monitored my movements, I adjusted my olive turtle neck and brushed down my charcoal chino pants. The pressure to make a good impression was already burning through my scar.
"Sorry, Uraraka…we, uh, lost track of time, um…looking for my wallet."
"But we look cute, right?" I interjected, getting in behind you. Uraraka bounced her round eyes between us.
"You two were fucking, weren't you?" She asked flatly, peering through the rearview mirror like a disapproving mother. She eyed you, but you diverted your attention out the window, so she slid her gaze to me. I shut the door and shook my head; your lungs deflated in relief.
"Oh, well, I'm sorry for-"
"Midoriya was fucking my face," I clarified.
"TODOROKI!" You swatted my arm. Ochaco's eyes bulged through her reflection.
"Oh, was that too coarse to say? What I mean is, I was giving him head."
"SHOTO! Stop! Talking! Right now!" You begged, wrestling with me to cover my mouth. I laughed, licking your palm and making you blush. "Oh my god! Enough!"
"SEE, I KNEW IT!" Toga clapped from the front seat. "You owe me my reward, Ochaco!" She cackled like the villain she was. Everyone shifted to look at her.
"Oh! Toga! Hi!" You said, shocked out your wits about Ochaco casually discussing our sex life in front of a rehabilitated fiend.
"Hey, Deku! It's nice to see you again! You too, Icy Hottie! You two do look cute, though, matching like that. You should do it more often." I slowly nodded at the creepy Catwoman, turning to look at you. Our silent conversations were becoming second nature.
See? I told you you look good dressed like me. ( ≖‿ ≖ )
Oh, hush you. (-_-)
But, seriously. Did you know she was coming?
No!
Are they…you know? (¬‿¬)
I don't think so. The last time we talked about them, they were just friends. But I don't know for sure.
We were just friends…
Yes…we were… (o_o)
Hm.
Does that change how you feel about tonight?
I shook my head.
"What are you two back there being telepathically gay about?" Ochaco squinted at us. You stuck your tongue out, your sassy side flicking her off.
"Bleh! Wouldn't you like to know?"
You two are cute. You act like siblings even though you're both only children. We rode the rest of the way in a goofy mood, windows down, holding hands and singing K-Pop at the top of our lungs as the sun set in the rear mirror. Ochaco arrived at the karaoke bar just in time to see Yao-momo and Iida standing at the entrance.
"Midoriya! Todoroki! Uraraka! I just reserved our room. It should be available shortly," Tenya dutifully reported. Everyone hugged and greeted each other until Momo and Tenya's eyes fell on Toga.
"Oh!" Momo squeaked. Tenya charged up to Toga, hiding behind Uraraka like a scaredy cat.
"A villain! We must apprehend you now!" His mufflers revved.
"Iida, no! She's good! She's with me!" Ochaco screamed, her hands pushing the speed racer back. "She's with me!" She said, grabbing Toga's hand. He stopped and glanced between the two short girls.
"OH," he said.
"Oooh…" Momo registered. "Okay! Hi, Toga! I'm Yaoyorozu."
"Oh, no need. I know all about Ochacho's friends," she said with a sinister smile, licking her lips.
"Oookay!" Ochaco pulled her away, out of earshot. Her face was hot red, and her hands flailed around her.
"If only Shoji or Jiro were here right now. We'd know what they were talking about," you said, disappointed to miss a prime opportunity to use a friend's Quirk.
We'd settled into our spacious karaoke room and were looking through the song catalog when it hit me. My eyes scanned the room. "Has anyone heard from Sero yet?"
Tenya answered in an instant. "No. I told that tardy young man that punctuality was essential today! Let me call him right now!" He fussed, pulling his phone out. But he couldn't hear anything on the other end because Toga was on stage belting out Whitney Houston's cover of "I Will Always Love You" while giving Ochaco the most haunting googly eyes that looked more like a death stare. I was confident all five heroes present would have to clock in before the night's end.
"So…Toga?" You whispered, jutting your chin suggestively to your best friend. Ochaco's cherub face was weightless and the color of my scar. "Ochaco, are you blushing right now?!" You asked, cracking up.
"She looks like she wants to suck your blood," I said.
