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Spin the Bottle

WC: 1727

"I only want my tongue in your mouth. I only want my hands on you."

Summary: You play spin the bottle and make out with Nejire in front of Tamaki.

Includes: nsfw/teasing

established relationship, F/M, Fem!readerXTamaki, aged-up,

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Your POV:

It's another late night, another hazy party, and another round of spin the bottle. Honestly, you guys are too old to be playing children's party games, but the game always gets takers and usually ends with you all giggling till you fall over.

You're sitting cross-legged in a circle, an empty Heineken in the middle as Izuku leans over and spins the bottle. You smile, taking a sip from your cup as your eyes land on Tamaki across the circle. He's only at this party because you're at this party. And the same goes for this circle. He's seated next to Nejire, whose long turquoise hair is pulled into a messy bun that makes her look ethereal. She leans in slightly to watch the bottle as it slows to a stop.

Ochako.

She grins, looking at Izuku from across the circle.

"It's rigged"! Bakugo shouts from somewhere outside the circle, commenting on the fact that Izuku and Ochako have only ever managed to land the bottle on each other, even though they've played the game dozens of times. Izuku shushes him, leaning towards the middle of the circle as Ochako does the same.

Their kiss is short, more of a peck. You wouldn't be able to tell they'd been dating for three years from that kiss, but their love was as true as the summer heat. They both pulled away with tinted cheeks and smug smiles that warmed everyone's hearts.

Bakugo saunters over, solo cup in hand, clearly drunk off his knob, trying to get a better look. Ochako nods to you, gesturing that it's your spin. You lock eyes with Tamaki as Bakugo says, "Make it count". You twist the glass sharply, watching it as it makes its revolutions. Tamaki's watching it too, squirming a little as he tries to quiet his nerves with another sip of his drink.

The bottle stops. The neck points to Nejire. The room erupts in hollers. She looks at you from across the circle, lips parted slightly. Your eyes slide from her blue ones to your boyfriend's indigo ones. His cheeks are aflame.

You smirk, leaning forward onto your knees, watching as Nejire follows suit. She's grinning too, like she knows a secret but isn't willing to share. She bites her lip, making a show out of how she sinks her pearly teeth into her lower lip.

"Kiss her"! someone shouts. Tamaki looks intrigued and horrified as you come closer to each other. You can feel her breath fan over your skin as you whisper, "Let's put on a good show, okay"?

She nods, pressing her lips to yours in one smooth motion. You gasp, taken by surprise as you let your eyes fall closed. There's a chorus of sounds from the onlookers around you and a muffled sound, you assume is from Tamaki. God, you hope he's watching this. Egged on by the hoots and the wolf-whistles, you lean into her further, bringing your hands to her face as you angle your face closer. You let your tongue slide against hers, tasting the cherry flavor of her lip gloss as her hands find your waist.

"Damn", you hear Sero whispering under his breath.

"You're gonna give Tamaki a heart attack". Momo's voice almost makes you want to check. After all, the boy has a front row seat to the makeout Olympics, and he hasn't said a single word yet. You just grin into Nejire's mouth, hands finding their way onto her neck and into her hair. You moan against her, mostly for effect, and she reciprocates with an airy gasp of her own.