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I didn't do many pieces for the RadioApple week, but they were honest at least This one is a collab with @/RadAppleKimchi on Twitter! We worked hard to bring a fanfic and this silly lil comic for u guys <3 Day Five - Domestic/Demon 📻🍎

Husk's secret weapon

“Just Friends”

Midoriya x reader

Warnings: smut, kinda dub-conny, swearing, possessive behavior

A/N: Midoriya is an angel/ Best Boy and all that but that doesn’t always translate over to the bedroom… or the photo booth… everyone is aged up (18+) also SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN POSTING AS MUCH!!! I’ve been fighting sickness and I’ve been so low on energy that writing has been pretty tough lately huehuehue. And now I’m sick again because my body hates me but WE’RE fine!!

Amusement parks were the best. They were even better when you could enjoy them with probably one of your best friends, Izuku Midoriya. The two of you spent the day going on different rides, with you clinging on to his arm and giving out gleeful screams when the roller coaster would drop, laughing about how terrible you were at the games and blushing when Izuku would effortlessly win you a prize. You shared a frozen dessert with him and you made fun of him when he got ice cream on his nose which led to him booping you on your own nose with the cone. You had to ignore the nervous flutter in your stomach you got when he licked the cream off your nose. There was no need to be nervous around him. He was your sweetheart of a friend and the day was going wonderfully. Until it wasn’t.

The two of you were shouting and laughing while you ran away from some clowns that were trying to show you some horrendous trick. Neither of you were scared of clowns but it was exciting to pretend that you were.

Your adrenaline became you and you let out a squeal when you saw a pal from middle school, Sugaya, strolling by with people you didn’t recognize.

“Well, look who it is!” You sprinted at him, giving him a wide smile before throwing your arms around the young silver haired man. “Sugaya! I’ve missed you!”

“Y/N L/N?!” He accepted your hug, twirling you around in doing so. “Oh my god, look at you!”

The two of you shared a moment of wild bewilderment while you were vibrating slightly because of how excited you were from the day’s events and slightly because you had no output for your adrenaline. He searched your face for any indication of change since middle school before he smiled and said, “wow,” and his hands slipped down to your waist. Izuku cleared his throat and Sugaya finally took note of your company. You weren’t sure but you thought you saw Izuku’s eyes narrow on Sugaya’s hand on your hip.

You hopped back to Izuku’s side. “‘Zuku this is Sousuke Sugaya, a friend I haven’t seen in like three and a half years!”

Sugaya held out his hand. “Zuku?”

Izuku took it. “Midoriya,” he flatly replied. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sugayou.”

“It’s, uh, Sugaya,” he laughed, “and the pleasure’s all mine!”

An elongated pause was spent with you looking back and forth at your friends, trying to understand the strange tension you felt between them. Awkward silences were not your forté especially around people that you actually knew. You spoke up.

“Sugaya and I had homeroom together every year in middle school! He’d always pick on me!”

“Aha! I knew you were gonna bring that up!” He gave your shoulder a push and Izuku took a weird, oddly territorial step closer to you so the back of your shoulder brushed against his. “I only acted that way because I had a crush on you! I liked the way your face would scrunch up when you got mad.”

“Yeah well I didn’t! You were kinda mean sometimes!”

“You’re right. ‘M sorry about that,” he pushed his hands into his pockets then looked to Izuku. “But I won’t be so mean to you now that you’ve got a boyfriend. He’s a lucky guy, huh?”

Izuku made a choking noise and you looked up to see his face was as red as a beat. You thought it was incredibly adorable but if you let Sugaya make a play at him, he’d probably end up taking it too far.

You looped an arm through Izuku’s. “Nooo,” You chirped sheepishly. “Midoriya’s just a friend,” you smiled up at him. “He’s my cutie pie!”

Izuku returned your gaze with a small closed mouth smile back, his eyes unreadable.

Sugaya gave you a once over that made you feel a tad self conscious. You had thought it might’ve been a bad idea to wear a skirt while you’d be walking around all day but you did want to look and feel cute, in case you or Izuku wanted to take pictures but now you were feeling a tad bit over exposed.

“Noted,” Sugaya smirked. “Hey, we were all about to go on Extreme Scream but I’ve already been on it. Maybe we can get a bite to eat and, I don’t know, catch up?”

