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emjiroki · 1 year ago

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Pool Boy Yuuta Okkotsu x Lonely Housewife Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Infidelity, exhibitionism (outside), Yuuta is the lonely housewife slayer fight me

A/N: I'm back babies with Pool boy Yuuta for the lovely Wet Hot Slimeball summer block party collab event! My prompt was 'Humid' so I hope I captured the theme and everyone enjoys! @bastardblvd (look at Yuuta holding the pool skimmer! Im pretty proud of my editing skills)

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‘God they need to do something about this global warming shit’ You thought as the sun beat down. It had been storming over the last week in Grimetown so the humidity was intense; thick like you were being compressed and forced to breathe the water evaporating from the ground. And with the storms came strong winds, knocking small branches and a whole heap of leaves into the once pristine blue water of your pool. You had made plans to clean it out…soon, maybe ask that big man that stole your package and stuffed that block party flier in your mailbox to fix it, had really planned to ask your husband to do it before he left for two weeks on a “business trip”. It would be comical to believe that these trips were for business at this point, your husband coming home one too many times smelling of perfume that wasn’t the scent you wore. Something cheap and cloying that set a stone in your stomach. But you liked your life, all your bills were paid and your husband still treated you like you were his world, why bother rocking the boat over some whore? He’ll get bored with her eventually and come crawling back, take you on some big vacation as a secret sorry and it’ll be done with.

So here you were lounging on one of your pool chaises trying and failing to read your book with your brain a frenzy of thoughts when you vaguely heard a knock on the gate. You pulled on the slipcover for your bikini and went to open the hefty latch to the privacy fence. The sudden heat to your skin wasn’t from the sun beating down or the suffocating humidity, but most certainly from the man in front of you with a pool skimmer propped up on his shoulder.

“I’m Yuuta Okkotsu from Grimetown Pool and Landscaping, sorry for the intrusion but I tried the front door and no one answered”. He seemed about your age, maybe a year or two younger, with sweet dark eyes and a handsomely cut jaw. Obviously fit under the company t-shirt that hugged his body. You bit your cheek slightly to try and keep your thoughts in check and not written across your face as you extended your hand to his to shake and introduced yourself.

“I’m guessing you’re the poor soul that they sent to come clean my disaster of pool?” You asked opening the gate a bit wider for him.

“That’s what was on my schedule for today ma’am,” He said with a sheepish smile as he fumbled to close the gate latch behind him and followed you over to the poolside.

“And in this humidity too? Yikes,” You empathized, taking a discarded magazine from the table and fanning yourself as he surveyed the mess.

“This will probably take a day or two to clean out and get balanced again,” Yuuta said with a determined look set on his face.

“Please, take all the time you need” You requested, pulling the slip from your bikini off, “I’m assuming the husband will just write a check for whatever”.

“R-Right, of course” He stammered, a rosy hue to his cheeks as he not so subtly looked you up and down. But he didn’t look away from your gaze when you made eye contact, going so far as to take a small step forward. You gave him a soft alluring smile before slipping your sunglasses on and lounging back in your chair.

“This humidity is a killer, let me know if you need anything” You commented as he pulled his phone from his pocket, assumedly to call his boss and tell them the plan.

“Oh I will, don’t worry,” He said with a lowkey promise in his tone that had you clenching.

♡

An hour or two passed as he pulled out branches and skimmed the pool, the humidity absolutely baring down and making the air thick. You were glad for the sunglasses because you couldn’t help but stare when he stripped off his shirt. Sweat ran down his neck to the dip in his collarbones before rolling down his chest and chiseled abdomen, your eyes tracing the wet path down as you unconsciously clenched your legs together. You reached for your drink and realized the glass was empty, the ice slowly melting at the bottom.

“Yuuta, would you like a drink? Take a break in the a/c for a minute?” You called over as you gather your stuff to head back inside away from this killer heat.

“Sure that would be great” He replied, pulling the skimmer from the water and setting it aside before quickly following you as you lead him in through the back door to the kitchen. The cool was a relief from the stagnant heat hovering around outside, Yuuta gratefully taking the towel you handed him and wiped his face and neck.

“Water? Lemonade?” You asked as you opened the refrigerator, pulling the pitcher out and refilling your own glass.

