IN A CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS...

It’s always a nice feeling to come into the club and hear music and chatter from the main room. The sound of slightly intoxicated guests laughing and talking always makes you smile. The backrooms of the club are always filled with some kind of chatter and laughter from you and the other dancers. Kaminari generally lets his dancers do as they please with the back room as long as you guys keep it clean. A few girls already have a drink that was purchased for them settled on their counters waiting to be thrown out at the end of their shifts.

There’s a soft chorus of hellos from the couple dancers that are still in the room when you walk in. Smiling, you give them a nod and offer quick hugs before walking over to your area, setting down your stuff before heading over to the little dressing room and changing into your outfit for the night. Stepping out of the dressing room you smooth out your short red skirt as you glide back over to your seat. Flipping on the lights to your mirror you adjust your top fidgeting around with it until it sits in just the right spot. Smiling once it sits in the right spot you’re taken aback when you suddenly have a lap full of soft teal lace.

“Y/N!!!” cheers Mina as she wraps her arms around your neck. “I missed you! I’m so glad you're back from vacation.”

“Hi Mina I missed you too.” you laugh.

“Sooo have you seen him yet?”

“Seen who?”

“Ooo she doesn’t know!!” Chirps Camie.

“Know what?” You question looking between the two of them.

“The new bartender who is totally yummy and just your type!!” Says Camie wrapping her arms around your shoulders

“Ok first of all you guys are choking me, second, Denki hired a new bartender?”

“Oh yeah, they went to school together or something, his names Shinsou and holy shit Y/n you’re gonna fucking cream yourself when you see him.” You crinkle your nose at Mina’s crude wording but choose not to comment on it.

“She’s totally right. You’re gonna be obsessed with him!”

“Ok ok I’ll take your word for it. Now can I please finish getting ready? I would like to work on the floor.”

Camie smiles and gives you a little squeeze while Mina gives you a giant kiss on the cheek making sure she leaves a vibrant lipstick mark there. As she prances away to head out to the main floor you roll your eyes before swiveling around to work on getting the lipstick off your cheek before applying the final touches to your own makeup. Once your makeup is set you give your hair a final few touches and spritz of hairspray. Finally sliding on your black and red heels you give yourself a final look in the full length mirror making sure everything is in its place before nodding at the other dancers and heading out of the room.

Stepping out from the back of the club you look around smiling at guests who are entranced by your fellow dancers. You quickly make your way over to the bar, stepping behind it and walking over to the bartender, waving to one of the regulars you’re not really paying attention when you start speaking to them.

“Hey! I just wanted,” Your words die in your throat when you look up meeting cool lavender eyes.

“Wanted?” The owner of said eyes mocks, raising an eyebrow at you, which draws your attention to the piercing he has there.

“I um wanted to um.” you struggle, as you take in who you presume is the new bartender. It’s safe to say you’re a little entranced by messy lavender hair and a bored expression on his face. Then he starts talking again and your eyes drop down to his lips and fix on the hoop wrapped around his lip until you really hear what he’s saying.

“Yeah? Hello? Man, I really hope you dance better than you speak because this is really painful and a little sad.”

Your face pinches into a small scowl at his minor insult. “Excuse me I speak just fucking fine.”

“Really because you could have fooled me.”

“I just came over to let you know I prefer any drink bought for me to be non alcoholic not be fucking judged.”

“You got a name or am I just guessing?”

“Y/n, and my drink of choice is a champagne spritzer flavor doesn’t matter.”

“Great thanks.”

“And am I just supposed to call you asshole bartender or am I just guessing?” You question in a mocking tone, annoyance tainting your voice as he turns to walk away from you.

“Shinsou.”

The name repeats in your mind as you think of what Mina and Camie said to you in the dressing room. They’re right though, looks wise he is totally your type, piercings, tattoos, tall and just hotter than hell in general. However his personality isn’t winning any prizes so far. Taking a deep breath you shake your head and pull on a smile and step back out from the bar and start to walk the floor greeting customers as you move.

You’re about four lap dances in when you end up in the lap of a very sweet gentleman, you can’t help but smile at the mess of green curls and wide emerald eyes that look at you like you’re the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. He’s so polite about everything from the way he asks for a lap dance to the soft little “can I buy you a drink?”. When you go off to grab the drinks he eagerly follows behind you.

“And what can I get the two of you?” Shinsou questions looking over at you with a less than amused face.

“Um can I get a scotch on the rocks with a twist and um?” Your guest starts looking over at you unsure of what you want.

“Champagne spritzer please.” You chirp smiling at the way emerald eyes seem to brighten at your response and you maintain that smile when you catch Shinsou rolling his eyes.

Shinsou eyes the two of you before moving to make your drinks. “Cranberry champagne spritzer and scotch on the rocks with a twist.” He says passing the drinks to you two and nodding when your guest opens their wallet and hands over some cash shaking his head when asked if wants change. Nodding at the two of you he moves away to go back to assisting other guests.

Rolling your eyes at his slight rudeness you let yourself be led back to your original seat and sip on your drink while you listen to the rambling man in front of you. When your drink is finished you’re eagerly handed enough cash to cover another lap dance with a wide smile. His freckled cheeks are starting to tinge just a little pink, he seems like a lightweight when it comes to drinking, cute. While you move around him his hands carefully touch at your waist and sides, carefully following the rules you told him earlier. Until they drift ever so slightly under your skirt and graze across your lace covered ass and immediately they snap back to his sides as he looks up at you with an all to apologetic face and muttering multiple apologies.

“Everyone gets one little screw up. Don’t let it happen again.” You say stopping your dance and giving him a stern look.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” He apologizes before looking down at his lap.

“I have to go, I’m on main stage in a bit. Have fun out here.” Giving him a nod and a little pat on the cheek before walking towards the backrooms.

Before walking away you take a moment to look up at the main stage smiling as Mina twirls around the pole effortlessly. She always has a little sparkle in her eye and a smile on her face when she dances. Noting that her music is almost at its end you finally stop watching and make your way back. You catch a quick glimpse of Shinsou talking to Camie with a small smile laughing at something she said. “So apparently he’s only an ass to me, good to know.” You mumbles stepping into the dressing room to touch up your hair and makeup again. Settling in your seat you start making little adjustments to your hair tweaking little pieces here and there when you hear Mina whoop somewhere behind you as she prances in from off stage.

“Hey! Y/n! Sooo did you meet Shinsou?” Asks Mina after she chugs half a water bottle.

“Careful you don’t drown babe, and yeah I met him he’s kind of an ass.”

“What? He’s not an ass, a little rough but I wouldn’t call him an ass.”

“Really because he was kind of a jerk to me earlier for no reason. He’s hot and all but I don’t really see anything saving that interaction for a long time.”

“Nooo c’mon even Denki thinks you two would be good together.”

“Denki thinks I would be good with everyone he hires.” You say laughing. Shrugging she hands you an unopened water bottle and hops up onto the counter next to where you’re getting ready. “I don’t know I just don’t think we’re gonna get along, I went up to the bar with a super sweet guest and he I don’t know he wasn’t the friendliest to us but went on to others smiling. Plus I saw him talking to Camie before I came in and he was smiling and laughing and with Camie’s schedule he’s known her for what three days?”

“Give him some time, I promise he’s not that bad. You’ll really like him plus you have eyes, he’s so fucking hot.”

“Fine fine I’ll agree he has tattoos and piercings and that’s all really hot but still.”

Slumping back against the mirror she sighs while watching you finish getting ready. Holding out her hand she snaps at you until you hand over your eyeliner. Rolling your eyes, you hand it over and wait for her to drop into your lap to fix and add some details to your makeup. Leaning back she gives you a huge smile before hopping off your lap letting you admire her work. Smiling, you open the water and take a few drinks making sure to relax before your set starts soon.

“You gonna do, I put a Spell On You tonight?” She says suddenly.

“Yeah, figured that and Tainted love. Some fan favorites would be good for the night. I know they don’t really flow together but they’re loved.”

“Oh yeah everyone always goes crazy for them, you always look damn good.”

“Please next to you I look like trash.”

“Shut up. You walk on stage and almost every guy on the floor has their eye on you.”

Rolling your eyes you nudge her softly laughing before drinking more of your water. Capping the bottle you stand up and give yourself a quick once over in the mirror adjusting your outfit one last time, you twirl around waiting for Mina’s approval. With her cheer of approval you make your way towards the door that leads out to the stage waiting for your cue.

Rolling your neck just as your name is called over the speakers in the main room, you make your way out of the curtain swaying your hips purposely. The heavy beat of Tainted Love fills the room as the main lights shift into a soft red glow. Carefully wrapping your hand around the pole you circle in slowly before letting your body roll to the beat. As the music shifts slightly you circle the pole before pulling yourself up and letting the momentum swing you around. Twirling around, you allow a leg to wrap around the pole as you straighten the opposite one while your body slides down to rest against the floor. Releasing the pole you start your crawl towards the end of the stage, making sure every move is over exaggerating making your body seem longer and leaner as you reach for the crowd before flipping yourself over to your back.

The lights around you shift and brighten allowing the guests seated around the stage to see you move. Your legs kick up as you push up to rest your weight against your arms. Fanning your legs out you slowly twist them before bringing them back together allowing your heels to clack together. Twisting yourself around to rest on your front before pushing up into a deep arch before bringing your legs up to let your heels smack against the fat of your ass. The lighting shifts again giving you a glimpse into the crowd, you bite back a wide smile when your eyes pass over your guest from earlier.

Those wide emerald eyes look up at you completely entranced by the way you move, only being torn away when a drink is offered to him and his old glass disappears. Now that you know he’s there you can feel his eyes on you, tracing your figure as you stand to move back towards the pole. One hand wrapped around the pole you push up onto the platform of your heels as you roll your body again. Giving a half spin around the pole you let your grip slacken just slightly so your body can sink to the floor as your turn. Laying flat on your back you kick your legs up and over yourself into a perfect shoulder roll until you rest on your front. Following the final beats of the song you let your hips sway from side to side with the final loud beat before letting your body drop as the song ends.

The lights on the main stage go out giving you a second to catch your breath and pull yourself up to get ready for the next song. Turning to face the crowd with your back against the pole you scan the room only to catch Shinsou looking over towards your spot on stage.

Your final song of the set is slower and more sensual, and consists of mainly pole work. Taking in a final deep breath as the music starts to play you close your eyes and spin around to face the pole as the main stage lights flicker on again after what feels like an eternity but in reality is less than a minute. Opening your eyes you start.

Rolling your head slowly you lean forward giving the audience a perfect few up your little skirt. With your hands pressed against your ankles you sway your hips to slow melody. Dragging your hands up your legs you keep your hips swaying until you stand at your full height. Spinning yourself around to face the crowd again you raise a hand above your head to gently grip the pole and as the first lyrics of the song play. Taking in a deep breath you reach toward the crowd slowly pulling your hand back as if trying to call the crowd to you. Releasing the pole you turn yourself slowly before grabbing at it again, walking around it slightly to give yourself some momentum you pull yourself up and let your legs spread as you spin around it slowly.

Your heels hit the floor gently as your spin comes to a natural end. Pinning the pole between your arm and side you hold it carefully before grabbing it with your other hand again and hoisting yourself up. Letting the music run through you, you fan your legs in mid air before letting your grip slacken so you can flip around and slide down into a perfect split. Bringing your back leg forward you sit up on your knees reaching up, your fingers wrap around the pole, kicking your right leg out and around the pole you use the spin to pull yourself up into a standing position again. Taking a small half step you twirl yourself around the pole again pulling your knees up so your ankles cross as you spin.

As your spin slows you climb up the pole slowly until you’re high enough for your next move. Giving yourself a little spin you hook your right leg around the pole, you straighten your left leg out letting the pole settle between your legs before letting one hand slide down until you slowly hang upside down and let yourself spin elegantly only held up by your legs. The crowd lets out a little cheer as you go, little cheers follow throughout the rest of your routine. Finally the music comes to it’s final notes. You slide down to rest on your knees again, making sure your face is held in a sultry expression as you reach for the crowd one more time as the main stage lights fade out again and the crowd cheers for you. Slumping back slightly you do your best to catch your breath before pushing up and making your way off stage and back to the dressing room.

Stepping through the curtain you’re greeted by Mina’s smiling face and a cold bottle of water.

“You freaking killed it babe!” cries Mina.

“Thanks, it felt good. A week away felt like so long, sometimes I forget how much I actually enjoy dancing.” You say uncapping your water sipping on the cool liquid.

“You gonna take a few minutes before hitting the floor again?”

“Yeah, gotta catch my breath and maybe finish this bottle before I head out there.”

“Good idea, I’m gonna go before Denki comes looking for me.”

“Have fun and make some money.” You call as she walks away. Before she steps out of the room she spins around and makes a face at you before disappearing out of the dressing room leaving you and the other few dancers in the room alone. Settling down in your seat you take a few minutes to gather your thoughts and finish your drink before heading back to the floor.

Not long after you hit the floor you have a few different guests who eagerly ask you for a dance. Drinks are offered to you which you politely decline most of them. Resuming your rounds of the club you happily take different drink orders and glide over to the bar to grab them. Grimacing slightly when Shinsou is the one who appears in front of you each time you go up to grab a drink for a guest. He passes the glasses over to you staring at you when you don’t immediately leave.

“Can I get a tray?” You ask gesturing to the three glasses he set in front of you.

“Could have asked for one at the beginning.”

“I figured you’d give me one since I only have two hands and there are three drinks.”

Snorting at you he rolls his eyes and walks away to grab a tray before returning and spacing the drinks out evenly on the tray before pushing towards you. Sucking your teeth once you grab the tray and head off to hand out your drinks. After a few more minutes of laughing and another lap dance you start making your rounds again. At a small table in the corner you find your original guest from earlier nursing the last of a drink.

“Need a refill?” You purr leaning in close. His head snaps up emerald eyes widening when he realizes how close you are to him.

“Yeah, yeah yes please. It’s ah um scotch r-rocks and um ah twist.” He manages to get out while he looks over you.

“I’ll be right back, you wait right here.”

Keeping a nice even sway in your hips you feel his eyes on you as you glide over to the bar you lean on it making sure to push your hips back to give your guest a nice view. The smile on your face drops slightly when of course Shinsou appears in front of you instead of Sero. Looking over you sigh when you realize he’s already in the middle of something.

“You gonna order or just feel like taking up space at my bar?” Shinsou questions leaning down with his arms crossed against the bar.

“Scotch on the rocks with a twist.”

“Ah for the little puppy you’ve picked up. That’s been his drink tonight right?”

“Yeah.” You say rather curtly.

“He one of your regulars?”

“No, I haven’t seen him around before. Kinda hoping he’ll stick around though, he’s sweet.”

“Yeah well a pretty girl likes him I’m sure he’ll stick around.”

“Ah so now I’m pretty.”

“Never said you weren't.” He mutters starting on the drink. “Just said you suck at holding a conversation.” He adds as he passes the glass over to you before walking away.

Taking the glass you watch him walk over towards Sero before shaking your head and making your way back to your guest. Handing him the glass you flitter around him as he drinks, still watching you with wide happy eyes.

“Can um can we do a VIP room? Is that um would that be ok?” He finally questions once his drink is finished.

“Of course, c’mon.” You purr holding your hand out for him.

Smiling widely at you he takes your hand and lets you guide him towards another corner of the club passing through a little doorway covered by a curtain. Passing through another curtain into a smaller room with a nice plush little couch in it you pull him in gesturing over towards the couch for him to take a seat. The VIP rooms tend to be a little brighter than the rest of the club allowing you to really take a good look at him finally. There’s a bright blush across his freckled cheeks, whether it’s from him drinking or him finally getting to take a good look at you, you’re unsure. Walking over to him you take a seat with your back against the arm of the couch you prop your thighs over his lap.

“Same rules as out there, got it?” You chirp smiling as you watch him look over your legs in his lap.

“Ye-yeah.”

“So, you want a dance or we can just talk? Your pick!” You question. “Oh we could also do both, I can talk and dance at the same time.”

“Can we do that then, I like watching you dance.”

Giving him a small smile and nod before sitting up and sliding one leg over his lap fully so you can straddle him. Giving his shoulders a little push until he leans back into the faux leather of the couch.

“So is this your first time here?” You question as you start your dance.

“Um yeah, I’ve come past here a few times but this is the first time I um have ever actually come in.”

“Well I’m glad you came in today.”

“So am I.” He mumbles entranced by the way you move above him.

“Do you have a name?”

“Huh? Oh um yeah it’s Midoriya.”

“Midoriya, good to know.”

He’s silent after that, mouth hanging open ever so slightly as he watches the way you move. His hands are so careful when they touch your thighs or sides, like he’s afraid of hurting you or something. Turning around you make a show of bending over in front of him, smiling slightly when you hear him suck in a harsh breath as he gets a clear view up your little skirt that really hides nothing. Something about the way he looks at you and the little noises he makes as you move makes you feel amazing about yourself. Spinning around again to straddle his lap you put a hand on his shoulder while his hands hold your sides gently. Leaning back you let your head roll slowly, his hands move along your sides as you go,gently sliding to rest in the middle of your back.

Suddenly your head snaps up looking at him startled when his hands drop and grope at your ass. It’s not like earlier when they just grazed it, now it’s greedy handfuls. Your entire body tenses as he pulls you into him. Shoving his shoulders back some you try to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Hey, I al-already told you, you get one fuck up and you used yours.” You struggle to get out as you shove at him some more.

“You’re really pretty you know?” He mumbles looking up at you and letting you go. He swallows roughly looking down at his lap as you shoot away from him. “Um sorry, I-I-I’m sorry.”

“We’re done here, I suggest you leave.” You say trying to keep an even voice.

“Wait! Please, I'm sorry!”

You make your way out of the room keeping your head down, and unfortunately the bouncer usually near the VIP rooms is nowhere to be seen. The dressing room door is too far away to make a clean getaway without being found and you really don’t feel like being the girl that makes a giant scene especially when you look up and see Camie on the main stage. Not wanting to ruin her set, you make your way to the bar relieved to see Kaminari standing there talking to Shinsou. Walking as fast as your heels allow you glance behind you, catching a glimpse of Midoriya you move quicker sliding behind Kaminari and dropping behind the bar between him and Shinsou.

They both stare down at you before looking at one another with raised eyebrows until you wave at them mouthing “Stop staring”. Looking up at each other Shinsou shrugs and looks back out at the crowd as Kaminari slides down next to you.

“Alright, what’s up?” Questions Kaminari.

“Please don’t get mad that I’m hiding.” You apologize, taking a deep breath. “This guy, he just got a little too into me and got a little to handy and there wasn’t a bouncer so I’m hiding.”

“First off, you know I’m never going to get mad about you hiding because of something like that, you give them your rules and that’s that. You say no and it’s done.”

“I know, it’s just.”

“No you know that if you say no it’s over. You want him kicked out and banned or just kicked out for the night, it's your call, whatever makes you feel safer.”

“I’m done for the night here in a few minutes so um I don’t think it matters.”

“Y/n.” Starts Kaminari grimacing at you.

“Fine, just kick him okay.”

“Alright, c’mon I’ll walk you back to the dressing room and you can point him out.” He states standing up and offering you a hand.

Shinsou gives you both an odd look as Kaminari pulls up and wraps an arm around your waist. Kaminari shakes his head at him and starts walking towards the back room keeping you on the side closest to guests so you can point out who he needs to look for. Upon reappearing on the floor you see the little mop of green curls appear a few tables away and you tense and stop in your tracks. Turning to Kaminari you whisper the description and give him a moment to find the face in the crowd. His eyes narrow as he sees him and he quickly pushes you to his other side, tucking you against him and walking quickly to the back room.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to ban him?” Questions Kaminari again as you step into the hall leading to the back rooms. “Are you gonna feel safe if he comes in again?”

