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008 ✪ three B's (1) 🍋 izuku

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Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader

Summary: Mina is convinced to get you laid (by preferably Izuku, your fat crush) by the end of the 3rd year graduation after party. Backed up by the rest of your girl friendgroup, you try and "seduce the fuck out of him".

Tags: ┊Weed/Smoking┊ Alcohol┊Partying Activities┊Shared Drinks┊Flirting/Seducing┊⋆˚ 

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IMPORTANT NOTES:

(1) This contains Marijuana (Weed)/Smoking/Vapes. If you don't like this type of content, this story isn't for you!!

(2) There isn't any smut in this chapter. Just the story leading up to it. If you want straight up sex, it's in the second part! (UNRELEASED)

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Your mind drifts as the chatter of excitement and the heavy smell of weed float around you. None of you were smoking at the time, but the small van you were in had previously been hotboxed by Sero and his crew.

A fluffy green haired boy sat in the drivers seat, occactionally glancing back and making jokes. A sudden stop jerks your head foreward, leaving your brain rattled and eyes wide open.

You quickly glanced at Izuku wondering what that shitty brake was for. He looks back worringly. His viridecent glossy eyes meet yours.

"(y/n)? Hellooooo..? Are you even listening?" A faint voice you recognize as Mina snaps you out of your trance.

"Oh! Sorry. I got a little lost in my thoughts." Mina scoffs and jokingly slaps your arm.

"Hm, funny. I didn't know 'Izuku' sounded like that." It takes a couple seconds for your slow brain to comprehend her joke. Once you do, your rosy cheeks bury themselves into your shaky hands.

You didn't define yourself as shy, secluded, or definently not timid. Though something that upset you (and still does) is how fragile you are around Izuku. His adittude had changed drastically over the years- turning into a confident powerful figure. You feel small compared to him, though you refuse to think of it like some type of higher monarchy.

Actually, you think it's quite...alluring. Having someone take control over you, turning you into a sex slave. Maybe it was because of an internal problem, or because of some random fetish you had. It didn't matter to you.

What did matter is the fact Mina just embarrassed you infront of the person that makes you shrink in your seat.

You can hear the giggles of the girls around you as they whisper in each other's ears, spilling their deepest thoughts. Somewhere in your brain you convince yourself Izuku will forget.

"What are you ladies giggling about back there? If it was something interesting, tell me." Izuku's hand moves almost like it's the one speaking. You smile as the thought of his hand 'speaking' to your body.

"Go on, tell him (y/n)." One of the girls sitting next to Mina (you think it's one of the girls she's probably eaten out) glances at you, making one of those looks only girls notice.

You recognize the expression that is informally known as; "confess, bitch."

In return, you make the similar; "the fuck? no i'm good."

The mystery girl seems to know more about you than...you do. She doesn't pressure you further- instead picking up her phone and shows Momo an apparently funny image.