“Lemonade is great, thanks” He huffed as he sat back in one of the bar chairs, pushing his damp black hair back away from his face. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t ogle for a moment, quickly turning away when looked up at you and filled the glass you pulled down for him. He said thank you again as you handed it to him, watching as he took a few big gulps of the cold liquid, his Adam's apple bobbing as he drank greedily.

“You know Yuuta, I really wish my husband had a job like yours,” You commented, taking the seat next to him.

“Oh? And why’s that?” He asked, surprise in his tone but something curious and almost heated sparkling in his dark eyes. Damn, how could he be this pretty?

“Well, he’s always gone and I think the finance industry is making him dishonest” You admitted, casually messing with your discarded sunglasses on the island. The worst has already happened, at this point, you didn’t care about throwing yourself out there as you gently touched his fingers resting next to yours.

“I’d be dishonest too if I got a house like this and a wife like you” He commented, a rosy hue to his cheeks though he didn't pull his hand away when you expected him to.

“But the house is always so empty, it's lonely here… all by myself,” You said tracing one of your manicured nails up his hand to his forearm, goosebumps breaking across his skin, “He gives me everything I want but nothing that I need”. Yuuta turned slightly, leaning in close enough that a gasp escaped you, his dark eyes swimming with something you wanted to be devoured by.

“And what is it that you need?” He murmured, his lips close enough that you would only have to lean in an inch or two to feel them against yours, “Love? Good dick?”. It felt as if someone had lit a fire in your cheeks and it was rapidly traveling to the spot between your legs, your breath not filling your lungs anymore as his hand moved to your bare thigh. Your hands were shaking as you tried to take a drink from your glass, a small splash of lemonade running down your mouth to your chest. You squeaked out a soft moan when you felt his warm tongue against your skin, his mouth following the sour liquid down to the curve of your breast and sucking lightly in a soft kiss. Gripping his arms to keep yourself steady, he smiled up at you, that seemingly innocent shy boy smile from earlier. “Is that a yes?”.

♡

“Yuuta! Fuck!” You cried as he bottomed out inside of you for what seemed like the hundredth time today, you both barely able to get out of your bed this morning.

“You really never get tired do you?” He said with a chuckle, hissing as your walls squeezed around him, “Can’t even get my job done”. He’s right, hadn’t even gotten the chemicals ready for the pool before he was spread on the chaise lounge for you again, your thong bikini shredded by his eager hands and thrown somewhere in the yard. You were both slick with sweat from the heat, humidity ever present as you devoured each other for your neighbors on both sides to hear. His hands were rough against your ass as he squeezed and help you along to take his length, your hands on his sweaty chest as you bounced, spearing yourself on him again and again like you were possessed.

“You’re just… so good” You moaned as he pulled you down to press against him, nipping his teeth across your throat and thrusting up into you.

“Oh, you’re so good too beautiful, so fucking hot” He groaned, feeling your slick leaking out and running down to coat his balls in creamy white. He was so deep inside, carving out a place only his cock could satisfy, rutting into your soft walls like an animal. You couldn’t get enough as you moved your hips against his, his hand going up to wipe the drool from your lips as you fell apart.

“With a pussy like this I might just get obsessed,” He said his voice turning to a growl as you raised up again, his dark eyes seeming to grow darker as he watched your breasts bounce and the sweat rolling down your skin. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”. You nodded, groaning out a soft yes as the flames of your climax licked up your spine, your brain foggy with the heat and the pleasure buzzing through your bloodstream. If only your “husband” could see you right now, being ravaged into a puddle in this primal humidity.As if he heard your thoughts, your phone began to ring. You didn’t think to pick up, only looked when you saw Yuuta’s hand move. His hand wrapped around it, squeezing the volume button until it buzzed on silent, flipping it over. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you down to lay against his chest again, practically growling as he pressed your face to his throat and fucked so deep into you you could feel him battering your cervix. The sound that broke from your lips as you creamed around his cock was something you hadn’t heard before, breathy and wild.

“That’s right baby, cum on my cock as much as you want” He panted, his hands running soothingly up your back despite him still hammering into your sensitive pussy, “I’m your husband now, I’ll make him disappear and you'll be all mine won't you?”.

