Blue Dandelions

Club Favorite | Direct

Summary:

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" The playboy bunny suit always garnered him attention, paired with his sweet smile and doe eyes, his natural demure demeanor makes everyone swoon and drop more cash in his greedy bunny paws. "

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1

"Dekuu!"

The familiar, cheeky drawl of Camie makes the smaller omega perk up, against the indignant grunt of his client that was currently acting as his honorable loveseat in the middle of the bar.

Izuku's smile broadens, although he doesn't stop grinding his hips against the man underneath him when the perky blonde giggles and leans into his space.

The fluffy, stringy feathers that lined her Angel outfit tickles Izuku's nose, white, iridescent plastic corset probably uncomfortable, and so was the too tight halo that was bobby-pinned tightly to her scalp.

Still , whatever it takes to roll in the dough, y'know?

Ignoring the rich, blubbering mess of a client who was currently shamelessly dry-humping Izuku, Camie instinctively rubs their necks together in greeting. "Boss is here baby," she whispers, giggling when the omega's eyes light up like Christmas at the mention of their boss before her eyes trail towards the patron under him. "He's looking for you. I can take over if you want."

"Camie, I love you." Izuku purrs, a cute sound from a happy omega- before he snickers, lips almost brushing against the shell of Camie's ear as he whispers, "this sweaty pig busted twice already. Milk him and his wallet dry for me, please."

He hears Camie's choked laugh of affirmation, and he immediately hops off of the guy's lap- his protests dying on his lips when Camie replaced him, although there was still a somewhat discontented frown.

Izuku feels his heart swell, giddy as he makes his way through the bar, heat thrumming through his core, more from the drugs and the thought of Kacchan than the client who was so desperately scrabbling to get some with him.

The flush on his cheeks glow brighter under the sensual purple lights when some pretty brunette alpha woman appreciatively gives his ass a squeeze when he tries to shimmy past all the tables, half her friends laughing at her boldness and the other half eyeing him up with familiar heated interest.

Izuku gives the alpha a wink- grin growing wider when the garter around his upper thigh is tugged and another hundred bill's slipped in.

By the time he's ducked through the crowds, he'd gathered the stacks of cash in his hands and used rubber bands to snap them together, a pleased smirk on his face as he slips the easy money into his top.

The playboy bunny suit always garnered him attention, paired with his sweet smile and doe eyes, his natural demure demeanor makes everyone swoon and drop more cash in his greedy bunny paws.

The omega purrs when he feels all eyes on him as he leans on the island bar in the middle of the place, bent in half as his bunny ears droop over his face. He impatiently taps his foot, casting a soft smile to their bartender- Hanta Sero, who gives him a friendly grin before busily drying up the glasses by the sink.

The other customers on the stools side-eye him, one of them, feeling particularly bold apparently, downed the last of his drink before courageously laying a slender hand on his back.

Izuku feels his boredom from waiting slip away, nuzzling into the other man as his nose picks up a new sweet and sour tones- and oh, the man's an omega.