“Yeah I’m sure. I don’t think he’s a threat, just eager.” you state.

“Ok, it’s your call, you change your mind and it’s done.” He sighs. “Alright! I’m gonna go kick this son of a bitch out for the night and Jiro collected everything from the stage so cash out with her and you are free.”

“Nice! And thank you Denki, I know I don’t have to worry while I work here.” You say sincerely as you hug him. “Also before you go, your friend is a dick, so stop trying to have everyone talk him up and stop trying to set me up with everyone you know.”

“You’re welcome and he’s not that bad. Give him a chance.” he whispers, hugging you before disappearing back into the main room.

Sighing as he disappears you head back into the dressing rooms and quickly change back into your simple shorts and a sweatshirt. Gathering your things you head down the halls toward Kaminari’s office and push the door open to find Jiro seated in the chair going through some paperwork. She smiles at you and hands over your tips from the night and waits for you to divide out the amount to pay out the bartenders and her since she was the dj for your shift. Taking your tips and shoving them into your bag you head out the backdoor. Stepping into the cool night air you pull your phone to start looking for a ride home. Leaning against the cold brick wall you put all your attention on your phone you don’t notice the sound of footsteps until a hand wraps around your wrist and a body crowds in against you. Your hand is forced back against the wall forcing you to drop your phone.

“Let me go!” you shriek struggling. You struggle harder when you look up and meet those wide emerald eyes shoving at his chest with your free hand.

“No just please I’m sorry about earlier.” He attempts to explain shoving you back again and grabs the hand on his chest and presses it to the wall. Pressing a knee between your thighs he forces your legs apart and crowds you further against the wall. “You’re so pretty and just please I’m sorry.” His face is so close to yours that you can smell the heavy stench of scotch on his breath now. You struggle harder in his grip trying to kick at him which only presses you harder into his thigh.

“Get off of me!” You cry, thrashing in his grip.

“I just w-want to get to know you please. I’m I’m sorry about earlier.”

“No get the fuck off of me now.”

“You look so so good and smell so nice.” He murmurs leaning in to press his face into your neck.

“Stop it! let me go!”

Suddenly the body in front of you disappears and you’re on the floor scooting away to grab your phone. Looking up you find Midoriya pressed against the wall right next to where you just were with Shinsou seething over him.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Shinsou growls.

“Let me g-go asshole, this has nothing to do with you.” Midoryia mumbles trying to wiggle free.

“I think it has everything to do with me when you’re holding a girl forcibly against a fucking wall and she’s telling you to fucking let her go.”

“That’s that’s not what was happening.” he mumbles again, breaking free of Shinsou’s grip and moving towards you. “Just mind your own business I just wanna talk to her.”

Standing quickly you stumble backwards to get away from him until Shinsou is grabbing him and forcefully spinning him around to face him. It happens so quickly, Midoriya says something that you don’t hear and Shinsou immediately pulls back and there’s a sickening crunch when his fist lands perfectly against Midoriya's nose and he drops clenching his nose. Before you can make any kind of move the bouncer at the front of the club rounds the corner clearly pissed. He easily grabs your offender and hauls him to the front of the club which means Kaminari knows about what happened. The door to your left opens and Kaminari steps out nodding at Shinsou before moving towards you.

“Jesus fuck y/n I’m sorry. Are you okay? I wasn’t in my office so I didn’t see the cameras until Shinsou grabbed him.” Kaminari explains checking to make sure you’re ok.

“I’m ok” You whisper “ A little shaken up but I’m ok um Shinsou showed up before anything really bad could happen.”

“I’m banning him obviously and he’ll be taken care of.”

“Thanks Denki.”

“Anytime, you need anything else from me before I head up front?” He smiles when you shake your head. “That was a good hit, take care of her yeah?”

Shinsou gives a small nod and steps out of the way watching Kaminari go off towards the front to do whatever he has planned. Cautiously you step forward and tap Shinsou on the arm softly. He turns towards you slowly and stumbles back slightly when you wrap your arms around him suddenly.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” You mumble into his neck.

“It was nothing, you don’t have to thank me.” He says patting your back a little awkwardly.

“I know, but still that could have ended really badly if you didn’t show up when you did.” You whisper, letting him go.

“Glad my shift was short today then. You’re off right? Let me walk you to your car.”

“Ah I didn’t drive today, I’m just gonna go up front and order my ride.”

“It’s 2:30 in the morning, let me give you a ride.” He offers tilting his head towards the staff parking lot.

“It’s not a big deal, I'll be fine.”

“I don’t mind.” Chewing your lip slightly you nod hesitantly. “ You don’t have to accept, you know, or I can wait with you if you want until your ride gets here.”

“No, I'll take the ride. I doubt you’d save me just to murder me.” You say with a small smile. Nodding, he leads you towards his car, unlocking it while you round the other side and pull the door open and slide into the passenger side while he gets into the driver's side.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Shinsou asks once his door closes.

“Honestly? Yeah, I’m a little shaken up but knowing Denki that guys gonna get the shit kicked out of him.”

“Yeah he doesn’t hold back when it comes to you guys.”

“Thanks again for helping me. Turns out you’re not as big of an asshole as I thought you were.”

Snorting he leans back in his seat to look over at you. “Sorry about that. Kaminari kept going on and on about you and I get really sick of him trying to set me up with people and then you showed up and I didn’t realize you were who he was talking about at first so I figured you were gonna be some stereotypical little brain dead dancer that has no thought other than money and booze. So I figured it would be easier to just be kind of rude than listen to you babble.”

“And when you figured out I had a brain you decided not to stop?”

“Pretty much, it was fun. You know everytime you walked up to the bar your eye would twitch and your smile was so fucking forced when I walked over to you.”

“Well no shit you were so rude and then I saw you laughing with Camie and then there’s Mina going on about giving you a chance that you’re not that bad and you were so annoying to me.”

“Well how’m I doin now?” He questions looking over at you spinning his keys around his index finger.

“Not so bad, calling me pretty helped, saving me really helped.”

“Like I said I never said you weren’t pretty, I may be a bit of an ass but I’m not fucking blind.” Laughing slightly he turns the car on finally. “Plus I was wrong anyway, you can hold a conversation pretty well.”

“Thanks, so can you when you’re not trying to drive me insane. So Kaminari tries to set you up a lot too?”

“All the fucking time.”

“What did he tell you about me?” you hesitantly question.

“Ahah um he said he had the perfect girl this time, pretty, smart, and you’ll love this, can keep up with me being an asshole. What’d he tell you?”

“Actually, Mina and Camie told me about you. They went on about how hot you were and that you were “totally” my type. Then I told Mina you were an asshole and she kept telling me to give you a chance.”

“Totally your type huh.” He smirks at you.

“Shut up!” You squeak feeling your cheeks heat up. “I’m the perfect girl apparently so.” You say making a face at him.

Shinsou lets out a deep chuckle at that and leans back in his seat again shaking his head. Turning his head slightly he looks over you, taking in the way you pick at the sleeve of your sweatshirt and chew on your bottom lip slightly. Peeking up at him you happen to catch him staring at you.

“What?” You question when he doesn’t look away.

“You do know I can’t just guess where you live right?” He says with a shit eating grin.

“And I was just starting to like you.” You mumble. “Gimme your phone I’ll put it in your gps, it’ll be easier.” Holding out your hand you wait for him to unlock his phone and scroll to the maps app and hand it over to you. He eyes you oddly for a minute.

“Ah so I am just your type then.”

“Shut up, that's not what I meant.” You whine covering your face slightly as you hand his phone back.

“Whatever you say.” Snorts Shinsou as he sets his phone up in it’s little mount.

“God don’t start being an asshole again.”

“Or what, you gonna stop liking me?”

“Maybe! What are you gonna do if the perfect girl walks out of your life huh?” You sass back.

“Denki said you were perfect.” Shinsou corrects easily.

“You haven’t denied it or said he was wrong.” You point out with a smug grin.

“Because I haven’t fully decided if he’s right or not yet.” He states lamely. Your eyes widen at his response as you sputter helplessly for a second. “You decide if I’m your type or not?”

“Looks wise? Yeah. Personality wise? Haven’t decided.” You state trying to sound bold.

He leans towards you just a little, eyes scanning over your face with a blank expression. Looking back at him you look over his face, you can’t help but admire the few piercings he has. Something about being this close to him feels kind of right, it feels safe and like everything from this moment on is going to be ok. You stop listening to the logical part of your brain and lean in and press your lips to his. Slowly he follows your lead and returns the kiss easily. Pushing against him a little more he quickly brings a hand up to cup your cheek as he pulls away from you.

“Why’d you stop?” You whisper.

“Because you’ve had a hard night and I really should just take you home.”

“But I want to thank you for saving me.”

“You did, you really don’t have to do anything else.”

“Ok so what if I just want to make out with the really hot bartender then and not do it as a thank you?”

“Well that’s different, I can get behind that.” He whispers leaning back in to press his lips to yours.

Giggling slightly against his lips you easily return the kiss allowing him to take control as you awkwardly lean over the center console. You shift around slightly, pulling a knee up on to your seat to lean into him a little more. Sensing your discomfort he slides a hand around to rest on the back of your neck while the other sneaks down to your waist to coax you over to him. Taking his hint you pull back from the kiss and allow him to help pull you into his lap. With you now in his lap he pulls you back down into a kiss before moving around slightly to push his seat back giving you a better angle.

Sinking down into his seat a little, the hand on the back of your neck squeezes gently while the other one rests against your lower back. A soft whine escapes you as he nips at your bottom lip and pulls you against him just a little more. His tongue tentatively swipes across the seam of your lips asking for entrance which you eagerly grant. You moan softly when you feel the slightly cool metal of a tongue ring press into your own tongue. Your hands slowly trail up his arms, one slowly moves up to scratch at the short hair of his undercut while the other rests on his bicep squeezing. Taking a chance you grind down against him and happily swallow the deep groan he lets out.

The hand on his bicep drifts to his chest and slowly trails down his chest until you reach the hem of his shirt. Pulling back you trail soft kisses along his jaw until you bite softly into his neck. Shinsou lets out a deep groan as your teeth graze across his skin just as your hand slides under his black shirt to slide across the hard muscles of his abs. The hand on your lower back fists into your sweatshirt while he tangles his fingers in your hair tugging gently as his hips roll up into yours.

“Fuck.” You mumble as you slide his shirt up to his chest allowing you the full view of his abs and the tattoo that spans across his pecs.

“Like what you see?” He questions giving you a cocky little smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah you’re really hot now, shut up and take this off.” You urge tugging at his shirt. Giving a little snort he pulls his shirt off and tosses it into the passenger seat before dipping his hands under your sweatshirt to rest on your hips and help you move against him. Looking down at him you quickly pull your sweatshirt off leaving you in just your bra and shorts. You let your fingers trace over the tattoos covering his chest and left arm. A small shiver runs up your spine when slightly calloused fingers dance over bare skin.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” Mumbles Shinsou pulling your body close to him and peppering little kisses across your neck. “Tell me if you want to stop, ok?”

“Uh huh” you hum tilting your head back a soft sigh escapes you as he presses you down harder into his lap. He easily drags you across the bulge in his jeans sighing when you press yourself down with a light moan. “That’s it, good girl.”

It doesn’t take long for you to quickly scramble around and pull your shorts off while still in his lap. Shinsou doesn’t hesitate to help rid you of your shorts before pushing you back slightly so your back presses up against the steering wheel taking a moment to really look you over in the little moonlight that bleeds in through his tinted windows. His hands creep your sides caressing your breasts over your bra before slipping his hands under the thin material he gropes at the soft flesh.

“Shinsou.” You sigh softly as his hands slide behind your back pulling you back towards him.

“Hitoshi.” He mumbles as he presses feather light kisses along the outline of your bra.

“Hitoshi.” You whisper testing out his name, smiling when he hums his approval against your breast.

You roll your hips against his, moaning at the rough feeling of his jeans pressing against you through the thin material of your panties. His hands move down grabbing at your ass, before slipping under the thin material to hold onto your bare skin. His fingers dig into the cleft of your ass squeezing as he pushes his hips up into yours. Leaning down you pull him up into another kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth letting them dance together. You moan into his mouth when you feel one of his hands pull away from your ass and move around to dive into your panties again and cup your cunt.

“Hitoshi.” You moan softly pushing your hips into his hand. Taking your little hint he sinks a finger into your wet entrance, thrusting it shallowly. Quickly he presses a second finger in you slowly working them into a scissoring motion while you moan against his mouth. Licking into his mouth you reach down between the two of you, fumbling around struggling to pop the button on his jeans and pull his zipper down. Once you’ve got it down he lets go of your ass and with one hand helps you shove his jeans down his thighs just enough for you to pull his hard cock out.

“Shit.” He hisses when your soft hand wraps him and slowly starts pumping.

“Hitoshi.” You whimper softly as his palm grinds into your clit and a third finger is added. Pressing your forehead to his you watch his jaw flex as you thumb over his tip spreading the bead of pre. Twisting his wrist slightly you let out a choked noise as the pads of his fingers press into your spot. Letting go of his cock you wrap your hand around his wrist pulling his fingers out of, before he can question you, you reach down, pushing your panties to the side you line his tip up with your entrance. “Can I?”

“Fuck, of course.” He replies, resting his hands on your hips. His breathing is uneven as you carefully lower yourself, face scrunching slightly as his cock stretches you open. You feel his fingers dig into your hips as you slow your pace trying to get used to the stretch. “Shit, so tight.”

Finally you sink down fully, nails biting into his biceps as you struggle to breathe evenly. Pulling you into a long kiss Shinsou drops a hand between the two of you to stroke at your clit helping you get used to the feeling. Sighing into the kiss you slowly rock your hips testing out the feeling. Once you’ve fully gotten used to the stretch you shift your knees slightly to help support you rising up only to drop yourself back down taking his cock fully. Building up a steady pace you shift around again still not finding the right angle, biting into your lower lip you press your hands into his shoulders hoping some leverage will help. After about five minutes of shifting slightly and fucking yourself down on his cock you let out a high whine while throwing back your head.

“Need some help?” Shinsou questions as he lets his hands wander over your body.

“No.” You mumble stubbornly shifting around again, face pinching tight when you lean back still not quite getting the angle you want. He raises a questioning eyebrow but grunts when you clench around him pointedly. “I’ll find it.” You grunt, dropping yourself down again. There’s no denying that simply being full of him feels good but you just can’t seem to find the angle to hit that little spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip you lean forward tucking your face into Shinsou’s neck so he can’t see the unhappy face you make but it does little to hide the small whine you let out again.

“Alright, that’s it, get in the back.” He grunts lightly trying to pull you off of him.

“No I can do it.”

“Get in the back or I’ll throw you in the back.” He states gruffly.

“No.”

“Fine.” Grabbing you by the thighs he hoists you up high enough to let his cock fall free before moving to the side awkwardly and tossing you through the gap between the front seats. You land with a startled squeal and stare over at him with big eyes as he rather ungracefully climbs over the console and shoves his pants down fully, leaving the two of you in only your underwear. “Just had to be stubborn about it, couldn’t just let me be nice and help.” he mutters kneeling on the back seat beside you.

Shinsou easily turns you on your front, pulling your hips up giving you little time to scramble around and push up onto your forearms before he shoves your underwear to the side again and plunges into you. Pressing on your shoulders he forces you into a deep arch and immediately starts thrusting. You want to complain but the words die and turn into a choked moan as he brushes that spot easily. Within seconds the car fills with the loud sound of his hips slapping into your ass mixed with the high pitch sound of your moans every time he bottoms out.

“There we fucking go, see you just needed a little help.” He grunts smugly from behind you.

It doesn’t take long for your arms to give out letting your face smash into the fabric of the back seat. With each thrust your body jolts helplessly, fingers dig into the cushion hoping you’ll find something to ground yourself with.

“Hitoshi.” You moan brokenly when a large hand cracks down against your ass.

“Fuck. I’ve wanted to see this pretty ass bounce since I saw you on stage.” Grunts Shinsou.

“Please, oh shit.” You squeak when he leans over you forcing himself somehow deeper into you while he wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you up onto your knees so your back is pressed flush to his chest. The hand on your shoulder grabs your face forcing you to crane your neck slightly as he brings you into a sloppy kiss. Your hands scramble slightly until one finds its home on his arm while the other reaches behind you taking a fist full of soft purple hair. The hand on your hip drops down to rub quick hard circles into your clit, forcing a long drawn out moan from you and a low groan from him as you spasm around him.

“Shit, how are you, so fucking tight.” Shinsou grunts into your neck.

“M’ not, just big.” You mumble incoherently as your toes start to curl.

“You’re close huh? Can feel you squeezing around me.”

“Uh huh so close. Fuck Toshi.”

Pulling out of you, he ignores you protesting whine and scoots back letting you fall he flips you over onto your back. He takes a moment to admire you panting up at him in the soft moon light before he pulls you close to him pressing your legs up until they rest comfortably over his arms and pushes into you again. Smashing his lips into yours he starts up his brutal pace again. Almost folded in half he reaches impossibly deep within you forcing the air from your lungs with every thrust. Your kiss turns into the two of you simply panting against each other as he does his best to wreck you.

Broken moans of Hitoshi, faster, so close, fall freely from you while he grunts and nods his head in understanding. Reaching up to him you tangle a hand in his hair again while the other scratches at his chest as you feel your end nearing. He drops one of your legs in favor of rubbing quick circles onto your sensitive clit. Shifting you up slightly he changes his angle enough to make sure he hammers into the spot repeatedly. Finally the knot that had quickly started growing low in your belly snaps. Your toes curl, back arching as pure ecstasy washes over you. Your entire body tenses up as you gush around him moaning helplessly as he keeps his movement stead to help work you through our orgasm.

“That’s it, there we go. Good girl.” He groans through gritted teeth trying to keep himself together. Once your body starts to relax under him again he stops his assault on your clit and works on his own end which finds him easily as your sensitive cunt continues to clench around him sporadically. With a low moan of your name he leans over you painting your inner walls white as he shallowly thrusts to work himself through it.

Stilling above you he lets your other leg fall as he leans down and kisses you again this time softer like when you kissed him for the first time. Your hands brush soft purple locks off his sweaty forehead as you two try and catch your breaths in the now humid car. Pulling out of you he pulls his boxer up before leaning over the center console to start the car and turn the ac on low. Throwing himself back into the backseat he sits with his back against the opposite one from where you’ve slightly propped yourself up against. Watching you for a moment he holds out a hand for you, when you look at him quizzically he rolls his eyes and leans forward and grabs your arm and pulls you over to him.

“So, do you agree with Kaminari or not?” You question once you’ve given in and rest against him.

“He might be right this time around.” He admits looking down at you. “The real question is am I your type or not?”

“Mmm you could be. Depends on what happens after this.”

“I was thinking of kicking you out of my car and going for food.” He says not looking at you. Rolling your eyes you slap his chest softly. “Seriously I’m starving, wanna grab food then I’ll take you home?”

“I could eat.” You smile as you grab your clothes from the front seat and get dressed again. Throwing his shirt at him you climb back into the front seat while he pulls his jeans and everything back on and steps out of the car to get in the normal way.

“So food then I’ll drop you off at your place?” He asks as he puts the car in reverse.

“Yeah, or if food goes well you can just spend the night.” You tease.

“Sounds good to me.”

