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redpandaramblings · 3 years

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The Art of Blind Dates. Deku x GN! Reader

This piece was written for @rat-zuki 's the deku agenda escapes no one collab. Happy Birthday to our favorite broccoli.

Content warning- This fic rated PG-13. Aged up characters, Allusions to sexual activity, swearing, gender neutral reader.

“You know, we really have to stop meeting like this.”

You jumped, the spray can you had been using left an unsightly streak of bright red across your masterpiece. You scowled behind your mask as you turned to face the man who had spoken.

“We do. You keep making me mess up my hard work!”

You smirked, pleased with yourself as you saw Deku, the number one pro hero, recoil at the sight of your mask. It had taken a few weeks to convert the All Might mask into an ahegao face, but it was worth it if it horrified your number one pain in the ass. Izuku blinked a few times, sighing and bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He was clearly choosing to ignore your choice of disguise.

“I wouldn’t have to mess with your work if you chose to do things that were, you know, actually legal? You’re talented, Brushstroke. You could get paid to do murals or something instead of…” Deku gestured towards your latest creation. You were rather proud of it. It had taken a good amount of planning to manage to paint a fifty foot tall mural of pro hero Dynamight mooning the city with the bold caption ‘The Hero Commision can kiss my ass.’ It would be perfect if not for the red streak from where Deku had startled you. With a contemplative hum you shook your spray can and quickly turned the offending mark into a cartoonish lipstick print. Midoriya sighed heavily. “I’m standing right here, you know.”

“I know.” You grinned behind your mask. The voice distorter you used did nothing to hide your chipper tone. “I also know you like it. And you can’t tell me Dynamight wouldn’t love it. He literally said that on live interview!”

“Yes, but not with his pants down to his knees.”

You bent over, throwing your cans of spray paint and climbing gear into your duffle bag. It wouldn’t do for your nemesis to get his hands on some of the tools you used. Mei’s stamp was all over it.

“Which is such a shame. The man’s got cake for days.” You chuckled as Deku pulled a face.

He observed you, hands on his hips. “And where do you think you’re going?”

“Away, obviously.” You said as you threw the strap of your dufflebag across you.

“And I’m just going to let you go?”

“Oh no. You’re going to chase me like you always do. And I’m going to escape like I always do. And it’s going to drive you crazy because you can’t figure out how I keep doing it.” You began stretching, exaggerating each movement.

“A teleportation quirk isn’t that hard to figure out.” Izuku began stretching as well, rolling his shoulders and popping joints.

“Guess again.” You sing songed, bouncing on your toes.

“Wouldn’t have to guess if you just told me.”

“But that’s no fun. Unfortunately, I do have to be going. Catch you later, hot stuff!” And with a sprint, you raced to the side of the building and jumped off before activating your quirk.

Time slowed around you. It was like you were hovering in the air instead of falling. Freeze Frame was a quirk you had learned to perfect over the years. Between the quirk and the assorted gadgets in your bag and on your person, it was definitely enough to baffle the number one pro hero. Speaking of, you better work quickly before your quirk wore off and splatted you across the sidewalk.

Freeze Frame was named after what your quirk looked like from the outside. It was as if you teleported, or you had frozen time around you for everyone except yourself. In reality, you were a speedster. When your quirk was active, you were able to move at speeds so fast you were undetectable to others, and to you it seemed like everything was paused in time. You probably could have been a phenomenal hero or villain if you wanted. But currently, it was much more fun to thwart a certain green haired man.

With a press of a button, you deployed a grappling hook, snagging it on the building across the alley. You swung over, keeping a countdown in your head. Would you be lucky enough and have time to…? Yes. There! A balcony door was cracked open slightly. You gracefully landed on the balcony and used the door to slip into what appeared to be someone’s bedroom, thankfully unoccupied at the moment. Taking no chances though, you slip into the closet just as the effects of your quirk wear off. The other reason you had never turned to heroism or villainy- no matter how much you trained, you could only keep your quirk activated for ten seconds at a time. It wasn’t a lot. Plus you could only activate your quirk a couple dozen times a day without getting seriously ill. But it still was usually more than enough to be able to give any law enforcement the slip. Just like now.