Yikes, like alone?? Izuku shifted uncomfortably beside you. This was supposed to be your guys’ escape. It was hard enough getting a time to hang out with each other alone on any regular day and you didn’t want that to be spoiled with Sugaya’s presence. You shook your head. “Midoriya and I already ate lunch. Maybe some other time, ‘Gaya! But it was so good to see you! We’ll meet up again soon though, okay?”

With that, you took Izuku’s hand and pranced away, looking for anything to distract you from that odd encounter. Seeing anyone from your middle school was always a little wild but the fact that Sousuke Sugaya might’ve been hitting on you a little bit made you feel super jittery, although, that could’ve just been residual adrenaline from all the rides you had been on.

Izuku’s mood changed after the encounter too. He didn’t laugh like he did earlier when you made lame attempts at winning rigged games, he didn’t seem at all interested in getting on any more rides, and he didn’t even crack a smile when you mimed a mime!

If you were being honest, he was getting to be a bit of a drag but you figured that everyone got in those moods every once in awhile but you weren’t going to give up on making this day a day to remember! In a last ditch effort at getting Izuku to be interested in something, anything, before you had to ask what his deal was, you pointed to a photo booth planted to the side of a not so popular ride and asked if he wanted to take a picture.

He pursed his lips before a wry smile crept across his face. “Yeah,” he said, “I’d like that.”

The two of you slipped in together, shielding yourselves off from the outside world by a heavy turquoise curtain

“You better not be all pouty when we take these pictures.” You adjusted your hair in the camera’s reflection, smiling to yourself. At least then he’d know that his mood change was obvious.

“What?” Izuku pulled an arm around you. “You don’t think it’s cute when I’m pouty?”

You scoffed. Was that what all of this was about? You looked up and into his leering emerald eyes and parted his hair in the best way for the picture. “You’re a cutie pie at all hours of the day, Izuku Midoriya.”

“Uh-huh…” The countdown for the photo sounded and you turned back to the camera, throwing a peace sign up but Izuku did not look away from your face. Your face heated up from the attention… if he was trying to make you nervous for whatever reason then mission accomplished.

Your smile was a tad bit forced when the first flash went off and when Izuku cupped your face, it disappeared completely. The second flash went off when Izuku licked his lips and your cheeks burned in the palm of his hand. He leaned into you and you didn’t lean away, cautious to see what exactly the boy was going to do but strangely curious to see if you really wanted this to go where you thought it was going. The third flash went off when you closed your eyes.

Skin met skin, rather, his lips locked on to yours and you thought your head was going to burst into flames when the final flash ended your photoset. It took a moment for you to collect yourself and kiss him back which only invited him to drag his scorching hot tongue across your bottom lip and you invited it, parting your lips slightly so you could taste him. A swirl of strawberries and cream, much like the dessert the two of you shared earlier, enveloped your mouth which only made you needy to taste it again.

Triumphant, Izuku grinned into the kiss and pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You covered your mouth and he laughed. “So,” he said, “was that cute?”

“Um…” you could use about a hundred words to describe what that was and ‘cute’ would probably only be fortieth on your list, “y-yeah…?”

Izuku clicked his tongue and looked down and away from you, pink dusting over his freckles cheeks. “That’s too bad…”

You didn’t know what to do or how to react. Sure, you were attracted to him in an odd way but you’d never expect him to act so… confidently towards you. It was different than the Izuku Midoriya you grew to love and you weren’t sure what that meant. After racking your brain for far too long you finally stood up, dusted your skirt off, and lifted your arm to the curtain.

Before you could pull it open, Izuku grabbed your wrist. “Ah,” he pulled you back and pushed you up against the side of the photo booth. “I just have a few things I’d like to get off my chest. I hope you don’t mind.”

You couldn’t think of any real conversation you could have with him while your face was flushed and the only thing that was on his chest was literally your chest. Still, you let out a shaky breath and asked “w-what is it?”

“Well,” he smirked, wrapping a strand of your hair around his fingers, “you told that old friend of yours who so shamelessly made a move on you in front of me that we’re,” he paused, looking from your lips and back into your eyes, “just friends.”

