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⤷ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Ocean Breeze

pairings - roronoa zoro x fem!reader

a/n - fuck i love zoro sm

content includes - 18+ content so mdni. modern au. nudism/nudist beach. breeding kink. unprotected sex. various sex positions. swearing. lots of cumming. lots of sex bc yk im ovulating ;-; with fluff sprinkled about.

word count - 2.4k

“Is the AC unit still not working?!” you shouted from your corner-of-the-room cubicle to your co-worker at the opposite end of the room, dramatically wiping sweat from your forehead.

“Yeah…How’s it going on your end, anyway?” Your co-worker kept busy, not looking at you even during their response. Your sigh served as its own answer, looking down at your in-progress translation for whatever number manhwa panel you were on.

“You should visit the new nudist beach. You get to cool off in the pretty water and be an absolute perv—two of your favorite things.” Your co-worker responded monotonously, but you could easily sense their jest. You flipped them off, aware they weren’t looking, humorously hoping they at least felt the middle finger to some capacity.

But it honestly didn’t sound like such a bad idea now that you thought about it. You were working on the English translations for a steamy josei and had to translate the smutty chapters for today. You’d be lying if you weren’t a bit turned on…which didn’t help that it was actually hot. So, a nudist beach sounds like a delight.

After the workday finished, you hurried home, got changed into a bikini, and headed to the beach.

It was surprisingly hard to find.

There was only one road covered with heavy greenery. A small sign simply marked the entrance with “Au Naturel Bay” in a nice white cursive, with “nudist beach” in a smaller sans serif font and parenthesis, with a few low hanging vines slightly obscuring the sign. You chuckled to yourself at the name of the bay and parked as close as possible, heading to the entrance.

Your feet felt sand as you went through the tunnel of trees; at the end of the tunnel, the bright sun and sparkling water quickly met your eyes, almost blinding you.

You turn left and right, trying to scope out your surroundings, taken aback by the great expanse of the bay before you. After gathering your bearings, you set off to a more barren area, which was very far from the opening…quickly noticing why people set up close to the way out.

You pass a few jovial people who wave hello and greet you with carefree smiles. There was a small instinct to tug at your towel and bikini. Ironically, you felt out of place. To quell that feeling, you physically shake your head to clear it, building up the same carefree mindset as ‌everyone else as you walked farther out and set up camp there.

As the last few finishing touches, you pitched ‌a small pop-up tent at the edge of the dense shrubbery and for what felt like several hours—struggled to put up the wind screen.

A faint voice cut through your cursing.

“H-hey. E-excuse me!” Your ears finally register the familiar rough voice calling for your attention. You whip your head around to meet the voice. Your green-haired, bare-assed (and absolutely hung) ex in front of you takes you aback. You quickly fix your eyes to meet his.

“You need help?” He asks with a hand on his hip.

“Uhh…yeah! That’d be great, thank you.” Two parts of your mind were at war with each other; there was one part of you that didn’t mind this interaction and found it to be normal, but there was another part of you that mentally slapped yourself for not sending him on his way.

Sure—the breakup with Zoro wasn’t terrible. Its end was as amicable as it could be, even though‌ both of you didn’t want the relationship to end; opposing life circumstances proved to be a strong rift that “couple goals” couldn’t fix.

And here you are, face-to-face with your ex and a flurry of feelings seeing him again after a long time to accompany you.

Zoro coached you through setting up the wind screens with his gentle and calm demeanor, casually throwing in a couple jokes here and there. Your heart recognized this fluttering feeling; something reminiscent of a happier time. So naturally, when you and Zoro finished up…you knew it’d feel a bit painful to send him off…again.

So…you chose not to. Because—fuck it, why not?!

“Hey, Zo. I brought some sashimi, sushi, and drinks…if you wanna hang out for a bit?” You say the last bit rather meekly; trailing off.

Zoro adorns a small smirk and gives you a solid, singular nod before sitting down next to your chair on the blanket you had laid down.

You bring out the food and drinks, talking about anything and everything. Even “cheers-ing” every time you two crack open a new beer.

“I’m surprised you're at a nudist beach.” You take a long sip of your beer, eyes not leaving Zoro’s.

“I’m not surprised you’re here,” he says with a chuckle as you roll your eyes.

“I just wanted to try something new, I guess. I overheard Sanji mention it to Robin and Nami…and I thought it’d be an experience of some sort. Luckily, it's been a good one.” Zoro raised and tipped his can to you, and you clinked it with his, with both of you taking a sip afterwards.

The day went on like that for a couple more hours before the heat started getting to you.

You reached for your hair clip and put up your hair. But even that wasn’t staving off the heat.

“I think I’m gonna jump in the water now. It's too fuckin’ hot.” You get up and motion Zoro to follow. He obeys, and you both dive into the water with a vast space between you and any other people. You joke to Zoro how it’s nice not to have the smell and feel of sunscreen attack you; calling back to a previous summer beach trip that resulted in washing your face forever to get off the forty-odd people’s sunscreen off you both.

Then, silence fell between you both as a cruise ship caught your eye in the far distance.

“So, how is life on the cruise ship,” you say stoically. Zoro noticeably shifts uncomfortably.

“I quit,” he stated plainly. Your head whipped to him again with your mouth agape.

“It was nice to have friendships on the ship, but I missed having someone to sleep next to.” Zoro stared at the ship with a mix of pain and longing in his eyes.

“You had my number. Why didn’t you text me? You knew I didn’t wanna let you go either.” You wade closer to Zoro, bodies only inches apart.

“I felt scared and, not to mention—busy. I’m an armorer now, so that takes up a lot of my time…but at least I’m home now.” Zoro turns to you and meets your eyes with a soft face and a heartfelt smile. And there was that sweet twinkle in his eye that he only got when he looked at you full of love. You could never get tired of that look.

Zoro places a hand at the small of your back and pulls you in. Your heart skips a beat as your lips collide with his, immediately feeling yourself melt into his touch. The kiss deepens as your tongues dance with each other.

Your hum interrupts that kiss as you break apart for a second to confess, “I’m so fucking turned on right now. I just need-” Zoro cuts you off with another deep kiss before pulling apart again and taking your hand, guiding you out of the water and back to the pop-up tent.

“Can I?” Zoro’s index fingers tugged at your bikini top and bottom. “Oh god yes,” you say breathlessly. Zoro wastes no time and strips you naked, taking a nipple into his mouth—sucking, tugging, and licking with ‌insatiable hunger.

You grab his right hand and insert his middle and ring in your mouth, swirling and coating his fingers. He instantly knows what to do and places his coated fingers on your clit, giving it a little teasing rub before sliding to your entrance and dipping his fingers in not even halfway.

“Stop teasing me, asshole. We both need this.” You take your index and poke his forehead, internally cursing yourself because his head actually pulled back from your poke, essentially pulling your nipple with it.

“Agh~ Fuck, that was stupid of me.” You laugh. Zoro hums around your breast and continues teasing your clit until he gives in to you and inserts both fingers deep inside your pussy. Zoro moans around your breast at how tight you are. You couldn’t help but moan too at his thick fingers fingering you at an unbelievable pace..

“Z~ Gimmie your cock, please~” You push him off your breast for easier access to him as you wrap your hand around his aching cock, pumping it tantalizingly.

“Anything for you.” He carefully removes his fingers out of you and places them into your mouth. He bites his lip as he feels your tongue seductively lick and suck your essence off his digits. His cock twitched in response, excited to be in place of his fingers soon.