Deku curses as he runs to the edge of the roof. You’re nowhere to be seen. “Brushstroke! Get back here, you damn brat!” He shouted, running a hand through his hair in frustration. One of these days he was going to figure out your quirk and how to counteract it. And when that day comes he was going to take you over his knee and… No. He shook his head, blushing to clear his thoughts. What to do with you. Well, he wasn’t sure yet. You weren’t a villain, really. More of a public nuisance. The murals you did showed a lot of talent and a good chunk of the population agreed with the social commentary behind them. But that didn’t change that you had painted ten foot tall asscheeks on a building without permission. And, technically, it was within his job description to apprehend you. “Brushstroke!” Deku called again as he made his way down to the ground. There was no sign of you anywhere. Invisibility quirk maybe? Though it would be unusual if you could turn all the stuff you had been wearing and carrying invisible as well.

Meanwhile, as Izuku was getting lost in thought, you were getting naked. You stripped out of your gear and paint covered smock, moving as quickly as you dared while still remaining quiet in your hidden location. Just because the bedroom had been empty doesn’t mean the rest of the place was, after all. You shoved everything into your dufflebag, pulling out a clean set of clothing from a zippered pocket. Getting changed was a simple affair, as was ruffling your hair, messily getting it to look like a different style. One of your favorite tricks happened when you pushed a hidden button on the edge of your duffle bag. The previously dull gray bag quickly morphed into a loud riot of tye dyed color. Chameleon bags, Hatsume called them. Still in a prototype stage, your friend and employer would probably make a mint on them if you put them on the market. After a final brush off and deciding you looked acceptably civilian, you peeked out the closet door. The bedroom was still empty. You crept out slowly. The balcony wasn’t a feasible exit anymore. Not without the gear you had had to store away. You were going to have to sneak out the front door. You activated your quirk, feeling a little queasy at having to use it again so quickly in succession. It was simple to race through the apartment and out into the hall within your short time limit. In fact, with your speed, you were easily able to exit the entire apartment complex. You still had a few seconds to spare when you shot out the door. You grinned at seeing the number one pro hero standing in the middle of the street. You knew you shouldn’t do what you were thinking. Instead you should use your last few spare seconds to put some distance between yourself and the large, green haired man. Instead, you quickly dug around in your bag and found your tube of lipstick. You applied a nice thick coat as you waltzed up to him. With a giggle, you planted a firm smacking kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a clear and perfect lip print. With a grin, you hurried back to the apartment complex. It was easy to make it seem like you were just coming out of the door as time snapped back to its proper speed. You watched, hiding your smirk as you observed the clearly frustrated hero scanning the crowds for any sign of you. His eyes passed right over you, barely giving you a glance. You almost felt hurt that he thought your normal look was that unremarkable. But that was the point, after all. As Deku continued to call out for your pseudonym, you turned and walked away, blending into the crowd. You were almost out of earshot when you heard a loud cursing exclamation that would have been more in character for a certain blond hero. You bite your knuckle to muffle your laughter. Someone had informed Deku of the lipstick mark.

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You sipped from a bottle of water as you watched Mei work her magic. It was strangely relaxing to watch her in her element. Though it seemed chaotic the first few times you had witnessed your friend work, there was a clear method to the madness if you just knew where to look. And you knew exactly where to look now that you had been working with her for the past three years. You were simply listed as one of her assistants. Most days that involved a random jumble of cleaning, paperwork, schedule management, and coffee making. The real reason Hatsume loved having you around however, was days like this.

“Okay! Set!” She chirped happily. “You good to go now?”

You nodded as you slid down, and walked into the testing area. “Remind me what I’m looking for again?”

“Well, obviously the usual. Make sure it’s not lethal, of course. And then I want to make sure the grid is deploying at the right time. Should be about a quarter second after detonation.”

“As long as everything looks good, want me to be full blown dummy this time?”

Hatsume tilted her head, and considered a moment before nodding. “Yeah, should be fine. Have the explosive levels where they should be. If anything messes up it’s going to be the grid deploying too soon or too late and not restraining you right.”

You gave her a thumbs up as you got into position. She counted down, though that didn’t matter much to you, honestly. One of the best perks of your quirk was that it gave you insane reflexes. You waited until the moment you saw the detonation begin to happen and activated your quirk.