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dabisqueen · 1 year ago

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Slimeball line cook Dabi x fem!Reader 🦠

⇢ word count: roughly 1.8K

⇢ plot: sex on the beach

⇢ warnings: Minors DNI, line cook!Dabi has a lot of dumb pick-up lines up his greasy sleeves, smoking, drinking, unprotected sex, creampie

This is my submission for the Wet Hot Slimeball SUMMER BLOCK PARTY– hosted by @bastardblvd Pls don't take my shitty writing serious.

It's a hot and humid summer night, the heat of the bonfire making it even worse, with the flames illuminating each sweat-drenched face of the present Grimetown residents.

Who's dumb idea was it anyway, to do this during the summer?

You wipe the salty droplets off your forehead, thinking that at least you can enjoy looking at the scantily dressed men present. It's been a while since you’ve done it with anyone in Grimetown, the latest hook-up with sex shop owner Gojo needing you to go on Plan B.

Nonetheless, you feel needy tonight, like a horny teenager. The heat between your thighs undeniable, you take a deep breath, your breasts almost busting out of your skimpy bikini top.

Popping open the can of "Tramp Stamp", Grimetown's signature beer, you lift it to your lips to take a generous sip. The instantaneous taste of sulfur and cooked cabbage spreads in your mouth, making you shudder and cringe.

What the–

Turning the can, your suspicion is confirmed when you see the expiration date. You sigh, taking another sip, ignoring the beer's foul taste. At least, it still makes you drunk; plus it's for free– courtesy of Landlord Sukuna.

Accompanied by the shouting and jokes of the Grimetown residents, you watch Naoya - fully dressed - stumbling uncoordinatedly along the shoreline, asking repeatedly in a slurred voice if someone has seen his pink bikini.

The wish for someone to rail your brains out outgrows you, and – as you take another sip of the beer – a certain dark-haired figure approaches.

"Give me that–" Toji stops just a few feet away and stares at your drink, his large, muscular figure towering above you. "I'll pay you in nature."

Looking him up and down, you notice the large swell in his pink bathing trunks. Despite the urge to hook up with him for the night, the horde of rats at his feet, staring at you with their soul-piercing eyes, makes you shudder involuntarily. Your gaze snaps up to his face, eyes locking with his vibrant green ones.

"No thanks. Go and get your own." You take another sip of the beer to punctuate your words.

His expression turns sour, the scar across his lips contorting when the corners of his mouth pull down.

"'You serious?" His eyes narrow at you.

"Yup." Shrugging your shoulders, you focus all of your attention back on the almost empty can of beer.

"Cheap skank," he mutters under his breath, before he turns to saunter in the direction of the fire, with the rats following, yelling, "Who do I have to fuck to get some beer around here?"

As the bonfire continues to roast you from the front, a movement catches your attention and you turn to look.

"What’s a nice girl like you doing in a dirty mind like mine?" You hear a raspy voice, so husky and deep that it instantly spreads a warmth between your legs.

Dabi, the cook at the local burger place "Cum n Eat", comes to a stop in front of you, a half-smoked cigarette hanging in the corner of his mouth. His hands are buried deep in his rainbow-colored swim trunks, lazy-lidded sapphire eyes gleaming down at you from above bright pink sunglasses.

"Oh for God's sake–" you grumble impatiently, "I already told Toji: go get your own fucking beer."

You roll your eyes and chug the remaining lukewarm dregs, feeling it burn down your esophagus.

"I don't want your beer." He eyes you up and down. "Nice bikini. Can I talk you out of it?"

You almost choke. Blinking at him once, twice, you try to determine whether he's serious or not. But Dabi just grins, stepping closer and propping his sunglasses on his head. The bitter, tart smell of old grease and cigarettes starts to envelop you, as your attention is drawn in by the growing swell in the front of his trunks. Instantly, you feel a surge of pleasure light up every cell in your body. Your throat bobs as you swallow, your mouth filling with saliva.

"Are you seriously pulling these lines on me?" Your eyes quickly flick up to meet his, trying to hide the fact that you're somehow turned on by his sleazy approach.

"If it works, it works." His eyebrows drift upwards, sly and smug, as his gaze drops down to your chest.

You notice with embarrassment how your nipples have pebbled up, their hard outlines visible through the thin fabric of your skimpy bikini top. You flinch and cross your arms over your chest, your cheeks starting to take on a pink hue.

