"fuck, baby.. please, stay still," she says, pressing her cheek to the inside of your plush thigh, one hand holding it open while the other was sliding the handle of the game controller up and down your soaked panties. the round end of the controller pressing to your clit every time before she slides it down to the wet patch right on your folds, circling it with the hard surface. your hips buckle, trying to chase the small amount of friction you were having: puffy folds already so so sensitive and clinging to your penties uncomfortably.
"that's it, you think you can fit it in?" she chuckles at her own question, thinking about it. the handle was short, round and thick, if it was about to push into you… not more than just few millimeters, right? but that'd be so cute. "it'll smell like you.." she added in breathless voice, placing a kiss on your thigh before tapping the hard handle over your clothed pussy again, pressing on the clit.
"won't fit!" you protested, shaking your head. the pleasure of the plastic handle of her controller was weirdly too good, every time you tried to move your knees together she would push them even further apart.
she pouted at your protest, knowing you were right: it probably wouldn't even be possible as we speak, but the thought made her head spin. she sighed, kissing your thigh again before pushing these soaked panties to the side with her long fingers, stroking your folds now directly with the controller. they were parting, making wet sounds every time she moved the handle up and down, then pressed it harder which only made you squirm and whimper.
"kyo...scoot over..." you grumbled into the back of kyoka's neck, arm haphazardly draped over her waist. "m'at the wall..."
"can't. denki's fat ass is taking up half the bed," she grumbled back, shoving him slightly.
denki groaned in pain, flipping over the face you two. "i heard that! i'm right here you know!"
"if you heard that, then scoot over!"
denki rolled his eyes and with a huff, reluctantly scooted over slightly. your back thanked him for not having to be shoved against the cold wall any longer. finally, some room to breathe...
"denki, i swear to god, get your cold toes away from me-" kyoka had reached under the blanket to untangle his legs from her's.
"GOD, WHY IS EVERYONE ATTACKING ME TODAY!" he whined, burying his face into kyoka's chest.
"we're not. you just need to learn to not take up so much space when there's three of us squished into one bed," you sat up slightly as you rubbed your eye. you leaned over the two to grab your phone.
"time?"
"...bit past 5. we napped longer than i thought we would."
"eh, we have time before we need to leave. get back down and join the pile..." kyokahummed.
you set your phone back down before curling up to the two, tangling your legs with their's.
"i feel left out as the big spoon..." you joked.
kyoka sighed dramatically before flipping onto her back. "jeez, come here..."
you snuggled up to her side, arm slightly brushing over denki's before he reached to grab your hand.
"would you guys still love me if i was a worm...?" he whispered.
kyoka tugged his hair slightly to shut him up while you pulled your hand from his grasp to flick his nose. "shut up."
[iida is a man of duty(obviously)and right now, his duty is ensuring the high standards of U.A. High School dorm protocols are strictly followed. He marches down the hallway of the Class 1-A dorms]
Then, he freezes.
[As he passes by Jirou's room, a sound comes from the inside. It isn't the usual music or bass guitar, it's a soft murmur... AND INTIMATE?!]
"Y/N... I can't breathe when you're this close to me you know..."
"Shh, don't speak, it's getting good! Beside, Do you really believe your complaint is genuine?~"
[Outside, iida's glasses practically shatter from pure shock. He thinks–"In U.A. housing?! Broad daylight?!"]
[Before his brain could think about the action, iida's discipline takes over. He grabs the handle and opens the door with a BANG, his arm instantly chopping the air]
iida : You two are kissing!! That is a massive wrong of dorm regulations! Romance must be within appropriate boundaries and—
He stops in his tracks.
[The room is quiet because of iida. Jirou is laying down on her stomach and so is Y/N right next to her, both of them are next to each other with a fantasy book lay open in front of them. iida realises this is NOT the action they were doing]
[Jirou's face instantly blushes, her jacks twitching violently at what iida just said. Y/N stays silent for a sec before turning his head at Jirou]
M!Reader : Really? Jirou, why didn't you tell me? I would have put my book down...