As usual, it felt like time slowed to a crawl around you. Hollywood directors would give a kidney to have access to the detailed slow motion you could experience every day for free. You walked around the device, looking it over. It was meant to be a capture aid for pro hero Cellophane, a small explosive that would shoot nets of tape in all directions. It had to be safe and effective. Better to have a few civilians stuck to the walls than to risk letting a villain escape, after all. You peered into the explosion that was slowly rippling outward. Everything looked good so far… Yep, there were the grids starting to deploy. Sure that everything was safe, you deactivated your quirk and instantly were thrown backward and stuck to a padded wall of the testing room.

“Looked great!” You called as Hatsume entered the room. “I think you’ve finally got it!”

While she cheered and began praising her baby for performing so well, you tried wiggling. No luck. You were stuck rather firmly. Apparently she had upped the strength of the adhesive. After a minute, Hatsume finally noticed your struggles.

“Oh good!” She chirped. “Looks like the new formula is holding up nicely. I mean, I still need to test it out against, like strength and fire quirks, but looking good so far.”

“Little help, please?” You ask, giving her a look.

“Maybe in a bit.” She said, turning her back and leaving you there, pinned. “Want to test how long it holds. Besides, I have some questions about your last escapade and how my babies held up.”

You let out a resigned sigh. Of course. Your friend had found out about your after hours hobby about a year and a half ago. Instead of discouraging you, it hadn’t surprised you that much when she blackmailed you. She wouldn’t tell the police or heroes…. If you used some of her experimental babies on your future excursions. You had been dubious. Hatsume’s babies could be a little dangerous in the prototype stage. But it ended up working great! Your pieces went from small tagging jobs to huge fifty foot murals. Though that had caught the attention of a few public figures, including a certain green haired pain in your ass.

“I didn’t use anything directly against Deku this time.” You sighed, going limp to test if the tape would hold your weight. It did. “Grappling hook works great. The painter drones are okay for filling in large areas, but aren’t able to do clean lines well. The gecko boots continue to be amazing, but the gloves need a lot of work. The control for when they release still isn’t great.”

Hatsume nodded, quickly making notes about everything you said. There was a bit of a quick back and forth where she asked questions and you answered. Though ten minutes passed and you were still stuck to the wall. She eventually sets her notes aside and turns to face you fully. “So,” she drawls. “You saw Deku again.”

“I always see Deku nowadays!” You groan. “I swear Mei, if I find out you’re tipping him off or something...”

“Aww, come on! He’s nice! Would you rather be dealing with Dynamight?”

You frowned, not meeting her gaze. “I mean, the variety might be nice?”

“You like that with the help of my babies you’re able to out fox the number one pro hero, admit it!”

“It might be a little satisfying,” you mutter.

“And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hot either! Heard you two get all flirty during chases. The tabloids loved the kiss mark, by the way. Enjoy finally kissing him?”

“Hatsume!” you groan. “Subject change, please! Anything else!”

“Anything?” she grins at you.

“Oh god, I’m going to regret this.”

“It’s not that bad, I promise! Just, would you be interested in a blind date?”

You blink. “A date?”

“Yeah! One of my friends from school has a lot of trouble meeting people organically. You know how the industry is. Ridiculous schedules, maintaining reputation, trying to make sure they like you for you and aren’t just a fan.”

“Yeah… I guess I can understand that.”

“Well, I just think you and him would be a great fit! He’s a huge nerd in a lot of the same ways you are, but a real good guy once you get past the awkward. Plus,” Hatsume dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper “I happen to know for a fact that he’s a fan of Brushstroke’s work.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “You know it’s extortion to try to get me to agree when you have me literally taped to a wall.”

“I know!” Hatsume chirped happily. “So are you going to agree? I made the adhesive pretty strong this time. Who knows how long it would take to wear off on it’s own?”

“Bitch!” You can’t help laughing. “Alright, alright, I’ll go. Just get me down from here!”

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You fidgeted with the ring you were wearing as you stared at the building in front of you. Maybe it wasn’t too late to bail? You don’t know exactly what you had been expecting when Hatsume had told you about the somewhat shy, nerdy man she had set you up with, but you hadn’t expected him to choose the fanciest restaurant in town as your date location. You were wearing your best and still felt underdressed. Well, if the date was a disaster, at least you knew what building you were going to spray paint next. The glistening white exterior would make for a great canvas. You chuckled quietly at your own thoughts.