She bashfully shrugged. "Maybe she does," she said as if she liked that thought. At that moment, I understood why you two were best friends.
"She is a vampire, right?" I asked. "That's how her blood Quirk works?"
"No! She's a feline," Ochaco said defensively. We glanced at each other and then smirked at her with knowing eyes.
"Uh oh, Ochaco…" You sang in her face. "You're down bad!"
"No, I am not!" She protested. She wasn't a very good liar.
"Mmm-hmm! You are! You like her!" You pressed your shoulders together, taunting her like only people who know each other's secrets can.
"Stop yelling! She'll hear you!" Ochaco said as she side-eyed Toga. The songstress's eyes were closed, feeling the lyrics with all of her body and soul, and her crooning face looked innocent and tender as she sang.
"She does sound surprisingly good," Yao-momo said, sliding beside me. She rested her head on my shoulder. "So…dish, Uravity! Is this who's been having your head all in the clouds lately, and why you've been MIA in the group chat lately?"
"Yes!" You rushed in to answer before Ochaco could finish blushing and deny the truth. She scowled at you.
"Shut up, Izuku! You're just mad she chose me over you!" Ochaco blew you a raspberry. It's funny how you looked at Toga before responding, cautiously watching the villainess prowl toward our side of the private room.
"I…am not," you said, staggering back. "But please make her stop. It's deeply unsettling."
Iida re-entered with Sero and some random girl in tow. "I have returned with the tardy miscreant," Tenya announced, making his way to his girlfriend. Momo's head was still on my shoulder when Tenya pulled her into his arms. "What did I miss?"
"Ochaco's falling Toga and is too shy even to deny it," Momo replied.
"I am not!"
Tenya looked at Toga, who had climbed the long couch and approached her beloved prey. "Excuse me, former villain, but can you stop doing...that?" As if there was a battery in her back, Toga sprang to her feet and bared her fangs. Ochaco rushed to diffuse the tension.
"Uh...Toga, babe? I'm a bit thirsty. Can you please get me a vodka tonic? Pretty please?" She pouted.
Toga's head snapped, and her expression brightened from Ochaco's addressing her. "Anything for you, my sweet!" She bounded out the door, and the second the door shut, the gossiping began.
"Are we the only ones coming?" Momo asked.
"Yeah...we couldn't invite everyone," you blushed. "Schedules and whatnot."
"Uh huh," Ochaco grunted. "It's okay. We know we're you guys's favorites."
"It's not like that! As our best friends who know us," you said, "I prefer to keep things smaller than the whole class right now."
"So, you two," Sero drunkenly swayed his clear cup between us. "Does Bakugo know yet?"
"I don't know," I clipped. I looked at you, who had been caressing my knuckles, tense up.
"...No," you answered. "I haven't had the chance to tell him personally."
"But he has been invited to join Vestiges," I added. There was a long, awkward pause. Toga came back into the room with a round of shots for everyone.
"Here you go, Midoriya!"
"Oh, he doesn't drink-" My head snapped.
"Thanks, Toga," you said, taking the shot glass and taking it to the head.
"...No problem…but we were supposed to do a shot chant first. You know, for camaraderie?"
Your cheeks reddened from the alcohol or the embarrassment. Who can say? "Oh. Oops."
"It's cool, man. Plenty more where that came from," Sero said. "I'll just buy the next round." I wish he didn't say that because, for some reason, you took it to mean "keep taking shots." Before I knew it, you were shitfaced.
"Chaco! Come sing with me!" You yanked the only girl I've known you to be comfortable with to her feet and ran toward the stage. You two danced, laughed without a care in the world, and hugged each other while singing love ballads. I watched you two as Toga tracked both of you with her eyes and pouted.
"I'm gonna get another drink," she said.
"So..." Sero guzzled the drink in his hand and tightened his arm around the strange girl's neck. Her curly hair shrouded her eyes, but her lips curled in delight. "How did this happen? Are you sure Ochaco can handle a sexy schoolgirl villain like a real man could?" Sero slurred his words at her as she pushed past him. The girl he was choking with his elbow frowned, shifting her weight in discomfort.
With a demonic glint in her eye, Toga scratched him on the arm.
"Don't press your luck, Tape Boy."
Then left.