Is fucking your entire friend group 'for the team ?' Well.. yea !! It just so happens they're all also stupid hot.
Extra : Should be six parts not including this prologue and an epilogue. Fem reader, Bakugou centered x reader. smut obvi
When your best friend, Mina Ashido, and other close friend, Eijirou Kirishima wont do anything about the sexual tension thats been going on for two years now, your entire friend groups eventually gets fed up.
Being the closest to Mina, the responsibility gets put on you to get them to finally fuck. And pressure is getting higher. Every time they get touchy but act like they aren't during smoke sessions is going to be the last straw to make everyone vomit on them. But knowing Mina, it's at a heinous price. Looks like you'll just have to take one for the team.
You were a well accomplished student, getting accepted into UA at 15 and ranking #2 in the Entrance Exam.
Second only to infamous Katsuki Bakugou, against his will, you forced your way into being one of his early friends at UA, despite his rude personality. I guess being "not super weak like the other extras" had its perks.
The friendships grew quickly, every day the first week a new person would sit with Katsuki. He never thought he'd meet so many people, let alone get used to their company.
"I'm only here to succeed !" He shouted roughly, slightly spitting, one day at the usual table during your first year. Your main group, Sero, Mina, Jirou, Denki, and Kirishima, just kinda sighed with a smile and accepted his attitude. You, however, perked up and laughed back at him.
"By the end of our Hero Training," You looked up towards Katsuki, "You're going to say 'we're here to succeed !"
Though he laughed at it at the time, calling you corny, here you all were. Throughout all the shit UA put you all through, work studies, fucking wara, and literally living together, the 'Bakusquad' was beyond a doubt one of the strongest friends groups in the entire Academy. In terms of physical abilities, and emotional connection alike.
And tonight, you were all going to succeed at getting into a real club for the first time.
"You want me to WHAT ?" You sat dumbfounded, in front of Minas holywood lighted mirror. You were doing your lipgloss, ready for the nerve wracking night out, when she finally gave in to your demand of two years.
You see, now being in your third year at UA, watching Mina and Kirishima steal glances at eachother, brushing hands while walking, falling asleep on each other, eye fucking at every party, posting eachother constantly, always flirting, drunk kissing once during spin the bottle and suddenly only making eye contact with the others lips.. your entire friend group just needed them to fuck and shut up about it already.
Sero and Denki had already been begging you to do something about it since the beginning of your second year, and Jirou got fed up with it completely by the end of the same one. Katsuki was a different story, never seeming to comment on or even notice anything romantic. He just was rude and yelled regardless of feelings. Honestly, it impressed you how he could insult Kirishima on his hair, teeth, eyes, the way he pronounces "cinnamon", and more before calling out the boner in his sweats.
"Thats right !" She giggled, dancing a little out of pure joy. What a sadist. "I want you to fuck everyone else in our friend group first !! ☆" You sighed, clearly not understanding what the point in this was. "Besides, I need to know if Kiris any good !"
Your hand smudged the pink tinted gloss across your cheek after you gasped and jumped in your (her) chair. " Eww !! Kirishima too ?There's really no way you want me to do that.. right ?" You nervously laughed at Mina, who'd only practiced and honed her abilities to put people in the most drama-inducing, best story to tell in 20 years situations. Her smile was not the usual joking one you knew.
Class 3-A, especially her closest friends, knew better than anyone that once Mina Ashido set her mind to something, there was no stopping her. Obviously, if you didn't want to, you knew you didnt have to and that she wouldn't force you. The issue you is..
A) You have NO idea when she'll have an offer like this again.
B) You aren't thaaaaat against the idea....
"Cmon.. were all super close ! Besides, youre hella fuckin hot ! And I knew you thought Kiri was back in our first year tooooo" She got close to you, winking in your face, emphasizing her point.
"But.. we're all just friends.. and that was freshman year, hes yours girl. Besides, none of them would go that far with me, right ?" You nervously held back sweat, truly youd only embarrass yourself by attempting this.