Squaring your shoulders, you took a deep breath and marched in. You could do this. You were an infamous tagger. You faced off against the number one pro hero regularly. Your day job was working with Hatsume. You’ve got this. With an air of newfound confidence, you gave your name to the maitre d. It was a surprise when you were led through the restaurant to one of their private curtained rooms. This guy you’d been set up with was apparently going all out. Maybe you were going to like him after all, you thought as you were ushered in. Then you looked up.

Fuck.

Standing to greet you with a stupidly flustered look on his damn stupid handsome face was your nemisis. The number one thorn in your proverbial side. The giant broccoli himself.

That BITCH had set you up with Izuku Midoriya!

You froze. In the back of your mind you were aware that your mouth was hanging open. The green haired man shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Hi,” he said quietly, scratching the back of his head.

You continued to stare.

He cleared his throat, glancing to the side. “Sorry about the secrecy, but I think it’s understandable.”

You nodded weakly.

Izuku bit his lip. You realized with a start that he might be even more nervous than you are. As much as you planned to murder Hatsume later, this wasn’t Midoriya’s fault. You could get through this date at least. Eat some expensive food, drink the best wines, make some meaningless conversation, say your goodbyes, and then go home to plot the demise of your former best friend. Long, slow painful demise. Good thing about being an artist, you had lots of traps, so clean up should be easy. Looking at the worried expression on Izuku’s face, you realize with a start that you still haven’t actually said anything to him. You open your mouth to offer some sort of generic greeting. But what comes out is-

“I’m going to fucking murder Mei!”

Izuku blinks. Blinks again. Then he starts laughing loudly. He leans one hand on the table as he cackles. You stare before starting to chuckle yourself. Soon you’re both wheezing with laughter. You both slump into your seats, trying to collect yourselves. Midoriya speaks first.

“Yeah, I… I get that. I’d think that’s a common emotion when hanging around Hatsume.”

You can’t help your smile. “Only at least half of the time. But that’s what makes it fun. No one else like her.”

“That’s for sure.” Izuku leaned back in his seat, looking you over like he’s studying you. “So, I suppose we should actually introduce ourselves. I’m Izuku Midoriya. I do hero work.”

You laugh. “Y/N Y/L/N. I work for Mei and freelance art when I can.”

“Art, huh? What kind of stuff do you do?”

You’re briefly interrupted by the arrival of the first course. After the waiter leaves, Deku apologies. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to order for you, but this is one of those places where you pay them and they tell you what you’re going to eat.”

“It’s fine.” You say as you stare at the delicate wisp of some sort of thinly shaved vegetable with a dollop of strangely colored foam on top.

“You were saying what kind of art you do?” Deku cautiously was poking at the tiny fancy appetizer.

“A few different things really, but my passion is mural work. Latest job was in a maid cafe. They wanted something cute and floral, but they let me do what I wanted within that theme.”

The night continued on and was surprisingly easy. The food was delicious, the wine was better, and you were pleasantly surprised by the company. Maybe it was the wine softening you up, but as you looked across the table where Izuku was animatedly talking about how influential All Might’s example had been for him, you admitted to yourself that the green haired man was very handsome. And funny. And interesting. And you were trying very hard not to think about the way Midoriya’s large scarred hand wrapped around the delicate wine glass. It was a surprise when the final course was finished and Izuku was quietly taking care of the bill. He escorted you out of the building and you both stood awkwardly outside. Deku cleared his throat.

“If it’s not presuming too much, I’m not quite ready for tonight to end. Is it alright if I walk you home?”

“I’d like that. Like that a lot, actually.”

He smiled at you, and it was like the sun. You walked and talked animatedly. The conversation was so easy and fun, and a little flirty. Somewhere along the way your hands brushed together and holding hands became the most natural thing in the world. Time flew by as you walked together, your true destination long forgotten. You were only brought back to reality when out of the corner of your eye you saw a massive mural of pro hero asscheeks. When Izuku saw what you were looking at, he groaned.

“Could you please not check out my friend’s ass while we’re on a date?” He joked, gently elbowing your ribs. You laughed.

“I mean, you can’t blame me. It’s hard to miss.” You made a mental note to tell Mei that her paint formula was holding up beautifully.

“It’s a little embarrassing. Brushstroke is talented and all, but every mural is a time I couldn’t catch them.”

Maybe it was the wine still buzzing through your system. Maybe it was the thrill of it. Maybe you just wanted to see those beautiful green eyes widen. But you couldn’t help the next words out of your mouth.