I picked up where she left off. "We should be asking you the same thing," I commented. We stared each other down before Sero shrugged.
"She bought me a drink at the bar while I was waiting on you bozos."
"Says the drunken buzzard," Momo scoffed. "Hi, young lady. What is your name? Since your date doesn't want to introduce you."
The shy girl opened her mouth to speak, but Toga burst into the room and ran toward you and Ochaco, still in your carefree world. But she no longer looked like Toga.
"Hey, um, I think I just fucked up." She looked panicked, so I joined them, leaving Momo and Tenya canoodling in the corner. A stupified Sero was shocked to be staring at his clone.
"Is everything all right?" I asked, eyeing the girl who'd morphed into one of my best friends.
"I don't know. I'm not in this weird Class A friend group, so you tell me."
"Babe, what is it?" Ochaco softly asked, taking Toga's hand. The shape-shifter's face began to melt back into her own.
"...I just ran into Bakugo." The air grew cold.
"Wait, huh?" You wobbled in confusion. I wrapped my arm around your middle to steady you. You never drink. This was why. "Where?"
"Outside just now. I turned into Sero (yes, I licked your blood, you prink!) and walked past the room at the end of the hall. I don't know why I even looked in there, but there I was, staring at him, staring at me."
"Okay, so what happened next?" You asked, not hiding your impatience.
"I...waved," she replied, embarrassed.
"You. Waved." I repeated.
"Yeah. And he just stared at me like he'd seen a ghost, which was fair. I don't cosplay lame-ass dickheads very well."
"Who was he with?" I heard you grill. (Hm.)
"I don't know; I couldn't recognize the two girls and the other guy. I think one went to UA, but I couldn't get a good look because he bolted to the door, so I ran in before he could see which room I had entered."
Ochaco looked stressed. "Baby, are you sure he didn't see you enter?"
Toga shyly shrugged. "I tried my best."
Ochaco's head drifted between us. "What do you guys want to do?" You snatched the drink in her hand and downed it.
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We came back to my place. The rideshare ride was bumpy, and your body was punishing you for mixing tequila and vodka when I opened my front door.
"Shosho..." you churned, "I think I'm going to throw up!" I rushed you to the toilet, where you gagged and ejected breakfast, lunch, and the appetizers we had at the karaoke bar. As I nursed you back to health, I thought about why you decided to get wasted. Even though it didn't bother me, it was inconvenient that Bakugo had been there; things were frayed, at best, between the three of us, but you were trying, and I was trying to be supportive.
After your stomach was too empty to hack anything up, I laid you gingerly on my couch and turned away to make you miso soup and crackers. You grabbed my hand. "No," you whined. "Stay with me. Don't leave me, Shosh..." You were barely awake. I shushed you with a kiss on your lips and forehead.
"Just relax, Izuku. I'm not going anywhere other than to the kitchen. Be back in a jiff."
I spoonfed the soup as you nibbled the edges of the saltine crackers into a disk. You sipped some ginger ale and let out a satisfied burp. "Ah! I feel much better now. But my eyes are ringing."
"You likely won't in the morning unless you take this." I placed two paracetamol tablets into your open palm. "Here, it'll ease the ringing in your ears." You did as instructed and then eyed me with a different hunger.
Our clothes were off before you said weakly, "I...don't think I can handle too much right now." I hovered over you, searching your flushed face.
"So, no?" You looked up at me and bent your knee to my groin, rubbing it. I shuddered over you. We dry-humped and made out on my living room couch until we climaxed together. I collapsed onto your chest, stickiness gluing us together.
"I had a good time tonight," you said through sleepy lips. "I love our friends." You yawned and kissed my cheek. "I love being an 'us' with you, Shoto."
Who wants to be a buzzkill and ruin a tender moment with their sort of, kind of boyfriend? But it was eating me alive.
"Then, do you want to tell me why you haven't told Bakugo about us yet?"
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I'd be lying if I said I didn't know what I was doing when I got too drunk during our nights out with friends.
"Let's get another round, extras!" Bakugo said. He was standing at the bar, belligerent but in a social mood for once, and was working the crowd. It was our first year as full-time pros, and this was our first month off since crossing UA's stage. You needed the rest; I needed the relaxation. But we both ended up at a boys' night at Quirk Bar for Bakugo's birthday. It was only supposed to be for happy hour, but those drink deals ended three hours ago.