"I think we both know what we want." Dabi looks at you a little more intense– hungrier.

You feel captivated by the striking aquamarine pools of his eyes and despite his grungy appearance, they have you imagining plenty of naughty things about him.

Fuck, you want to bang him. Badly.

"Ok, what do you have in mind?" You breathe, surprised at how needy you sound.

"Why don't I put you on my to-do list?" His tongue sneaks out, wetting his lips as he starts to stroke his cock over the fabric of his swim trunks, making it strain against his swim trunks.

"Well– better cross me off then." You reply and stand up, brushing the sand off your butt with your palms.

With a satisfied smirk, Dabi steps closer to wrap his fingers around your wrist, pulling you with him towards some protruding cliffs in the distance.

Finding a small recess, Dabi shoves you in and pins you against the coarse rock, your meaty tits squishing against the hard surface. Taking another drag of his cigarette, he trails his free hand down the curve of your ass and pulls your bikini bottom to the side to reveal your soaked, throbbing pussy.

"Damn girl," he chuckles as he blows out the smoke, "You're slicker than the floor of my burger place."

"Shut up," you pout, wiggling your buttcheeks, "and fuck me already."

"Can't say no to that, right?" Hooking his thumbs under the seams of his trunks, he pulls them down just enough to free his aching, pierced cock. It smacks against his abdomen before hanging heavy under its own weight, precum dripping off its tip.

Dabi sighs out another drag of his cigarette, eyes lazy-lidded, pumping himself a few times before aligning his eager cock with your aching pussy.

"I’m not a dentist, but I'm gonna give you a good filling." He growls betweed grittey teeth. Yet, you swallow back a snarky response, the teasing of his fat bulbous tip against the tight entrance of your pussy too distracting. Only a breathy moan escapes your lips, indicating how ready you are.

He dips down and the scent of cigarette smoke grows strong when his lips graze the rim of your ear. "Ready for this hot, fat Bratwurst?"

"For fuck's sake, Dabi–" you groan, "Cut it out already!"

He chuckles and takes another drag of his cigarette. Then he snaps his hips forward, plunging into you with one firm thrust, quickly stuffing you to the hilt. It tears a garbled cry from your throat as you collapse against the cold rock, your legs giving out as you struggle to accept him inside you.

"Fuck, your cunt's hotter than my cigarette." There's the barest hitch in his breath, his eyes glued to the sight of how your pussy is clenching around his girth.

He gives you hardly any time to accommodate before pulling back and forcing you to take his full length again. You bite your lips trying to suppress another strangled moan– but then he starts an even, savoring pace.

The slow drag back and forth of his cock suddenly turns into quicker, fuller thrusts when he loses what’s left of his patience. It's all that you need, the rough friction of his barbells against your spongy walls feeling too delicious, and you can sense your orgasm growing closer and closer.

“What a sight,” Dabi rasps, watching his cock disappear relentlessly into your sloppy wet cunt with stunned awe. His hips pick up speed, pushing in and out, faster and faster, your needy moans and his throaty grunts inaudible over the cacophony of laughing, drinking, and shouting of all the others down the beach.

"Fuck," you curse, your head rolling back as you gasp for air, feeling the rough friction with each swirl of his hips.

"How do you like your eggs in the morning? Fertilized?" Dabi pants, as you eagerly meet every frantic jolt of his hips, "Cause I'm gonna cum inside of you."

"Shut the fuck up–" you cry, cunt clenching around him, "Just make me cum!"

His hips start moving even faster and each plunge into your pussy sends his cock reaching impossibly deeper inside. The sound of his length squeezing into your tightening pussy grows louder and lewder.

"Shit—” his breathing turns heavy, his jaw drops open. The cigarette tips from his mouth and onto your panties, burning a hole into them before falling on the beach sand below.

"Don't stop," You plead, feeling your climax just around the corner, your mind starting to swim. "Just like that, just a little longer!"

A broken groan leaves his lips and you feel a stutter in his movements before he stalls completely. A wet heat starts to fill you up as his cock twitches inside you, pumping you full of his sticky cum.

"Dude, what the fuck?" You turn your head, your own climax denied, leaving you utterly unsatisfied.

"What?" Dabi's lips pull up into a cocky grin.