“Well you might have an easier time if you ever actually figured my quirk out.”

“Yeah I…” He stopped. Stared. “You…” He stared harder, pulling away slightly as he looked your figure up and down. “You!!!”

“Surprise?” You laughed, and grinned at him. He was always so handsome when he was angry. You weren’t scared at all as he hauled you close.

“Do you have any idea how infuriating you are?”

“Pretty good idea, actually.”

“You’ve been leading me on goose chases for months!”

You grinned “Yes, will be our anniversary soon.”

Izuku groaned as he wrapped his arms around your waste. “You irredeemable brat!”

You would have replied, but in the next second he was fiercely smashing his mouth against yours. The kiss started harsh and desperate. The results of months of teasing and flirting. It gentled as the two of you stood there in the night, soft and sweet and full of affection the two of you had yet to put into words. The thought occurred to you that you’d have to thank Mei later. Your eyes opened as the two of you pulled away for breath. You started giggling almost immediately. Izuku pressed his forehead against yours.

“What’s so funny, darling?”

You smirked. “I never thought we’d have our first kiss while being mooned by Dynamight.”

Izuku groaned loudly before sweeping you up into his arms. You squawked and clung to him.

“That’s it.” He rumbled. “I’m going to spank you when I get you home, you fucking brat.”

“Promise?” you giggled.

You didn’t mind in the least when he shut you up with another kiss.

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isheistherichard · 4 years

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SD Chapter 1

rated m

there is narration,public sex? sub/dom universe, and volleyball owo

My eyes fluttered open, welcomed by the sun shining brightly into them. I immediately close my eyes back and turn to Shoto to avoid the burning in my eyes caused by it.

I take this time to admire his handsome features. He’s gotten so much bigger since we were in college and when I met him at U.A.

I reach my hand out to move his hair that’s preventing me from seeing his beauty. Ah, my poor Shoto. Why did he have to have this scare here...It’s not that I don’t like it but something I love and something that represents him getting over his past even as a hero now. He’s so strong.

I close my eyes and grabs his cheeks, kissing his forehead. “Mmm, what do you think you’re doing?” Shoto’s raspy voice sends shivers down my spine. His big hands take a hold of my waist pulling mine into his own, making me feel his semi-hard cock. I already have a good idea of where this is going to go.

I meet his eyes and push his hair back with my fingers. “Well, morning to you too,” I say with a small smile. He hummed then makes his way on top of me. His bare broad shoulders and perfect muscles and oh his handsome face...Damn, I’m already wet.

“W-wait Shoto I can’t right now I have a volleyball game, remember?” I try to reason with him but he completely ignores me, leaning in to kiss me.

I put my hand over my mouth and instead his lips come in contact with my hand. I cover his mouth and push him up so I can get out of bed. He groans and I just stick my tongue out at him. “Later, okay? I promise.”

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“Oh my god! I can’t believe we’re here! We’re going to play against the Cats, Nekonma!” I grab Shoto's shoulders shaking him.

About a week ago Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, and Amillia came with me and Todoroki here for my volleyball final national match to represent the USA. This is our last match, winner takes all.

“Shoto! Aren’t you excited? I get to play against the best, baby, the best in America!”

At first, volleyball was just a club to me, some kind of ‘hobby’. But then I got serious about and I met- not even a lot of people here. The perfect people here, my friends I’ve known since U.A. and college. Until this day, I can’t believe they’ve been here to support me and bring me this far with volleyball that we’re in nationals and we’re going against the last team. Of course, Volleyball has changed over the years and people have been a lot more acceptable of others and competitive no matter what the gender. So here we are!

“Of course I am. I’m very proud of you, babe.” He says placing a kiss on my lips. His arm snakes around my waist to pull me into him, his tongue slowly sliding into my mouth but before he could I pulled away. I felt eyes on us in every direction and I was completely flustered.

“Shoto we’re in public..” I wiggle myself out of his arms backing up into something hard. I squeal and launch myself back in Shoto’s arms.

“Oi, love birds. How about you two get a fucking room, yeah?” I sighed in relief realizing it’s just Bakugo. “Bakuhoe!!” I yell bringing him into a hug.