As he pulls out of the parking spot he starts on his way towards some of the food places that rest downtown near the club. Stopping at the end of the little alleyway that bleeds into the main road, Shinsou's phone buzzes softly in it’s little mount. Before he takes off again he unlocks it to check the message.

“That asshole.” He grunts, pulling his phone off the mount to type out a message.

“What?”

He hands his phone over to you as he takes off again allowing you to read the message.

the blonde’s ruby eyes flutter shut, Heath of lust flushing through his body— he pushes his forehead against yours, revelling in the way quiet and tiny simpers wet your lips. “s’proud of you, sugar,” katsuki whispers against you shakily, holding back a grunt when his cockhead catches on your clit— beads of clear precum adding to the wetness on your underwear. “wanna reward you baby, fer doin’ so well...fuck,”

a slow nod is all you give, shifting your hips in low circles— gasping small and breathily. you’re so cute when you’re like this, doped up and sleepy— katsuki’s heart swells in his chest when you respond to him pulling your panties aside with mewls and fingers that latch onto him, forming a tight grip. he eases his cock past your tightness, sheathing himself in your fluttering ribbed walls until you feel him in your tummy and you drool on his shoulder.

“can’t believe you did that baby, showed ‘em all who’s boss, thas my sweet angel,” he purrs into your hairline, barley lifting you up and down on his dick, listening to the gooey wet sounds that slip from where your bodies join. “love you baby, s’much. always gonna love ya, ‘cause y’so good t’me,” bakugou slurs when curling an arm around your waist and a hand over the back of your head until your bodies are incredibly close and the slow rolls of his hips make his cockhead hit your pleasure spot just right. “always so good,”

you cry only just, like a sleeping little baby— barely able to think and only able to feel all the love and passion katsuki pours into churning up your gummy insides and making a mess of you on his dick. “good for ‘suki?” you clamp around him absentmindedly, voice thick with exhaustion while you melt in his arms.

“always f’me, always for me, sugar,” he hums, face curling with pleasure as he shoves it into yours. hot breath fanning over your skin, the warmth only making you sleepier as his thrusts fo sloppier and sloppier inside you. “lemme cum inside you baby? that okay?” bakugou asks you even though you’re only half conscious, holding back hearty moans when you nod dazed against his chest. he whispers hurried ‘i love yous’ and ‘so goods’ against your forehead, hips jumping up and shaking when he cums hard, lining your insides with thick ropes of his white cream.

“fuuuck baby, gonna marry you, one day—shit, gonna marry you ‘n make you mine,” bakugou says, still emptying his load inside of your sex, barely letting you go as he rolls you both onto your sides and finally lets you drift off to sleep.

It’s always a nice feeling to come into the club and hear music and chatter from the main room. The sound of slightly intoxicated guests laughing and talking always makes you smile. The backrooms of the club are always filled with some kind of chatter and laughter from you and the other dancers. Kaminari generally lets his dancers do as they please with the back room as long as you guys keep it clean. A few girls already have a drink that was purchased for them settled on their counters waiting to be thrown out at the end of their shifts.

There’s a soft chorus of hellos from the couple dancers that are still in the room when you walk in. Smiling, you give them a nod and offer quick hugs before walking over to your area, setting down your stuff before heading over to the little dressing room and changing into your outfit for the night. Stepping out of the dressing room you smooth out your short red skirt as you glide back over to your seat. Flipping on the lights to your mirror you adjust your top fidgeting around with it until it sits in just the right spot. Smiling once it sits in the right spot you’re taken aback when you suddenly have a lap full of soft teal lace.

“Y/N!!!” cheers Mina as she wraps her arms around your neck. “I missed you! I’m so glad you're back from vacation.”

“Hi Mina I missed you too.” you laugh.

“Sooo have you seen him yet?”

“Seen who?”

“Ooo she doesn’t know!!” Chirps Camie.

“Know what?” You question looking between the two of them.

“The new bartender who is totally yummy and just your type!!” Says Camie wrapping her arms around your shoulders

“Ok first of all you guys are choking me, second, Denki hired a new bartender?”

“Oh yeah, they went to school together or something, his names Shinsou and holy shit Y/n you’re gonna fucking cream yourself when you see him.” You crinkle your nose at Mina’s crude wording but choose not to comment on it.

“She’s totally right. You’re gonna be obsessed with him!”

“Ok ok I’ll take your word for it. Now can I please finish getting ready? I would like to work on the floor.”

Camie smiles and gives you a little squeeze while Mina gives you a giant kiss on the cheek making sure she leaves a vibrant lipstick mark there. As she prances away to head out to the main floor you roll your eyes before swiveling around to work on getting the lipstick off your cheek before applying the final touches to your own makeup. Once your makeup is set you give your hair a final few touches and spritz of hairspray. Finally sliding on your black and red heels you give yourself a final look in the full length mirror making sure everything is in its place before nodding at the other dancers and heading out of the room.

Stepping out from the back of the club you look around smiling at guests who are entranced by your fellow dancers. You quickly make your way over to the bar, stepping behind it and walking over to the bartender, waving to one of the regulars you’re not really paying attention when you start speaking to them.

“Hey! I just wanted,” Your words die in your throat when you look up meeting cool lavender eyes.

“Wanted?” The owner of said eyes mocks, raising an eyebrow at you, which draws your attention to the piercing he has there.

“I um wanted to um.” you struggle, as you take in who you presume is the new bartender. It’s safe to say you’re a little entranced by messy lavender hair and a bored expression on his face. Then he starts talking again and your eyes drop down to his lips and fix on the hoop wrapped around his lip until you really hear what he’s saying.

“Yeah? Hello? Man, I really hope you dance better than you speak because this is really painful and a little sad.”

Your face pinches into a small scowl at his minor insult. “Excuse me I speak just fucking fine.”

“Really because you could have fooled me.”

“I just came over to let you know I prefer any drink bought for me to be non alcoholic not be fucking judged.”

“You got a name or am I just guessing?”

“Y/n, and my drink of choice is a champagne spritzer flavor doesn’t matter.”

“Great thanks.”

“And am I just supposed to call you asshole bartender or am I just guessing?” You question in a mocking tone, annoyance tainting your voice as he turns to walk away from you.

“Shinsou.”

The name repeats in your mind as you think of what Mina and Camie said to you in the dressing room. They’re right though, looks wise he is totally your type, piercings, tattoos, tall and just hotter than hell in general. However his personality isn’t winning any prizes so far. Taking a deep breath you shake your head and pull on a smile and step back out from the bar and start to walk the floor greeting customers as you move.

You’re about four lap dances in when you end up in the lap of a very sweet gentleman, you can’t help but smile at the mess of green curls and wide emerald eyes that look at you like you’re the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. He’s so polite about everything from the way he asks for a lap dance to the soft little “can I buy you a drink?”. When you go off to grab the drinks he eagerly follows behind you.

“And what can I get the two of you?” Shinsou questions looking over at you with a less than amused face.

“Um can I get a scotch on the rocks with a twist and um?” Your guest starts looking over at you unsure of what you want.

“Champagne spritzer please.” You chirp smiling at the way emerald eyes seem to brighten at your response and you maintain that smile when you catch Shinsou rolling his eyes.

Shinsou eyes the two of you before moving to make your drinks. “Cranberry champagne spritzer and scotch on the rocks with a twist.” He says passing the drinks to you two and nodding when your guest opens their wallet and hands over some cash shaking his head when asked if wants change. Nodding at the two of you he moves away to go back to assisting other guests.

Rolling your eyes at his slight rudeness you let yourself be led back to your original seat and sip on your drink while you listen to the rambling man in front of you. When your drink is finished you’re eagerly handed enough cash to cover another lap dance with a wide smile. His freckled cheeks are starting to tinge just a little pink, he seems like a lightweight when it comes to drinking, cute. While you move around him his hands carefully touch at your waist and sides, carefully following the rules you told him earlier. Until they drift ever so slightly under your skirt and graze across your lace covered ass and immediately they snap back to his sides as he looks up at you with an all to apologetic face and muttering multiple apologies.

“Everyone gets one little screw up. Don’t let it happen again.” You say stopping your dance and giving him a stern look.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” He apologizes before looking down at his lap.

“I have to go, I’m on main stage in a bit. Have fun out here.” Giving him a nod and a little pat on the cheek before walking towards the backrooms.

Before walking away you take a moment to look up at the main stage smiling as Mina twirls around the pole effortlessly. She always has a little sparkle in her eye and a smile on her face when she dances. Noting that her music is almost at its end you finally stop watching and make your way back. You catch a quick glimpse of Shinsou talking to Camie with a small smile laughing at something she said. “So apparently he’s only an ass to me, good to know.” You mumbles stepping into the dressing room to touch up your hair and makeup again. Settling in your seat you start making little adjustments to your hair tweaking little pieces here and there when you hear Mina whoop somewhere behind you as she prances in from off stage.

“Hey! Y/n! Sooo did you meet Shinsou?” Asks Mina after she chugs half a water bottle.

“Careful you don’t drown babe, and yeah I met him he’s kind of an ass.”

“What? He’s not an ass, a little rough but I wouldn’t call him an ass.”

“Really because he was kind of a jerk to me earlier for no reason. He’s hot and all but I don’t really see anything saving that interaction for a long time.”

“Nooo c’mon even Denki thinks you two would be good together.”

“Denki thinks I would be good with everyone he hires.” You say laughing. Shrugging she hands you an unopened water bottle and hops up onto the counter next to where you’re getting ready. “I don’t know I just don’t think we’re gonna get along, I went up to the bar with a super sweet guest and he I don’t know he wasn’t the friendliest to us but went on to others smiling. Plus I saw him talking to Camie before I came in and he was smiling and laughing and with Camie’s schedule he’s known her for what three days?”

“Give him some time, I promise he’s not that bad. You’ll really like him plus you have eyes, he’s so fucking hot.”

“Fine fine I’ll agree he has tattoos and piercings and that’s all really hot but still.”

Slumping back against the mirror she sighs while watching you finish getting ready. Holding out her hand she snaps at you until you hand over your eyeliner. Rolling your eyes, you hand it over and wait for her to drop into your lap to fix and add some details to your makeup. Leaning back she gives you a huge smile before hopping off your lap letting you admire her work. Smiling, you open the water and take a few drinks making sure to relax before your set starts soon.

“You gonna do, I put a Spell On You tonight?” She says suddenly.

“Yeah, figured that and Tainted love. Some fan favorites would be good for the night. I know they don’t really flow together but they’re loved.”

“Oh yeah everyone always goes crazy for them, you always look damn good.”

“Please next to you I look like trash.”

“Shut up. You walk on stage and almost every guy on the floor has their eye on you.”

Rolling your eyes you nudge her softly laughing before drinking more of your water. Capping the bottle you stand up and give yourself a quick once over in the mirror adjusting your outfit one last time, you twirl around waiting for Mina’s approval. With her cheer of approval you make your way towards the door that leads out to the stage waiting for your cue.

Rolling your neck just as your name is called over the speakers in the main room, you make your way out of the curtain swaying your hips purposely. The heavy beat of Tainted Love fills the room as the main lights shift into a soft red glow. Carefully wrapping your hand around the pole you circle in slowly before letting your body roll to the beat. As the music shifts slightly you circle the pole before pulling yourself up and letting the momentum swing you around. Twirling around, you allow a leg to wrap around the pole as you straighten the opposite one while your body slides down to rest against the floor. Releasing the pole you start your crawl towards the end of the stage, making sure every move is over exaggerating making your body seem longer and leaner as you reach for the crowd before flipping yourself over to your back.

The lights around you shift and brighten allowing the guests seated around the stage to see you move. Your legs kick up as you push up to rest your weight against your arms. Fanning your legs out you slowly twist them before bringing them back together allowing your heels to clack together. Twisting yourself around to rest on your front before pushing up into a deep arch before bringing your legs up to let your heels smack against the fat of your ass. The lighting shifts again giving you a glimpse into the crowd, you bite back a wide smile when your eyes pass over your guest from earlier.

Those wide emerald eyes look up at you completely entranced by the way you move, only being torn away when a drink is offered to him and his old glass disappears. Now that you know he’s there you can feel his eyes on you, tracing your figure as you stand to move back towards the pole. One hand wrapped around the pole you push up onto the platform of your heels as you roll your body again. Giving a half spin around the pole you let your grip slacken just slightly so your body can sink to the floor as your turn. Laying flat on your back you kick your legs up and over yourself into a perfect shoulder roll until you rest on your front. Following the final beats of the song you let your hips sway from side to side with the final loud beat before letting your body drop as the song ends.

The lights on the main stage go out giving you a second to catch your breath and pull yourself up to get ready for the next song. Turning to face the crowd with your back against the pole you scan the room only to catch Shinsou looking over towards your spot on stage.

Your final song of the set is slower and more sensual, and consists of mainly pole work. Taking in a final deep breath as the music starts to play you close your eyes and spin around to face the pole as the main stage lights flicker on again after what feels like an eternity but in reality is less than a minute. Opening your eyes you start.

Rolling your head slowly you lean forward giving the audience a perfect few up your little skirt. With your hands pressed against your ankles you sway your hips to slow melody. Dragging your hands up your legs you keep your hips swaying until you stand at your full height. Spinning yourself around to face the crowd again you raise a hand above your head to gently grip the pole and as the first lyrics of the song play. Taking in a deep breath you reach toward the crowd slowly pulling your hand back as if trying to call the crowd to you. Releasing the pole you turn yourself slowly before grabbing at it again, walking around it slightly to give yourself some momentum you pull yourself up and let your legs spread as you spin around it slowly.

Your heels hit the floor gently as your spin comes to a natural end. Pinning the pole between your arm and side you hold it carefully before grabbing it with your other hand again and hoisting yourself up. Letting the music run through you, you fan your legs in mid air before letting your grip slacken so you can flip around and slide down into a perfect split. Bringing your back leg forward you sit up on your knees reaching up, your fingers wrap around the pole, kicking your right leg out and around the pole you use the spin to pull yourself up into a standing position again. Taking a small half step you twirl yourself around the pole again pulling your knees up so your ankles cross as you spin.

As your spin slows you climb up the pole slowly until you’re high enough for your next move. Giving yourself a little spin you hook your right leg around the pole, you straighten your left leg out letting the pole settle between your legs before letting one hand slide down until you slowly hang upside down and let yourself spin elegantly only held up by your legs. The crowd lets out a little cheer as you go, little cheers follow throughout the rest of your routine. Finally the music comes to it’s final notes. You slide down to rest on your knees again, making sure your face is held in a sultry expression as you reach for the crowd one more time as the main stage lights fade out again and the crowd cheers for you. Slumping back slightly you do your best to catch your breath before pushing up and making your way off stage and back to the dressing room.

Stepping through the curtain you’re greeted by Mina’s smiling face and a cold bottle of water.

“You freaking killed it babe!” cries Mina.

“Thanks, it felt good. A week away felt like so long, sometimes I forget how much I actually enjoy dancing.” You say uncapping your water sipping on the cool liquid.

“You gonna take a few minutes before hitting the floor again?”

“Yeah, gotta catch my breath and maybe finish this bottle before I head out there.”

“Good idea, I’m gonna go before Denki comes looking for me.”

“Have fun and make some money.” You call as she walks away. Before she steps out of the room she spins around and makes a face at you before disappearing out of the dressing room leaving you and the other few dancers in the room alone. Settling down in your seat you take a few minutes to gather your thoughts and finish your drink before heading back to the floor.

Not long after you hit the floor you have a few different guests who eagerly ask you for a dance. Drinks are offered to you which you politely decline most of them. Resuming your rounds of the club you happily take different drink orders and glide over to the bar to grab them. Grimacing slightly when Shinsou is the one who appears in front of you each time you go up to grab a drink for a guest. He passes the glasses over to you staring at you when you don’t immediately leave.

“Can I get a tray?” You ask gesturing to the three glasses he set in front of you.

“Could have asked for one at the beginning.”

“I figured you’d give me one since I only have two hands and there are three drinks.”

Snorting at you he rolls his eyes and walks away to grab a tray before returning and spacing the drinks out evenly on the tray before pushing towards you. Sucking your teeth once you grab the tray and head off to hand out your drinks. After a few more minutes of laughing and another lap dance you start making your rounds again. At a small table in the corner you find your original guest from earlier nursing the last of a drink.

“Need a refill?” You purr leaning in close. His head snaps up emerald eyes widening when he realizes how close you are to him.

“Yeah, yeah yes please. It’s ah um scotch r-rocks and um ah twist.” He manages to get out while he looks over you.

“I’ll be right back, you wait right here.”

Keeping a nice even sway in your hips you feel his eyes on you as you glide over to the bar you lean on it making sure to push your hips back to give your guest a nice view. The smile on your face drops slightly when of course Shinsou appears in front of you instead of Sero. Looking over you sigh when you realize he’s already in the middle of something.

“You gonna order or just feel like taking up space at my bar?” Shinsou questions leaning down with his arms crossed against the bar.

“Scotch on the rocks with a twist.”

“Ah for the little puppy you’ve picked up. That’s been his drink tonight right?”

“Yeah.” You say rather curtly.

“He one of your regulars?”

“No, I haven’t seen him around before. Kinda hoping he’ll stick around though, he’s sweet.”

“Yeah well a pretty girl likes him I’m sure he’ll stick around.”

“Ah so now I’m pretty.”

“Never said you weren't.” He mutters starting on the drink. “Just said you suck at holding a conversation.” He adds as he passes the glass over to you before walking away.

Taking the glass you watch him walk over towards Sero before shaking your head and making your way back to your guest. Handing him the glass you flitter around him as he drinks, still watching you with wide happy eyes.

“Can um can we do a VIP room? Is that um would that be ok?” He finally questions once his drink is finished.

“Of course, c’mon.” You purr holding your hand out for him.

Smiling widely at you he takes your hand and lets you guide him towards another corner of the club passing through a little doorway covered by a curtain. Passing through another curtain into a smaller room with a nice plush little couch in it you pull him in gesturing over towards the couch for him to take a seat. The VIP rooms tend to be a little brighter than the rest of the club allowing you to really take a good look at him finally. There’s a bright blush across his freckled cheeks, whether it’s from him drinking or him finally getting to take a good look at you, you’re unsure. Walking over to him you take a seat with your back against the arm of the couch you prop your thighs over his lap.

“Same rules as out there, got it?” You chirp smiling as you watch him look over your legs in his lap.

“Ye-yeah.”

“So, you want a dance or we can just talk? Your pick!” You question. “Oh we could also do both, I can talk and dance at the same time.”

“Can we do that then, I like watching you dance.”

Giving him a small smile and nod before sitting up and sliding one leg over his lap fully so you can straddle him. Giving his shoulders a little push until he leans back into the faux leather of the couch.

“So is this your first time here?” You question as you start your dance.

“Um yeah, I’ve come past here a few times but this is the first time I um have ever actually come in.”

“Well I’m glad you came in today.”

“So am I.” He mumbles entranced by the way you move above him.

“Do you have a name?”

“Huh? Oh um yeah it’s Midoriya.”

“Midoriya, good to know.”

He’s silent after that, mouth hanging open ever so slightly as he watches the way you move. His hands are so careful when they touch your thighs or sides, like he’s afraid of hurting you or something. Turning around you make a show of bending over in front of him, smiling slightly when you hear him suck in a harsh breath as he gets a clear view up your little skirt that really hides nothing. Something about the way he looks at you and the little noises he makes as you move makes you feel amazing about yourself. Spinning around again to straddle his lap you put a hand on his shoulder while his hands hold your sides gently. Leaning back you let your head roll slowly, his hands move along your sides as you go,gently sliding to rest in the middle of your back.

