Blue Dandelions

Cream Of Pearl | ContraryBee

Summary:

Izuku loved the way pearls looked against his skin. Regardless of their costume plastic, they shine cream and gold under the club lights. There was something decadent about it, something timeless and classic. Something sensual and mouthwatering.

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He's done dancing. Deku's done dancing, he's smiling sweetly, strutting away naked as can be, all his gorgeous freckles shining and omega curves on display under the mix of the chandelier-like stage lights and the body glitter.

Notes:

Totally 100% inspired by the first few pages of @_18bluefoxy_ 's beautiful a/b/o comic on twitter. seriously, go look, Deku's so pretty. This is merely a pitiful fever dream of their stripper!Izuku and mafia!Katsuki.

sorry Ochako fans, she's not great. money corrupts and all that. I'm not big into cheating, so there's a polite work-around but uh...yeah. no drama, or violence, or dark plotlines here. I am incapable.

I had a grand time, thank you twitter user named 'Kacchan's tiddie's'. Also, listen to Black mamba by Glass Animals if you want a bit of the vibe for Izuku's dance.

Chapter 1

Izuku loved the way pearls looked against his skin. Regardless of their costume plastic, they shine cream and gold under the club lights. There was something decadent about it, something timeless and classic. Something sensual and mouthwatering.

Like he's dripping with the ocean's seed.

The fact the pearl-string bikini bared practically all his skin and slipped tight between his freckled ass cheeks meant he'd get better tips, of course, but Izuku didn't mind that at all. It's a reality of this job, the goal even, and as he smacks his lips in the mirror, shining with glitter and dripping in glow, he feels so sexy it should be a crime. Batting his lashes, he evens out the mascara. For tonight, he's ready to look like every man or woman's sex dream, ready to ooze sensuality, ready to bare his body and get them screaming for more. The omega they all want but can't taste. Can barely smell, over his vanilla body scenters.

After, he'll get home, wipe it all off, and bury himself in his best All Might sweater.

He's so close to having the money. So close to saving it all up.

A whistle through teeth distracts him. Purple hair, deep eyebags, all in black, Shinsou the club's DJ leans against the fitting room entry. Draped in the colorful beads, there's nobody who looks more out of place in a stripper's hoard of colorful lingerie than the emo-dressed insomniac, always with his ever-present headphones.

"Sexy." Shinsou comments, dragging up and down Izuku's body with the clinical appreciation of the truly asexual. A beta besides, Shinsou was all the dancer's saving grace.

"Thanks, Toshi. You have the updated beat, right?" Izuku answers, spritzing the last of the vanilla swirl body scenter over his glands. It would do its job, muting his natural omega scent (pine tree and rosemary, very woody, savory), and replace it with the sweet, succulent, delectable scent many of the paying alphas (and betas, and omegas) wanted to smell.

"Yeah, a 'course." Shinsou yawns. "Normal night it looks like so far. You got five minutes though."

"I'll be ready." Izuku promises, un-sexily cracking his back in a cascade of pops that release a lot of the tension left behind from sleeping on the couch last night.

What do you know, watching old superhero flicks for eight straight hours could make you sore? It's not like he had much else to do other than nest.

Izuku checks one more time that his fit was tight, that it won't move until he decides to flick the clasps.