“Oi! Get off of me you Shitty woman! And don’t call me that!” He grabs me by my volleyball uniform pulling me from him. “Don’t go out hugging me in public you fucker!”

“Language.”

“Shut up Icy-hot, I’ll burn you to the ground.”

I snicker as Bakugo lets go of my shirt. “The hells so funny?” He sneers.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Whatever. I invited shitty hair so he’ll be here soon along with that shitty Deku.”

“Alrighty!” I turn around to face Shoto who was holding my bag. “Thank you for carrying my things, you didn’t have to,” I say grabbing my black canvas shoulder bag.

“Well, I’m missing work out today so.”

Ah...That’s Shoto for you.

“Nasa?! Hey bitch!!!”

Oh my god. Have I forgotten we’re just standing in the goddamn lobby? With the rest of the volleyball teams from before..and audience! I totally ignored my surroundings! Damn it for being a reckless Pro Hero! I'm embarrassing my entire team..what kind if libero am I?!

A-arm wraps around my neck causing me to launch forward a bit. “Heyyy! What you two up to?”

“They’re probably planning on how they’re gonna fuck after we win.” A deep voice interrupts.

“Can you guys shut the hell up? We’re in public you fucking idiots.

Now, let me introduce you to the team. Our volleyball team is named Agnes. Camille is just a clown honestly- She’s always goofing around and almost always starts off her sentences with Hey. She’s our left wing spiker. The blunt one, saying we’re gonna fuck and is cocky about how we’re going to win, that’s Victor Agustin. Our Ace. The one getting them in check is Zenobia Apoll also known as Zenny. Our middle blocker, she knocks the sense into us when we’re fuckin up.

“Yes ma’am,” Victor replies.

“Is Darwin gonna be late again?” I roll my eyes and scoff.

“When is he, like not late?” A high pitch voice chimes in, popping her yellow bubblegum and the loud sound of keys rapidly being pressed.

Popping bubble gum, loud typing, and using the word ‘like’. How classic this is. And that is, Jain. Basically, she’s just some emo social nerd. Don’t get me wrong though shes a great setter! Who’s Darwin you ask? The bitch that’s never on time. He always shows up as soon as the match is about to start. He has a carefree attitude, he is a setter.

“Oh look, Stanley and Manjoi are here! Hey guys!” Camille says waving her hand at them.

“Ciao,” Manjoi says with his hand stuffed in his pocket.

“Wassup guys?” Stanley waves back at Camille.

Stanley is our secret weapon, we like to whip him out near end game. Kind of like Darwin. Whoever is tuckered out, we’ll unleash him and completely dominate our teams because everyone is just so damn tired but Stanley is on point, especially with his upper hand servers! Since Camillie is the first to get tuckered out, he usually plays Left Wing Spiker. Though he isn’t into volleyball like us and he sometimes doesn’t show up for games at all- He’s has soo much potential and he’d be put in the game way more if he’d give it his all. Manjoi is our Right Wing Spiker. (Opposite) He’s just super chill.

Todoroki groans grabbing me by my wrist. “Shoto?”

He drags me down the hall to the restrooms.

“Huh?? Where are Todoroki and Nasa going?” Camille questioned bringing her finger up to her lips.

“I told you they were gonna fuck,” Victor says a laugh following right after it.

Zenny slapped the back of his head and Victor's hand instantly shot up to his head. “Dammit, Zenny!”

“You’re so annoying Vic,” Jain said popping her bubblegum.

My teammates' voices grew weaker and weaker as we reached the Restrooms.

“Hey, Shoto-” He slammed the male's restroom door open dragged me inside. He sat me on the countersink and before I could question him again he presses his lips against my own, pushing his tongue through.

Our tongues battled for dominance, his hands gripping my ass. Groans and low pants left his mouth as we parted for just a moment, his lips attacking mine just as fast as we parted. I could feel my panties began to dampen, his crotch grinding onto mine. I pulled from the kiss his teeth clinging onto my bottom lip. “S-Shoto anyone can just walk in right now, I promised you we can do it later.” The sentences almost came our breathlessly, my mind completely mushed from the little make out I just had.

“I don’t want to wait.” He breathes out his tongue trailing up my neck to my earlobe, his teeth gently biting down on it. Soft whimpers escape my mouth as a result of my poor attempt to hold back my moans. He grinds his hard-on onto me as he moves his mouth down my neck, biting and sucking on my neck. I tilt my head on instinct for my Dom.