Suddenly your head snaps up looking at him startled when his hands drop and grope at your ass. It’s not like earlier when they just grazed it, now it’s greedy handfuls. Your entire body tenses as he pulls you into him. Shoving his shoulders back some you try to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Hey, I al-already told you, you get one fuck up and you used yours.” You struggle to get out as you shove at him some more.

“You’re really pretty you know?” He mumbles looking up at you and letting you go. He swallows roughly looking down at his lap as you shoot away from him. “Um sorry, I-I-I’m sorry.”

“We’re done here, I suggest you leave.” You say trying to keep an even voice.

“Wait! Please, I'm sorry!”

You make your way out of the room keeping your head down, and unfortunately the bouncer usually near the VIP rooms is nowhere to be seen. The dressing room door is too far away to make a clean getaway without being found and you really don’t feel like being the girl that makes a giant scene especially when you look up and see Camie on the main stage. Not wanting to ruin her set, you make your way to the bar relieved to see Kaminari standing there talking to Shinsou. Walking as fast as your heels allow you glance behind you, catching a glimpse of Midoriya you move quicker sliding behind Kaminari and dropping behind the bar between him and Shinsou.

They both stare down at you before looking at one another with raised eyebrows until you wave at them mouthing “Stop staring”. Looking up at each other Shinsou shrugs and looks back out at the crowd as Kaminari slides down next to you.

“Alright, what’s up?” Questions Kaminari.

“Please don’t get mad that I’m hiding.” You apologize, taking a deep breath. “This guy, he just got a little too into me and got a little to handy and there wasn’t a bouncer so I’m hiding.”

“First off, you know I’m never going to get mad about you hiding because of something like that, you give them your rules and that’s that. You say no and it’s done.”

“I know, it’s just.”

“No you know that if you say no it’s over. You want him kicked out and banned or just kicked out for the night, it's your call, whatever makes you feel safer.”

“I’m done for the night here in a few minutes so um I don’t think it matters.”

“Y/n.” Starts Kaminari grimacing at you.

“Fine, just kick him okay.”

“Alright, c’mon I’ll walk you back to the dressing room and you can point him out.” He states standing up and offering you a hand.

Shinsou gives you both an odd look as Kaminari pulls up and wraps an arm around your waist. Kaminari shakes his head at him and starts walking towards the back room keeping you on the side closest to guests so you can point out who he needs to look for. Upon reappearing on the floor you see the little mop of green curls appear a few tables away and you tense and stop in your tracks. Turning to Kaminari you whisper the description and give him a moment to find the face in the crowd. His eyes narrow as he sees him and he quickly pushes you to his other side, tucking you against him and walking quickly to the back room.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to ban him?” Questions Kaminari again as you step into the hall leading to the back rooms. “Are you gonna feel safe if he comes in again?”

“Yeah I’m sure. I don’t think he’s a threat, just eager.” you state.

“Ok, it’s your call, you change your mind and it’s done.” He sighs. “Alright! I’m gonna go kick this son of a bitch out for the night and Jiro collected everything from the stage so cash out with her and you are free.”

“Nice! And thank you Denki, I know I don’t have to worry while I work here.” You say sincerely as you hug him. “Also before you go, your friend is a dick, so stop trying to have everyone talk him up and stop trying to set me up with everyone you know.”

“You’re welcome and he’s not that bad. Give him a chance.” he whispers, hugging you before disappearing back into the main room.

Sighing as he disappears you head back into the dressing rooms and quickly change back into your simple shorts and a sweatshirt. Gathering your things you head down the halls toward Kaminari’s office and push the door open to find Jiro seated in the chair going through some paperwork. She smiles at you and hands over your tips from the night and waits for you to divide out the amount to pay out the bartenders and her since she was the dj for your shift. Taking your tips and shoving them into your bag you head out the backdoor. Stepping into the cool night air you pull your phone to start looking for a ride home. Leaning against the cold brick wall you put all your attention on your phone you don’t notice the sound of footsteps until a hand wraps around your wrist and a body crowds in against you. Your hand is forced back against the wall forcing you to drop your phone.

“Let me go!” you shriek struggling. You struggle harder when you look up and meet those wide emerald eyes shoving at his chest with your free hand.

“No just please I’m sorry about earlier.” He attempts to explain shoving you back again and grabs the hand on his chest and presses it to the wall. Pressing a knee between your thighs he forces your legs apart and crowds you further against the wall. “You’re so pretty and just please I’m sorry.” His face is so close to yours that you can smell the heavy stench of scotch on his breath now. You struggle harder in his grip trying to kick at him which only presses you harder into his thigh.

“Get off of me!” You cry, thrashing in his grip.

“I just w-want to get to know you please. I’m I’m sorry about earlier.”

“No get the fuck off of me now.”

“You look so so good and smell so nice.” He murmurs leaning in to press his face into your neck.

“Stop it! let me go!”

Suddenly the body in front of you disappears and you’re on the floor scooting away to grab your phone. Looking up you find Midoriya pressed against the wall right next to where you just were with Shinsou seething over him.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Shinsou growls.

“Let me g-go asshole, this has nothing to do with you.” Midoryia mumbles trying to wiggle free.

“I think it has everything to do with me when you’re holding a girl forcibly against a fucking wall and she’s telling you to fucking let her go.”

“That’s that’s not what was happening.” he mumbles again, breaking free of Shinsou’s grip and moving towards you. “Just mind your own business I just wanna talk to her.”

Standing quickly you stumble backwards to get away from him until Shinsou is grabbing him and forcefully spinning him around to face him. It happens so quickly, Midoriya says something that you don’t hear and Shinsou immediately pulls back and there’s a sickening crunch when his fist lands perfectly against Midoriya's nose and he drops clenching his nose. Before you can make any kind of move the bouncer at the front of the club rounds the corner clearly pissed. He easily grabs your offender and hauls him to the front of the club which means Kaminari knows about what happened. The door to your left opens and Kaminari steps out nodding at Shinsou before moving towards you.

“Jesus fuck y/n I’m sorry. Are you okay? I wasn’t in my office so I didn’t see the cameras until Shinsou grabbed him.” Kaminari explains checking to make sure you’re ok.

“I’m ok” You whisper “ A little shaken up but I’m ok um Shinsou showed up before anything really bad could happen.”

“I’m banning him obviously and he’ll be taken care of.”

“Thanks Denki.”

“Anytime, you need anything else from me before I head up front?” He smiles when you shake your head. “That was a good hit, take care of her yeah?”

Shinsou gives a small nod and steps out of the way watching Kaminari go off towards the front to do whatever he has planned. Cautiously you step forward and tap Shinsou on the arm softly. He turns towards you slowly and stumbles back slightly when you wrap your arms around him suddenly.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” You mumble into his neck.

“It was nothing, you don’t have to thank me.” He says patting your back a little awkwardly.

“I know, but still that could have ended really badly if you didn’t show up when you did.” You whisper, letting him go.

“Glad my shift was short today then. You’re off right? Let me walk you to your car.”

“Ah I didn’t drive today, I’m just gonna go up front and order my ride.”

“It’s 2:30 in the morning, let me give you a ride.” He offers tilting his head towards the staff parking lot.

“It’s not a big deal, I'll be fine.”

“I don’t mind.” Chewing your lip slightly you nod hesitantly. “ You don’t have to accept, you know, or I can wait with you if you want until your ride gets here.”

“No, I'll take the ride. I doubt you’d save me just to murder me.” You say with a small smile. Nodding, he leads you towards his car, unlocking it while you round the other side and pull the door open and slide into the passenger side while he gets into the driver's side.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Shinsou asks once his door closes.

“Honestly? Yeah, I’m a little shaken up but knowing Denki that guys gonna get the shit kicked out of him.”

“Yeah he doesn’t hold back when it comes to you guys.”

“Thanks again for helping me. Turns out you’re not as big of an asshole as I thought you were.”

Snorting he leans back in his seat to look over at you. “Sorry about that. Kaminari kept going on and on about you and I get really sick of him trying to set me up with people and then you showed up and I didn’t realize you were who he was talking about at first so I figured you were gonna be some stereotypical little brain dead dancer that has no thought other than money and booze. So I figured it would be easier to just be kind of rude than listen to you babble.”

“And when you figured out I had a brain you decided not to stop?”

“Pretty much, it was fun. You know everytime you walked up to the bar your eye would twitch and your smile was so fucking forced when I walked over to you.”

“Well no shit you were so rude and then I saw you laughing with Camie and then there’s Mina going on about giving you a chance that you’re not that bad and you were so annoying to me.”

“Well how’m I doin now?” He questions looking over at you spinning his keys around his index finger.

“Not so bad, calling me pretty helped, saving me really helped.”

“Like I said I never said you weren’t pretty, I may be a bit of an ass but I’m not fucking blind.” Laughing slightly he turns the car on finally. “Plus I was wrong anyway, you can hold a conversation pretty well.”

“Thanks, so can you when you’re not trying to drive me insane. So Kaminari tries to set you up a lot too?”

“All the fucking time.”

“What did he tell you about me?” you hesitantly question.

“Ahah um he said he had the perfect girl this time, pretty, smart, and you’ll love this, can keep up with me being an asshole. What’d he tell you?”

“Actually, Mina and Camie told me about you. They went on about how hot you were and that you were “totally” my type. Then I told Mina you were an asshole and she kept telling me to give you a chance.”

“Totally your type huh.” He smirks at you.

“Shut up!” You squeak feeling your cheeks heat up. “I’m the perfect girl apparently so.” You say making a face at him.

Shinsou lets out a deep chuckle at that and leans back in his seat again shaking his head. Turning his head slightly he looks over you, taking in the way you pick at the sleeve of your sweatshirt and chew on your bottom lip slightly. Peeking up at him you happen to catch him staring at you.

“What?” You question when he doesn’t look away.

“You do know I can’t just guess where you live right?” He says with a shit eating grin.

“And I was just starting to like you.” You mumble. “Gimme your phone I’ll put it in your gps, it’ll be easier.” Holding out your hand you wait for him to unlock his phone and scroll to the maps app and hand it over to you. He eyes you oddly for a minute.

“Ah so I am just your type then.”

“Shut up, that's not what I meant.” You whine covering your face slightly as you hand his phone back.

“Whatever you say.” Snorts Shinsou as he sets his phone up in it’s little mount.

“God don’t start being an asshole again.”

“Or what, you gonna stop liking me?”

“Maybe! What are you gonna do if the perfect girl walks out of your life huh?” You sass back.

“Denki said you were perfect.” Shinsou corrects easily.

“You haven’t denied it or said he was wrong.” You point out with a smug grin.

“Because I haven’t fully decided if he’s right or not yet.” He states lamely. Your eyes widen at his response as you sputter helplessly for a second. “You decide if I’m your type or not?”

“Looks wise? Yeah. Personality wise? Haven’t decided.” You state trying to sound bold.

He leans towards you just a little, eyes scanning over your face with a blank expression. Looking back at him you look over his face, you can’t help but admire the few piercings he has. Something about being this close to him feels kind of right, it feels safe and like everything from this moment on is going to be ok. You stop listening to the logical part of your brain and lean in and press your lips to his. Slowly he follows your lead and returns the kiss easily. Pushing against him a little more he quickly brings a hand up to cup your cheek as he pulls away from you.

“Why’d you stop?” You whisper.

“Because you’ve had a hard night and I really should just take you home.”

“But I want to thank you for saving me.”

“You did, you really don’t have to do anything else.”

“Ok so what if I just want to make out with the really hot bartender then and not do it as a thank you?”

“Well that’s different, I can get behind that.” He whispers leaning back in to press his lips to yours.

Giggling slightly against his lips you easily return the kiss allowing him to take control as you awkwardly lean over the center console. You shift around slightly, pulling a knee up on to your seat to lean into him a little more. Sensing your discomfort he slides a hand around to rest on the back of your neck while the other sneaks down to your waist to coax you over to him. Taking his hint you pull back from the kiss and allow him to help pull you into his lap. With you now in his lap he pulls you back down into a kiss before moving around slightly to push his seat back giving you a better angle.

Sinking down into his seat a little, the hand on the back of your neck squeezes gently while the other one rests against your lower back. A soft whine escapes you as he nips at your bottom lip and pulls you against him just a little more. His tongue tentatively swipes across the seam of your lips asking for entrance which you eagerly grant. You moan softly when you feel the slightly cool metal of a tongue ring press into your own tongue. Your hands slowly trail up his arms, one slowly moves up to scratch at the short hair of his undercut while the other rests on his bicep squeezing. Taking a chance you grind down against him and happily swallow the deep groan he lets out.

The hand on his bicep drifts to his chest and slowly trails down his chest until you reach the hem of his shirt. Pulling back you trail soft kisses along his jaw until you bite softly into his neck. Shinsou lets out a deep groan as your teeth graze across his skin just as your hand slides under his black shirt to slide across the hard muscles of his abs. The hand on your lower back fists into your sweatshirt while he tangles his fingers in your hair tugging gently as his hips roll up into yours.

“Fuck.” You mumble as you slide his shirt up to his chest allowing you the full view of his abs and the tattoo that spans across his pecs.

“Like what you see?” He questions giving you a cocky little smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah you’re really hot now, shut up and take this off.” You urge tugging at his shirt. Giving a little snort he pulls his shirt off and tosses it into the passenger seat before dipping his hands under your sweatshirt to rest on your hips and help you move against him. Looking down at him you quickly pull your sweatshirt off leaving you in just your bra and shorts. You let your fingers trace over the tattoos covering his chest and left arm. A small shiver runs up your spine when slightly calloused fingers dance over bare skin.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” Mumbles Shinsou pulling your body close to him and peppering little kisses across your neck. “Tell me if you want to stop, ok?”

“Uh huh” you hum tilting your head back a soft sigh escapes you as he presses you down harder into his lap. He easily drags you across the bulge in his jeans sighing when you press yourself down with a light moan. “That’s it, good girl.”

It doesn’t take long for you to quickly scramble around and pull your shorts off while still in his lap. Shinsou doesn’t hesitate to help rid you of your shorts before pushing you back slightly so your back presses up against the steering wheel taking a moment to really look you over in the little moonlight that bleeds in through his tinted windows. His hands creep your sides caressing your breasts over your bra before slipping his hands under the thin material he gropes at the soft flesh.

“Shinsou.” You sigh softly as his hands slide behind your back pulling you back towards him.

“Hitoshi.” He mumbles as he presses feather light kisses along the outline of your bra.

“Hitoshi.” You whisper testing out his name, smiling when he hums his approval against your breast.

You roll your hips against his, moaning at the rough feeling of his jeans pressing against you through the thin material of your panties. His hands move down grabbing at your ass, before slipping under the thin material to hold onto your bare skin. His fingers dig into the cleft of your ass squeezing as he pushes his hips up into yours. Leaning down you pull him up into another kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth letting them dance together. You moan into his mouth when you feel one of his hands pull away from your ass and move around to dive into your panties again and cup your cunt.

“Hitoshi.” You moan softly pushing your hips into his hand. Taking your little hint he sinks a finger into your wet entrance, thrusting it shallowly. Quickly he presses a second finger in you slowly working them into a scissoring motion while you moan against his mouth. Licking into his mouth you reach down between the two of you, fumbling around struggling to pop the button on his jeans and pull his zipper down. Once you’ve got it down he lets go of your ass and with one hand helps you shove his jeans down his thighs just enough for you to pull his hard cock out.

“Shit.” He hisses when your soft hand wraps him and slowly starts pumping.

“Hitoshi.” You whimper softly as his palm grinds into your clit and a third finger is added. Pressing your forehead to his you watch his jaw flex as you thumb over his tip spreading the bead of pre. Twisting his wrist slightly you let out a choked noise as the pads of his fingers press into your spot. Letting go of his cock you wrap your hand around his wrist pulling his fingers out of, before he can question you, you reach down, pushing your panties to the side you line his tip up with your entrance. “Can I?”

“Fuck, of course.” He replies, resting his hands on your hips. His breathing is uneven as you carefully lower yourself, face scrunching slightly as his cock stretches you open. You feel his fingers dig into your hips as you slow your pace trying to get used to the stretch. “Shit, so tight.”

Finally you sink down fully, nails biting into his biceps as you struggle to breathe evenly. Pulling you into a long kiss Shinsou drops a hand between the two of you to stroke at your clit helping you get used to the feeling. Sighing into the kiss you slowly rock your hips testing out the feeling. Once you’ve fully gotten used to the stretch you shift your knees slightly to help support you rising up only to drop yourself back down taking his cock fully. Building up a steady pace you shift around again still not finding the right angle, biting into your lower lip you press your hands into his shoulders hoping some leverage will help. After about five minutes of shifting slightly and fucking yourself down on his cock you let out a high whine while throwing back your head.

“Need some help?” Shinsou questions as he lets his hands wander over your body.

“No.” You mumble stubbornly shifting around again, face pinching tight when you lean back still not quite getting the angle you want. He raises a questioning eyebrow but grunts when you clench around him pointedly. “I’ll find it.” You grunt, dropping yourself down again. There’s no denying that simply being full of him feels good but you just can’t seem to find the angle to hit that little spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip you lean forward tucking your face into Shinsou’s neck so he can’t see the unhappy face you make but it does little to hide the small whine you let out again.

“Alright, that’s it, get in the back.” He grunts lightly trying to pull you off of him.

“No I can do it.”

“Get in the back or I’ll throw you in the back.” He states gruffly.

“No.”

“Fine.” Grabbing you by the thighs he hoists you up high enough to let his cock fall free before moving to the side awkwardly and tossing you through the gap between the front seats. You land with a startled squeal and stare over at him with big eyes as he rather ungracefully climbs over the console and shoves his pants down fully, leaving the two of you in only your underwear. “Just had to be stubborn about it, couldn’t just let me be nice and help.” he mutters kneeling on the back seat beside you.

Shinsou easily turns you on your front, pulling your hips up giving you little time to scramble around and push up onto your forearms before he shoves your underwear to the side again and plunges into you. Pressing on your shoulders he forces you into a deep arch and immediately starts thrusting. You want to complain but the words die and turn into a choked moan as he brushes that spot easily. Within seconds the car fills with the loud sound of his hips slapping into your ass mixed with the high pitch sound of your moans every time he bottoms out.

“There we fucking go, see you just needed a little help.” He grunts smugly from behind you.

It doesn’t take long for your arms to give out letting your face smash into the fabric of the back seat. With each thrust your body jolts helplessly, fingers dig into the cushion hoping you’ll find something to ground yourself with.

“Hitoshi.” You moan brokenly when a large hand cracks down against your ass.

“Fuck. I’ve wanted to see this pretty ass bounce since I saw you on stage.” Grunts Shinsou.

“Please, oh shit.” You squeak when he leans over you forcing himself somehow deeper into you while he wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you up onto your knees so your back is pressed flush to his chest. The hand on your shoulder grabs your face forcing you to crane your neck slightly as he brings you into a sloppy kiss. Your hands scramble slightly until one finds its home on his arm while the other reaches behind you taking a fist full of soft purple hair. The hand on your hip drops down to rub quick hard circles into your clit, forcing a long drawn out moan from you and a low groan from him as you spasm around him.

“Shit, how are you, so fucking tight.” Shinsou grunts into your neck.

“M’ not, just big.” You mumble incoherently as your toes start to curl.

“You’re close huh? Can feel you squeezing around me.”

“Uh huh so close. Fuck Toshi.”