"Youre soooo oblivious ! One night before I have him locked away isnt the end of the world" Mina cried out, though you couldn't help laugh at the humor. She threw her leg over yours and looked down at you. "Want me to prove it to you ? Prove that everyone in that group chat wouldn't think twice about taking you ?"
"Thats different," You pouted, pulling her further onto your lap. "We've made out a million times already, and we're both girls.."
She used her palms to tilt your head up slightly, her black and yellow eyes gleaming mischievously into yours. "Jirous a girl."
"Me and Jirou have also made out a million times.. she also doesn't count.." She rocked her hips against yours, rubbing her clit right just above yours. "Mina.." You whined. "Just because we have chemistry doesn't mean me and the others will."
She hummed, "Are you really best friends if you don't have sexual chemistry ?", finally pressing herself hard against your clothed clit finally. The pressure felt nice, a perfect, pleasurable feeling in contrast to the heavy task at hand. "Let me calm you down, and besides I know some stuff that might help." She pressed a kiss to your cheek, running her hands up your back. Anything to keep the smoke sesh's pg-13 I guess. You gave her upper thighs a soft squeeze, setting the tone and pushing her on slightly.
"The boys have said quite a few flattering things about you.." She peppered soft kisses on the corner of your mouth, you closed your eyes, letting the velvety pushes flutter down your jaw. "Oh, and you already know Jirous lesbian ass has said the worst stuff.." Her lips mumbled against your neck. Hmm. Well an ego boost never hurts either.. You're especially curious if Katsuki - Idontdoromance - Bakugou has said anything about you.. Fuck it.
1. He Becomes Quiet & Withdrawn – The loud, brash, explosive Bakugo everyone knew is gone. He doesn’t yell anymore, doesn’t argue, doesn’t snap at people the way he used to. He just… exists.
2. Stops Hanging Out with Friends – Kirishima, Mina, Denki, and Sero try their best to get him out, but he refuses. When he does show up, he barely talks. Just sits there, eyes unfocused, lost in his own world.
3. Blames Himself – Even if it wasn’t his fault, he convinces himself that he could’ve done something. That if he had just been stronger, faster, better—he could have saved you. It eats him up inside.
4. Still Talks to You – Late at night, when he’s alone, he’ll talk out loud like you’re still there. Telling you about his day, the stupid things his friends did, how much he misses you. He hates how quiet the house is without you.
5. Wears Your Stuff – Keeps one of your hoodies in his closet, still smelling like you. He won’t admit it, but he sleeps in it sometimes. If you had a necklace, bracelet, or ring, he either wears it or keeps it in his pocket.
6. Keeps Your Room/Side of the Bed the Same – He doesn’t change anything. Your clothes stay where you left them, your favorite mug is still in its spot, and he refuses to move your pillow. It’s like he’s waiting for you to come back.
7. Gets Lost in Memories – Sometimes, he catches himself smiling at an old picture of you two before reality crashes down. Other times, he zones out completely, trapped in memories of your laugh, your voice, the way you used to roll your eyes at him.
8. Still Cooks Your Favorite Meal – Every once in a while, he makes your favorite dish, but he never eats it. Just stares at it for a while before pushing it aside. He just wants to feel like you’re still around.
9. Sleeps on the Couch Instead of the Bed – He can’t sleep in your shared bed without you. It’s too big, too empty. So he crashes on the couch most nights, pretending it doesn’t bother him.
10. Loses His Temper in Fights – On the battlefield, he’s reckless. Fighting harder, pushing himself past his limits, because what does it matter anymore? He’s angry—at the world, at himself, at whatever took you away.
11. Can’t Stand Hearing Your Name – If someone brings you up, he tenses. He either shuts down completely or storms off. He wants to talk about you, but it hurts too much.
12. Refuses to Cry in Front of People – He keeps it together around others, acting like he’s fine. But late at night, alone in the dark, the tears come. And he hates himself for it.