“H-how do ya wanna do this?” You ask, a little shy. Zoro’s the last man you’ve been with, and it's been years since you last had him, so sex became unfamiliar territory yet again.

“You still stretch every morning, yeah?” You blink continuously with no clue as to where this was going but nod ‘yes’ regardless.

Zoro gently lays you down on your back, grabbing one of your legs and holds it to his chest as he straddles your other thigh, lining himself up. You get more comfortable by propping yourself up with one arm, holding your head in your hand, watching as Zoro's length slowly disappears into you.

“Fuck, you’re still big as hell.” You laugh breathlessly.

“Hah~ And you’re still squeezing the hell out of me.” He bucks his hips in response.

“Mmpfh~ Fuck, Zo. Keep going!” You beg. Zoro lets out a cocky ‘yeah?’ and grabs a tighter hold of your leg, pounding his dick in and out of you mercilessly.

After several seconds, Zoro realized he had to pace himself. Taking his time to kiss and bite up and down your secured leg whilst slowly thrusting from tip to hilt—really letting you feel every inch of him intimately.

“God, I’ve missed you.” You say and practically collapse from bliss, upper body just sprawling out, letting Zoro do as he pleases..

“Angel, I’ve missed you more.” Zoro lets your leg go and drops down to you, giving you a quick kiss before having you wrap your arms around his neck, resting them on his shoulders, as he bears down on his forearms.

You nuzzle your noses together, sharing quick kisses every second, before Zoro picks up the pace and fucks deep into you—not even taking himself out halfway before slamming his hips into yours.

The feeling changed as both of you sensed your climaxes coming. The knots in your stomachs came undone and burst into an intense and addicting sensation.

“Fffuck~ Gotta p-pull out-” Zoro tried to pull back, but you swiftly wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him to his hilt. He was surprised by you, but absolutely relished in the feeling of cumming deep inside you.

“This is even better~” Zoro put his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes as he came down his high. Rocking his hips as he panted, never wanting his climax to end.

You nip at his bottom lip before giving him a deep kiss.

“...Uhm, Z?” you whisper reluctantly.

“Yes, doll?” He kisses from your cheekbone to your collarbone.

“I’m still horny.” You whine out. Zoro just laughed before tapping your thigh, signaling for you to get up. You follow along and eventually end up on your hands and knees, facing the water.

“Why am I like this now? Not that I’m complaining cos this view is stunning-” Zoro slapped your ass lightly, having you jolt and quiet down.

“Cos I’m gonna have you ride my face with that beautiful, wet pussy.” Zoro laid down, looking up at his stunning view and watched as you lowered yourself onto his mouth. You moaned out as soon as his tongue made contact with your clit. Zoro hummed in response, gripping your ass with both his hands, steading you and simultaneously filling his need to feel you.

You pushed yourself up from doggy position and gripped onto Zoro’s green locks, grinding your hips back and forth as you feel him suck and prod passionately.

“Just like that-just like that. So fucking good-” you cry out before pausing as a couple passes by, stopping you in your tracks.

Zoro doesn’t let up despite you letting him know. All he mumbles out is, “Who cares” and “Enjoy yourself.” With little thought due to a completely fucked out brain, you agree with him and continue to ride his face.

Zoro’s cock ached tending to you. He took hold of his length and jerked himself off to relieve some tension. You turned, feeling the shift in his body, and saw him pumping his big length which sent shockwaves of arousal through you. You couldn’t help but shout out and grind even more as you came undone.

“Fuck, just pound me out already. I can’t take anymore!” You go back to doggy position and arch your back. Your mind became preoccupied again as your eyes were still laser focused on the couple yards away and also still trying to catch your breath.

“I’m assuming inside again?” Zoro questions, snapping your attention back to him. You ‘mhmm’ with a smile on your face and wiggle your ass. Zoro slaps your ass harder this time and you behave (for now).

“Let them know my name, yeah?” Zoro jests. You scoff and shortly later—gasp sharply as Zoro just slams himself into you to his hilt. You instantly feel arousing bliss, practically in peace almost.

“Fuck, Zo! ‘S fucking good.” You shout and feel his cock twitch in response. He was actually surprised you did that, but fell even more in love afterward.

“God that’s a fucking turn on. Holy shit~” Zoro’s head lulled back as you took over, fucking back onto his cock, not wanting to break momentum.

“Fuckkk, I’m gonna cum already!~” Zoro ghosted his hand on your back as a pseudo-stabilizer as he came deep inside your pussy.

Rocking his hips slowly and pulling out lazily before collapsing beside you onto his back, you follow suit and intertwine hands, sharing a breathless giggle—just being happy to be in each other's presence.

#roronoa zoro smut #zoro smut #fanfic #zoro fanfic #zoro x reader

⤷ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Heat-of-the-Moment Mistake

pairings - naofumi iwatani x queen mirellia

a/n - bf brought up naofumi x mirellia, and now I must entertain the possibility.

content includes - 18+ content so mdni. infidelity. lots of tit play. breeding kink. anti-hero naofumi slipping and letting his soft side show sporadically.

"Still seething from the discovery of Myne and the King’s choices, Naofumi falls upon the Queen’s mind shortly after she tells him of her plan for the two. Angry at her husband and against her better judgement, her thoughts for Naofumi turn lustful. He was only a few rooms away, recovering. In the heat of the moment, Queen Mirellia once more enters the Shield Hero's room to ask a favor of him. Surprisingly, Naofumi accepts for his own reason: to stick it to that trash king and that bitch Myne."

Mirellia sat at the foot of her bed with a heavy sigh, hoping that it would release some tension, but she constantly found herself right back at square one with tense shoulders.

It had been a painfully long day of being “Queen Mirellia Q.. Melromarc” and a lot weighed on her mind since telling Naofumi about her plans for her husband and daughter.

She sat pondering for hours, not even noticing the sun setting or the moon rising.

Somewhere down the line, Naofumi fell upon her mind. It started off as appreciating him for being the Shield Hero…until it morphed into daydreaming about him in a lewd manner.

She couldn’t believe she was acting like this; how un-royal of her it was.

There were small pangs of guilt that pecked at Mirellia, but being so overcome, she pushed the guilt aside and completely engulfed herself in the idea of having the Shield Hero touch and be inside of her.

Mirellia shifts her corseted dress down as her boobs spill out as a result and began playing with her tits before going to see Naofumi to curb her lust a bit.

She propped herself with one hand and massaged her breast and ghosted the pads of her fingers over her nipple with the other, jolting a bit before rolling her hips and moaning out.

Repositioning and propping herself onto her elbows, Mirellia played with one breast and licked and sucked on her other.

Mirellia could feel the slick between her legs. She writhed and tightly crossed her legs, trying to get as much friction out of it as she could.

Staying like that for several minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed Naofumi badly.

Fixing her dress, trying to look somewhat presentable even with flushed cheeks, she made her way to Naofumi’s room.

Upon opening the door a smidge, she saw the three girls bundled up on the floor while Naofumi stared out the window.

Mirellia slowly entered the room so as to not wake the girls. Naofumi caught her dress in the corner of his eye and turned to face her.

Mirellia didn’t even know where to start. A part of her wanted to make something up and completely forget this, but the feeling of her slick and throbbing core pushed her forward.

“I-I have a favor to ask of you, Shield Hero.” She clutched her necklace as she spoke as confidently as possible.

“Naofumi.” He corrected her.