Pulling out of you, he ignores you protesting whine and scoots back letting you fall he flips you over onto your back. He takes a moment to admire you panting up at him in the soft moon light before he pulls you close to him pressing your legs up until they rest comfortably over his arms and pushes into you again. Smashing his lips into yours he starts up his brutal pace again. Almost folded in half he reaches impossibly deep within you forcing the air from your lungs with every thrust. Your kiss turns into the two of you simply panting against each other as he does his best to wreck you.

Broken moans of Hitoshi, faster, so close, fall freely from you while he grunts and nods his head in understanding. Reaching up to him you tangle a hand in his hair again while the other scratches at his chest as you feel your end nearing. He drops one of your legs in favor of rubbing quick circles onto your sensitive clit. Shifting you up slightly he changes his angle enough to make sure he hammers into the spot repeatedly. Finally the knot that had quickly started growing low in your belly snaps. Your toes curl, back arching as pure ecstasy washes over you. Your entire body tenses up as you gush around him moaning helplessly as he keeps his movement stead to help work you through our orgasm.

“That’s it, there we go. Good girl.” He groans through gritted teeth trying to keep himself together. Once your body starts to relax under him again he stops his assault on your clit and works on his own end which finds him easily as your sensitive cunt continues to clench around him sporadically. With a low moan of your name he leans over you painting your inner walls white as he shallowly thrusts to work himself through it.

Stilling above you he lets your other leg fall as he leans down and kisses you again this time softer like when you kissed him for the first time. Your hands brush soft purple locks off his sweaty forehead as you two try and catch your breaths in the now humid car. Pulling out of you he pulls his boxer up before leaning over the center console to start the car and turn the ac on low. Throwing himself back into the backseat he sits with his back against the opposite one from where you’ve slightly propped yourself up against. Watching you for a moment he holds out a hand for you, when you look at him quizzically he rolls his eyes and leans forward and grabs your arm and pulls you over to him.

“So, do you agree with Kaminari or not?” You question once you’ve given in and rest against him.

“He might be right this time around.” He admits looking down at you. “The real question is am I your type or not?”

“Mmm you could be. Depends on what happens after this.”

“I was thinking of kicking you out of my car and going for food.” He says not looking at you. Rolling your eyes you slap his chest softly. “Seriously I’m starving, wanna grab food then I’ll take you home?”

“I could eat.” You smile as you grab your clothes from the front seat and get dressed again. Throwing his shirt at him you climb back into the front seat while he pulls his jeans and everything back on and steps out of the car to get in the normal way.

“So food then I’ll drop you off at your place?” He asks as he puts the car in reverse.

“Yeah, or if food goes well you can just spend the night.” You tease.

“Sounds good to me.”

As he pulls out of the parking spot he starts on his way towards some of the food places that rest downtown near the club. Stopping at the end of the little alleyway that bleeds into the main road, Shinsou's phone buzzes softly in it’s little mount. Before he takes off again he unlocks it to check the message.

“That asshole.” He grunts, pulling his phone off the mount to type out a message.

“What?”

He hands his phone over to you as he takes off again allowing you to read the message.

“Stay behind me,” Eijirou grunts, subtly laying a protective arm across your torso. You huff because both of you both know you're perfectly capable, but allow him to exercise his fatherly tendencies nonetheless.

"This place is disgusting," you say with a scrunched nose, eyes never leaving the mildewy curtains until the carpet began to grow an equal amount. Eijirou chuckles at your doey eyes and twisted face—you may have been at the top of your class at Yuuei but it's clear you haven't been a professional for very long.

“It’s...different.” Eijirou says, ever polite, and once you do a quick sweep of the room before moving onto the next. The halo of your flashlight sweeps the room jerkier than his despite the moon providing a solid amount of light. “Just be careful. We don’t know what could be crawling around here.”

“Like villains?” You gloat, though there’s an exasperation in your voice from the lack of activity since you’ve become a sidekick. The redhead gently knocks you on the shoulder.

“Or a rat,” he reasons, and you click your tongue in defeat. Though, Eijirou doesn’t let your shoulders slump for long, saying, “Maybe we’ll come across a rabid dog or somethin’?”

“Can I fight it?”

Eijirou snorts, dropping his head, “No, Kid.”

“Then it’s not a villain,” you retort and cross your arms over your chest, subtly lifting your breasts. It’s not enough to be obscene but enough to divert his eyes, unwillingly, and Eijirou inhales as sharply as he can without drawing unwanted attention. Hopefully.

Because the thing is, Eijirou Kirishima is royally fucked.

You’re...distracting, to put it lightly. Not on purpose, of course not—but Eijirou’s convinced that’s what makes it worse. That his sidekick isn’t teasing him for fun, but because you just can’t help it, meaning he can’t tell you to stop.

“What’s over here?”

You bend over to examine the broken glass on the dining table, a professional finger laid across your lip as you carefully place your hand down for balance. And Eijirou gets a view of it all, or should he say all of you, and desperately looks towards the walls for anything that piques his interest more than your ass. He finds none.

You pull a hard drive out from the dust and rubble and flip it over. It glistens blue under the moonlight, spilling through the broken window—and so do you, with silver highlighting the highest points of your cheeks and nose. Eijirou’s 45 year old heart skips a beat, and silently reminds himself to get it together. Meanwhile, you turn his way, shaking the thing like a dead pen, and don’t notice a damn thing.

“What do you think is in here?”

A sharp inhale acts as a reset and he’s calm again, as calm as he can be, and picks the hard drive from your curious palm to pocket it with a chuckle. “Let’s be a little careful with that one, yeah?”

You pout, but let him take it and swivel your hips as you follow. Eijirou reminds himself to keep his eyes forwards as he ducks into the next room, and into what seems to be a makeshift living room, with a couple of grandmother-patterned couches and wooden crates for a coffee table. The space is relatively small and you do a solid sweep in about two minutes, returning with an unsatisfied look on your face.

“Nothin’?” Eijirou asks. You radiate pure disappointment.

“Nothing.”

You move onto two more rooms in the warehouse after these—both of which are unequivocally empty. Which is a notion Eijirou and his creaky knees can wholeheartedly get behind, but he understands how you feel—body vibrating with vigor and a need to just get in there, get in there and tally up all the XP points on the board. But once you reach his age, you start to see shit, cracks in the walls that supposedly hold this society together, and that spark quietly dies.

At least he gets to watch that spark live in you, even if it’s only temporary.

Whizz whizz!

You still so quickly Eijirou bumps into you—because maybe, his eyes were preoccupied with something else, okay—and arrows fly under your nose, sticking into the wall to your right. Your chests hammers in unison from how close of a call that really was, and you reach to yank the arrow out of the drywall only to find the tip soaking in dark purple dye.

“Poison,” you shiver, discarding the metal thing on the ground. “Seems like they were smart enough to put a few traps in.”

“Yeah,” Eijirou says, more shaken up than he’d like to admit. And all he can do is hope you don’t notice as he subtly takes the takes the lead and pushes you behind him. If there’s one trap, there are bound to be multiple.

“What a shit show,” he grunts to himself more than to you, so engrossed in eyeing the death-laced arrow that he doesn’t notice the can rolling down the hall until it knocks you in the foot. Eijirou only has a millisecond to recognize it’s peculiar shape, and wonder if that could imply that it’s more than an empty coke can.

Fuck.

“Get down!”

Eijirou’s body moves on autopilot, shoving you aside so harshly your gut collides with the counter to your right. Jumping over the can just before it bursts, his skin hardens as he takes the fall, curling over the bomb and strangely excepting the fact that he might get blown to pieces.

Instead, a vivid blue gas expels between the gaps in Eijirou’s homemade shell, sending him wheezing in the billows of a blueberry scented cloud. Body flinging into autopilot, his hands rush to his mouth while his throat is busy tearing itself out, and through the fog you scream:

“Eijirou!”

The redhead grits his teeth at the fact you shout his actual name instead of Red Riot, but he doesn’t have much time to dwell on it because you’re shoving a mask in his face and hiking his chest over your shoulder, thighs miraculously balancing his dead weight with little help from the heaviest out of the two.

When Eijirou’s muscles buzz and quiver, he knows that at least some of the gas is in his system. His hearing ducks as a high pitched ring stings in his ears, and all Eijirou can do is go comatose in your arms while you climb to safety.

—

Eijirou feels hot. Too hot.

And he doesn’t feel the floor rumbling beneath his feet until his head lolls right and his forehead comes in contact with something that matches the cool temperature of a car window. He pries his eyes open just to slam them shut again, head throbbing from all the bright lights and throat impossibly dry.

“How’re you feeling?”

Crimson eyes shift your way, absorbing the sight of you with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear shift. Your hero costume tears along your stomach and around the neckline, and Eijirou swallows in refusal to check any lower.

“Fine,” he rasps, and coughs before trying again. Eijirou can feel the telltale signs of an illegal aphrodisiac thrumming through his veins—the subtle hum, the dry throat, the thoughts. And being stuck with you in the tightest, most enclosed space possible make his hands twitch at his sides. Eijirou can smell you from here. He shakes himself out of it.

“Tired. I—What happened after I knocked out?”

“The building collapsed. Any evidence we could’a snagged is six feet under,” You say, professional as ever with both eyes on the road. Eijirou hisses in thought of the backlash he’ll receive from the agency for destroying a place with so much evidence. There’s a heavy disappointment in your voice, one that he feels responsible for, and Eijirou adjusts with a cough, and would pick at his collar if he had one. “Back-up’s coming to check the place out.”

“Shit,” Eijirou sighs, running a hand through his sticky sweat-dried hair. Though, the action takes a lot more energy from him than he’s like to admit, and slowly but surely his eyes drop to your chest just in time for them to bounce with the rhythm of the car. “What did—um, what did they say about...y’know.”

You don’t say a word.

“Um,” you stutter after a pronounced silence, rarely, before adjusting your back against the drivers seat, and don’t look his way once. “They don’t...um, know about that part.”

It takes a few raspy breaths for your words to finally sink in. When they do, Eijirou’s eyebrows fold at what could possibly be stopping you from informing the agency about his, er—little problem. Especially when it’s mandatory, and you don’t have one rebellious bone in your body.

“What?”

“It—“ Your chest balloons as you search for an excuse while Eijirou’s breaking out into feverish sweats and rock hard in his hero costume. “You pushed me out of the way. I should—I should help.”

“I—wha—whoa, kid,” Eijirou chuckles in disbelief, shaking his head. “Y’don’t owe me anything. I was just doing my job.”

Silence swells in the rolling car. Your tongue pokes at the inside of your cheek before you’re grumbling under your breath like a petulant child. “You were doing my job.”

Eijirou scoffs, somehow finding the energy in his feverish stupor to roll his eyes to match your childish behavior. “You’re a sidekick, not a Pro. I’m in charge of your safety just as much as anyone else’s.”

Your jaw pops as you run a hand through your tangled hair to the best of your ability. By vehemently shaking your head, you illustrate that he missed what you meant by a long shot, and Eijirou doesn’t even care, brain oozing out of his ears as his body temperature spikes. He takes another heady breath and keeps his hands at his sides.

“What I do need is a—a goddamn doctor so we can get this shit outta my bloodstream, yeah? Sound like a plan?”

His words drag like he’s trying to coax an injured animal out of a corner. Eijirou doesn’t know if this is the opportunity he’s been waiting for since you became his sidekick, but another part of him knows it’s a bad idea. Though, he’s licking his lips nonetheless, clenching his jaw as he wonders how you taste and sound.

“I wanna help,” you release in one clumsy breath, but it’s adamant. Eijirou’s patience cracks under the pressure of your body being so close to his, and before he can say anything, you’re pulling the car over to the side of an empty road and shifting the gear into park.

“Then you can help by telling Recovery Girl that I got—“

“Eijirou,” you edge on pleading, placing a hand over his hard cock that you’ve both chosen to ignore until now. Blinking his way with your pretty little lashes and licking your cute pink lips like they’re candy should be a goddamn sin but here you two are, and Eijirou feels the car floor fall from underneath his feet. “Let me. I...I want to.”

“We can’t,” he huffs exasperatedly despite the fact that he somehow just can’t stop thinking about how perfect his name sounds on your lips.

“No one has to know,” you bargain lowly, leaning in with a mischievous smirk. You saw him crack. Eijirou hisses from the extra pressure and finds his large figure being caged against the car door by your smaller one. “We’ll just exclude it from the report. Easy.”

Eijirou can’t help but look as you subtly push your exposed chest together, cursing under his breath once he realizes he’s too far gone to declines such an offer in the first place. He would’ve said yes sober.

“I—“

“C’mon, Red Riot,” you purr, illegally, and pick up his jaw to force his gaze upwards. Eijirou's voice dies in his throat as the hand ghosting over his cock gives it a small squeeze. “You want me to make you feel good, don’t you?"

The dam shatters, and he's pressing his burning lips to yours without a second thought about the repercussions.

You taste like sugar. It’s sweet but subtle enough to keep him wanting more, and Eijirou nips at your lips while reaching across the middle console to fist your hero costume and pull you closer. Eijirou scoops you from the driver seat and into his lap as you wrap your arms around his neck, sitting right where you belong with all of you on display for him and him alone.

“Fuckin gorgeous,” the redhead grunts, peppering wet kisses down the column of your neck. Once he reaches your ear, he growls, “You drive me crazy, y’know.”

You shiver in his arms and Eijirou hates to say he loves having this much control over you but he does, and the fact that you’re so pliable under his touch borders on dangerous. Though, you probably harbor an equal amount of authority over him.

“Backseat, now.”

The scramble to the backseat is nothing if not chaotic, especially with Eijirou’s wide shoulders—but the moment he shucks off his sleeves and his sweaty back hits the leather, his lips are all over yours again, and you crawl until you’re sat in between his legs, fiddling with his utility belt.

“Ever sucked a dick before, Sweetheart?” Eijirou’s heart hammers against his ribcage as your cool hand pulls his cock out of his boxers. Your doey eyes widen at the sight of him, tip swollen and leaking, and the moment your tongue darts out to lick your lips at the sight, Eijirou knows he’s a goner.

“A few times,” you answer briefly, too preoccupied with giving his cock a few solid strokes. Eijirou smushes the tip to your lips and slides in with ease, hissing while you hum around him. You choke as he hits the back of your throat but exhale through your nose, allowing him to fill your throat as much as you has space for.

“Good girl,” Eijirou coos at the sight of your watery eyes, exaggerated relief flooding his veins from the aphrodisiac. You hum around his cock in return, pretty eyes fluttering shut with the effort to cram him down your throat as much as possible. He swallows heavily. "Fuckin' hell, your mouth is amazing."

Eijirou's scarlet eyes roll as he rests his head against the carseat. A guiding hand finds the back of your neck right as Eijirou groans, thighs flexing as you dig your nails into them. He feels your smug little smile around him when his chest shudders and balloons, and scowls.

"Y'feel good?" You tease, voice broken and raspy. Your lips are glazed with precum and spit as you sit in front of him, steadily pumping his cock in between his thighs and dragging a teasing nail up and down his inner thigh.

"Mmm, is it obvious?" Eijirou chuckles with a lazy gaze, licking his lips, and you match his subdued energy with a bubbly one of your own, accompanied by a giggle too cute for someone who with a dick in her hand. There's a devilish edge in your eyes as you give his cock a surprise tug, prompting him to seize and keel over.

"C-Careful, shit," he hisses when you squeeze too tight, though the pain borders too close to pleasure for it to be indistinguishable. Your free hand drops to tug at his balls and as the slick slide turns tacky, Eijirou growls:

“Spit on it."

You listen, and the redhead finds a great thrill in watching the spit from your tongue drool all over the head of his cock and drip down the shaft. Pressing his cock to your lips, they give under the pressure easily, but he’s taking it away before you can continue any further.

"On your back," Eijirou huffs with significant urgency, gesturing for you to lay across the seat. Though, you don't move as fast as he'd like, and he finds himself manhandling you onto the damn thing himself. "C'mon, up."

He pries your thighs open and settles between them, mouth watering at the sight of your wetness glistening for him. The silvery evening moonlight pours in through the fogged car windows to illuminate your face a dark blue, highlighting the highest points of your cheeks and the curves of your body.

After clumsily fumbling for the spare condom in the glove compartment—because hey, this car edges on miniature and he's a big guy—Eijirou returns to loom over you and rips the package open with his teeth.

"Ready, Sweetheart?" He breathes the question against your lips. You lift an eyebrow, straining your neck.

"Are you?"

"Seems like someone’s got a mouth on ‘em," Eijirou chuckles, lining himself up as he picks your face up by the jaw—to watch you fall apart on his cock, naturally. "I like it."

With that, Eijirou enters, and your eyes bulge at the pleasurable burn—he gets to watch it all, gets watch you shake on his cock as he fills you to the brim and then some, eyes rolling when he finally bottoms out.

Now, Eijirou won't lie, he's not in a better position—his arms strain against the car door as he uses it for leverage and sweat rolls in rivulets over his broad shoulders and down his back, soaking his hair a deeper crimson red.

"How're ya feeling?" He grunts in your ear, unmoving. You're painfully tight, and as much as Eijirou wants to say he's waiting for you to give him the OK, his nerves buzz with the knowledge that he'll bust if he does more than move an inch. Your eyes blink open from their screwed position, glossed with a lustful haze and eyelashes dense with tears, and Eijirou curses under his breath because fuck, you're pretty.

"'M good," you slur with a weak nod, slinging your arms around his neck. Your hips move before your mouth does, forcing Eijirou's eyebrows to furrow and his cock pulse. "You can—you can move."

"You sure?" He nearly wheezes, voice thick with arousal. But you're hooking your legs around his waist in an attempt to push him in further, and your enthusiasm is what has him pulling out and slamming back in.

"Fuck," Eijirou growls, blindly scrambling for a solid grip on your thigh to yank it upwards for a better—deeper—angle. You howl like you're on top of the world and that's really how Eijirou feels, like he's floating on cloud nine and you're right there with him, burning up like comets flinging through the dead of night until you two become one. "You feel so good, holy shit."

You mewl and claw at his back, leaving red lines that'll only darken by morning. Eijirou digs his pointed teeth into your neck as revenge and never could’ve imagined the pay-off—to watch your eyes roll to the back of your head and spur you into clamping around his cock.

"Should'a done this earlier," he grunts, and slams a hand against the window. Your hips buck to meet his halfway and the car rocks in time with your bodies as he leans over to engulf all of you. Grabbing you by the cheeks, he chuckles at your bleary eyes. "Uh-uh, eyes open. Fuckin' sing for me, Sweetheart."

"E-Ei—" you attempt to stutter through your squished cheeks. He coos at how easily you fall apart around him as his hand gains a life of his own, wrapping itself around your neck. Naturally, you gasp.

"Wrong name, Pretty." Eijirou's lips slide into a cocky smile, one that radiates a darker energy than you're used to, forcing you to shudder and melt under his thumb.

He lets go of your neck, just enough to allow speech, and you take a big gulp of air before you scream, “Hard—harder Red Riot!”

And Eijirou didn’t know it was possible for his hips to move faster than they already were but somehow they gain the energy to speed the fuck up “There ya go, Sweetheart—fucking scream it.”

“Red, I—I nee—“

“Close already?” He mocks, dropping a hand between your thighs to rub your clit. You clench around him and mewl when Eijirou slows down—because as much as he wants to cum after all this time, ****the thought of dragging this out sounds so much nicer.

“No w-wait—“ you whine, tears welling in the corners of your eyes, but not enough to fall. Eijirou finds that the sight gets his blood boiling more than he'd like to admit, but admits it nonetheless with a broken moan and languid hips. Meanwhile, you pathetically hump against him in a poor attempt to get the ball rolling again. "Sto—keep goi—"

"Want me to keep going?" Eijirou derides, hiking your hips up higher for an angle he wasn't even aware of, "Then you'll sit there and take what I give you. Understand?"