You gulped when he moved his lips over to your ear. “See, Y/N, I don’t really think of us in that way and I was sorta hoping you felt the same.” Something wet brushed up against the shell of your ear and you shuddered. “Do you really think there’s not more going on here?”

“‘Zuku,” you sighed, bringing your arms around his neck, “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings,” you grinned, “but there’s no point in throwing a tantrum over it.”

He grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks between his large hand. “You can’t keep acting so coy forever, pet. Sooner or later you might end up pissing the wrong person off.”

His lips found yours again and although Izuku was taller than you, you never really considered him all that big until he had you cornered in that photo booth. You gripped onto his muscular arms as he wedged his knee in between your thighs, kissing you territorially, running his hands down your sides, pulling you body closer to his so you could feel his hardening groin against your pelvic bone. He brushed your hair to the side and trailed kisses from your jaw down to your neck, licking a long wet stripe along your crook before his lips started to suck at a particularly sensitive area.

“Izuku,” You whined, “you’re gonna leave a mark!”

He lapped at your skin and snickered, “that’s kinda the point.” He bit down on you more furiously, making you toss your head back while you grabbed a fist full of his green hair, tugging softly as a light moan drew out from your lips.

His hands slipped from your sides to the hem of your skirt, tugging and testing the elasticity of it. He fidgeted with the two front buttons but you swiftly slapped his hands away, eyes wide. “Izuku!”

“What?” He tilted his head almost innocently, his heavy curls falling to the side of his face. “You wanna keep these on?”

You nodded and watched his brows knit together as he mocked your nod. “That’s completely fine,” he said, pushing his hand up your skirt. He tugged your panties to the side and before you could even think of reacting, two fingers plunged into your core.

“Ohh,” You yipped, almost falling forward before Izuku pushed you back, smirking as his fingers curled into you. “Ohh my god…!”

Your body shook as you felt you skin heat up, looking anywhere besides Izuku’s face. You felt embarrassed to be so turned on by his surprising dominant side and you didn’t want him to know how good he was making you feel but when his fingers found you G-spot, you couldn’t help but let out a whiny moan.

“Awww,” he cooed, placing kisses down your chest, pulling the buttons on your blouse apart one at a time. His thumb rubbed at your clit and you felt like you could melt for him right then and there. “Y/N, you look so cute with my fingers fucking your pussy.”

Who knew Izuku Midoriya could be such a devil?! You never thought that Izuku could utter a single demeaning phrase to you, let alone make it sound so hot and it was hard to admit that it only made you want him more. Not wanting him to have the upper hand you shot your own hands to his belt and in a few moments his pants were on the floor and your jaw nearly followed them.

Izuku Midoriya was bigger in more ways than you had expected him to be. Staring at his constricted bulge, you didn’t know what you should do about it.

He pulled his fingers out of you, relishing the sound of your slick against his skin before grinning at your perplexed expression. “You don’t think we’re getting ahead of ourselves?”

You licked your lips and found his half lidded eyes, drunk off the fantasy of what exactly he wanted to do with you in this photo booth. You shook your head and let your panties fall to the floor.

Izuku lifted you up as if it were all too easy, using the wall to level your back as he pulled his boxers down. His cock sprang out and you felt yourself shake with anticipation as his head slid up and down your core. You wrapped your legs around him and took in a sharp breath when his cock pushed into you, staying motionless while he stared at you blushing back at him. He brushed your hair back and gave your lips a sweet peck.

“I’m going to ruin our friendship,” he breathed and your heart nearly sunk before he pulled himself back and slid into you again. “Do you understand?”

He began grooving into you at a nearly charitable pace, allowing you to familiarize yourself with his length. You grabbed onto his arms and squeezed them tighter with every time he’d push himself into you and once you had got a feel for him, once you started sighing and rolling your hips with him, he quickened his pace, grunting as he inched himself further into you.

He grabbed the back of your head and pushed you into another hungry kiss and when he slammed himself into you, you whimpered and bit down on his bottom lip. He laughed and and raked his nails across your skin, drawing out a loud pent up moan from deep inside your throat.

His fingers crept into your mouth as he hushed you. “You better quiet down, pet. We wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about you and I.” He thrusted himself deeper into you and another pathetic mewl tore out of your throat, drool sliding off your tongue and onto his fingers. “What’s that, Y/N? You wanna admit that we’re more than just friends?”