“Naofumi…I need you—r help.” She clutched her necklace tighter. Naofumi’s eyebrow raised in question.

This was it. This was her chance. She already messed up once, it can’t happen again. “I need you, Naofumi,” Mirellia said with utmost certainty.

Naofumi immediately understood, putting two and two together from her tone and look of lust.

With a tinge of spite lacing his response, Naofumi says yes to Mirellia and ushers her back to her room to let the three girls in his room remain asleep.

Naofumi closes Mirellia’s door behind him and leans against it with arms crossed.

“Go on,” says Naofumi. With a worsening blush spread across her face, Mirellia decides to ask for his help in unlacing her dress. Naofumi can’t help but get hard as he strips her.

The Queen takes over and slides the dress off, both of them watching it drop to the ground. Mirellia turns around and Naofumi goes straight for her tits.

“O-oh, Sir Shield Hero~” Mirellia quickly covers her mouth, embarrassed by the loud and lewd noises Naofumi elicited from her.

Naofumi moves down her body till he stops at her mound and begins licking and prodding at it. He holds Mirellia steady as she wobbles, legs shaking from the feeling. It's been so long since she's felt such electricity shake her.

Naofumi urges Mirellia to sit on the edge of her vanity and spread her legs. She does as told and Naofumi dives back in, making sure to look at her as he eats her out.

Naofumi internally punished himself for enjoying this as much as he did. In the back of his mind, he didn’t know why he was doing this initially but it felt like a way to get back at the two people he couldn’t stand the most, knowing that between himself and Mirellia, this terrible secret would shatter the king and Myne.

The more Naofumi buried his face into Mirellia’s pussy, the less his mind began to function. With the last string of consciousness, Naofumi’s eyes darkened and surrendered himself to this blissful reward.

“Mirellia,” Naofumi said through his tongue prodding at her clit.

“Y-yes?” Mirellia whimpered.

“Play with your tits till you cum for me, okay?” Naofumi begged, quickly entered two fingers inside her and relished in Mirellia’s gasp as he moved his fingers at a rapid pace.

She couldn’t help it now. Mirellia let out loud wanton moans and groans as the accumulation of playing with her tits and Naofumi’s fingers started to build.

“Feels good?” Naofumi questioned, unknowingly bringing Mirellia to her climax with his voice.

“Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! Ah Naofumi!~” Mirellia’s body convulsed as her toes curled, watching Naofumi’s face get covered in her essence.

“Fuck,” Naofumi whispered—looking down at his aching hard on.

“D-do you want to put it inside?” Mirellia spoke in a meek voice, still quite turned on.

Naofumi’s eyes widened. Taking his hard on into account, he gladly accepted and laid on Mirellia’s bed, propping his head up with a pillow before pulling his pants down a bit.

Mirellia watched as his cock sprung out and stood at attention with precum beading at the head.

Naofumi spat in his hand and pumped his cock a bit, lubing it up.

“Ready?” Mirellia asked as she crawled onto the bed and swung her legs to straddle him.

Naofumi nodded, licking his lips as he watched Mirellia’s dripping pussy swallow his cock up until it disappeared.

They both moaned out in pleasure and relief.

Mirellia bounced on his dick, slamming herself down onto him, enjoying the feeling of his entire cock filling her up.

Naofumi placed his hand on her hips, moving them with her. A few seconds later, he starts caressing her hips. Mirellia felt goosebumps wrack her at his gentle touch.

Mirellia’s eyes met Naofumi’s, then motioned to her chest. Naofumi understood. Moving both hands from her hips, Naofumi grabbed both her bouncing tits and massaged, teased and smacked at them.

Without a second thought, Naofumi pulled Mirellia in and kissed her intensely, stopping her from riding him, before putting her in a slightly tight bear hug and pounding his cock in and out of her pussy.

Mirellia wailed into the kiss, completely fucked out of her mind.

Pulling apart for air, faces mere inches from each other as Naofumi continued pounding into her.

Naofumi had a mischievous look on his face and teased at making Mirellia another child.

“How ‘bout, your majesty…having the Shield Hero’s baby? Hmm? Should I fill you up?” Naofumi panted as he taunted Mirellia.

She was so enamored by the idea that she almost let him cum in her, nodding her head like crazy, but Naofumi had enough sense for the both of them to lift her off and cum all over her and his stomach.

Mirellia laid down next to him, catching her breath alongside Naofumi.

They didn’t speak for what felt like hours. But eventually coming down from their highs and the silence they clean up and go back to “normal,” awkwardly normal for the both of them, albeit as normal as it can get.

#naofumi iwatani #naofumi iwatani fanfic #naofumi iwatani smut #nsfw #mdni please #tw mdni #the rising of the shield hero fanfiction #queen mirellia smut #mirellia q melromarc smut #naofumi x mirellia #naofumi smut

ugh gotta think of a new user…i feel like if an irl saw this acc they’d know its me

⟣ Drummer!Katsuki and Singer!Izuku HC

ᝰ pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x Izuku Midoriya

ᝰ summary: Headcanon abt drummer Katsuki and singer Izuku, where Izuku writes a love song about Katsuki.

ᝰ a/n: Yay more bkdk stuff (not a whole fic but cut me some slack i’ve gotten lazy after my unforeseen hiatus life made me take.) <3 Also...happy pride month!

ᝰ content includes: an author who has zero concept of musical artistry or terminology but has a bkdk heart that just won't quit. clueless bakugo. supportive kaminari and kirishima. sappy, lovey-dovey good times. happy ending.

⟣ Bandmates!Katsuki and Izuku try their hardest to hide their feelings for each other, but that crumbles when Izuku writes a song about Katsuki.

⟣ Singer!Izuku sits in the recording studio and pulls up his untitled track, cursor hovering over the pause button, wondering if he really wants to sing this right now. Reluctantly, he presses play and picks up where he left off.

⟣ Drummer!Katsuki overhears Izuku singing and comes into the studio with critiques and comments right off the bat:

He points at the paper with a hand on Izuku’s shoulder, hovering over him. “The lyrics sound weird here. Put them here.”

He taps his drumstick on Izuku’s forehead. “Don’t forget to leave me a solo somewhere.”

He twirls in the chair and exclaims, “Yesss, your voice sounds sick at the end. I love when you belt.”

And when it’s almost time to leave, Katsuki will ask with a calm voice, “Izu, sing this part for me again…Yeah, I like it. Nice work.” Then he’d pat Izuku on the back and exit as if he didn’t make Izuku’s heart skip several beats.

⟣ Bassist!Ejiro and Guitarist!Denki snickers when they hear Izuku recording the song over and over again, trying to polish it and get the best vocals for it.

⟣ Eventually, after enough media coverage and Izuku performing it for the millionth time, it finally clicks in Katsuki’s head...

“So I’m your muse, huh?” That devilishly smug grin and piercing red eyes meet Izuku's flushed face. Izuku can't help but crash his body into Katuski's, laying his head on Katsuki's shoulder, utterly embarrassed yet happy he finally noticed.

⟣ Katsuki's favorite thing to do is rile the crowd up by drumming the intro of Izuku’s song during intermission. Izuku rolls his eyes with a smile as he drinks water.

⟣ Ejiro and Denki start a “Kiss!” chant every concert after the song finishes. Katsuki plays into it and beckons Izuku over with a single finger before grabbing Izuku’s face and smashing their lips together amidst the roaring crowd…and roaring bandmates.

