𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 ᵇⁿʰᵃ

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

"Faster," [y/n]'s face flushed red as one of Midoriya's sidekicks was squeezed in between her supple thighs. His tongue licking her sopping wet core, but it immediately quickened after he heard her demand.

"F-Fuck there you go, good boy," she moaned, her head pressing up against her office chair. The sidekick hummed at her praise, which sent a wave of more pleasure to flow through her body.

"Ngh!" the sidekick then pumped a finger into her, [y/n]'s hands gripped the armrest on her chair, as she felt her favorite knot fill her lower stomach.

"Sh-Shit!" she whimpered breathlessly, as her legs clenched tighter around the sidekick's head. Her orgasm was about to hit, but he quickly pulled away.

"What the fuck!" she looked down at him, her beautiful chest fluctuating rapidly.

"Didn't you hear that? Deku is coming!" [y/n] quickly used her telekinesis to lock her door.

"The door is locked. Finish what you started!" she whispered, yelled. The sidekick then crawled from under the desk and resumed giving her head. This time going at a speedy rate, making [y/n] squeeze her eyes shut.

"[y/n]-CHAN...?" Midoriya tried to open the door.

"Yeah...Midoriya-sama?" she bit her lip as she finally felt her orgasm building up. The rush of speaking to her boss while acting so lewd brought more excitement to form in her body.

"Are you busy? Can I come in?" he asked as his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion by her strange way of speaking.

"I'll go to your office, r-right now. I'm p-putting some files away!" she responded as her body arched in satisfaction from the orgasm that finally broke loss.

"Are you okay [y/n]-chan? You sound like you're struggling!" [y/n] moved away from the sidekick.

"Leave once I have him in his office," she whispered into the sidekick's ear. She then pulled her body con dress down. Quickly deciding to leave her underwear on the floor.

"I'm fine!" she shooed the sidekick to the farthest corner of the room as she opened the door slightly.

"What can I help you with boss," she slipped out the door and began to walk him towards his office.
Midoriya couldn't help himself; his green eyes scanned her figure. His heart rate quickened, and he wished that he could just tell her how he felt.

"I—um, I got this in the agency mail. It looks like it's for you," he pulled out a red box that was sealed with an orange ribbon.

"Oh, really?" she grabbed it gently while unlocking the security door that was before midoriya's office.

"Does it say who it's from?" her boss asked as they walked into his office.

"No, but that doesn't matter. What matters is what you need? I'm all yours, Midoriya-sama," she smiled respectfully.

"Oh, well, I was wondering about Ashido's fashion show," a pink tint began to fell his cheeks.

"Ah yes, you're quite popular—needless to say—you've gotten several emails from many bachelorettes, who are interested in attending with you," she began to walk towards his computer, her boss following right behind.

"Wait, actually?" his eyes widen in surprise.

"Yeah, let me just log in to your email so you can choose from the lovely ladies!" her fingers glided across the keyboard so rapidly Midoriya couldn't help but smile. He always counted his blessing when he saw [y/n] do things so effortlessly. He is extremely grateful to have her in his agency.

"Here you go! Look through them and tell me who you want! Or if you had someone else in mind, let me know too! So I can construct an email for you," she smiled as she placed her hand on her hip.

"Oh o-okay, thank you," she began to make her way towards the door.

"I gotta make my rounds on the agency, so I'll be out," she bowed before exiting his office.

"I want to take you," he mumbled under his breath as he took a seat and rolled closer to his computer. His green eyes then widen when he notices that her account was also linked onto his google chrome. He bit his lip as his cursor hovered over her account.

"It's an invasion of privacy, Izuku,"

"Don't be so immature,"

"You...won't...find..." he couldn't help himself. His finger clicked it before he could get a chance to rethink his actions. Her email and password were automatically filled into the site, and he was already in that deep, so he decided to just go through it.

Shoto Todoroki— Ashido's fashion show

Katsuki Bakugou— Ashido's fashion show

Eijiro Kirishima— Ashido's fashion show

Mirio Togata— Ashido's fashion show

Hanta Sero— Ashido's fashion show

Denki Kaminari— Ashido's fashion show

Keigo Takami— Ashido's fashion show

(a/n: the list went on bby, everyone wants you 💅🏽)

Midiorya's eyes widen in disbelief. The list of heroes and sidekicks that filled her inbox left him shocked. He didn't need to click to know what each of them wrote. He was well aware that they all wanted to take [y/n] to the fashion show, yet it angered him to know that most of them were people he is close to. In a way, he felt betrayed by all of them and curious to know why [y/n] had their attention.