You shiver, nodding as Eijirou's hair slides off his shoulders to brush against your collarbone. He slowly builds the pace, adjusting his grip on your thigh until he's nearly shoving your knee into the car door.

You're painfully close again, he can feel it, he can feel you squeezing him to the point where he's constantly dancing across that edge with you in toe. The flood gates release without warning—you curl, body quaking under the weight of your orgasm as he fucks you through it all. You kickstart an orgasm of his own and Eijirou chokes, tucking his head in your neck as he rides the drug-induced pleasure while you twitch and shudder from the aftershocks.

"Holy shit," Eijirou chuckles upon recovery, shifting to move albeit very slowly. He pulls out with a groan, arms quivering from overexertion. The redhead doesn't realize how the temperature had spiked in the car until he looks out the windows and can't see much but white fog, give or take a hand print or two. He blinks his eyes wide and combs through wet hair as his back sticks to the seat. "You—how're you feelin'?"

You stay in the reclined position but your eyes flicker to his, and you shoot a weak smile his way, "Fantastic."

Eijirou chuckles at your enthusiasm and pulls your limp body up via your waist for a quick kiss on the lips.

“Well,” Eijirou grunts, voice hoarse and dry. “I don’t think we’ve got this stuff out of my system. Whad’ya say to a round 2?”

Bakugo used to love the fame and attention that came with being a top hero.

He used to love the way people would scream his name with stars in their eyes when they saw him; the way the idiots in suits over at the HPSC would congratulate him on his incident resolution rate; the way the press would sing his praises; the way his name sounded after the words Number Two Hero even though he’d much rather hear it after number one. He loved it all.

But you?

You fucking hated it.

You always said it was the worst part of hero work. The fans, the paparazzi, all of it grated on you. You hated that since Bakugo had cracked the top 10 you two couldn’t go on date night without getting blinded by cameras. You hated going to HPSC galas in an expensive outfit you’d never wear a second time, sipping overpriced champagne even though you’d be just as happy with something a tenth of the price. You hated that you couldn’t go on social media without seeing speculation about your relationship and your sex life literally everywhere or even worse hundreds of people all stating exactly why you weren’t good enough to be with the Bakugo Katsuki. But what you hated the most was the way Bakugo loved it; the way he preened under the praise, his chest puffing up with pride, ego absolutely blooming under all the superficial attention; the way he’d kiss you in front of paparazzi just so the headlines would be filled with mention of you being his. The rest you could deal with but it made your skin crawl how much he’d change when the public’s watchful eye was on him. At home he was the man you fell in love with, but the minute you left he regressed to the obnoxious asshole you’d first met during your first year at UA.

It was a recipe for disaster and in retrospect Katsuki really should’ve seen the break up coming. He can barely remember what had set off the argument in the first place, probably another gaudy headline or crude Twitter trend about the two of you. You’d been upset about it, raving about invasions of privacy and feeling violated and he’d been dismissive, the way he always was when it came to these things.

“It comes with the territory, just fuckin’ get used ta it already,” he had scoffed.

“The issue is you encourage it Katsuki! You care more about the fame and how good it makes you feel than you do how that added scrutiny makes me feel!” you fired back.

“Why can’t you just fucking deal with it??”

“I shouldn’t have to!”

“Well maybe if you did your fuckin ranking would be better!”

It was a low blow. Bakugo knew it then and he still knows it now. You try so hard to be the best hero you can be, but at the end of the day popularity plays a nontrivial role in the ranking system and being the “““just average””” significant other to one of Japan’s biggest rising stars isn’t a recipe for popularity.

“Get out….”

Your voice had been dangerously low. He’ll never forget the way it managed to sound both terrifyingly lethal and devastatingly heartbroken.

“Shit, wait (y/n) I didn’t mean that I-”

“I said get out!” you had yelled, voice quaking with pent up emotion as you started shoving him out the door. If he really didn’t want to move he could’ve easily resisted but at the time he’d been too shocked to even try, reeling backwards and letting you force him back into the hallway of your apartment building.

“Talk to me when Bakugo Katsuki comes back, I’m fucking sick of Pro Hero Dynamight,” you had said before promptly slamming the door in his face.

In the month that followed Katsuki threw everything into his work, taking longer shifts and pushing himself harder so that by the time he got home he was too beat up to feel the aching pain in his heart and too exhausted to notice his apartment didn’t feel like home the way yours did. He ignored the pitying looks from his friends, brushed off their concerned words and sympathetic gazes with grumbled “I’m fine”s and eye rolls. He filled the hole you left in him with the praise and admiration of the adoring public.

And then came the day you’d been warning him about since he first became a household name.

“The Cost of Victory: Pro Hero Dynamight destroys city during villain chase”

The story matched the headline, tallying up all of the damage he’d caused to buildings and other public property while trying to apprehend someone’s half ass attempt at recreating nomu. As shoddy as the thing was it could take a fucking hit and there was no denying the collateral damage was decently expansive. What the article failed to mention, however, was the amount of damage done before Bakugo had arrived on scene. It made sure to comment on the number of casualties in the incident but conveniently left out how much larger that number would be had Katsuki spent more time worrying about some stupid hunks of metal over catching the damn monstrosity and saving civilian lives. He guesses “Pro Hero Dynamight does his best despite being out gunned and having zero back up at his disposal” isn’t as catchy or clickworthy of a headline.

The very same websites showering him in praise just a day or two before now viciously rip into him. He can’t take a step outside his apartment without seeing article after article shredding him to pieces or getting a camera shoved into his face asking for comment on the criticism. His Twitter feed is full of former fans deriding him for falling short of perfection, calling him a narcissist, a showboat, a fucking menace to society as if he’s the sixteen year old kid chained up at the sports festival all over again. So he stops leaving his apartment entirely.

Kirishima is the one who finally gets him out again. The bar they go to is small, further away from the downtown area than most people are willing to stray. Between that and the fact it’s still relatively early in the evening, they have the place to themselves. The only other soul is the owner/bartender who seems entirely uninterested in the fact that Red Riot and Dynamight are patronizing his establishment. It’s perfect, giving Bakugo the space he needs to rant to his best friend. And rant he does. He lets it all pour out while he paces: the frustration, the rage, the disappointment, the guilt, until there’s nothing left in him except an aching sadness that has nothing to do with the fake fans and shitty headlines. “Y’know what the worst fuckin’ part is?” he rages, face red from bellowing for the past lord knows how long and tears already welling in his eyes at what he’s about to admit. Kirishima barely has time to ask what the worst part is before Katsuki is choking out around a frustrated sob “I wouldn’t even give a shit if I still had (y/n).”

Kirishima is out of his seat and pulling his friend into a hug in an instant. He lets Bakugo shake apart, doesn’t mind the tears soaking into his shirt or how tightly the other man is gripping onto him. He stands solid and firm, the same way he always has and always will for Katsuki until the sobs turn to hiccups. “They’re worried about you, you know,” Eijirou finally tells him. “Yea? How the fuck you figure that Shitty Hair?” Bakugo grumbles miserably into his shoulder. “They’ve called me every day since the article came out to check on you,” the red head admits and it’s enough to make Katsuki stiffen in his hold, scared to hope. “Really?” he asks, voice gruff but quiet. “Really. So are you gonna go to them or what?”

You’ve been staring at your phone for at least an hour, debating whether to call Bakugo or not, when a knock on your door snaps you out of your pained contemplation. You pull the long sleeves of the hoodie Bakugo gave you for your birthday down over your hands as you move to answer the door. Imagine your surprise when the very man who’d been plaguing your thoughts is the one standing outside your door. He looks rough. His hands are shoved into his pockets, back hunched over, face red and puffy, and even though he hasn’t looked you in the eye yet you can tell his are red rimmed. He’s been crying, you realize, and it breaks your heart a little. “Ya just gonna stand there or can I come in?” he asks and it snaps you out of your thoughts again. “Right yea sorry come in I guess,” you say, stepping out of the way to let him in.

He’s almost twitchy, like he wants to make himself comfortable the way he always used to but can’t. You wince a little when you realize it’s the correct assumption to make. Still he doesn’t say anything, he just stands there looking somehow simultaneously out of place and like he never left. “What are you doing here?” you finally sigh. “You said talk to you when Bakugo Katsuki came back and he—or I—or whatever did,” he mutters and a pang of something that feels suspiciously like guilt hits you at the words. “Oh… Is—is that all you wanted to say or?” He glares at a distant point over your left shoulder, presumably collecting his thoughts, before he finally meets your gaze. “Look I-” he breaks eye contact again, growling a little in frustration at himself as he continues to struggle to find words. You don’t say anything though, knowing he needs to work through it himself. “Things have been pretty shit for me lately,” he finally admits. You can’t help but scoff at the comment although one look at him and his pained expression has you regretting it. You clear your throat awkwardly. “Sorry, yea, keep going.”

He huffs before continuing and even though he still won’t meet your eyes you can tell how difficult this all is for him.

“Look things have been pretty fuckin’ shitty lately with everyone and their goddamn cousin in Japan hatin’ me but it’s made me realize some shit. I’ve been so fuckin’ focused on chasin’ the fame and the fans or whatever that I kinda forgot about the important stuff…”

He only trails off for a moment, steeling himself for whatever he’s about to say next. It’s almost funny how much it reminds you of him right before a big fight.

“But from now on,” he starts, finally meeting your gaze, puffing out his chest as if daring you to challenge whatever’s going to come out of his mouth next. “From now on I’m not gonna let all that stupid shit blind me alright? I promise, from now on I’m only focusin’ on the real people in my life, not the goddamn extras. Ok?”

His eyes are blazing as he finishes and it literally takes your breath away.

“Ok.”

“Ok, then….” he trails off, his eyes slide away again as his confidence wanes, “then can I come back home again?”

Your heart shatters and forms anew at the words as you find your feet moving before you’ve even told them to. You throw yourself into his arms, pulling him close, the jagged edges you both left in each other the night you broke up re-aligning and mending themselves. “Of course you can Katsuki, I’ve missed you,” you sigh, each word wrapped in relief and joy. “Fuckin’ missed you too dumbass,” he huffs back, although you don’t miss how wet it sounds. When you pull back it’s only a fraction and only so you can reel him in for a gentle kiss, pouring every missed I love you into it so there’s no room for doubting if you’ve truly forgiven him.

It’s a promise. A promise to do better from now on. And Katsuki means every single second of it.

Yet he pushes against the metal door, welcomed by a shrill ring from the bell hug above him as he enters the store, slipping his sunglasses off to hang them on the v-neck of his shirt. With an aggravated sigh, Bakugou walks into the shop, vermillion eyes scanning the interior, hoping to catch sight of what brings him here to begin with.

The thrift shop isn’t the best in the neighborhood, or anywhere, really. Books that have been written in, with pages that are bent in, driving any sane person mad, stuffed animals that have lost half their stuffing, the fiber and cotton spilling out of their limbs and torsos, puzzles with one or two missing pieces, and mugs with chipped handles are all of what he could see, and the man has half a mind to just turn around and leave. Yet there’s this tiny nagging voice in the back of his mind

“Hey,” you called out to him in that sickening breathless voice, trying to catch up to him before he leaves as you hang up the phone. “Um, there’s this really vintage One Ok Rock t-shirt in that dingy thrift shop down the block you patrol, could you, maybe, please, get it for me on your way back?”

And what else would your hopelessly smitten, yet emotionally constipated, roommate say? “Fuck, no”

So why is he standing with his lonesome self, hands digging deep in his pocket as he shoulders his way away from people, trying to find the fucking stupid shirt you wanted.

“Fuckin’ finally.” the blond mumbles, recognizing the logo that you have showed him countless times when you shoved the phone in his face, gushing about a new song, or someone’s haircut and he just couldn’t really fucking focus with your tits spilling out of those low shirts, like can’t you just get yourself some proper-fitting shirts that, cover your boobs, it's like-

Okay, think of Deku, think of Sero and Kaminar doing farting contests, Kirishima trimming his ass hair… huh, that last one really works.

Bakugou shakes his head, disappointed in getting distracted by your boobs when they aren’t even there! He growls deep from his chest, upset with himself that because of them -it, you, because of you, and your poor choice of wardrobe around the apartment, he wasn’t even able to express his mutual fascination with the band and their work, rubbing the heel of his palm against his eye socket before reaching for the shirt hanging with many band t-shirts on the rack.

He could only chuckle to himself when he saw its size, knowing it would perfectly fit you, yet he stills, kicking himself internally for knowing what your size is, to begin with. Shaking his head to rid himself of any imagery of you in his favorite band’s T-shirt before he tugs at it, recoiling when it tugs him back.

“The fuck?” the blond breathes out, the shirt resisting against him, and he ponders for a second if he got his head injured during patrol for his mind to play tricks on him. But then he hears cursing from the other side of the full rack that obscured his vision, and he knows he isn’t going down without a fight.

Throwing a ‘cunt’ and ‘fucker’ with every forceful tug, a tear stops Bakugou in his tracks and rings in his ears, every snapping thread is deafening and suddenly, all he sees is red.

“The fuck is up yer ass?” his voice is so loud, so thunderous, that even he couldn’t concentrate on what he’s saying, spewing curse after another. Anger curls hot and unstoppable in his gut, like a blazing inferno that wants to burn him from the inside out, and the image of you pouting up at him when he comes back empty-handed is just making everything worse.

People emotionally allocate the people they care about to specific positions in their inner landscapes, but have they ever been questioned if that is a job they can fulfill? People often cause their own disappointment by placing those who are unworthy, but Katsuki doesn't want to be unfit; he wants to take on a commitment and fulfill it, punishing himself for any shortcomings through sabotage, self-denial, or even masochism, anything except abandoning you.

Yes, even for a fucking t-shirt. And so, with a forceful arm, Bakugou pushes the hangers filled with clothes to the side, wanting nothing but to tear this person a new one for ruining what he came here for. And who it is other than…

“Mindfuck?”

“Mindjack.” the other man scoffs, hand tousling his lavender hair while the other fists the -now ruined- t-shirt. “We’re off duty anyway Bakugou, so you can call me Shinsou.” He points out, eyeing his civilian attire. “Yeah, I’m stickin’ with mindfuck.”

Both men stand up straight, garnet and amethyst clashing as they stare each other down, oblivious to the curious stares they’re receiving that are slowly yet surely turning into those of recognition. One clenching the ripped shirt in his hand while the other is gripping whatever sanity he has left, anything but to obliterate the sleep-deprived fuck from existence.

“One Ok Rock fan?” Shinsou scratches the back of his neck, bored expression displayed yet worry lacing in his voice over the fact that it has been exactly three minutes and eighteen seconds and Bakugou still hasn't blinked. Could it be some sort of new record? He could only wonder as he tries to lead the nonexisting conversation.

The blond only scoffs as a reply, taking a threatening step forward, scowling deep when a step back isn’t reciprocated. “Listen here eyebags,” he takes a deep breath, a hushed ‘Dynamight’ reaching his ears and stiffening his back, fuck if he got his photo taken in the only place he told you he won’t be in. “Y’know what…” He growls deep from his chest, and Shinsou lazily smiles at him, knowing he’s held by a leash, unable to make a scene like he used to in his younger days.

So Bakugou does the only rational thing, he turns around and angrily makes his way out of the store, the scent of burnt caramel wafting after him confirming his identity.

Living with Bakugou Katsuki has always been… eventful, for the lack of a better term. You’re notified of his presence by the stomping of his feet, the ground below him begging for mercy as he nearly makes a hole in them with every loud thump.

“Welcome back.” you sing, laughing lightly when the sound of him clicking his tongue reaches you even with the door separating you two. The blond knocks, giving you a millisecond before he swings the door open.

“You know,” you start as you tighten your rope around you, assuring your decency. “I think you’re using this ‘no knocking habit’,” you roll your eyes exaggeratedly, lip tilting up in a grin, “as a way to be able to peep at my tits when you open my door.” You tease, relishing in the way his ears heat up, flashing red before he slams your door shut and you hear the floor creaking -well, screaming- as he makes his way to the kitchen.

You place your brushes on the vanity, getting up to follow him as he gulps down the bottle of water like a parched man.

“How was work?” You hum, leaning against the wall as you eye his flexing back, noticing the shirt tossed on the arm of the couch before focusing back on his glistening figure, blinking twice before your eyes -begrudgingly- trail back up to meet his when he faces you.

It has been this way since you moved in together, and you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. While the possibility of both of you being present in the apartment at the same time is slim, with him being a pro-hero and you being a nurse in the local hospital, you still enjoy the little time you do spend together when your days off line up.

It had almost been a year since you two met, brought to your ward on a stretcher, all bloody, broken, and bruised, yet still denying help. You remember being the only one out of your co-workers who had the balls - as Bakugou oh so politely put it - to talk to him, refusing to allow his requests for an early discharge.

He really had come at the right time, with you dumping your ex-partner and having to couch-surf at a few friends’ houses while you try and look for a decently priced apartment close to your workplace. You had been venting to him as you were checking up on his charts, clicking your pen aggressively in what he now knows as stress. Brows slightly twitching in annoyance, Bakugou tried to blink the haziness away from his sight, his tongue heavy as he barely uttered the words ‘move in with me’.

After the drug's effect wore off many hours later, you teased him about his delusional state, taunting him as you placed his lunch for the day on his bed, something about calling you pretty, something about your hair looking its best in a certain style, it was all jumbled together really but you still wanted to see the little tint of color at the top of his ears. But what you didn’t expect is him remembering his invite for you to move in with him. Which he insisted on every day until his discharge.

Bakugou to this day doesn’t know why he invited you, to begin with, not wanting to go back on his words -although given they were said while under the influence of the drugs- about providing you a place to stay, waving you off whenever you tell him that you’re only staying until you find a new place, and growling at you when you offer to pay rent.

“I ain’t takin’ charity, princess. So cut the crap,” he told you that one time you thought you were slick enough to hide the rent money in one of his jackets’ pockets. “I’ve been livin’ in here for months alone, I can afford it, alright? So don’t worry your little head about that.” You still don't mention how warm that made you feel, how you both looked at each other wide-eyed and stunned before both of you sprinted to your rooms with your tails between your legs.

And yet, for as long as you’ve known him, it has always been the same, you ask him about his escapades and he replies with, well, a grunt, a ‘good’ on his better days. But today? He just glares you down, a single drop of water dripping from his pouty lip and trailing on his chin, and the little demon whore in you urges you to step forward and wipe it off, with your tongue.

But you smack her on the back of her head and fix your posture, arching a brow when it has been a few seconds without either reply tossed your way. “You okay?”

“Why you got shit on yer face?” alright, maybe he should be the one smacked on the head.

“It's makeup you dipshit.” You huff, twirling around and making your way back to your room, “I didn’t ask what it was, I asked why you have it on, woman.” He trails behind you, stopping himself at your door frame as you plop back on your chair to continue with your makeup.

“Not that it’s any of your concern,” you turn to the side to watch him shuffle on his feet. “But I have a date, in…” you check your phone. “Oh boy, half an hour.” you panic slightly, hurriedly stumbling to the laundry room next door to steam your outfit. Hearing his stomps turn muted as he follows you like a lost puppy.

“You’re almost done,” he points out, not missing the way your hand trembles as you work the steamer across your clothes. “Thank you, detective, I wouldn’t have figured it out.” You mock, throwing a wink across your shoulder that melts the boulder surrounding his heart, feeling it erratically beat against his chest.