⟣ In private, though, Katsuki found the demo of the song and plays it whenever he feels down, simply relishing in the fumbled words, rambling, laughter, paper crumpling, and pure passion Izuku gave through it all.

#bkdk fanfic #bkdk headcanon #izuku midoriya #singer izuku midoriya #kastuki bakugo #drummer kastuki bakugo #bkdk fic #bkdk fluff #bakudeku #mha bkdk #bnha bkdk

❯❯❯❯❯ UPDATE :

for returning readers of pennedbyagemini: i’m still here! just busy and ill, but still here and writing when i can!!

☁︎ . . . " In Vino Veritas "

ᝰ pairings: pro hero!katsuki bakugo x U.A teacher!izuku midoriya

ᝰ summary: Ever since the war 7 years ago, Izuku's been plagued by terrible nightmares. After a particularly traumatic memory surfaces in his nightmare, Izuku reaches his breaking point and turns to alcohol as a solution. Before it becomes egregious, Katsuki shows up as a shoulder to cry on. As the saying goes, in vino veritas: in wine there is truth.

ᝰ a/n: For some added context, I'd like to think this takes place a year before Izuku gets his suit. I wanted this fic to be the start of their relationship but that didn't feel right at all so its more hurt/comfort. On another note, I'm thinking of making a BKDK series called "Crimson Daggers and Emerald Reveries." I'm just not sure what my ideas are for it. And while I took a break from writing, I read a really good BKDK fanfic called "Never See You Cry" by magsworld on ao3, I greatly recommend it. Anyway, sorry for the angsty fic, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thank you for reading! ❤︎, Penned by a Gemini

ᝰ content includes: hurt/comfort, nightmares, izuku's first time using alcohol to numb the pain, slight horror elements in his nightmare, katsuki's 'death' scene, for the most part its a platonic relationship (but izuku defintely has some feelings that he's not recognizing), i.e. katsuki comforts izuku

The familiar ache in his chest…it was back. Izuku remembers this feeling from years ago. What was it from again? Oh…that’s right.

When he laid eyes on Kacchan, body splayed out on the concrete.

Again. That aching pain wracked every fiber of his being.

In a matter of seconds, Izuku went from seeing pitch black to his vision blooming in that exact, already lived, scenario; Edgeshot pumped Katsuki’s heart as evident by Katsuki’s body recoiling from the compressions, with Best Jeanist by his side, while the other heroes tried fending off Shigaraki.

But somehow, this version wasn’t playing out like the original. Katsuki remained lifeless. The heroes won…but at what cost?

Izuku hated it. This isn’t how it went. Why is his childhood friend laying in a casket? This funeral shouldn’t be happening.

Izuku stood frozen in place among his classmates, family, friends, and pro heroes—mourning the loss of Katsuki. Everyone in attendance sobbed and stared at the casket in disbelief. For Izuku, the pain was indescribable. He just wanted it to be over.

Shaking his head as tears flowed down his face, Izuku felt a nudge; looking up through blurred vision…it was All Might. With a soft expression, All Might suggested Izuku go up to the casket and say his goodbyes. Almost against his will, Izuku stands before Katsuki’s open casket and sobs to the floor, feeling so numb.

“Hey.”

“Hey!”

Izuku looks up and jumps back. Katsuki, whose arm is outstretched and has a suffocating grip on Izuku’s wrist, stares directly into Izuku’s eyes and says, expressionless…

“Wake up.”

“GAH!” Izuku lunges forward, panting, and frantically looks around, trying to gather himself.

He recognizes he’s at his desk, it's nighttime, and something’s got his arm…

Izuku whips his head to his left and notices his students' papers were trapping him. A heavy sigh leaves him as he wiggles his arm out from under the fallen stacks of paperwork. Still half-asleep, Izuku throws himself out of his chair and into the bathroom.

Izuku checks the time…12:42am. A bar has gotta be open.

Looking one up on his phone, he heads there. When he opens the door to the establishment, it’s not too busy. People are mostly occupying the tables rather than the bar, so Izuku takes a seat at the very end of ‌the bar, making sure he’s snug against the wall.

“What’ll ya be having?” Izuku’s head darts up.

“Old Fashioned, please,” he answers with a weak grin.

“Ya mind if I card ya?” the bartender asks with a cheeky smile.

Izuku chuckles a bit before pulling out his ID. “I don’t mind at all,” he responds softly.

The bartender briefly looks at the ID and hands it back with a nod, which Izuku returns, still holding onto that weak, cordial grin that threatens to break.

The bartender moves away and starts working on his drink. Izuku finally relaxes a bit; his body melting into the seat and the safety of the corner wall.

After several seconds of people-watching, Izuku noticed the bartender coming back over. He fixes his posture, ready to receive his drink.

“Here ya go.” The bartender slid Izuku’s drink to him and leaned on his forearm to make sure Izuku knew he was talking to him.

“You’re too young to let whatever ya got goin’ on in that head keep you down.” There was a pause; Izuku couldn’t help but nod.

“Extra cherry for your troubles. Buck up, kiddo.” The bartender gave Izuku a pat on the shoulder before tending to another customer.

There was an infinitesimal moment of joy when Izuku tasted the cherry, but it didn’t last long.

Eventually, after 3 Old Fashioned’s, the bartender cut him off of the alcohol…not so much the cherries.

“More, please.” Izuku held out the empty shot glass that was once filled with delightful maraschino cherries.

“Alright. But after this…no more! You gotta go home after this, okay? It’s 4am,” the bartender said sincerely.

Izuku slumped down in his seat, chin resting on the wooden bar top, with arms still outstretched and holding the glass. He took a second before reluctantly nodding his head. The bartender took the glass and filled it up, handing it back to Izuku, who was sporting a drunken smile.

Such peaceful bliss didn’t last very long when a familiar voice called to Izuku.

“Hey, Teach. Don’t you have classes today?” Izuku’s body tensed up. He quickly clutched his head, fighting back the terrible memories and that awful nightmare.

“H-hey, Kacchan. What are you doing out so late?” Izuku tried to deflect as best as his drunken self would allow.

“Answer me first.” Katsuki walked up to the bar, leaned against it with an arm propped up on the bar top, looking straight at Izuku. Izuku tried his best not to make eye contact with him, only focusing on his cherries instead.

“U-uh yeah. I was thinking of calling out…o-or maybe I’ll still go. I dunno.”

“I think calling out is the right idea. Showing up to work drunk probably isn’t the best, nor is it helpful for molding the brats minds.” Katsuki stole the toothpick from Izuku’s hand and collected all but one cherry on it, before popping all of them in his mouth. Izuku watched as he did it, mouth ajar, feeling a bit distraught but also flustered.

“Finish the last one, then let's go. I’m done patrolling for the night” Katsuki stabbed the last cherry for Izuku and held it out to him. Izuku grabbed it, still in awe, and ate the last cherry—that seemingly tasted just a bit sweeter than the others this time.

Izuku clumsily got off the barstool and paid his tab. Making sure to give the bartender a generous tip for all his kind words. The bartender wished Izuku the best of luck as Izuku continued to wave at him with a big smile as Katsuki helped the emerald-eyed klutz walk out the establishment as steadily as possible.

Luckily, the sidewalk was empty, so it allotted for much wobbling and stumbling.

“God, Izuku. I haven’t had to come to your rescue in a bit. What the hell's gotten into you?” Katsuki muttered, constantly adjusting his grip on the other as Izuku kept wiggling loose.