“You’re going to leave marks...I have a game in a couple, Shoto.” I say, slowly grinding myself back on to him, the sexiest groans leaving his lips. When he’s finally done marking up my neck, he lets his wandering hand travel up my Uniform to my breasts.

“W-wait, no!” I protest, grabbing his wrists to pull his greedy hands out of my shirt. His eyes meet mine and I can’t help but feel intimidated and pressured under his gaze. “ We’re on the men's bathroom sink and I have to get to my game remember! I told you-”

“When the fuck do you think you’re talking to, baby girl?” He interrupted, a low growl erupting from the back of his throat.

He’s quick to pull me off the counter and bend me over it. “Guess I need to remind you what your place is.” His fingers wrap around the waistband of both my panties and my shorts.

“S-Shoto!” I tug my shorts back up, backing myself onto his hard-on, an attempt to distract him. A low groan leaves his mouth his hand coming down on my left ass cheek. The hit sent a sharp pain through my body, hitting hard on my asscheek. A soft whimper leaves my lips, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter by the minute. He’s spanking me at such a public place like this! We can’t!

His arms cage me in, his hot breath fanning against my neck. He began to grind his cloth hard-on on to me, low moans that left my mouth sounded like helpless whimpers.

“Don’t you dare hold your voice back,” Shoto orders me, marking my neck once again. I squeezed my eyes shut trying my hardest not to fall into his little trap, but before I could do anything else the bathroom door was opened.

“Shut the hell up Sh-” The blonde stopped dead in his tracks staring at the scene before him. The redhead right behind him stopped to eyeing us up and down.

“Oi...” Bakugo said, placing his hand on his hip.

“Hey, guys.” Shoto greeted, backing away from me.

I got off the sink hiding behind Shoto. Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god. My best friend saw me- My Dom on top of me-! Dry humping me!

“The hell are you guys doing that for in a public restroom?” Bakugo asked as Kirishima made a big old fuss about it in the background.

“No reason. The game starting?” Shoto replied casually his desire slowly falling and the dominant side I just saw a few minutes ago- suddenly vanished.

I peek from behind Shoto’s arm to see Bakugo and Kirishima.

“Yeah, it’s about to. Figured I’d take a piss before but Shitty hair won’t shut up about how were you guys where. Never thought you’d be here,” He said in a calm voice as he headed into a stall. “Doing that.” He finished before closing the door behind him.

I immediately ran out of the bathroom, past Kiri into the girl's locker room. “Guys!” I yelled. I burst into the bathroom, throwing myself onto Jain.

“What the hell, Nasa?” Jain says pushing me off of her.

Gasps go around the locker room as they see freshly red hickies littered all over my neck.

“Oh my gosh!! Nasa what the hell is on your neck?! Did Shoto do that to your neck?” Camille gasps as Zenny breaks into a laugh eyeing my neck.

“We didn’t bring any make-up babes!” Camille says cupping my face.

“O.M.G. The reporters are like so gonna be all over you.” Jain pops her gum, her eyes glued to her phone.

I sighed and slips myself out of Camille’s hands to change my shoes. I’m so fucked. Only amateur Dom and Sub bonds use hickices as a sign of who they belong to rather than using a collar. It’s already out that me and Shoto are a thing but have never seen anyone of our necks marked. Exposing hickies is considered inappropriate for a Pro hero.

I groan in frustration as I finish tying my shoelaces. This fucking sucks. I told that dummy Shoto to stop! I’ll get him when we get home, if not then another day he will pay. I say smashing my fist into my hand.

Zenny grips my shoulder to calm my nerves a bit. “Let’s go win and we’ll have the whole team beat him up, aight?” She says with a big smile on her face, giving me a thumbs up.

I smile and stand from the bench. “Yeah let’s go kick their ass!”

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Walking onto the court my heart rate increased. It was huge! It was packed with people! Soon the boys came out of the male's locker room.

As soon as they saw my neck all of them burst out into a laugh. “What did I tell you!?” Victor says pointing at my neck. I groan and punch him on his shoulder. “Shut up you asshole.”

“Nasa what the hell happened to your neck??” Our manager runs to us, his assistant right behind him.