Yet all he does, all he allows himself to do, is let out a puff of hair, place his water bottle on the table, and tug at the steamer from your hand, cheeks warming when the contrast of your hands meet, where yours spoke of the kind of precision that only the love and focus of years may bring, while his spoke of destruction and chaos. He clears his throat, straightening out a wrinkle you couldn’t seem to unkink.

“Yer always late when we go out,” he looks up to see you fumbling your thumbs together, not finding something to occupy yourself with, and takes your silence as a sign to lay his speculation. “You’re nervous,” he hums, fingers tracing the fabric, calloused thumb catching a loose string and he leans down to cut it off.

“Well, yeah, uh, haven’t been on a date in, what, seven, maybe eight months?” You laugh to yourself. “God knows I need a way to destress,” Your face warms as you bow your head in humiliation, and for the life of him, Bakugou does not like the sound of that. “He’s a hero, though, so you don’t have to, um, worry.” You ramble, your eyes looking at nothing but the way his shoulder tighten with every pass of the device in his hand, and when is he gonna put a shirt on goddammit-

“Who said I was worried?” he ridicules, shaking his head as he starts working on the back of your garment, “I’m just saying, just because he’s a hero doesn’t mean he ain't a creep.” he all but barks at you, and you couldn’t help but be defensive when he uses that tone with you. “‘Takes one to know one, Dynamight.” boy, does he want to bend you over and have you screaming that name.

“Anyway,” you strain, not missing the way he counts to ten under his breath, and you could only assume it's to calm his anger, not the boner about to pitch a tent in his pants. “You going out?” you lean your head forward to meet his gaze. “I know you spend some weekends with your…” he side-eyes you as you ponder. “Friends?”

He only grunts in reply, handing you your clothes before following you to your room, back facing the ajar door as you change on the other side. “Cancelled, somethin about dunce face’s sister, or mom, fuckin whoever.” you let out an ‘ah’, checking yourself out in the mirror before you open the door, instantly turning your back to him. “Clasp this for me?”

And he does, ultimately failing in stopping himself from sniffing your hair, eyes fluttering closed as he catches a whiff of patchouli, immersed in vanilla, from what he knows as your ‘first date perfume’. He always teases you about it, but now just frowns that you never used it with him, deeming the countless ‘first’ dates you went on more deserving of using that perfume for.

He almost loses balance when you twirl for him, catching more of your godly scent, and he bites his tongue when the words ‘you look beautiful’ almost slip past his lips, allowing his hazy mind to utter what he can only assume is the next best thing.

“Yer really putting out, huh?” fuck…

“Am not!” you puff your cheeks in displeasure, pushing at his very, very built chest and making your way to pick your shoes. Rolling your eyes when you hear him still follow you, a lazy smirk dazzling his lips as he struts his way to you. He opens his mouth to toss another jab at you but swallows it when the doorbell rings.

“Oh my god,” you heave, throwing the window open to look down at the guest, squealing when you recognize him from his hair, even with the 70 feet height difference. “It's him, it's him, relax y/n, it's totally norma- what’re you doing? Buzz him in!” you flail your arm around, pointing to the direction of the telecom and jogging to your room to stuff your necessities in your purse.

With a newly found sense of protectiveness -who is he kidding? He's jealous for dick’s sake- Bakugou puffs his -still very much shirtless- chest and swings the door open when your date knocks, only to come face to face with...

“Mindfuck?”

“Jesus, what are you? Fucking Houdini?” the man sputters, brushing off some imaginary lint from his shoulders before eyeing the blond facing him, a damn barrier if he ever sees one, broad shoulders allowing no peeking privileges to the purple-haired hero, so he settles for shuffling on his feet, clearing his throat once or twice.

“Told you it’s Shinsou-”

“You’re her fucking date?” Bakugou is livid, you’re going out with him? “Well, yeah, It’s pretty obvious isn’t it.” He offers a tantalizing curve of lip, that accentuates when he sees the blond seething in his spot.

“She ain't goin.” He crosses his arms, using his height as an advantage to look down on the other man, who isn’t the least bit shaken up from the threatening posture of your roommate. “Yeah?” He taunts him, shifting the bag he was holding from one hand to the other, picking up his phone, nonchalantly looking at his notifications before pretending he was shocked about him still being present. “And who are you to deny her that?”

Oblivious to their exchange of death glares, you skip your way to the two men staring each other down, fixing your hair one more time before peeking at your date from the side of Bakugou’s shoulder.

“Hitoshi! Hi!” you say breathlessly, trying your best to trick him into thinking you weren’t hyperventilating about how the date is gonna go, especially after Bakugou’s… tasteful comment.

“Hey,” he greets back, voice hoarse and leaning to the side to catch your eyes, both completely disregarding the fuming blond between you two. “Uh, got you a little something,” he instinctively grabs at the back of his neck, extending his arm out to you with the gift bag. “Oh you really didn’t have to,” you squeak timidly, yet ecstatic as you open the bag to pull out what drops Bakugou’s heart to pummel the floor.

“Ah!” you squeal, jumping in place as you spread the t-shirt, not believing the sight in front of you. “You got me the One Ok Rock shirt.'’ You leap and wrap your arm around his neck, quickly jerking back when you realize your actions. Face warming as the tint in Hitoshi’s cheeks darken, and he chuckles, scratching his cheek sheepishly. “Uh, you told me that one time, that it was your favorite so uh I got you one,” he mumbles, laughing when he thinks you didn't hear a single word he said when you didn’t reply, your eyes are sparkling at the material in your hands.

“Huh, coulda sworn they didn’t have a rip in there.” You purse your lips, and miss the venomous grin stretched across Bakugou's face at Hitoshi’s crestfallen expression.

“It’s, um, a special edition… grunge style.” He stammers, and Bakugou, almost, almost ruins his gesture, but he couldn't, not with how happy you were and frankly, he’d rather break off every bone in his body than burst the bubble you’re in. and oblivious to the buckets Hitoshi is sweating, you grin, thanking him again before running off to your room to toss it on your bed.

“Whattaya know,” Shinsou muses when he sees you retreating to your room. “The stone-hearted Dynamight doesn't wanna hurt little y/n’s feelings, how sweet.”

“Don’t push it asshole” Katsuki growls back at him, yet he's not fazed when he tassels his hair again, grinning lazily back at him, “guess I'm… winning whatever this is, huh?” Shinsou snickers, a tiny bit louder when the blond flares his nose back at him.

“Listen to me fuckface, because I ain't saying it twice. I. don't. Lose”

Both mean lean back from their stance when you approach them again, patting Bakugou’s bareback and waving him goodbye as you leave, arm wrapped around Shinsou’s.

Bakugou stops himself from slamming the door, breathing out harshly when he hears it click close, pressing the heels of his palms against his temples as the relentless pounding of his headache increases with every second.

He fetches his buzzing phone from the kitchen counter that he dropped when he went to get himself a drink, and looks at the text he received.

Kirishima: Hey, izakaya?

Katsuki: Go on without me, need rest.

You shush at your door lock when it clicks loud enough for your neighbors to hear, scared of waking bakugou up because of his light sleep. Taking your shoe off the minute you get in, padding your socks clad feet as you make it to the living room, stopping in place when you see bakugou sprawled on the sofa.

You take a minute to admire him, crossing your arms atop the cushions and resting your chin on top. Smiling to yourself when you see how calm and vulnerable he looks when he's resting, your lips quirk up when you notice how his lashes tickle the apples of his cheeks, right before eyeing how smooth his skin is, always admiring and complementing it whenever you had the chance, just because you felt like it - well, the fierce blush and ‘shut the fuck up’ are always a plus.

You blink back to reality, standing up straight and rounding the sofa, settling on the edge as you lightly shake him awake. “Hey, katsu,” you mumble, a yawn cutting you off when you try to call out his name again. “Gotta wake up, don't want you hurting your back and bitching about it tomorrow.” you giggle, leaning back when you realize how close your face is to his, vermillion eyes snapping open when you poke at his side to tickle him.

“Oi, the fuck you doin?” he rasps, and you swoon at his sleep induced voice, craving the way he sounds when he husks a good morning to you when you both have an early shift. Grunting a thanks when you hand him a mug of hot coffee the second he sits his ass on the chair.

“C’mon, you gotta sleep on the bed, your neck is all wonky,” you whine, tugging at his arm in an effort to pull him up, knowing no amount of strength of yours will budge the man. He sits up, making an effort to actually listen to you and move into the bed but something catches his eye. He stares at you, for a second, or a minute really, swallowing a few times before he parts his lips to speak, hooking his finger under your chin and lifting your head up, thumb sweeping around your lips.

“Lipstick’s all fucked up,” he whispers, and you almost miss the wince he lets out when the product is smudged on the pad of his finger. “Y-yeah,” you stammer, sight flickering from his left to his right eye when his grasp doesn't allow you to move your head away from him. “Uh, must’ve got messed up with, uh eating, you know.” you don’t know why you’re lying, maybe it's because of his broken expression, maybe it's because his eyes are watery, -granted its watery from yawning but still- maybe it's the heavy feeling of you always wanting him to think the best of you, which is why you took such an offensive about the whole putting out thing.

“You check yer lipstick every ten minutes y/n there’s no way you missed that.” it's both a deep growl and a broken whimper, and you lose your voice when you try to explain yourself, mouth gaping as words escape you.

Even if you find your voice to talk to him, he doesn’t let you, pushing at you -as lightly as he possibly could- away from him, away enough that he can’t be engulfed by your scent, the haunting vanilla that is masked by his stench. Moving swiftly away from you, you sat frozen, dreaded with no explanation behind it, only able to look back at him when he slams the door of his room shut

It's been a week since your date with Hitoshi, and from the minute he dropped you off at your apartment, you have been texting nonstop, finding it the best option to communicate, given your busy schedules. And as you try your best to hold your girlish giggles whenever he sends you something flirty, you can’t help when it escapes you once or twice, but that by itself really pushes Katsuki’s buttons.

Since the ‘fight’ you two had, it had been a bit awkward at first between you two, but you both had a morning shift two days ago and he made you breakfast, so you think this is as good as a truce is gonna get.

But now? Now, you’re just pissing him off, sprawled on your tummy on the couch, legs bent at the knee as you kick them absentmindedly, whatever pathetic attempts of holding your laughs failing as you cover your mouth, and he doesn't even need to look at your phone to know who you’re giggling at. So what does he do? Not talk about his feelings, that's for fucking sure, no he picks up the remote and proceeds to raise the volume of the tv, not even aware that the show he was watching was over thirteen minutes ago and he’s just staring mindlessly at a rerun of some cheesy rom-com.

He loves spending his weekends with you, no matter how many times he tells you how boring and pointless it is every single time, you’d still push at him, sitting him down to watch some of your favorite movies, dragging him with the intention of cooking together -which usually ends up with him kicking you out of the kitchen after fucking something up in the recipe- or even cleaning up the apartment together, a squeeze in his chest when you take the lead, dividing cleaning duty before marching up to do your part.

But now? You’re giggling on the phone with him. Making no effort to encourage Bakugou to spend time with you, not initiating any of the activities he secretly enjoys doing alongside you. And was he gonna take the initiative? Hell no.

So there you two are, silent -with the occasional giggles you let out that burn his entire body- and Katsuki’s heart all but leaps when you shuffle on the sofa, expecting you to tell him something, but god no. you turn to lay on your back, lifting up your phone to take selfies of yourself to send to the fuckass, and what were you wearing? Oh, yeah. That fucking shirt.

The blond doesn’t miss the way you shift your eyesight to him, almost to see if he's watching you and he quickly snaps his eyes back to the tv, holding his breath and waiting for you to ask him what's wrong. But you don't, you look back at your phone, lifting it higher and tilting it. Bunching the cotton material up to discreetly show some more of your skin.

Katsuki doesn't see this detail; he can't since he's too busy wallowing in his own rage. The way he lets his grasp on the remote turn to steel, hearing it crack under it, is quiet and deafening all at once. He claws so deeply into the armrest that his hand shakes violently.

It's all confusing, whatever hell he’s living in, yet he never racked his brain for a firm explanation once, because he doesn’t want to reach a hard-to-swallow conclusion. Because even thinking about it is allowing a part of him to crumble and fall.

He doesn’t wanna deal with it yet; this petty fight he has with himself every time about you, maybe even never wanting to deal with it. It's so much easier to ignore and swallow those feelings than to let them resurface and drown him whole. He doesn’t even know when he started feeling this way towards you, it happened so suddenly, one minute you were the nurse that took care of him and he wanted to do the same.

But unexpectedly, your voice started sounding more appealing, your laughs igniting a fire in his soul, and the bitter taste of coffee oh so sugar-sweet when your wishes of a good morning were whispered along with it.

The camera shutter scares you both, yet your reaction is more exaggerated when you squeal, dropping your phone on your face while the blond calms himself down, only turning his head to look at you.

“You good?”

“Y-yeah, whoops.”

A heavy silence falls on you, aside from the now overbearing loud sound of some lame perfume commercial. Both of you are shifting uncomfortably, the thought of you fucking up something as simple as taking a selfie utterly embarrassing.

After a few awkward moments, you lift your phone up, adamant to take at least one decent photo to send to your… date? No need to label things and confuse yourself, y/n. And with your undivided attention on picking the best angle and filter that best compliments you, you miss the way Bakugou shuffles on the couch, once, twice, thrice.

If you had been paying more attention to the flaming ball of rage, you would have noticed how his legs shake as he calmly -well, as calmly as he could given the circumstances he’s in- places the remote on the coffee table in front of him.

Before he springs off of the sofa like his ass is on fire, marching up to you and snatching your phone away.

“H-hey! What do you think you’re doing?” you screech, leaping to your feet and getting on the couch, taking advantage of the added height to try and grasp the phone he’s raising up above his head and failing miserably.

“Fucking, Katsuki gimme my phone!” God, your pleading sounds so fucking desperate, a string of repeated 'please' following after that claws at his heart, and it isn't because of how pathetic you sound. No, it's because you're sinking so low for him of all people. Nah, fuck that.

“Fuck off for a minute, y/n.” You scoff so loud at his audacity that his shoulder catches some of the debris. With a final attempt at retrieving your phone, you climb on his bulging back, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as you extend your arms to snatch what belongs to you, whining loud when the realization of having shorter arms than his strikes you.

And when he finally tosses it back to you, you’re both well aware of how you two are positioned. His very, very muscular naked back is pressing against your chest -braless chest, mind you- and if he focuses hard enough, he could almost feel your nipples through the shirt, and if that wasn’t already sending all his pumping blood straight to his cock, the fact that you have your legs wrapped around him, with you basically humping his back, definitely will.

Katsuki fights with himself way for way too long before shrugging you off, hearing your feet plant themselves on the ground before an agitated ‘ugh’ echoes in the room when you take a look at what he has done.

Y/N: Fuck off mindfuck she ain’t interested.

And your heart sinks to the bottomless pits of the earth.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you scream, eyes not even giving him any attention as your hands shake, trying to find any excuse to not sound that either you or your roommate are crazy. Throwing a dirty look amongst your panic when you hear him chuckle.

“What? Didn’t say shit.” He shrugs, a sick mischievous grin curling his lips, despite the bang in his chest that you’re that worried over the fuckass’s reaction to whatever he said. But he still struts over to you, leaning over your hunched form on the seat.

You’re frantically typing, something about how this is some sort of sick joke of Katsuki’s -or as you wrote very elegantly, ‘Bakushit’- and just apologizing profusely. And while Katsuki thinks that his gesture is enough for Shinsou to back off, the little gasp and breath of relief you let out prove him wrong.

Hitoshi: What was that Bakugou? I’m too busy mind fucking your cute ass roomie over here.

“Fuckin’ cunt,” he charges for your phone again, as if he has any right to, and you lock it quickly, stretching your arm back to keep it out of reach, only for him to grip your wrists together in one hand whilst the other grabbed at the phone.

“Unlock the shit,” he growls, holding the phone to your face, trying to activate the Face ID while you flail, shaking your head violently, not risking the chance of the phone to recognize your features. “What, you just gonna let’m talk about me like that?” Whatever efforts Katsuki is putting into opening your phone are suddenly thrown out the window, dropping it and using his unoccupied hand to squish your cheeks together, forcing you to look up at him. “You Shtarted it!” you growl right back at him, kicking at your legs that have started losing circulation from his weight on them.

And for a second, both of you stop resisting, your eyes widened in shock while his are looking intensely at you, blown-out pupils that swallow out the vermillion in his eyes, his lids fluttering when his sight is shifted to your pouty lips.

“Get off.” it's all a mere whisper, and Katsuki almost moans loudly at the whimper laced in it, the words sounding more of a plea rather than the demand you thought you were voicing out. “Why should I, ha?” He breathes slowly, sending a shiver down your spine when his warm breath reaches you, tickling the apple of your cheek with every word he enunciates. “You don’t want me to, don't you.” it’s nowhere near being a question, it's more of a certainty, like laying out a well-known fact, and something in you -maybe it's that little demon whore you grew to despise and love all at once- agree with him, all too eagerly.

“He, he doesn’t get to have you. No one-” you’re strangely enamored by the amount of sweat he’s producing, is it really that warm? “No one gets to have you, gets to have what's mine, alright?”

“Doesn’t fuckin matter who it is, they ain't me.” He’s making no effort to get off, and he could tell you stopped resisting long ago, noticing the way your body is slumped under his, your doe eyes looking nowhere other than directly back at his.

“No one wakes up at the crack ass of dawn with ya, no one knows how you like yer breakfast in the mornin', how that fucking acidic bitter coffee tastes like fuckin' candy when ya make it-” your brows twitch once, confused about the change of conversation. “How you always smell fuckin' amazing, how you like your hair styled a certain way based on the fuckin' day of the week like some weirdo, how you can’t for the life of ya steam your goddamn clothes and end up with one side totally fucked. How-” Why is his vision hazy? Why is he pouring his heart out now of all times? Now, when he knows you’re gonna be swept off of your feet by someone else. Like a goddamn toddler that cries about a fucking toy that he dropped hours ago, just because some other brat took it.

“How ya suck at doing the most mundane things. It's still funny to me to think you help save people’s lives.” It’s the most empty laugh that he forces out of him and you’re so sorrowful at his broken expression you can't force yourself to laugh back. “How ya helped save my life.”

It takes you long to react, something in your head not clicking when he speaks those words to you, something warm and soft yet scary all mingling together in your guts, hyper-focusing on the way his calloused fingertips press against your cheeks, digging in and pulling out a tiny wince from your lips, fully aware of the poking action happening to your abdominal, you don’t know how to feel, you don’t know what to do or say, slouched under his body with a dry throat that can’t utter a single syllable.

You blink up at him and do the first thing that comes to your mind, something you don’t think you’ll ever do, yet wouldn’t stop thinking about, something that doesn’t seem so scary now that he’s right here in front of you, so close for you to grasp,

You urge your body against his restraints, arching your back and pushing yourself up to press your lips against him, but fall back in a flop when you don't think of how much weight you’re actually trying to push against.

With a flump, your body heats up in self-consciousness, shifting your sight away from him when his eyes glint deviously, and you don’t dare question the reasoning. You’re not even given time to retaliate or even explain yourself.

Because he’s pressing his lips against you in the most ferocious kiss you ever had, all teeth crashing together in a way that's too harsh, too painful, too fierce, exactly everything you know Katsuki to be.

He’s overbearing, he’s aggressive, but he gets a little soft when you don’t push him away, when you’re not overwhelmed by the storm that is Bakugou Katsuki, the hero Dynamight, with the bad public reputation and anger issues. No, you welcome all of it, all of him, melting into his warmth and overtaken by the scent of burnt caramel that reminds you of nothing short of the comfort and safety of home.