"I didn't cum!" You whine.

"Not my fault–" He tsks and withdraws from you with a lewd wet sound.

"You're a slimeball!" You yell, his cum dripping down your thighs onto the sand below,

"Never said I wasn't," he chuckles while tucking himself away.

Turning on the spot, Dabi saunters off towards the bonfire. Angrily, you watch after him, still trying to regain your bearings when he starts jogging before it becomes a sprint. A familiar dark figure, surrounded by a swarm of rats, is standing by his beach towel, reaching down to grab a vacant can of beer and you hear Dabi yell, “Toji, get the fuck away from that or I’ll put your pets on my menu!”

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ryndicate · 1 year ago

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Heatwave

Kirishima x fem!reader

Notes: I am here but also not here. Hitting the dash and running away again. Not a comeback, I just love grimetown and couldnt let the block party down:)!! @bastardblvd here's my "heatwave" submission. Very last minute, very improvised because I have had quite the month, but i gave it my best.

Warnings: we have an ex boyfie, some other slimeball residents make background appearances, make out sesh, manipulation, this is kinda tame and I'll probably add more some day but I'm burnt for now. This is future roommate!Kiri in his uni days!

"I'm leaving in 30 seconds with or without your gorgeous ass!"

Frustration boils across your skin in tandem with the sticky summer heat.

You stick your head out of the bathroom door and yell down the stairs at your roommate peering up from below.

"Give me two damn minutes to fix my hair and then we'll go—cool it, won't you?"

Mina sighs dramatically and leans against the open door with a carrying whine. "That's the whole point of leaving babe. Our place and every other place on campus? Furnace. Slime house? Paradise. Sweet air conditioned paradise. What's more important, ac or your hair?"

"You don't get it!"

You groan and slump over the counter, glaring at your reflection. Every inch of your much exposed skin is covered in a shiny layer of sweat. Makeup is out of the question because you're not out to look like a melting doll, so you really need your hair to do you some favors.

Every summer, grimetown's merciless heat has every dormgoer cranking their ac until it inevitably overrides the whole circuit and sinks every room on campus into the pits of hell—except the fraternity of Sigma Lamdba Iota Mu Epsilon, or Slime House as they call it. One of their frat is the secret key to keeping their generator and, more importantly, their central air up and running.

You can hear her lightly stomping up the stairs until she's in the doorway. Her crop top is damp with sweat, pink cheeks flushed as she throws you her best pleading eyes.

"I swear, I'll drown him in their pool if he says a single word to you. Deal? I'm going to burst into flames here."

"Fine," you grumble, tearing yourself away from the bathroom regretfully and allowing your much relieved roommate to lead you down the stairs and out the door and—

"How the fuck is it even hotter outside?" You complain loudly, squinting in the golden haze of the summer air.

Mina grumbles, her hair almost visibly frizzing in response to the awful humidity. "Let's just go."

It's a short and disgusting walk across campus to Slime House and you're halfway down the block to their place before you're already hearing the music and squeals and laughter.

You wince at the line leading up to the spacious porch. "I guess I took longer than I thought."

"You think?"

You glance briefly up at the sun, wondering how bad of a sunburn you'd get before the line eases up when Mina grabs your wrist and tugs you around the line.

"Are you crazy? The people in this line would kill someone for a cup of ice—" you hiss desperately.

Mina ignores you and pulls you past the glares and grumbles up to the porch where a familiar face greets you with a nailbiting smirk from his gatekeepering lawnchair.

"Good to see you ladies, nice day isn't it?"

"Naoya," Mina coos sweetly giving him a wide smile. "Any chance of some hot babes skipping the line?"

He hums softly, sharp eyes sliding from her to you and back, eyebrow perking in exaggerated thought. "I don't know, seems kinda unfair doesn't it?"

"Probably something to do about that, huh?" Mina nods sagely. "You know I have a pretty good in with Prof Nanamin this semester, how're your business Econ lectures going?"

Naoya's eyes gleam. "You know what, I think we can squeeze you in. Drinks are in the coolers in the backyard, upstairs bathrooms are off-limits, please no drugs in the pool–not after last time–and for the love of god," Naoya sighs like long suffering office worker, glancing up at you, "Please go talk Bakugou. He's insufferable."