"Yeah, I could go for another round of tequila and lime," Sero said, looking at Iida, Yoarashi, Tetsutetsu, and Kirishima. The two pros with essentially the same Quirk were gridlocked in an hourlong arm wrestling battle but stopped to nod and give two wide-grinned thumbs up.
"Nerd? Icy Hot?"
But we both shook our heads. I hadn't passed my limit, but off of general principle as a pro, I refused to be intoxicated in public.
"No, I'm good, Kacchan. I have an early morning." You shook your head, sipping your water.
"Whatever, loser! You're drinking." You started to decline again, but he looked at me. "And you?"
"I'm good, too."
Bakugo rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Pussies." He turned back to the bartender. "Oi! Let me get one whiskey on the rocks—Macallan 18—and two rounds of Blanco. Oh, and a bowl of limes and salt!" He returned to the table and slid us two shots each. You groaned, and I giggled at your agony. You hated tequila. As strong as you are, you're such a lightweight.
I leaned on your shoulder. "It's going to be okay. You don't have to drink it; it's not like he can force it down your throat," I whispered. That made you laugh. You arched your eyebrow at me.
"You know who you're talking about, right?"
I straightened up, the thought occurring to me. "Right," I said, shaking my head. Bakugo would waterboard you if given the chance. "Well, I won't let him," I concluded, sneaking a kiss behind your ear.
Or so I thought.
"You two are always in your own world," Sero said. "What do you two be talking about?"
"Better yet, I have an idea," Bakugo said, cutting in. "Let's play a few rounds of Never Have I Ever; winner grabs the tab. I'll go first. Never have I ever given a damn about what these two losers are up to. Especially not on my birthday!" He downed his whiskey on the rocks in one gulp. When everyone else at the table grabbed a shot, he growled, "You guys are some freaky ass boys!"
"Hey, I'm just curious about what it's like running an agency together, is all," Sero said with a shrug before taking his shot. "They're so in sync." I cut my eyes at my best friend; I knew what he was doing. He flashed me a tight, smug grin—that sneaky bastard.
"They're two of my closest friends and colleagues, so I care about their welfare. That's the hero's way!" Tenya righteously said, knocking his back. He bit back the smooth alcohol's aftertaste.
"Yeah, what he said!" Kirishima and Tetsutetsu said, sucking on their lime slices. Yoarashi just laughed from his gut.
"I just think the chemistry between them is so fucking hot!"
"You don't have to yell everything, you know?" I told him. We'd become something along the lines of good friends since our teen years.
"Sorry, that's just how I talk," he boomed. "Wanna lick the salt off my hand, Todoroki?"
"No, thank you."
Bakugo was so annoyed about how much his dig backfired that he took a shot to stifle whatever he wanted to say. At least, that's the lie he told when Kirishima noticed and called him out for it.
"Never have I ever cared so fucking much about this fag shit friendship." It was ironic because the Big Three group chat told a different story. But who was I to humble him in front of our chaps?
"Drop it, Katsuki," I said, thinking nothing of his second shot at our expense. Bakugo's jealous side had been rearing its ugly head all evening, it was making you squirm, and it was tap-dancing on my last nerve.
He slammed his scotch glass on the bar table. "Don't tell me what to do, Zuko!"
I turned to you. "No rush, but I'm ready to dip whenever you are."
"Aw, come on, Todoroki, no! Deku, don't leave just because Bakugo's being a dick," Sero begged. "Just ignore him, and let's play the game. It sounds like fun."
"I agree with Sero. Notwithstanding the initial question, this can be a valuable bonding experience for our group's camaraderie. Strong friendships built on vulnerability are vital to a burgeoning hero's development!"
"Tenya, only can you say something so lame yet make it sound so manly," Kirishima said in awe. His cheeks were red, and so was the rest of him.
Bakugo's snarky attitude was in his look. "Nah, it's cool; I already clocked that shit. Deku and Half-and-Half are nothing but a couple of pussies."
You pushed out of your chair and stood up. "Shut up, Kacchan! We're in!" We exchanged looks. "What? I don't like when he talks to us like that," you pouted over my shoulder with a bashful shrug.