13. Talks to Your Grave – Whenever he gets overwhelmed, he visits your grave, sitting there for hours. Sometimes he talks. Sometimes he just sits in silence, staring at your name, gripping the headstone like it’s the only thing keeping him together.
14. Doesn’t Celebrate His Birthday Anymore – He used to love it when you planned surprises for him, made him a cake, gave him your dumb little handmade gifts. Now? He doesn’t even acknowledge it.
15. Keeps His Phone on Do Not Disturb, But Still Scrolls Through Your Messages – He won’t respond to anyone, but he rereads old texts from you, listening to your voice memos over and over again, just to hear you one more time.
16. Doesn’t Know How to Move On – Everyone tells him you’d want him to be happy, to live his life. But he doesn’t know how. Because to him, life without you doesn’t feel like living at all.
Extra :
People just didn’t get it.
No matter how much time passed, no matter how many times his friends told him he should "try to move on," Bakugo couldn’t. He didn’t want to. He already had the love of his life, and the world ripped you away from him.
So when Kirishima—the dumbass—thought it would be a good idea to introduce him to someone new, Bakugo already knew how this was gonna go. "Hey, man, I just want you to meet her," Kirishima said, rubbing the back of his neck. "No pressure, just—" "I ain’t interested.". "You don’t even know her yet!".
"And I don’t need to."
But before he could walk off, the girl was already there, all smiles and nervous energy. "Hi, Bakugo! I’ve heard so much about you." He barely glanced at her. "Tch. Good for you?". Kirishima nudged him hard in the ribs. "Dude, be nice." Bakugo clenched his jaw, his patience already wearing thin. "So," the girl tried again, "your friends tell me you’re a pro-hero. That must be exciting!". He didn’t answer. Just exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms. "Uh… I was actually hoping maybe we could—". "Fuck off." The table went dead silent. Kirishima sighed like he knew this was a bad idea. The girl’s face fell, but Bakugo didn’t care. He wasn’t about to sit here and pretend to entertain the idea of someone else.
He turned on his heel and walked off without another word, hands stuffed in his pockets. The ring he still wore on a chain around his neck felt heavy, like it was reminding him who he really belonged to.
It was you. It would always be you.
Dividers! - credits @junabuggy 🤍
Sorry this took so long, I really needed a break and was stressed out. But I hope you enjoyed it!
waiter one first date with jirou feed the lesbians plz
Are you gonna be my girl? - Kyouka Jirou
Contents: You'd been married to Kyouka Jirou for just over three years now, but you'd been together since high school. One peaceful afternoon, you came to the realization that you didn't remember your first date! Whatever will you do...?
Diary entry: This idea came to me with a dream about Marco Bodt. 1.1K
“Baby?” You called throughout the apartment, shuffling your feet on wooden floors to find the gorgeous being known as pro hero Earphone Jack — or, to you — Kyouka Jirou.
“Eh? What’s up, I’m in the laundry room!” She shouted back, clearing her throat. Jogging after her voice you stood in the doorway of the room, staring down at the purple haired girl shoving a load of dirty clothes into the washer.
“Do you remember our first date?” You asked, cocking your head to the side, awaiting an answer. She paused for a moment, looking up at the ceiling and then at you. She shook her head. “What, like… none of it? At all?”
She nodded. “I mean, I remember you kissing me in the cab back home. But that’s it. Why?”
You sighed, leaning against the wooden doorframe, fiddling with your fingers. “Can we have a first date then?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Honey, we’re already married. Why would you want a first date?”
You shrugged. “I just think it would be fun! We can go to a bar and do karaoke and get basket fries and a burger — or we can go to an aquarium and have an awkward first kiss under the fishies. — Oh please!!!” You begged, pouting.
Kyouka sighed heavily. “You know what? Sure, I’ll indulge you and your crazy ideas.” she scoffed, standing up and moving to you. Her fingers slid against your waist, pulling you closer for a kiss. “How about tomorrow night? We make Denki look after the dog, and you and I can go on a pretty “first” date wherever you want.” she grinned.
‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹
Luckily, you didn’t have work that day, and so spent most of your free time pottering around the house. Though, you did meet Denki at the dog park to hand off your precious first born (dog) to which he rather sexually insinuated that Kyouka and you would be doing more than just having a “date night.”
Apparently to that twelve year old, “date night” means more than just a meal out. Asshole.
You simply shook your head at him, giving the high-energy blonde a shake of your head before going back home to get ready. By the time that it was seven pm you were ready to go. Kyouka had insisted on getting ready at Mina’s house so that it was like a “real first date” and so you'd been left with the decision of what to wear, how to do your hair and … well, that was it really. She’d sorted out the rest of it, the location, what you were eating, how you were getting home, how you were getting there. Yeah, all of it.
With some battling with your hair and what felt like a hundred outfits later you’d found the perfect dress. A simple, long, leopard print dress that ended just above your ankles; it stuck to your waist and was held up with two thin straps. You’d also grabbed a black shawl to keep warm, and a pair of plain black heels.
A buzz of your phone indicated your wife’s arrival, you grabbed your keys and headed out the door of your home. She was standing outside next to a sleek black car, with a squint and a laugh you quickly realized that Mina was on the inside, a pair of black sunglasses covering her eyes.
Kyouka smirked, offering you a bouquet of pink lilies. “You look stunning.” She smiles softly. You walked toward her. “I got you flowers.”
“They’re very pretty, thank you.” You took them, threading your free hand into the hair at the base of her neck. She melted against you. Kyouka was dressed uncharacteristically minimalist, a plain black suit and a white shirt, the top three buttons undone. She leaned in for a kiss, pulling you by the small of your back to stand closer to her.
“What about me?” She whispered against your lips.
“Stunning, baby.”
Kyouka grinned, pulling away and opening the car door for you. You slid into the back, leaning forward to look at the centre console, Mina grinned back at you. “Whaddup?” She giggled. “Do I look classy? I feel really cool.”
“You look so awesome, Eijirou would be proud.” You replied, falling back into the cushion of the back seat. Jirou slid in next to you. “Where are we going?” You asked. Jirou looked at you, moving a hand over your knee.
“That’s a secret.” she reassured.
‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹
“Keep your eyes closed” Kyouka instructed, guiding you into a sweet swelling place, a trumpet playing slowly. Is this where you thought it was?
“Oh my gosh, you didn’t.”
“Maybe I did… open!” You removed your hands from in front of your eyes, looking around the reds and oranges that filled your surroundings. You squealed quietly, linking arms with Kyouka as she studied your face for approval. “You like? I saw an advert last night and knew we had to come.”
Jazz music echoed in your ears, singers joining in as your wife — or first date — walked you over to a table for two in the corner of the room. “I love it! Holy shit it’s so pretty in here.” Kyouka just chuckled in return, standing to order drinks for the two of you.
The night went smoothly, the two of you bonded, laughing over things that really shouldn’t be funny as you drank. You spoke about stupid things like old memories from your high-school days, trashy hero gossip from neighboring hero agencies. You both people watched while enjoying the music, making up stories for anyone who did anything remotely interesting.
However, everything eventually came to an end, Mina came and picked you up (Or rather, Eijirou did) taking you home at closing time. The two of you scrambled into the house at about 1am, your hands sliding under Kyouka’s shirt as she dropped her jacket to the floor.
“At least put the flowers down.” she murmured, lips crashing against yours with fire you hadn’t felt from her since our wedding night. Your hands rushed to place down the flowers on the entry table as she lifted you — hands hooking under your thighs. She pushed you against the solid wood of the door, your arms crossed behind her neck, hooking to keep her close as her tongue pushed against your own.
Her mouth tasted faintly of whatever concoction of drinks she’d had throughout the night, though it wasn't as intoxicating as her scent. She moaned against you, pulling away for breath, you rested your forehead against hers, “Do you want to?” she asked, panting.
“Please.” you replied, taking her lips in another kiss as she carried you to the bedroom.”