“Yeah…what has gotten into me?” Izuku asked introspectively. Unintentionally making himself remember the nightmare.

Katsuki quickly picked up on Izuku’s change in demeanor.

“C’mon. What’s wrong with you?” Katsuki’s tone softened.

Izuku felt his whole body tremble…then came the tears.

Izuku stumbled to the wall of some random store. As his body slowly slid down the wall, he first started to sob and then came the rambling, just like he used to when he’d over-analyze with such passion. Only this time it came from agony and grief with Izuku wondering what would have happened if he never got pulled by Himiko Toga, or if he had gotten to the Coffin in the Sky faster. Would Katsuki have been spared such trauma? Would Izuku never have seen the terrifying sight of Katsuki laying motionless?

What if, after what if—when Izuku accidentally weaved his biggest nightmare into his rambling.

“-Kaachan…”

“What if you died and I lost you forever?”

Katsuki’s eyes widened astronomically. Instead of questioning Izuku, he first berated himself. How could he not see his friend hurting before? Why now when it was too late.

“Ugh, you damn nerd! Why didn’t you say something!? If you didn’t wanna tell me, why not tell round face or four-eyes?” Katuski raised his voice, though laced with concern.

“I thought I could handle it,” Izuku spoke through broken sobs.

“Oh yeah? You’re handling it real well, Deku.” Katuski paced back and forth, still upset.

“Kacchan, please don’t be mad at me.” Izuku bowed his head. Katsuki stopped pacing when he realized his anger was being misinterpreted by Izuku.

“I’m-I’m not upset at you, Izu. I’m mad at myself for not seeing it sooner. I just want you to always be honest with me.” Katsuki walked over to Izuku and crouched down to his level, extending his right arm to lay a compassionate hand on Izuku’s head.

“I tried my best to hide it—to deal with it myself. But I’ve been so stressed lately that this one really got me.” Izuku patted Katsuki’s hand before they both retracted.

“What are you talking about?”

Izuku brought his head up and told him, never breaking eye contact, as he bore his soul and nightmares to Katsuki.

“Ever since our fight with Shigaraki and AFO, I’ve been having nightmares. Depending on how stressed I am or if there’s certain triggers, I can have numerous nightmares at night. B-b-but it’s not like I have them every night!” Izuku waved his hands back and forth, wearing an exhausted and nervous smile as he frantically tried to cover up the severity once he saw Katsuki’s face darken with sadness.

“Quit it with the downplaying. I told you Izuku—honesty.” Katsuki’s crimson eyes pierced Izuku’s emeralds.

“O-okay. But it's true I don't have them every night—which I’m very grateful for.”

“What are your triggers then?”

“Well y’know, when we get to the war in history class or…anytime you get hurt.” Izuku had an embarrassed sort of smile saying the last part.

Oh Izuku, Katsuki thought to himself. His brows furrowed not in anger but in shared grief.

“I’m sorry, Izuku.” Katsuki let himself truly feel every inch of sadness since dying, being revived, and healing.

Katsuki slowly melted into Izuku’s arms. Immediately in response, Izuku enveloped him in a warm hug.

“Kacchan, it's not your fault,” Izuku said in a whisper.

“I know. I’m just sorry you had to see me like that.” Katsuki rested his forehead on Izuku’s shoulder.

After several seconds of silence, Katsuki pulls away and says, “Let’s get you home yeah? You smell like whiskey and cherries.”

Katsuki discreetly wipes away stray tears while Izuku stumbles to get up.

“My place is kind of a mess by the way, so just ignore it please.” Izuku tries to cut through the tense night.

“We’ve seen each other bloodied and bruised, you think I care about the state of your place?” Katsuki retorted, knowing full well that when Izuku went back to sleep, he’d just tidy up the place here and there for him.

“Kacchan,” Izuku said meekly, still feeling sad.

“Sorry, sorry. Too soon.” Katsuki wraps his arm around Izuku and sways him back and forth, just as little less violently than he usually does.

“Kacchan!” Izuku breaks from his hold and runs to the alley to heave.

“Oh, shit! I forgot you’re drunk.” Katsuki laughs boisterously at Izuku's expense.

#my hero academy fanfiction #boku no hero academia fanfiction #fanfic #hurt/comfort #teacher izuku #pro hero bakugou #dynamight #katsuki bakugo fic #izuku midoriya fic #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #mha bkdk #bakudeku #bkdk angst #bkdk fanfic #bkdk fic #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

⟣ . . . " My Hero "

ᝰ pairings: pro hero!katsuki bakugo x pro hero!fem!reader

ᝰ summary: A sexist journalist makes a shitty comment to Bakugo about you and Bakugo defends you fiercely.

ᝰ a/n: This wasn't in the list of fic ideas but its 3am and the words just came to me lol. Happy accident :) Also, lmk what hero name you used for the insert your own hero name! I've always clung to Solar Flare, if I was isekai'd into mha x) Thank you for reading! ❤︎, Penned by a Gemini

ᝰ content includes: fem reader (she/her), swearing, sexism, angry bakugo, protective bakugo, good ole’ justice served

“Ah-yeah—Dynamight! Over here.” The journalist raises his hand. With a smug face, Bakugo points at him, signaling the guy to ask his question.

“Since confirming your relationship with (your pro hero name)…what’s your opinion on your girlfriend's new hero costume? Don’t you think it seems too unnecessarily revealing for someone who’s quirk has nothing to do with needing such an egregious amount of skin exposure. One might find it…distracting and inappropriate for hero work. Maybe it’s more on par with Playboy.”

A few of the other male journalists could be heard stifling their giggles, while many of the female journalists looked visibly uncomfortable. Some pulling their skirts down more or others buttoning up one more button on their blouse or holding their clipboard to their chest with tightly crossed arms.

Bakugo took notice. The journalist didn’t let up.

“But it also seems in character for a female pro hero to do such a thing to their costume, considering she is dropping on the charts-“

He couldn’t take it anymore. Bakugo jumped straight for the journalist and got up in his face, yelling and screaming at him to ‘shut the fuck up before he knocks some much needed sense into the man.’

The journalist wailed and cowered behind the cluster of film crews and their cameras. Bakugo gently pushed the film crew out of the way, exposing the journalist who had fallen to the floor, and spoke to him sternly.

“She has already discussed this matter. She fucking hated overheating in her bulky costume so she changed it and loves the new one. The excessive overheating was making her ill—and I can vouch for that because I’ve had to take her to the hospital many times for it. And y’know…it sucks having to see the person you love in so much pain and ya can’t do a damn thing about it.”

The journalist's lip quivered. Bakugo decided to drive his point further by bending over and staring straight in the man's eyes as he whispered.

“How-fucking-dare you insult her costume and her rank. None of that shit matters…y’know why?”

The man shook his head ‘no’ intensely.

“Because she’s saving people twice as fast than before. And what are you doing? You’re here wasting my fucking time by attacking the love of my life’s character and choices, ya damn loser.” Bakugo paused.

The journalist tried to mutter out an apology but kept stuttering, fearful.

“So…it’d be in your best interest to never let me see your face ever again. Or so help me.” Bakugo pushed off him and began walking away to a familiar figure closing the distance. You.

“Y-y-you can’t say that! Heroes don’t make threats! Write this down you idiots, Dynamight’s threatened me.” He waved his finger at the other journalists. Most notably, the female journalists all clicked their pens and pretended to ignore him whilst the male journalists stood in shock.