Your face wrinkles up like you'd bitten a lemon rind. Mina quickly cuts off your no doubt scathing retort and with a breezy "sure thing!" And drags you into the house.

Your irritation at the talk of your ex is almost immediately killed and forgotten as wonderful goosebumps rise across your sweat-slicked skin as the central air blankets your body. You sigh and Mina groans in relief. On any given day, the amount of bodies in this house would probably be just as boiling, but compared to outside today, there's no comparison to be made.

Mina turns to you. "Don't stress too much about Bakugou. I'm sure he's plenty busy making sure someone doesn't burn this place down. Besides," she gives you a knowing grin, "you have other things to worry about. Like Mr. Sunshine himself."

Your anger fades completely as a mix of uncertainty and giddiness swirls in your stomach. You and Bakugou had broken up weeks ago, another stupid bitter argument lost in the wind and this time your foot is down. Crawling back into his bed again, as inviting as the presidential suite (and its owner) may be, is not an option right now. Not since a certain sharp smiled someone started seeming like his warm small talk was looking for something a little more than friend of friends.

"Still not so sure that's a good idea, they're friends—" you start off as you follow her to the backyard for something to drink.

"And Kirishima is probably the one friend that he wouldn't be mad at about," Mina reasons, popping the cap on two bottles from the cooler. She grabs an icecube before closing it and presses it to your forehead, which immediately begins to melt and stream down the bridge of your nose. You push her hand away with a chuckled huff.

"Isn't that worse?"

"What's worse is letting an incompatibility stop you from exploring an avenue where you're much better suited."

"I guess."

"I'm thinking about swimming," Mina says, eyeing the pool.

You glance at the water and hum. Denji and Power are chickenfighting Izuku and Mei; there's a handsome white-haired man in sunglasses who looks suspiciouly too old to be here resting on a duck floatie, and Yuuji and Eren both look like they're trying to drown each other in the shallow end, snickering and wrestling. "Looks kinda crowded. You also didn't bring a suit."

"Sure didn't," she sing-songs mischievously, glancing down at her shorts and crop top. "You coming?"

"I think I'm gonna go find an empty room to nap in, to be honest. It's too hot for much else."

Mina scrutinizes you. "You're hiding from him, aren't you."

"No." You give her wide, innocent eyes, squirming inside from how well she knows you.

She just gives you a look and a small wave, and you offer her a weak smile as you disappear back into the house and make a beeline for the stairs and a very intentional left in the opposite direction of Bakugou's bedroom.

You've been here plenty of times of course, but really only to see him, so you've not really explored the rest of Slime House, leaving you a little lost as you tried to find a room that doesn't have a sock on the door. You know there's more frat brothers than there are rooms in this place, so as to who actually lives here, you couldn't name each one of them for certain outside of Bakugou, Kirishima, and Naoya. Oh and Izuku of course, the ac benefactor himself.

There's a door hanging slightly open that you push farther to see is vacant and quickly shut it behind you. There's two beds, obviously a shared room, and the air reeks with a mix of stale weed and fabreeze. To the left is a rumpled black bedspread with pillows that actually looks inviting if it weren't for the tipped over laundry basket sprawled across it. It kind of looks like someone dug through their hamper for as clean of an item as they could get and then abandoned the rest.

The other bed is about as well made but at least no laundry, so ease past the stack of weights in front of the bed and you rest down on the red comforter, not even bothering to pull it back and close your eyes with a sigh.

The air vent is on the floor next to this bed and it kicks on so you let your hand rest off the edge of the bed, the flow blowing up your skin and you sink deeper into the mattress with a content sigh. The pillow smells faintly of sandalwood and sweat that you can't discount as your own so you don't even react.

Music pours dully through the door from the rest of the house as well as voices that mull into a drone and puts you in a comfortable dozing state. You're probably only a few minutes from falling into actual sleep when the door cracks open slowly and your eyes open immediately.

Self-conscious, you sit up to see Kirishima halfway through the doorway with a look of surprise on his face.

"Oh, my bad. Didn't know someone was in here," he says, giving you an apologetic wave.

"Sorry, did you need the room?" Your cheeks are warm in the not sun-kissed way at the thought of all those "occupied" rooms you passed on the way here.