The game dragged on far too long to be fun anymore, but learning how many kinks and fetishes these pro heroes had was fascinating. (Who were these guys when none of us were around?!)
Even though Bakugo protested it, I took your shots for you because I knew your morning schedule like the back of my hand; it would knock you out from hearing your four a.m. alarm. So, by the time Bakugo and I were the last two playing, I was beyond fucked up.
"You can't keep up, huh, Todoroki?" Bakugo jeered. My eyes were fading in and out, but my Quirks were regulating my body temperature, so at least I was coherent and conscious of the fact that he was trying to bitch me into paying for another one of his benders.
"Nah, I'm good. Go."
"Never have I ever..." he eyed me, searching for something certifiable to take me down. "Never have I ever...I don't know, lost a sibling."
You gasped. "Kacchan! What the hell?"
"Woah, low-hanging fruit, Bakubro," Kirishima said, shaking his head. You tapped my shoulder.
"Hey, you sure you wanna take that shot? You don't look so good...and it's just a game, Todoroki. Don't let him get to you."
I'd officially hit that stage of drunkenness where everything is kawaii to me, so it tickled me how worried you sounded. Nothing Bakugo said could offend me. I took my last shot and shook my head from the alcohol burning down my raw throat. I turned to you, throwing my arm over your shoulder, and smiled.
"I said I'm good." Then looked at Bakugo. "It's my turn, yes?"
"Indeed," Iida said in a severe tone. All eyes were locked on me, but yours piercing my temple, made my heart skip several beats.
"Okay." I raised my last shot. "Just so that you know there's no bad blood." I took it to the head. You gasped, probably intuitively knowing what I was about to say. Everyone else's eyes widened in suspense. I looked across the table and focused my blurred vision on Bakugo.
"Never have I ever been rejected."
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The rest was hazy until you pulled my keys out of my pocket. My arm was slumped over your shoulder, and you propped me up by your side.
"Sheesh, Shoto, I told you not to take that last shot."
I knew we were home because you called me 'Shoto.'
"Gosh, why are your pants so tight? How can your balls breathe?" Your fumbling fingers reached dangerously close to my groin, and I perked up as you opened my apartment door.
"We're home," you announced, relieved. You gripped my midsection to lead me in, and our eyes locked. My heart began thumping in my ears.
"Ow!" I rubbed my head. "Izuku, my head hit the ceiling!" In truth, I was too drunk and distracted by your round, expressive face, wide mouth, and bright smile. Those perfectly placed freckles and your large, kind eyes. (Damn…Beyoncé, is this what you meant about being 'drunk in love'?)
"Oh, sorry! That's going to make your hangover tomorrow morning even worse. You're heavier than you look when you're deadweight. "
We stepped into the foyer, and you leaned me against the wall, but I couldn't wait.
"Aineedapee," I garbled, dancing like I had ants in my pants.
"Well, of course you do. You drank like a sailor with a death wish. Hey! Wait! Your shoes, Shoto, your shoes!" You spun around and grabbed me.
"Oh. Oops," I hiccuped. "I nearly forgot. Take my shoes off for me, Zuku?"
I leaned my hand on the wall, barely able to balance myself upright. I was wrestling with my shoes when your cool hand gently wrapped around my ankle.
"Oh, you must be rockstar wasted if you're calling me 'Zuku.' Here," you said softly. "Let me help you." You pulled on my shoestrings to loosen their knots.
"Okay, but hurry~"
You tugged on my heels one by one. I slipped out of my shoes and sprinted to the hallway bathroom like a villain was in pursuit. I made it just in time, but...
"Ack! Izuku!" I drunkenly whined. You rushed in.
"What? What's wrong?" You sounded as panicked as I felt.
"My belt buckle! I can't...Stuck!" My voice sounds garbled in my ears.
You sighed and chuckled. "Oh, Shoto. What am I going to do with you? This happens every time you drink past your limit." I felt your soft breath tickling my neck as you pressed against my back and wrapped your arms around my waist. You unfastened my belt buckle and the button of my jeans. "There. I told you your pants were too tight," you playfully admonished before giving the crook of my neck a quick kiss. I could feel you pulling away as I began relieving myself.