“This’ll tank your rating too!” The man spewed one last idiotic notion.

Bakugo wrapped his arm around your waist and firmly pulled you to his side. You gasped, not sure what was happening since you just got there.

“She and I bring in true results. As far as I’m concerned…Those popularity votes can kiss my ass. Hey! Make sure to get a good shot of this…and you’d all better make the headline good.” The film crew and photographers quickly panned to you and Bakugo, where Bakugo dipped you and gave you the most passionate kiss that your feelings of surprise quickly dissipated into butterflies.

Bakugo finally pulled a few inches away from you just to look you in the eyes and say with a big smile on his face: “I love you, my hero.”

#katsuki bakugo x reader #kastuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo fic #fluff #fluff fic #protective bakugo #pro hero bakugou #great explosion murder god dynamight #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #bnha fic #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia x reader

⟣ . . . " Working Overtime "

ᝰ pairings: kento nanami x reader x yu haibara

ᝰ summary: The bartender and bouncer love giving attention to their fave dancer after the club closes. But what happens when the dancer confesses their feelings to them both?

ᝰ a/n: After a month away, I bring this Kento and Yu smut. Tbh, I'm not super proud of my writing for this but I love those two so much that I just needed to finish this. I felt like I was just rambling on while also breaking up my writing to avoid that (which is why there's so many dividers, sorry) but my tags do say PwP so there's definitely plot lmao. I didn't want to rush over the forming of relationships, especially polyamorous ones, in fear of misrepresenting it. So yeah...lots of plot. But! I ended it off on a high note (smut obvi). Hopefully this makes up for my absence. Thank you for reading, truly! ❤︎, Penned by a Gemini

ᝰ content includes: PwP always, fem!reader (she/her), M/F/M, AU where Kento's a bartender, Yu's a bouncer, and reader's a pole dancer, polyamorous relationship, no P in V, lots of fingering, clit play, pussy eating, everyone cums yayy, kento and yu aren't attracted to e/o but maybe that can change in a part two fic, who knows

“Alrighty, everyone! Any stragglers needa leave asap, please and thank you! We are closed now, and we’re closed tomorrow, byeee.” Yu ushered the last bit of partiers, who had zero concept of what time it was and only had the next bar on their minds, out of the club.

Closing the doors behind him as he grabs a nearby towel to clean sticky, liquor-spilled tables, completely pushing the idea of what else might be on the tables to the back of his mind, his head darts up at the sudden resume of blaring music.

“REALLY Y/N?” Yu shouts over the music in a joking manner, just enough for you to faintly hear him as you make your grand entrance from behind the red velvet curtain, approaching the pole in a seductive manner, adorning a playful smile.

You dance on the pole more freely this time. Omitting much use of your ass and back-arching. It’s as if you’re trying not to appeal as eye candy to lust-filled men, but rather performing an art and simply having a fun time. Yu couldn’t help but match your smile too.

Regardless, he couldn’t help but get hard from your outfit. He discreetly punched himself in the thigh as punishment. But he's always adored the way your tights hugged your thighs.

“Here.” Yu jumped a bit, and his eyes shook back and forth in surprise. Nanami generously put the drink within Yu’s view so he could grab it without having to take his eyes off you.

Yu turned to Nanami and gave a quick enthusiastic nod and big smile as a ‘thanks’ while Nanami nodded back, not that Yu saw it with how fast he turned back to you, but it was within Nanami’s gentlemanly code to return the thanks nonetheless.

Nanami took a seat on the table next to a mesmerized Yu, as your mere presence garnered his attention.

That’s what Nanami loved most about tending the bar. He’d get to see you dance, and just for a sliver of a second, he’d see your facade slip, and you’d end up dancing just as you are now before reverting back to entertainer.

As the song concluded, you got down on your knees at the very front of the stage and beckoned the two over.

Yu followed like a moth drawn to a flame.

Nanami, with a drink in his hand for you, was as casual as ever.

You caress Yu’s head and finish off with a heavy pat, lingering for just a second too long before grabbing the drink from Nanami’s outstretched hand.

“Ooo! Today's Saturday special mocktail, I assume?” You say, rather excitedly. Nanami cracks a small smile and nods, explaining the drink contents to you as you take a sip, humming in approval.

“This place would be doomed without you, Nana. You too, Yu! I’m so glad to have met you both. I didn’t know work could actually be fun.” The pair’s faces suddenly grew flush at your sincerity, and it wasn’t like there was any alcohol in your system to weaken your genuineness.

After staring into space for a couple seconds, your head whips back to the two, and you open your mouth to talk but hesitate at the last second.

They stare, waiting for you to say something. Welp, there was never really the perfect time to say it. So, you take a deep breath and commit.

“Please listen to me before saying anything. But I adore you both. An adoration that far surpasses friendship.” You fiddle with the drink in your hand as you continue.

“Nanami, you and I were hired practically at the same time. So we basically grew and learned together. After some time, I realized I had some very deep feelings for you that just wouldn’t go away. You make me feel seen…understood. Most importantly: safe. But I was so afraid of rejection because that’d mean I’d have to see my favorite bartender pretend I’m not up on stage. That you’d pretend I don’t exist anymore because you couldn’t return my feelings.” You looked at Nanami with somber eyes. He could only slowly nod and process.

You moved on to Yu.

“Yu, you’ve only been here for a couple years. Far less than Nanami and I, but you caught my attention right away. All the bouncers we’ve had were so mean and vile at times. But you’re so loud…bright…a pure kind of happiness.” You say the last word with a tinge of jealousy.

“You live authentically. No routine. No scheme. No barrier or wall. You’re hidden behind no mask. And that’s so rare…because no one here besides you has that. You’re like the sun; experiencing you just brightens my day." You reach out to Yu and stroke his cheek with beads of tears pooling in your eyes.

“I came to realize my feelings for you about a few months ago. I didn’t wanna say anything until I was sure. It felt so sudden, and admitting it to myself felt too soon to be true.” Your hand drops from his face as you look at your drink, too embarrassed and scared to speak.

Nanami clears his throat. “Well, I can’t imagine what a flower like you would look like without the sun.” Yu chuckled at Nanami’s flirting, which complimented Yu’s character rather than his own, which earned Nanami a light elbow to the side from Yu.

“I’m not exactly sure what to say aside from the fact that I have similar feelings.” Nanami says straight-faced, as if he’s in a business meeting. Cheery Yu butts in with a ‘I feel the same too.’ You laugh so hard in relief you could almost cry.

"But…" Nanami cuts through the commotion. “I don’t know where this goes from here.” Yu nods in acknowledgement rather than agreement.

You follow along with Yu and nod till an appropriate response pops up.

“Uhmm…this isn’t traditional, but I'd like to be with you both.” You pick up courage and confidence halfway through and end on a strong note, alternating assured eye contact between the two.

“Ahhh,” Yu exclaims in a confirming way. “You’re a ‘have your cake and eat it too’ kind of girl. Well, I’m all for it. I’m a good boy—I know how to share.” Yu winks at you and Nanami, suddenly growing excited and completely moving away from the feelings of uncertainty.

“I need to think about this and what it entails. I promise I will text or call or let you know in person as soon as I reach an answer. Okay?” Nanami says with a heartfelt, deep tone. You nod slowly in agreement with a small pang of pain striking your heart.

“But, please, don’t let my reservations disrupt you two in the exploration of your relationship.” Nanami grabbed everyone’s glasses and swiftly washed them before packing up and saying his goodbyes.