You panted as he rocked into you, pulling you by your hips so he could get a steady rhythm going. You kissed him, less like it was your first time and more like it would be your last time, clawing at his back, wanting to hear him groan. Unsatisfied with his lack of response you nuzzled your lips into the crook of his neck and bit down hard, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

He let out his own pained moan as you sucked at his skin which only coaxed him to drill harder into you, bouncing you up and down against the cold photo booth wall.

His hand found your neck. “You’re being a bit naughty, huh?” He squeezed, while he found the perfect soft spot above your breast to suck on, wanting to win at the ‘who-will-be-more-marked-up game.

“Fuck,” you squeezed your eyes shut when you felt a burning coil build up in your stomach. “Oh, god, ‘Zuku, I’m ~aaaha~ I’m so close!”

“Is that right?” He said through his own labored breathing. He sucked on his index finger before trailing it down to your sensitive nub and began rubbing it, making your hair stand up on your skin.

You pussy clenched around his cock and you dug your nails into his back, crying out when an ecstatic wave shot out through you, causing your legs to shake more than before.

Izuku chased your orgasm by placing you down on the seat and spreading your legs wide open for him. He fucked you relentlessly, brutally squeezing your thighs, watching you fall apart for him. He loved you like that, underneath him, eyes wide, face red, and with you letting out more over stimulated and nervous moans, he’d completely lost himself, seizing forward, letting out a heavy load into your throbbing cunt.

The two of you breathed together before Izuku pulled himself out of you and fell to his knees, bathing your thighs in his sweat. He kissed your legs and pulled your skirt down, pulling you by your unbuttoned blouse into a messy kiss.

You heard gleeful screaming outside and realized where you were: in an amusement park, in a very public place. You reached down to grab your underwear but Izuku snatched those up before you could get them.

He chuckled at your disheveled display, pulling his pants back up and pocketed your panties. “Why don’t you sit here for awhile. Think about what just happened.” He leveled his head with yours. “Come out when you’re ready to understand that I’m more than just a cutie pie.”

He gave your cheek a soft pat, spread the photo booth curtains out, and disappeared.

You rubbed at the spot on your neck where Izuku left his first hickey, trying furiously to make sense of that whole situation. You buttoned your blouse back up and thought about all the times that something like this could’ve happened between you and Izuku in a less spur of the moment matter. It made sense. You did have feelings for Midoriya. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have let all of that happen. And he… obviously had feelings for you. ‘I’m going to ruin our friendship.’ God, just thinking about him saying that made your skin tingle; moreover, thinking about his cum just sitting in you gave you a hot flash. If you got up, surely some of it would seep out! You needed your underwear!

Minutes passed and you finally wobbled out of the photo booth only to find Izuku, holding two rolls of cotton candy, standing next Sugaya.

“There she is!” Izuku beamed, holding out the cotton floof for you. “I was just apologizing to Sugaya for acting so standoffish earlier. Low blood sugar and all that!”

“Oh?” You bit into the sugary cloud as Izuku wrapped an arm around your waist. You squeezed your thighs shut, trying to ignore liquid leaking out of you in front of your old friend.

“Yeah and I was just saying that some friends and I are gonna go over to one of their places for a kickback! I wanted to know if you guys wanted to tag along.”

Izuku squeezed your shoulder, as if to say, not in this lifetime. You cleared your throat. “Not tonight. Midoriya and I are, uhh, having a really great… date. I don’t think we’re at all ready to leave.”

Sugaya frowned, eyes flicking from your hickey to Izuku’s. “That’s a shame,” he said. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

When Sugaya left, Izuku grinned and quirked an eyebrow at you. “A date?”

“Izuku!” You hissed, pinching his side. “I need my underwear!”

“Oh, you’ll get them back,” he hummed, “but you’re gonna have to earn them. Tell me, what are other mischievous things do you think we can get away with on our date?”

Though you had come to terms with your feelings for Izuku, though you enjoyed spending time with him, and though you really could see yourself in a relationship with him, there was something else you had to come to terms with: as sweet and adorable as he was, Izuku Midoriya was a bit of a sadist.

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