"Noooo!"
"Huh? What is it now, Shoto? Why are you pouting?"
"I keep missing the bowl."
"Huh?" I can't see you because my eyes are closed, but your groan told me I was right.
"Ah, Shoto! Baby, you're making a mess!"
I tried to stop. "I know..." I cracked an eye open to peek at you. "Help me?"
There was silence at first, except for the trickling sound of my stream. I know it was…a wild request— (but so?)
You let out a heavy sigh before I felt your warm, rugged hands take hold of my manhood. I reclined on your chest, relieved.
"You're lucky Drunk Shoto is cute."
"I'm not cute when I'm sober…?"
"Nope." I began to pout. "Dare I say, Sober Shoto is even cuter," you chuckled.
"Thanks, baby," I simpered, kissing your cheek. "I'm done now."
"Are you?" The purr in your voice flipped a switch in both of us. I peeked at your profile and clenched from the way you held me. A low rumble escaped my lips. "Hm. It doesn't sound like you are, Shoto." Your hand moved up my shaft in a smooth, slow stroke. I shuddered and felt myself leak. "See?"
Your gravelly voice in my ear, your breath heating the crook of my neck, the steady rhythm of freshly moistured hands rubbing my body— (when did you put on lotion?)
"FUCK," my breathing quickened as your fingers found my favorite tempo. "Izu... haaaa ...!"
"You shouldn't get so drunk that you need my help to begin with. But since we're here…" You picked up the pace. I trembled, and my knees gave way. But you're quick and catch me before I fall forward. "I'm sorry. It couldn't be helped," you said, pressing your groin against my ass.
"You did it on purpose," I hissed.
"So you say," you hummed in my ear, clearly enjoying your power over me.
As you nibbled on my earlobe, my drunk memories remind me how much I love it when you jerk me off. I get all sides of you actively engaged at once. I can feel your arousal, your need to excel, your desire to please me, and relieve me of this pressure with each rhythmic motion.
It turns me on.
My vision began to blur, and my mind was painting red. I was on edge...at the edge…waiting for you to finish the job for me.
"Izuku, slow down! I'm gonna-" I hissed.
"Hold it," you commanded in a low, ragged voice, circling your thumb on my head.
"Huh?" My eyes grew wild with desire when they met your glowing green eyes already penetrating, brooding with a craving only reserved for me. It was all too heady, and I got caught up, deeply kissing you, pressing you not to let me go.
But we've long become entangled in each other's sticky webs.
You slowed down, making long and deliberate strokes while never breaking eye contact.
"I said hold it, Shoto."
I did as I was told, but only because of the seductive sound of your voice against my ear. My thoughts left me minutes ago, and they no longer exist. My body, on autopilot, floated from intoxicated arousal and was weighed down by the sexual tension wrapped in your grip. My mouth slacked wide the second you bit down on my exposed neck, your speed increasing. A chilling shockwave came next, then the dull sound of panting—( was it coming from me or you?)
"Ahhhh...! Midoriya!" My breathing became erratic. I could not hold it any longer. "Okashite!"
"Huh? What was that?" You teased me, pulling. Hard. I'd lost all control of my senses.
"I said…" I grunted. "I said— shit! I'm going to cum! —fuck me, Izuku!" I gasped for air, tears rolling down my eyes. My heart was beating out of my chest.
"It's okay, Shoto. You don't have to beg," you calmly said, like my dick wasn't still under your mercy; like you didn't just make my knees give way and have my cum dripping down your fingertips into the toilet bowl. "I aim to please."
Still, something about the way you said it sent me over the edge.
After I climaxed, you cleaned me up and flushed the toilet. I leaned on the bathroom wall as you washed your hands, trying to slow my heart rate; the heady sensation from the handjob clearing my mind of the booze. One second, I was in a drunken, post-ejaculation stupor. The next, my ass was bare, and your hand was around my neck, pinning me against the wall, and my returned erection was halfway in your mouth.
I could barely catch my breath after the wind was snatched right out of my lungs and into your mouth. My brain was a pool of blissful cravings. My hips rotated with every motion you made. This was what I wanted, and I still couldn't believe how good it felt fucking your face. I looked down so I could take in how sexy you looked on your knees.
