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The first time Shouto had spotted you, you were wearing a pink dress.
It was what grabbed his attention, to be fair- the particular shade of baby, powder pink. Far softer, far YOUNGER than any of the girls he’d ever seen in this club wear.
Neons, reds, purples, blacks, never baby, powder pink.
That was the first hint that you did not belong.
And even as the very expensive whore he’d borrowed for the night had bounced and swayed on his cock, his eyes watched you, tracked you, observed you, Desired you.
The very first question he’d had then, was who the hell let you in here. You were very obviously underage. Maybe fifteen, sixteen- no one would ever really mistake you for twenty one, not with your baby face and pretty doe eyes and your way of moving that screamed innocence, youth.
At first, he had elected to use his hero brain. You’d been dragged here by friends, you wouldn’t be back. He followed you out of the club that night, made sure you made it home alright. He thought that was the end of it.
And then he’d spotted you a second time, in the same club, not even three nights later. You hadn’t even come with the same group of girls, but you wore another shade of baby. A soft, cloud blue, with a flowing skirt and flat shoes made for dancing, not for showing off.
You didn’t need to show off to get his attention.
“I guess they’re done checking ID at the door, huh?” Bakugo snorted, his arm around the back of Shouto’s seat. He’d been watching too, the second he noticed that his temperate friend had been staring. Shouto’s attention had never been held for long.
“She was at The Bottom Line last night too when I was there with Midoriya.” Shinso noted. “I wonder how she keeps getting in places?”
“Guess you should ask, Shinso.” Kaminari snickered at the double entendre.
“Maybe I will.” Shinso smirked. “Shouto, would you wanna come with? With Midoriya here you’re the most familiar face to most civilians.”
“Oi!” Bakugo protested, but Kaminari ruffled his hair.
“He means familiar and not likely to scare her off.” Kirishima translated softly, patting Bakugo’s shoulder. “She is a cutie, hm?”
“She was at Vault on Friday night- I was wondering where I’d seen her.” Bakugo blinked. “Oh she is just BEGGIN’ for it, ain’t she?”
“That she is.” Shouto agreed, standing, Shinso was at his side in seconds, dutifully tagging along with the intent of putting your little habit of being places you didn’t belong to bed.
You’d been bouncing, swaying with the music with another girl- decidedly older than you, but familiar according to the body language you’d both shown. Perhaps an upperclassman, maybe a sister, a cousin- someone.
Someone that scampered quickly away when they’d spotted the number two hero- so while you may be close, they were clearly not loyal.
Your pretty face went confused, worried for a second as you turned around, eyes wide as you stared up at the two seasoned heroes, breath catching behind those plumped lips.
“Sweetheart… how old are you?” Shouto was the one to ask, arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at you with all the air of a disappointed father.
“Uhm- I… tw-twenty one?” You answered, an obvious lie.
“Uh-huh.” Shinso scoffed, an eyebrow raised. “Do your parents know where you are right now, kid?”
“I don’t-“ you’d started to answer. Shouto watched as your face went blank, your body went limp, standing straight up but unconscious.
“Walk your happy ass out of the club and to the blue sedan in the parking lot.” Shinso pulled out his keys, pressing them into your palm. “Get in the back seat and lie down.” The men watched as you walked away, swaying a lot less while under the influence of Shinso’s quirk.
Shouto made his way to the bar, paid the group’s tab while Shinso filled in the men waiting at the private booth.
“‘S been a while since we all shared a new toy.” Kaminari grinned, giddy as he stacked cups at the end of the table for the ease of the waitstaff.
“Yeah well, I don’t wanna get my dick electrocuted again.” Bakugo growled, slapping a healthy tip down on the table and standing.
“‘S why I always wear a rubber.” Kirishima giggled, Shinso rolled his eyes.
“Appreciate the pun, now please stop.” The violet-haired hero begged, nodding at the exit. “Who wants first taste? Don’t wanna leave all at the same time and grab anyone’s attention.”
“Dibs.” Bakugo smirked, “you comin’, Red?”
“I’m joinin’, sure, but I ain’t cummin’ yet.” The red headed hero snickered, and Shinso groaned.
“Dude- seriously, stop.” Shinso rubbed the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb.
“I’ll stop when you stop laughing, man.” Kirishima promised, wrapping an arm around Bakugo’s shoulders as the two of them made way for the exit, already heading for Shinso’s car. The five of them had carpooled here- which meant there were no free seats for you.
That was fine. The trunk was empty.
You were just laying there, staring up at the ceiling of the car, blankly blinking.
“Damn, she’s even cuter up close, hm?” Kirishima asked rhetorically, climbing into the car on the far side as Bakugo slid in the opposite door. Bakugo lifted your head, dropping it into his lap as he sat, quickly unzipping his pants and squishing your cheeks together, prying your mouth open. “Someone’s in a hurry tonight, huh?”
“Shut up. I’ve been stopped up like a fucking clogged drain ever since fucking Deku snapped our last toys neck with bad positioning. New rule- no quirks while your dicks are out. One for all is dangerous as shit when all his bloods in his damn brain.”
“Oh but- c’mon man, blackwhip is such a treat!” Kirishima separated your legs, flipping up your skirt. “Oh you’ve GOT to be kidding me-“
“What?” Bakugo palmed his cock, prodding hard at your tongue to get your mouth to water for him.
“Look-“ Kirishima picked up your hips, settling your bottom half across his lap. “Shorts on under her skirt.” Kirishima all but moaned. “God that’s so cute-“ the red headed hero pulled down the soft safety shorts, revealing even softer, pastel purple cotton panties- with the ruffles and everything. “Ain’t that just the sweetest shit you ever did see?”
“Mhm.” Bakugo agreed flippantly, turning your head and nestling his cock into your mouth, palming your skull with both hands to use your throat as his own personal fleshlight. “Fuck- that’s good.” He but his lip, watching his progress as he thrusted into your throat- nice and lax thanks to Shinso’s influence. Your hazy, now violet eyes stared blankly forward, right down at his cock while Bakugo fucked your face.
Kirishima, always the contrarian to Bakugo’s methods, was taking his time, slowly tugging your underwear off, pocketing them before studying your cunt with a pleased hum. “I think she’s sucked dick before.”
“Hm?” Bakugo questioned, an eyebrow raised.
“She’s getting wet.” Kirishima explained, dipping a pair of fingers against your folds and holding them up for his friend to see.
“Well hot damn.” Bakugo Chuckled, pulling your face down to nestle into his pubic hair. “Won’t have to train her too much then, yeah?”
“She’ll be a good one to keep-“ Kirishima looked out over the Bakugo’s shoulder to see Kaminari and Shinso leaving the club together, heading for the car. “Ah, company. Hurry it up before Shouto gets out and wants his seat.”
“I ain’t hurrying shit.” Bakugo scoffed. “If I get blueballs’d, she’ll just have to deal with it when we get home.”
“Damn man,” Kirishima chuckled, still petting at your cunt. “Poor girls gonna have her work cut out for her.”