“Well… I say celebrations are in order, maybe? Shall I treat you to dinner, flower?” Yu says in a jokingly seductive way. You return the sentiment as happily as you could without knowing Nanami’s answer for now.

“Thank you for dinner, Yu. Truly.” You lead him into your apartment and go to the bathroom to freshen up.

After about an hour in the bathroom, you emerge in a wine-red mini nightgown, finding Yu comfortably sprawled out on your couch.

Your laugh startles Yu and he automatically sits up, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry. It’s just a really comfy couch. I don’t have one in my apartment.”

“...And I certainly don’t have one of those in my apartment either.” Yu points to the pole in the sparse corner of the apartment. You roll your eyes at his comment and feel your face blush, forgetting that not everyone has a stripper pole in their space.

You walk over and sit beside him. “Did you wanna wash up too?” You ask innocently, trying to insinuate him staying over.

“I’m good. I don’t have any clothes.” You roll your eyes with a breathy sigh and nudge him.

“I have oversized clothes. I’ll wash your stuff when you’re in the shower.” You rebut quickly.

“No, really, it's okay.” Yu pulls you in for a side hug—completely oblivious. You push off his chest and look him dead in the eyes.

“Yu. I would like it if you stayed over.” You say it matter-of-factly. His eyes widened and put two and two together on why you kept pushing.

“Set up your favorite movie for us before bed?” Yu said as he quickly scurried to the bathroom. You give him an enthusiastic nod and thumbs up, eventually collecting his clothes to wash.

Hearing the bathroom door open, you divert your eyes from your phone and see a fresh Yu with wet hair and water droplets that make his whole chest glisten.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yu notices you staring and stands in a tempting pose as he brushes his hands through his hair, pretending that he doesn’t see you.

“U-uhm, I got the movie set up and ready to watch.” Still in a trance, you watch his every movement in awe.

“You okay?” He inquires cheekily.

You nod, eyes locked on his chest. “Just my first time seeing you shirtless.” You admit, then turn your attention to the TV.

"Well, it's my first time sleeping at my girlfriend's place.” Your eyes widen at his confession.

“I’ll make it worth your while.” You wink and pat the empty spot on the couch. Yu happily waltzes over and cuddles up to you with a big smile on his face, memorizing your scent and taking in the warmth he feels presently.

“-ey…wake u-…Y/N…helloooo~” Your eyes struggle to open, still falling in and out of sleep.

Yu, at your bedside, waves a piece of bacon below your nose, and you finally open your eyes to look for the source of the smell.

“Hey! Good morning.” Yu puts the bacon in his mouth and places a kiss on your head. Your mouth drops agape, sad because you wanted to eat it.

You kick him in the back playfully as retaliation. Yu merely laughs and points to the living room, telling you there’s a whole bunch of bacon and other breakfast items waiting to be devoured by you.

You nudge him to get out of the way and dramatically roll off the bed to go wash up.

“So, what should we do today?” Yu asks. You tap your fork on the empty plate in front of you, too full to think straight.

“It was a long night. Maybe we should get some coffee at that cute cafe you’ve been talking about.” Yu suggests—cutting through the silence.

You nod enthusiastically and run off to get dressed.

You both had spent just about the entire day learning about each other, showing each other and telling each other your favorite things.

At one point you looked up to the sky again for no particular reason other than just wanting to look at the sun, only to realize that it had moved the complete opposite direction, which prompted you to glance at your watch and realize it was almost dinnertime.

“Time flies when you’re having fun, no?” It was Yu’s turn to nudge you playfully. You giggle and agree. Before you could pose the question of dinner plans, you heard a text notification.

You had individual ringtones for the special people in your life, so it was a dead giveaway that Nanami was texting you.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous as to what you’d see, but excitement eclipsed worry, and you looked at the message.

At first, you let out a small, breathy laugh and throw your head back. Where it then morphs into a more crazy, breath-stealing cackle. Yu only stares at you with wide eyes in a surprised expression, waiting for you to say something.

You sigh in relief with a smile on your face and turn your head to Yu and say it with a soft tone.

“Nanami’s coming over to make us dinner. He wants to talk about the relationship.” You encapsulate Yu in a big hug, and Yu smiles at your brimming warmth. He’s merely happy that you’re happy. Nothing feels better to him than being happy together.

After Nanami’s text, Yu decided it would be a good idea to start walking home. You agreed but asked to stop and get a little dessert for after the dinner. How could Yu say no? And with a small-sized chocolate cake in hand—plus some other things you couldn’t leave the store without after taking ages to choose—and a pep in your step, the both of you head to the apartment and enter expeditiously.

Much to your surprise, Nanami had so graciously let himself inside and was already halfway through dinner.

“Sorry for the intrusion. But I figured instead of waiting for you, I’d just let myself in with the spare key you gave me a while back.” Nanami said rather flatly as he focused on spooning the melted golden butter onto the steak.

“No worries. That’s what the spare was for.” You say teasingly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Nanami crack a small smile.

“We brought cake~” Yu grabs the cake from your hands and waves it around Nanami’s face for a couple seconds before sliding it into the fridge, while you dump all your other treasures in the farthest corner of the countertop.

“Ah, I see you’ve gotten to experience shopping with her.” Nanami pulls out the asparagus and brussels sprouts from the oven, setting them on the stovetop.

“Yeah.” Yu nods egregiously with a goofy, jokingly exasperated tone. You stick your tongue out at both of them.

Cutting through the several seconds of silence, Nanami asks you two to take a seat. A bit apprehensively, you two take your seats.

“So,” Nanami expertly whips out two wine glasses in the middle of his pause. “I’ve had some time to think about your sweet confession.” He pauses again as he pours an even amount of wine into both your glasses.

“I would like to be with you too. But, in a V-structure—not a throuple.” Nanami places the wine bottle down and leans with his forearms on the counter and hands clasped together, making sure to look at both of you equally.

Nanami could see Yu’s confusion as well as your own mixture of confusion and joy.

“Oh man, you had your nose in a book about this stuff.” Yu says in a teasing way. Nanami brushes it off, used to such a response, and continues on.

“We’d be the first polyamorous couple I know. This is very important to me, Yu. I’d like to describe and name it accurately to the best of my ability—if possible.” Yu shrinks in his seat a bit. You nod in understanding.

Nanami clears his throat and pivots to making the plates for you and Yu as he finishes his thought.

“As I was saying. I’m not attracted to Yu, but I have no issues with you being with him. Emotionally or sexually.” That last bit made you blush, considering you had thought about sleeping with Yu last night but decided against it and just enjoyed watching TV together.

“Yu, would it bother you if I were with Y/N in those ways?” Nanami’s eyes pierced Yu’s—not in a malicious way by any means; it was just an intense look of sincerity. Yu quickly shook his head ‘no.’

“As far as I know, I’m not attracted to you, Nanami—even though you’ve given me so many free drinks over the years.” Yu winks, lightening the mood a bit but not completely destroying the seriousness. “Whatever makes our flower happy.”

Your face kept growing hotter and hotter. It felt insane and surreal to be loved so dearly by these two, and it hadn’t even been a week with them officially. But you should’ve known that if they could make you feel so safe and special before your confession, then it would be no different now that you’re official.

“Let’s just promise to be open and honest with each other. Every thought, every question—no hesitation—just the comfortability to simply say it." Nanami adds with a light smile. You and Yu can’t help but match his smile.