"That's it, that's a good boy, Zu…ku," I panted, gripping a tuft of your broccoli hair and tilting my head as you took in all of me. I looked up, and the view from the mirror was even better. Staring at our reflection, at you on your knees, your hands gripping my hips in place, the muscles in your back and arms flexing and tensing as your head bobs forward and back at my groin, taking in my fullness…this was performance art. I'm so glad I splurged on a new ceiling mirror.
You gagged. "Ack! Bae, you're tugging too hard," you frowned. But went back to your award-winning performance.
"Sorry, Izuku," I said, but I didn't let go. "You're just so good at making me feel good." My voice was jagged in my ear. "C'mere."
Your head craned up, your watery eyes confused. "But I'm not done."
"Neither am I. You're hot as fuck looking at me with my dick in your mouth." I pulled you up and licked the milky trail I left from the corners of your lips.
Hoisting you into my arms and inhaling your kisses, I moved our fun to the bedroom. I secured your legs around my waist and slipped my hands down your butt cheeks. You squirmed at the hot touch of my left fingers gripping your ass cheek and shivered over my cool right thumb pressing your rim. I always enjoyed watching how your body responds to my temperature play.
You made a sound I'd never heard before. "Shit, Shoto, that feels good !" My thumb pressed deeper.
Even though we'd both confessed our feelings countless times and worked and fought side-by-side daily, spending nearly every waking moment and sleepless night together, it'd only been a year in this new season of life. We were still testing out the waters of our relationship and flirting with the idea of being agency and romantic partners long-term.
And you were still getting comfortable going all the way with me.
Our long makeout and heavy petting sessions at UA had slowly but steadily progressed since graduation, though no one outside this bedroom knew that. So, while dating each other was still a new experience, and we weren't official yet, the flaming desire for this to last forever set ablaze within me.
But you're still a timid guy. Since college, I've noticed you were more comfortable and confident taking the lead when I was helpless without you; it was almost like you found your purpose in life in those moments. That was the only reason I drank past my limit on occasion— so that you would take care of me the way I took care of you when I was sober.
The room was dark but for the amber streetlights streaming in across your dark expression. You pulled back and surveyed my face.
"You are so beautiful to me," I softly said. "I wish I could have you all to myself."
I meant it. Family, friends, and superhuman society with all its myriad pro-hero responsibilities be damned.
"I just want you, Izuku." I leaned forward and sucked your lips. "Be my boyfriend, Midoriya."
"Hey," you stopped me in my tracks. "Shoto, are you going to remember this tomorrow? When you're sober again?"
I was halfway sober, but all the way there now. "Mmhmm." I reached for your mouth.
You swerved your head again, cocking an eyebrow. "Are you sure? Because you never seem to remember post-nut clarity."
I didn't say anything. My lips slowly brushed against yours. It wasn't true; I just saw how shy you became the morning after and didn't want to further embarrass you by saying something. But it wasn't the time for that conversation.
"Also," you breathed heavily. "I'm sorry Kacchan was such a dick tonight."
"Never apologize to me for him. I'd already forgotten about it, anyway."
It began to rain. Drizzles tapping the windowpanes matched our lips and noses lightly brushing together—a mutual yearning building like lightning.
"Shoto…" My tongue was in your mouth. Oh, I loved the taste of your mouth and the butterfly-soft sensations of our tongues playing tag.
"Izuku, I remember everything we do," I smirked lazily, flicking my tongue on yours. Welp, the cat was out of the bag. We did this occasionally; I'd play helpless, and you'd play the timely hero. "I know what's happening right now and want it to happen. So, will you? Officially be my boyfriend?" I returned to dotting your forehead, nose, and eyelids because I was too nervous to watch you decide. But before I could caress your cheeks, chin, and lips with more kisses, you nodded and pulled my head into your hands.
"You're going to have to ask me again when you're fully cognizant, though."
"I'll do whatever you want," I replied, devouring your mouth. You're a gentle but firm kisser, like your hero style and character. I'm the assertive one because your compassion makes me feel secure.
You're a kind constant in my world, but that doesn't mean you're predictable.
"Then…" I could feel your erection pressing against my chest and the muscles in your taint squeezing my two fingers loosening you up. "I want to put it in." Thunder struck.