Well, maybe Denki was right.
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I’m sorry to request again so soon after just requesting but if possible could you write how the bakusquad (+Shinso if possible again) would react seeing reader get hit or slapped by some random person. Like reader was standing up for a friend or unintentionally pissed off someone who didn’t believe they didn’t know. So they see reader talking and then the person just slaps or hits the reader…again I hope this makes sense
Eheheh I love when people ask for my writing <33
Bakusquad (+ Shinso) Reacting to Someone Slapping Reader
Like, imagine the Bakusquad & Shinso just vibing, and then BAM—some random loser just has the AUDACITY to lay hands on you.
🚨 IMMEDIATE DEATH SENTENCE. 🚨
🔥 Bakugo: Oh, you thought you were gonna walk away after hitting his favorite person in the world? Nah. He’s already grabbing this fool by the collar and shoving them into a wall, explosions crackling in his palms. “You got a death wish, dumbass?” If you even have a scratch, Bakugo is ending bloodlines.
⚡ Kaminari: “BRO WHAT THE HELL?!” Instantly ready to throw hands. He’s literally sparking up like Pikachu about to Thundershock this idiot into oblivion. If Bakugo doesn’t get to them first, Kaminari’s frying their nervous system.
💪 Kirishima: Doesn’t even think. Just reacts. If you stumble, he’s catching you immediately and making sure you’re okay. Then he turns dead serious, cracking his hardened fists. “I dunno what’s wrong with you, but you better start running.” (Spoiler: They don’t make it far.)
📦 Sero: THE HUMAN ROLL OF DUCT TAPE IS NOT HAVING IT. The second that person’s hand connects with your face? BOOM—THEY’RE TAPED TO A WALL. No struggling, no running, no excuses. He’s like “Oh wow, look at that. You can’t move. Sucks to suck, huh?” Will casually walk up to you, check your face, and be like, “You okay, babe?” while that idiot is literally squirming behind him. If you’re even the tiniest bit upset, he’s wrapping you in a hug IMMEDIATELY. “Don’t worry, they’re not goin’ anywhere.”
💖 Mina: OH YOU THOUGHT SHE WOULDN’T FIGHT??? SWEETIE, SHE’S BEEN WAITING FOR A REASON TO THROW HANDS. She is already lunging at this clown, screaming “WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!” She will GLADLY melt their shoes to the ground and deck them in the face. No regrets. All love.
🎸 Jirou: At first, she’s like stunned. Like—did that just happen??? But the moment she processes it? IT'S ON. She’s sending a bass-boosted shockwave straight at their eardrums. “Try hitting someone NOW, asshole.” (Hint: They can’t hear anymore.)
😴 Shinso: You already KNOW this man is manipulating them IMMEDIATELY. One “Apologize.” from him and suddenly this fool is begging on their knees. But that’s not enough. Oh no. Once Shinso’s done humiliating them, he casually turns to you like “You good?” And if you’re not, well...he’s making sure they never sleep peacefully again.
✨ Moral of the story: No one lays a hand on you and gets away with it. NO ONE. 💖🔥
Kyoka Jirou x Fem! Reader, woman lover! Jirou, woman lover! reader, friends who can’t control themselves when they’re drunk, drinking, making out, teasing from others, suggestive?, hangover.
The early morning sunlight hits your eyes through the thin curtains that cover the large window of your dorm room.
Your eyes squeeze shut before opening them just slightly. You see the ceiling of your dorm. Head pounding, you groan quietly in pain and close your eyes again.
It was the morning after your birthday, so you must’ve just partied too hard or something. And you weren’t completely wrong.
For some reason you feel hotter than usual, assuming it’s from whatever happened last night, you push the thought aside. Your body feels heavier too. You open your eyes, squinting, and looking down at your body.
Oh! Oh.
Your eyes widen, now fully awake. “Oh shit.” Your body goes stiff.