Our manager is Kevin Loon, and his assistant name is Colly Kew. They’ve been with us for about a year now. The teams old manager quit because of the lack of members. Lame right? Though, it seems like Kevin will be leaving us in a couple of months because of it infairs too much with is life as a Pro Hero- It sucks because he’s pretty amazing and he’s been here from the prelims all the way to the finals. We’re looking forward to see how Colly is gonna run things, that little airhead.

Victor opened his mouth to say something but Kevin quickly shut that down. “You know what? Nevermind. Line up, the match is about to start.” Kevin pointed towards the court.

I jumped up and down trying to shake off the nervousness. So many people are going to see the marks. It’s fine, it’s not like it’s out of the ordinary but it is for me...Fuck! No, it’s fine focus on the match. We’re going to play against the best of the best and we are going to win. Just like how we are going to save lives.

The all too familiar beep sounds and the crowd cheers.

We walk onto the court, seeing the other team is already here. Nekonma. Cats vs Unicorns. Damn, all that time fuckin around we could have been warming up. Whatever we’ll still crush em’.

“They’re a little late but Agens made it just in time! The volleyball team know as the destroyers, completely dominating the court with their attacks.” A man's voice booms through the speakers.

I can feel everyones eyes on me, and when they call me on I’m fucked. I’m going to get distracted because of that damned Shoto. I swear I’m going to get him.

A hard smack is placed on the middle of my back. I look back and I see Zenny. “What’s up with the poker face? Isn’t this like any other match?”

“Yeah, why so tense? Is it because of the marks? It’s not like it’s not normal.” Victor chimes in.

“That’s right Nasa, a lot of Doms do that if not a lot then all.” Camille says patting my head.

I let out a breath of relief, happy that I’m surrounded by people that care about me and has my back whenever i need help, they’re always able to give me a push in the darkest times to turn things around!

“Of course.” I reply casually, rubbing my hands together.

“Now huddle up everybody!” Kevin calls out to us. We huddle up and Kevin just does the same old, same old. Encouraging us but also keeping us aware that we will not always win. But for some reason, everyone was so determined to win. Even I, was planning on taking home the trophy.

The buzzer sounds and Nekonma makes their way onto the court.

“We have the Volleyball team here that passed the semi-finals all the way to nationals- and is the team to make it to the final match. Two years in a row they’ve been USA Top Volleyball team, representing us with their godly blocking! Will that change this year? Can anyone see over the wall?” The same man from before voice booms from the speakers.

“First we the team's captain, Neve Alverado, the left-wing spiker! Next, we have Silva Cassian! The team's Libero! Leonard Reid makes his way onto the court quite fashionable, the teams right-wing spiker! We have the team's middle blocker, Blaese Suranne. Neonmmy Tan, he always knows how to get the crowd riled up, the teams Setter! Lastly, in the top three aces, we have the teams Ace, Kellel Tatus! Let's all give applause for their mangers, Elto Sunny, and Tommy Disc.”

Everyone he announced we were all too familiar with, each of them has their own secret weapons- they are the secret weapons.

“The team that we just can’t get enough of for their undefeated title and their attacking- Agnes! Named right after the Holy Unicorn. They’re also known for how many Pro Heroes are on the team. But let's list 'em all off! The team captain, Zenobia Apoll, the team's setter. Known for her amazing blocks and one of the Top Pro Heroes, Nasa Peers, the middle blocker! Another amazing known Pro Hero, Jain Apoorva, the team's left-wing spiker. Next up who steps on the court is Victor Agustin the teams ace, In the top three Aces as well! Manoj Miazaga, the teams Right-wing spiker!”

When he was finally done with his introduction, everyone was in position. I could feel the energy coming from the team right across from me- it shivers down my spine, it made me feel small. To add to that, I could feel everyone’s eyes on my neck.

But I came here to win. Not getting worked up over what they couldn’t keep their eyes off, me.

“Kick their ass, Nasa!” I heard a voice yell over the cheers of the rest of the people. It was Kiri and Bakugo. I looked behind me into the stances to see Midoriya, Kiri, Bakugo, Shoto, Uraraka, and Amila along with Mina, Momo, and Denki! I didn’t expect them to take their time to come here especially from Hero's work!

I grin and turn around to meet eyes with Nekomna’s middle blocker, Blaese.

“We’re going to kick your ass,” I say with a grin on my face.

She grinned right back at me. “Challenge accepted.”

omfg. so long but im done uvu

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