Setting the plates down, Nanami gestures to the food in front of you two as a way to encourage you to start eating, to which you go ahead and dig right in.

Finally, Nanami pours a glass of wine for himself and sits next to you.

There you sat, sandwiched between your new boyfriends. Eating a meal made with care, surrounded by a space that will accumulate even more memories.

After cleaning up, Nanami pours the three of you an even amount of whatever was left in the wine bottle before properly discarding it.

A bit wine-drunk, you all find a seat on the couch and start chatting about anything and everything—and somehow, the discussion lands on the pole again.

With a very, very small slur of speech, Yu questions, “Is it fun to pole dance?”

You laugh at his seriousness. “Yeah! It’s also physically demanding at times, too. But when I watch the videos I take of me practicing, it looks so cool to see myself. I feel like I’m floating." You stretch out your arms and close your eyes, remembering the feeling of spinning on the pole, before relaxing back into the plushness of the couch.

“...W-would you care to demonstrate?” Nanami spoke into his glass, eyes piercing yours with a hint of lust shadowing them, before taking a languid sip. You bite your lip before you reply.

“Of course.” Your eyes bounce from Yu to Nanami as you respond seductively, tossing the blanket from your lap onto Yu. Yu lightly wolf whistles and ‘whoos’ as you tipsily waltz over to the pole—as if you were at the club performing on stage.

Yu grabs your phone and quickly put on your pole dancing mix. You shoot him a wink as a thank you, then look over your shoulder at Nanami with enchanting, half-lidded eyes—almost beckoning Nanami to keep his eyes on you as you work through the motions.

The two men were mesmerized watching you spin and twirl about the pole to the music. It felt so sinful and dirty to closely watch your every movement. Yu couldn’t help but grip his pants, feeling his length harden. While Nanami took one last big gulp of his wine, finishing it off, before getting up and strolling over to spoon you.

You gasp, feeling Nanami’s crotch against your ass and the warmth of his hand on your hip while the other hand rests above yours on the pole. You push back on him, feeling his breath shake, before grinding into you.

Yu couldn’t do it anymore. Getting up and standing in front of you, he gently places his hand on your face before connecting your lips. His lips were so soft. You both held onto the memory of the taste of berries as you kissed. You go so far as to nip and bite Yu’s bottom lip as you feel Nanami start to undress your bottom half.

You break the kiss when Nanami snaps your panty line against your skin. You quickly hook your fingers around the band and strip, throwing it to the side. You start taking off your top, and Yu offers his help while Nanami unhooks your bra.

Finally naked, you realize how clothed the guys are and seek to change that.

“Both of you. Strip. Please.” The two men practically ripped their clothes off as they followed your request. When they were down to nothing as well, you couldn’t help but brush your fingertips over their cock heads. They gasped in unison. You essentially melted right then and there.

“Spit.” You tell both men, and they spit onto their lengths, which you swiftly coated your hands and their cocks with. Yu moaned aloud lazily. Nanami threw his head back and groaned.

You grow impatient and start jerking them off quicker and quicker, relishing in their expressions.

Nanami grabs your wrist and spins you. Still pumping Yu’s cock up and down, bent over, almost face-to-face with his leaking cocktip—Nanami coated two of his fingers and ran them up and down your slit before bullying his way past your entrance.

“MMPfhh!~” You tried your hardest to stifle yourself, ultimately failing, but Nanami loved your efforts—yet he loved you being vocal much more.

Nanami switched between teasing you with shallow fingering to deep twisting. Also needing some relief, he fucked his cock into his fist, getting off to the sight of your tight pussy clenching and creaming around his large fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, my love.” Nanami whispered through gritted teeth and moans.

“Y-y/n. S-stop. I’m g’na cum. Fffuckk~” Yu shot ropes of ivory all over your face. Spasming from the intense climax, he cried out your name as if it were the last time he’d ever say it.

“Such a good boy, Yu~” You lick up what you could on your face.

Nanami could see the look of disappointment on Yu’s face for not being able to last long, almost feeling pity for him, until Nanami felt something snap within him—completely startling himself—before moaning in short breaths as he realized he was gonna cum from jerking himself off while fingering you.

“Nanami~” Oh god. Your voice was just what he needed to send him over the edge.

Nanami removes his fingers from your pussy, and you whine at the loss of warmth.

In a strangled moan, Nanami says your name in a hoarse whisper as he coats your ass with his cum, slowing his pumps until he’s left a panting mess like Yu.

Nanami lightly taps your ass cheek, signaling for you to get up, and you do just that.

Following his guidance, he has you lean against the pole with your legs spread.

“Eager to please, aren’t we?” You tease Nanami as he gets on his knees.

“C’mere, Yu… Since you don’t mind sharing.” You glide your fingers up and down your slit—tantalizing—watching Yu swiftly move to his knees, practically shoulder to shoulder with Nanami, eager to please.

“Can we?” Yu asks with eyes laser-focused on your pussy. You hum in approval, and Yu wastes no time in burying his face in your wetness.

Nanami grabs your right leg and rests it on his left shoulder to give himself more space to enjoy your slick alongside Yu.

“Ughh~ Your mouths feel so good.” You steadied yourself by grabbing the pole overhead, grinding down and rolling your hips to deepen their tongues.

“Be good." Nanami warns. You whimper and stop moving.

With his right hand, Nanami uses two digits and re-enters you. You throw your head back at the feeling again. Nanami slowly moves in and out while his and Yu’s tongues speed up.

“Mmmpf-f-fuck! Ah~ Wait~” You cry out and arch your back, feeling your body tighten as your arousal builds.

Yu uses his thumb to pull your mound upward and expose more of your clit. You watch as the two men grow more passionate. Their needy eyes keep contact with yours as they focus solely on your sensitive clit. Rapidly flicking their tongues on the nub, humming to you as you ramble on about how good it feels.

Nanami quickens his fingers to match his and Yu’s tongue's pace and savors the sound of your breathless pleas. You feel a heat building in your lower stomach—you’re close.

You buck against them. Watching the two men fumble to reposition themselves back on your clit, sometimes with their tongues clashing as they lap over each other, even taking turns flicking your clit with the tip of their tongues.

Nanami's grip on your thigh tightens as he feels your breath deepen, coaxing you into your orgasm.

“Y-Yu! Nanami!~” You shout out their names as a series of panting moans leave your body. Cumming hard, you cover Nanami’s fingers and soak Yu's and Nanami’s faces. They didn’t let up either, intent on giving you the best orgasm you’d remember forever.

It was only when you felt it become too much, too intense, that you pushed their heads away and Nanami exited your core.

You slid down the pole, exhausted.

“That…that was amazing.” You giggle, combing your hand through your hair.

“Water.” Nanami says it like a reminder to himself. Getting up and retrieving your water bottle, taking a quick swig for himself before handing it over to you. You drink and pass it to Yu. He gets his fill, sets it to your side, and slaps both his thighs as he propels himself upward to his feet, eyes moving from you and Nanami.

“I’m gonna get the shower ready! Love you, flower~” Yu leans over to give you a kiss on the head and walks away.

“I’m gonna move your snacks to the coffee table. I adore you, my love.” Nanami gives you a forehead kiss, tucking strands of your loose hair behind your ear before walking away.

You giggle with childlike joy and lie down for a moment just to kick and flail in a moment of expressing and releasing all your energetic happiness, feeling so, so happy to be loved by two incredible men.