“Jirou, wake up.” Whispering, you nudge her bare shoulder softly. She’s half on your body, cuddled up against your side. Her head is in the crook of your neck, breath on your collarbone. A hum comes from her and she holds you tighter, still asleep.
Nudging her again, a little harder this time, she groans and speaks with a raspy morning voice, “Mm.. Not yet.”
When you finally get her to wake up, her head shoots up to look at you and she stares with wide eyes and her mouth slightly hanging open. “Oh my gosh!” She yells and then immediately moves away so that she’s not touching you.
The lack of your and her clothes is now apparent to both of you, lying there with only the sheets to cover your bodies. You look down and quickly reach for the blanket and pull it higher to cover you, her doing the same.
Both of your faces are red as your eyes meet hers. “…Do y-“ You’re voice is cut off by the door of your dorm slamming open.
“We heard a yell! Is everything o-“
A group of the others standing at your door, silent now, all of them staring in shock. Kaminari, Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida, Kirishima, and Sero stand there, at a loss for words.
The first to speak is Ochacco, “Oh!” She’s nervously laughing.
Trying to defend yourself, “Nothing happened!” Face red, one hand holding the sheet up over your half naked body, the other held up infront of you.
A smirk forms on Sero’s face, “So why are your clothes on the floor then? Huh?”
You wondered the same thing, but you wouldn’t say that. “I- We just-“ You couldn’t think of an excuse. Some of the others had smirks now.
Kaminari questions, smirking, “And what are all of those marks on your neck?” You rub your neck, confused. You grab a handheld mirror from your desk, checking for yourself. Your eyes widen.
“Just get out!”
Iida apologizes, hand moving in a chopping motion. “Our deepest apologies! We should have knocked beforehand! It won’t happen again!” As he shoves everyone out of the room and closes your door.
Sighing, you drag your hand down your face. They would never let you live this down.
You look over at Jirou, “What the hell happened last night?”
The UA dorms, last night, your birthday party:
The UA hero course students, who lived in the dorms, had decided to throw a party for you. Obviously unbeknownst to Aizawa and the higher ups.
So here you were, drunk and singing along to the song, Planez by Jeremiah. The music was so loud you could barely hear yourself. Some of the others were watching you, some singing with you, some of them also drunk, and Jirou watching you.
You didn’t normally drink, but since it was your birthday, you decided to have a bit… It turned into more than just a bit.
In the middle of the song, Jirou, who was also drunk and had been with you almost the whole night, was grabbing your arm. Drunk Jirou always felt the need to stay close to you.
She leaned closer and spoke in your ear, one arm grabbing your shoulder gently, voice slurred, “Wanna head to your room?” You lean closer to hear her over the music.
You stand back up straight, look at her, and nod. Pulling you by your wrist, she leads you to your dorm room. The others don’t notice this, since they’re too busy is their own worlds.
Finally reaching your room, she drags you in and immediately closes the door. She pushes you against it and quickly closes the distance between you. Body on body, lips colliding.
Your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer. Her hands resting on your hips. Using two fingers, she taps your thigh, telling you to jump. You take the hint and obey.
Legs now locked around her waist, her hands hold the bottom of your thighs and keeps you pressed against the door. She licks your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to enter. You grant her access and open your mouth.
Her tongue slides inside of your mouth, saliva mixing with yours. Hand sliding to her hair, you tug. This makes her tilt her head, allowing you a better angle.
You moan into the kiss, body grinding against hers.
She gets a better grip on you and carries you over to the bed. Placing you down, she crawls on top of you and reconnects your lips. You pull her down to get closer to you, now lying on top of you, knees on either side of your hips.
She removes her lips from yours and places kisses along your jaw, down to your neck. She leaves marks on your neck and collarbone.
Her hands slide under your shirt, resting on your stomach. “Can you take this off?” You do, pulling it over your head, tossing it on the floor.
Now in your bra, she slides her hands up your torso to your ribs. She leans down again and leaves more marks on your chest, grabbing your boobs as she does so.
You then flip both you and her over so now you’re on top and everything after that is a blur.