"Just came to change my shirt. It uh, yeah. Don't ask." He scoots his way fully into the room and you can see what looks like could be salsa staining the whole front of his white tank top.

He pulls it over his head and throws it in the basket on the floor in front of the closet and starts digging for a new shirt in the nearby dresser. You can't help but notice the ripple of muscle down his back, and glance away. Red eyes glance at you speculatively.

"Not up for a party?"

You give him a wan smile. "Not quite that. Alone felt more comfortable."

"Yeah?" He twists the material of a new shirt in his hands. "Do you need me to go then?"

"I mean it's your room, I should be the one go—" you can tell you're being awkward, but it feels like there's nothing you can do about it.

"Can't say I want you to go."

You stare at him. Kirishima gives you a sheepish grin, scratching at the back of his neck. He eases closer to what you realize is his own bed.

"So... I'm no good at this. Cards on the table, Sero saw you come in and threw food at me on purpose, said it was a good chance to talk to you. I wanted to, to come talk to you I mean."

Butterflies surge in your stomach and an unconscious smile crosses your face.

"Kirishima, that's really sweet but..." You start softly and his face visibly falls.

"I already talked to him, you know." You wince and he continues earnestly. "We're bros, it's not like you never came up."

"I'm sure he had great things to say."

"Of course he did."

You give him an uncertain look and he just smiles, the edges of his teeth appearing. "Honest. Everything's fine."

"Am I supposed to be fine with his blessing then?" The sarcastic rebuttal shoots out of your mouth before you can even think and you immediately begin to backtrack. "Sorry, that was really rude—"

Kirishima laughs comfortingly as your stricken expression rushes to recover. He sits next to you on the bed, his shoulder brushing yours. "No its fine, I mean I'm not exactly doing great at this either. So much for Mina's touted 'compatibility', huh?"

You laugh loudly in embarrassment as a realization strikes you. "Oh my god, she's at the root of this, isn't she. How many of them are in this, pushing us together? Am I that hopeless? I'm not that bad, am I?"

He laughs, bumping shoulder with you. "I mean, I don't think so. I'll take all the help I can get. Worth it."

You giggle and nudge him back before flopping back in the bed, not quite oblivious to the way his eyes track your exposed skin. Feeling a little adventurous you nod him closer and a grin breaks across his face as he lays down next to you, propped up on his arm.

"Hypothetically, if I—

"Hypothetically, of course," you nod in humor and a blush crawls up his cheeks despite his confident smile.

"If I were to try and kiss you right now, how well would that go?"

"Hmm. I don't know. Maybe you just try your chances and see," you coo teasingly.

You give a shrieking little giggle as Kirishima gently wrestles you onto your back only to gasp as he presses his lips to yours with no more preamble.

They're warm and sure, eager even, and you're wrapped up before you know it, opening your mouth at the first hint of tongue and moaning as you feel a possibly intentional nick of his teeth. You can feel his excitement growing against your thigh and warmth is settling back into the room.

"Guess my chances were pretty good after all." His voice has dropped to a husk that sends a flutter up your spine.

"Guess so," you return, catching your breath back.

He shifts a little so that you're not bearing more of his weight and glances at the door. "It's getting pretty hot in here, I think we actually lost the ac."

"Don't say that."

Kirishima glances at you sympathetically before trying to raise the mood again with a theatrical wiggle of his eyebrows. "Could always lose a few layers to cool down."

You laugh as you glance down at your already scanty summer outfit. "You think so?"

He rumbles enticingly, with humor but exposed intention, dark eyes roaming your body before looking right into your own. "Couldn't hurt."

You worry your lower lip in thought, his hungry expression driving your thoughts and sending you down the road of no return. You reach behind yourself and unhook the clasp of your bra and pull it from your shirt under his watchful gaze.

Kirishima's eyes don't leave you as you hold the flimsy material out to him.

"Hang this on the door."

His sharp grins says plenty, but how quickly he bounds off the bed reveals more.

Outside the door waits Izuku, whose face brightens in question. "Is it working?"

Kirishima shoves the bra into his hands.

"Pretty sure this is worth more to you than the fifty dollars I promised. Keep the air off for another hour.... two hours." Kirishima whispers hurriedly before moving to shut the door in his face.

"What about Katsuki?"

The redhead grins. "Keep him busy for me."

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