My only thought was to keep on kissing you. I moved on from your lips, trailed your jawline to the pulse point in your neck, and lingered there. Each suck of the taut and salty flesh made you tremble more and harder under my touch. I savored how easily I made you weak for me. I sat you on the bed, kneeling on the mattress, and bit down on your neck. You shook and seized my arms, our matching bracelets clinking in the stillness, staring at me head-on.
The rushing of sheets of heavy rain filled the ambiance. "Hey, now…Shoto. You're playing a dangerous game seducing me like this. I'm too horny to be teased."
I pulled your shirt over your head, sucking on your nipples. "Does it feel like I'm teasing you?" I stopped unbuckling your belt. When you said nothing, I continued to undress you.
"No…it's just, I don't think I can hold back," you whispered in my ear through ragged breaths.
"Then, don't," I said, crashing us onto my bed.
As my back hit the mattress and you topped me, I was rewarded with the chance to gaze into your emerald eyes. Their sober, intense look caught me in an emotional torrent, drowning in a sudden rush of new feelings for you.
"I'm strong enough to handle it. You won't break me."
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.
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A vibrating phone woke me from my best sleep in weeks. We lay in bed, our bodies covered by the sheets in a post-coital cocoon, and my head and heart were splitting at the seams. Was it possible to love someone this much?
The sun was rising over the buildings outside my window. The vibrating wouldn't stop. I kept looking for its source. I angled my head to look at you slumbering on top of me while still feeling you inside me, then at the time—it's your phone vibrating from a shitload of texts from Bakugo. (Oh.) I averted my gaze to the time, half past four. (Well, there goes your early morning workout with Kota and All Might.)
Your messy hair shrouded your face, covering my chest, and a pool of drool slipped down your slack jaw. Your steady heartbeat drumming on top of mine, pounding under yours. BA-DUM-BA-DUM~BA-DUM-BA-DUM~BA-DUM-BA-DUM.
I'm so happy, I could break down and cry.
But I don't want to wake you. Besides, I'm not the crier in this relationship— you are.
That's when it hit me. This…relationship.
I stared at my boyfriend… (wow, it was surreal to say and know it was true finally). You looked so peaceful; it would be a crime to interrupt that. I couldn't wait to ask you again when you woke up.
Suddenly, you rolled next to me, your head hitting my other pillow—your pillow—like a cloud; a blissful, afterglow smile slapped across your mouth. I loved it when you slept in my bed like it was the sweetest place on earth. You looked satisfied. I know I am.
"I love you, Izuku. I hope this never ends."
I don't know if you heard me or were even conscious, but you shivered just then and pulled me in closer, using my Quirk to keep you warm.
But I couldn't stop thinking about the one text Bakugo sent you that I happened to read.
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"Deku and Dynamite just felled the sea king!" Faceless voices in the smoke cheer and gasp around me.
"Dynamite's back?!"
I surveyed the scene to find the hidden voices surrounding me. They didn't evacuate everyone? ( How reckless!)
It is not easy looking at you in this state. The flashbacks of the last time a scene similar to this played in my head, and I can feel my body trembling. It feels like PTSD. My mouth bubbles with saliva as I gasp for air.
It happens in an instant. Your head turns left and finds me, and my feet move on their own, running to you.
"Izuku! You're alive!"
You looked happy to see me, relieved as if you'd just seen me for the first time, as if you hadn't ignored me for miles. You were fast, faster than me.
"Of course, I'm alive, Shoto. I told you I'm not going anywhere." You said it so reassuringly, like we had all the time in the world, that I almost believed you.
But I knew—
My faith in you now wavers.
a/n: i'm hoping you are enjoying this bittersweet tale of two lovers, and that you enjoyed this chapter, too. did you like the lemony bits? i'd love to know your thoughts if you are bc writing this was PLUS ULTRA! so please leave a review and tell me what you're liking! yes, i'm fishing for feedback because writing is fun but also isolating, so it would be nice to know how my style and story are landing with strangers (who i appreciate reading my work very much) so that i can gauge my audience's feel of this story. but kudos and subs and bookmarks make me smile too! don't forget to read Book I: Bakugo's Inferno so that you can see both sides of this spindly heromance!
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