The way you’re wrapping your arms around his neck to push him even closer to you has him groaning against your mouth, quick to force his tongue between your lips as his hips rut against your thigh. You don’t utter a single word, but every action, every movement, every effort to bring him that much closer to you speaks volumes to him.

Alas, he’s the one to pull away, teeth tugging at your lower lip, eyes lustful as he watches it bounce back into place when he lets go, a smirk all but stretches across his face when you mewl at him, surging forward to chase after him.

He’s quick to lay you down on the sofa, wedging between the meat of your thighs before he drops his weight on you, chuckling lowly at the way his body urges you to inhale a breath of fresh air, that gets caught in your throat when he dives in to sink his teeth into your neck.

“So fuckin’ eager ain'tcha?” His voice is rasped, muffled as he busies himself with sucking every inch of skin under your jaw. “All f’me, hm?” It's the way you’re claimed as his that has your head spinning, tugging at the roots of his hair as his hands squeeze the fat of your thighs, inching up and sliding under your shirt, grinning against your skin when you writhe under him.

He groans loud against your ear when his thumbs brush over the pebbled skin of your nipples, biting at your earlobe as his fingers reach to pinch at the bud. Quick to messily bunch up the material to get an eyeful of your tits. Something feral reverberating from deep within his throat when you make an effort to cross your arms against them.

“Fuck, not gonna lemme see?” He taunts, biting at the skin of your forearms, earning a low hiss before you slap at his bicep. “Hurts you fucker.” You pout, only for your lips to be pressed against his again, your wrists firmly pressed against the armrest. “Shaddap, wanna fuckin’ see you, baby.” Your body shivers on instinct, your hands flying down to tug your shirt off the minute he lets go of them, more focused on your tits as his hands trail over the supple skin, on your nipple as he leans down to bite at it, to wrap his lips around it, suckling harshly on it while his hand twists the other between his fingers, humming lowly around it when you whine and tug at the roots of his hair.

“No, no, keep it on, fuck, keep it on.” He muffles around your skin, rutting his hips against the seat before his mouth moves on to your other nipple, resulting in you whining at the sudden cold breeze hitting your wet skin. His hands travel down to your shorts, quick to make their way under the elastic and biting at your bud when his fingers press directly against your slit, not realizing you weren’t wearing any panties until his finger is covered in your slick.

“Fuck,” he pulls himself up to tug your shorts off, lowering himself and spreading your thighs, with more strength when he feels you resisting. “Prancin' around the place practically naked, ha? Just beggin' for me to fuck you dumb.'' His palms are sweaty and hot, almost uncomfortably so, even with your body several degrees warmer with the amount of desire and lust swirling inside you, evident by the glistening sheen of slick over your labia.

His fingers are sprawled against the meat of your thighs, squeezing tight as if you’re gonna slip away from between his fingers, rasping an ‘atta girl’ when you stop resisting, allowing him to fully see you, and what a fucking sight it is. “Atta fuckin’ girl, that's it.” he groans, pressing his thumb against your slit, peppering soft -as soft as he could get given his desire- kisses along your thighs and abdominal, sighing against your skin when you fully relax under his touch.

His eyes flicker between your heaving chest and your glistening folds, biting as his lip when his thumb nudges at your clit before pressing against it, moving in slow circles as you keen at his touch. “Wanna stuff this fuckin’ pussy so full,” he mutters against your thigh, breathing heavily when his words alone get your walls to clench around nothing.

All too sudden, his thumb retreats, and before you even open your mouth to utter a sound, his lips replace its place, and your mouth opens for a whole different reason. He licks, sucks, and slurps all too lewdly for your own sanity, his hand making its way to push your leg up to rest against the headrest, grinning when there’s more of you to revel in.

He's eating you out sloppily, feral as he ravishes you, the thought of ever getting sick of the way you taste is absolutely impossible to him. The way he has you jolting brings pride to him, feeding into his ego the more he notices how obedient you are to him, your leg still unmoving from where he placed it. He notices how hard he has to suck to get your voice to reach a higher octave, and abuses the fact that he got you where he wants you, a moaning mess right under him.

He prods a finger at your slit, coating itself in your slick before pushing in, the stretch from its thickness burning as your fingers run through his hair and tug, harsher the more the stretch burns. He’s moving slow, way too slow, he has you thrashing your head while still not all the way in, waiting for you to beg for more, for more of it, for more of him.

“Kats-, yes!” a needy moan escapes you when he starts pumping his single digit, his mouth breathing heavily right above your clit instead of just pressing it against the fucking-

“Yea? Ya like it?” you yelp out a few ‘yeah’s, rocking your hips up to get his mouth on your neglected nub. “Use yer words,” he murmurs, his hand pressing your hips down against the sofa, his calloused fingers curve, and your high-pitched cry is all the noise he needs to hear. “What do ya want, hmm? C'mon, tell me.”

“M-more, want more, ah, fuck!” It's all in a desperate, filthy noise, and it’s so broken it gets you exactly what you’re asking for. Katsuki pushes another finger, and the way your pussy clenches around his digits has him grinding his hips into the sofa, his angry growl vibrating against your sensitive cunt as he finally lowers his head down again to lick and suck at your neglected clit.

His calloused fingers curve again, just like the first time that had you seeing stars and beckon you to cum, while his lips suck at your swollen puffy clit. He grunts into your pussy, wanting you to release all over his fingers, his wrist, his tongue, all over him.

He finds new angles to press his fingers against you, pulling out strangled sobs and needy whines you didn't know you were capable of. And he targets them more vigorously, narrow-minded in getting you to cum and drip all over him.

He’s cruel when he toys with you, his fingers stilling when your hips jerk or your body jolts, waiting for you to settle down before continuing his ministration on you, and your body shivers as waves of heat wash over you, needy in breaking the tight knot deep within you.

You’re a mess when he looks back at you, your tits spilling out of the shirt, head thrown back with your tongue lolling out, mouth open in a drawn-out moan. He can’t stop himself from slapping your thigh, wanting you to pay attention to him as much as he’s paying it to you.

Your body jerks up in pain, pulling a hiss from your bitten lips as you drag your head forward to meet his eyes with your lustful ones. All of you, all that has become to be you, is his, all fucking his.

“C’mon princess,” he grunts against you amidst the slurping and the squelching of his pumping fingers in you, strings of your slick and his saliva keeping his lips attached to your pussy. “Wanna see you fall apart for me, cum f'me.” It’s all muffled against your cunt, your body reacts to it, either way, feeling every breath and every whisper against it. “C’mon, fuck.”

Your body is on fire, whining and crying out the faster he works against you, impatient to see you fall apart for him when you reach your climax. Your lungs burn, and you breathe in with a struggle, only for you to choke on it when your orgasm hits you so suddenly, it has your entire body shaking, a loud wail of his name the only thing you’re uttering when the knot in your abdominal breaks, and your head presses against the headrest when you gush around his relentlessly moving fingers.

He eventually starts slowing down, when your squirming gets too much for his liking, his garnet eyes glinting in delight at the sight of your spent body, working to get you to come down from your high.

And with a last strangled sob that has your tears cascading down your temples, he finally pulls them out, only for them to press against your lolled-out tongue.

“Ka-Katshu—” you choke out, needy and satisfied all at once as you wrap your lips around them when he presses further, almost getting you to gag on them when he pushes them in. and when you lick them clean does he move up to admire the mess he made of you.

His body hovers over yours, your chest pressing against his with every deep exhale you take, whimpering softly as reach up to pull his face to yours, vision clouded with unshed tears and you flutter your eyelids close when he slips his tongue between your already awaiting parted lips.

“So beautiful, so fuckin beautiful,” he whispers against your lips, dragging his lips to press kiss after kiss against your jaw as you catch your breath. “Look at you, already a fuckin mess and I still haven’t wrecked you with my cock.” You don’t register his words, so drunk on the feel of his lips against your body, both neglective of the way he’s smearing your juices against your lips at first, drowning you in your flavor before leaving a trail of it behind every kiss.

“Fuck…” Katsuki hisses when his cock makes contact with the cool air after taking his pants off, thick shaft bobbing up against his abdomen, exposing his pretty pink tip dribbling with pre.

“See what you fuckin’ do to me, baby?” He sighs, running his fingers along the apples of your cheeks, biting his lip as he looks down at you. “Yeah,” you gulp. “Like knowing that I have that effect on you.” you can’t help but stare at him, lustful eyes at the way it looks bigger than you expected -and only then do you realized that you’ve actually fantasized about it- in terms of length of course, but how thick it is has your head spinning of scenarios of you not being able to take all of him.

It doesn’t take much for him to start easing himself in you, thumb pulling at your labia to admire the way you take him in, the way you suck him in, even with you whining and whimpering about how big he is, he just couldn’t stray his eyes from the glorious sight of your cunt swallowing all of him.

“Ka- it hurts, s’big Katsu.” you cry, clawing at his back when he lowers himself, body engulfing yours when he settles atop you, holding his weight on his forearms on either side of your head. “Fuck, I know, I know, it -fuck- it’ll feel better, feel so, so fuckin’ good,” he whines against your ear, nose pressing against your cheek as he speaks, before he kisses at your temples, chuckling at your cursing when he started licking at them, using your momentary distraction to push more of his girth between your cushiony walls.

And when another sob racks your body, he shushes you gently, restraining against his better judgment to force all of him in by pressing more kisses against your face as his finger traced down to draw soft slow circles against your clit. “Shh, it’s alright, you got it, there you go, that’s it, that’s my fuckin’ girl.” he praises against your lips softly, pressing kisses against your eyelids when your brows stopped twitching in pain, your pained whimpers turning into those of pleasure.

“Mhm,” you hum aloud, fluttering your eyes open to stare at his blown-out pupils, mouth ajar in a silent moan, gasping when he pouts his lips to spit down your throat, both of you groaning loud when he bottoms out, his tip twitching against your gummy walls.

It's obvious how pussy drunk Katsuki gets because if you focus hard enough, you can see he looks even more of a mess when he’s finally balls deep in the warmth of your cunt, his feral growls and rough rasps are more whiney and desperate with every grind inside you.

Katsuki vows that your pussy is the closest thing he would ever get to meeting god, while you swear that you hear angels sing every time he fills you to the brim with his girth, both of you so intoxicated with the feeling of the other.

“Katsuki—” You call out his name in ecstasy, coming out as depraved pleads, higher and louder with every harder thrust, every deeper thrust, his hips snapping against yours and you wail when the sound of his balls smacking against the curve of your ass echo in the quiet room.

“That’s right, say my name, say my fuckin’ name.” His words are as rough as his thrusts, cursing as he sheathes in your cunt, savoring the way your walls pulsate around him every time his tip twitches inside, massaging his cock, and savoring the feeling of his size in you.

The hands that have been roaming your body are coming down to hold your hips and draw vigorous circles over your clit. “Y’wanna cum for me?” he taunts, moving slower when you don’t reply immediately, wanting to hear your voice talk to him, begging for him. “Y-yes, wanna cum, m’so fucking close.” you cry, and he takes it as an invite to rub more rapidly, snap his hips more aggressively, grunting praise after the other between his panting breath.

“Fuck, squeezing me s’good princess, you gonna cum, huh? Gonna cum on my fucking cock baby? Wanna see you make a fuckin’ mess, cum f’me baby girl”

His face contouring into an expression of pure euphoria, sinking down to swallow your cries with his mouth over yours, bodies sticking together because of the sweating. His jaw falls open when your walls clench even more around him, praises dying in his throat at the sight under him.

Him, all of him, has you falling off the edge, has you sobbing as scalding heatwaves wash over your entire body, your body shakes as your back arches, wailing when he rests his head near your ear, pushing at your body down flat against the sofa, panting and moaning softly, doing his best to keep a quick pace. Your cunt squelching with his cum makes him whine desperately, his thrusts getting a little rougher.

Now he's the one whining all pathetically, letting out soft ‘hah’s when he takes in the white film of cum coating the base of his cock. “Fuck, fuck, baby,” strained cries coming out of him, leaning down to press his lips against yours needly, begging for something to hold him down, not wanting to lose it just yet. His hands grab at the fat of your thighs, gripping the back of your knees to fold them against your chest, and you prepare yourself for the deeper thrusts that are gonna be pressing into you.

But he pulls out, so suddenly that he pulls out a loud desperate cry from you, reaching up at him when he sits back, only for him to stand back up, he pumps the thick shaft of his cock, tip fiery red with the orgasm denial. He grinds his teeth together as his eyes rake your body, hyper-focusing on the way your cunt clenches over nothing, your clit is so puffy it's driving him crazy.

But he's a man on a mission and he keeps one hand wrapped around his girth while the other fetches your phone, holding it to your drunken expression to unlock it.

Before you question his actions when he brings the phone up, the sofa dips as he sits on his knees in front of you again, he hums in thought, grabbing the base of his cock to smack his tip against your clit, chuckling when you whimper and jump.

Katsuki growls deeply behind the phone, leaning down to spit harshly against your cunt, grabbing the base of his cock and sliding the head across your hole. He trails one hand up to flick his thumb against your clit, his other hand aiming the phone closer to where you’re connected, leaning in close, easily sliding his entire length into your cunt, groaning loudly at the way you desperately clench and adjust to his size.

“Yer cunts lockin me in so tight, ya want me to fill you baby?” he groans loud, holding one leg up to get a better angle while thrusting and filming, and you’re filled with so much pleasure that you don’t even try and take your phone back from him, relishing in the way he fills you up over and over and over again.

“Gonna cum in this pussy. you're gonna let me fill this pussy up, yeah? Gonna lemme fuck it up?” he’s whining as the phone shakes in his hand, yet still determined to record the whole thing, the way your tits bounce harder with every harsh thrust, whispers of ‘atta girl’ and ‘take this cock’ are all you hear besides the constant moan slipping past your lips. His sweat is dripping down his forehead, bangs sticking to it as he pants harder and louder, his voice getting higher the closer he is to his orgasm.

“Say my name, say my fucking name,” he’s feral, his hips having a mind of their own as he rocks you against the sofa, you whine loud in pain as your head pounds against the armrest, yet the headache doesn’t matter to whats pounding into your cunt.

“Katsuki—” he doesn’t care about anything, if he even loses his hearing right after hearing you cry out his name like that, he wouldn't have it any other way. Because to him, this is all that fucking matters in the world, you milking his cock for all its worth and him panting like a bitch in heat right on top of you, claiming everything that made you into who you are, as his.

Katsuki’s head falls back as he cums, thick sticky seed coating your walls and dribbling out to coat his cock. He pants gruffly as he fucks his cum into you, thumb finding your clit to rub messy circles into it and chuckling deeply.

He throws your phone behind his back, and you hear it plop against one of the cushions as he flops atop of you, still buried to the hilt as he presses kiss after kiss against your lips, cheeks, eyes, pulling out and watching his cum drip out of you, only to scoop it out and press it right back in, leaning down to worship your entire body with praises and soft, feather-like kisses against you.

“Hey,” you whisper to him after a while, both of you cuddled up on the sofa, glistening bodies sticking together as he hides his face in your neck, traces the bruises on it with his nose, kissing your jaw and the back of your ear every few seconds.

“Hmm?” he leans away to stare at you, lids droopy as he smiles lazily at you, nuzzling his nose to yours as his hands roamed your body, squeezing at your ass before diving under your shirt to run his blunt nails against your back.

“What was the video for?” you play with his hair, the question not really needing an answer, seeing as it was in your phone and you could delete it any minute. It was really hot at the moment and he probably just did it on the spur of the moment, no harm no foul, right?

Right?

Wrong.

Because what Shinsou watches on his screen is something he never thought he would, the video playing on loop, there was so much of you and so, so much of him.

Y/N: fuckin’ my roomie, hah? well then what’s this shit for brains, ‘m balls deep inside your bitch ‘n there’s shit you can do about it

And lo and behold, what was one detail that Katsuki made sure not to miss, bunched up and dampened with sweat as your body jolted and writhed under his, that's right, the fucking t-shirt.

“Uh excuse me? Are you ok?”

Your head snaps up to find the source of the voice only to meet kind, crimson eyes filled with worry. Embarrassment immediately floods through you as you swipe hurriedly at your eyes to clear the tears away, not that it helps much. You practically gape as you take in the sight of the kind stranger. He’s got red hair styled into spikes atop his head and it’s hard to tell his exact height from your seated position but you can tell he’s tall as shit. He’s got on a black jacket far more suited for the weather than yours unzipped to reveal the fleece underneath and a gray Henley stretched taut over his incredibly well muscled chest. Dark blue jeans cling over his thick thighs leading down to a pair of timberland boots. They’re a painful reminder that your sneakers definitely aren’t going to help you much in this weather. Just your luck that the person to find you at arguably one of your lowest points would be jaw-droppingly hot.

“Yea, ‘m fine,” you lie, wrapping your arms more tightly around yourself as another round of violent shivers passes through you. “You don’t look fine. Mind if I sit?” he offers. Part of you wants to say no, this whole experience is mortifying enough without him sticking around thank you very much, but you end up shrugging noncommittally. He removes his coat and drapes it around your shoulders, dropping onto the curb next to you. You open your mouth to protest but he raises a hand to stop you. “Don’t worry about it, you look like you could use it more than me. You new around here?” he asks. “That obvious?” you chuckle wryly with a sniffle. “Only a little. Where’s your ride?”

“Don’t have one.”

“Oh, where are you staying?”

“I don’t know.”

“Uhh, is there anyone I can call?”

“Nope.”

“Where are your friends?”

“San Francisco.”

“Oook. Let’s try a different track, my name’s Kirishima, what’s yours?”

“(Y/n).”

“Ok (y/n), what’s your plan?”

It’s an innocent enough question but it immediately sends a wave of self-loathing and regret through you and up out your throat as tears start flooding down your cheeks again. “I don’t know,” you choke out around a sob. Kirishima immediately pulls you into him, guiding your head to his neck so you can bury your sobs there. His arms wrap around you more fully as you clutch onto his fleece. “I’m such an idiot, I don’t know what I’m going to do,” you cry. “Hey, you’re not an idiot it’s all gonna be fine. We’ll figure it out ok?” he assures you. You nod into his shirt, his words warming you up just as much as his jacket did. “Ok.”

It only occurs to you when you’re standing outside Kirishima’s apartment as he fits the key into the lock that maybe you shouldn’t be following a strange man that you just met back to his home. You’re too far in now to back out though and frankly getting murdered by a hot serial killer sounds preferable to slowly dying of hypothermia in front of the airport. When he finally gets the door unlocked and lets you in it certainly doesn’t look like a serial killer’s apartment. The whole place is cozy and when he leads you to the living room, trading out the jackets on your shoulders for blankets and promising you hot chocolate you can’t help but think that at least you’ll be very comfortable before your death.

Eventually he settles down next to you, handing you a mug before cradling his own. He must be freezing, you realize, and guilt settles heavy in your chest at the thought. “So why don’t you tell me what’s going on? How’d you end up in Alaska of all places with no one and nowhere to go to?” he asks gently. You swallow thickly. It’s a fair question you’re just not entirely sure how to respond to it without feeling like an idiot all over again. “Well…. Uh…. It kind of started because of a fortune cookie?” you start.

“A fortune cookie?”

“Yea…”

“You’re going to have to explain more.”

“Ok look I was just sitting in my apartment yesterday and realizing how shitty I felt in my job and in that place and I was questioning everything and so I went to get Chinese food to try and cheer myself up and I got a fortune cookie and it said I was on the wrong path in life and Mercury’s in retrograde right now and my horoscope said my month was going to be awful so I just really, really needed a change and so I tried dyeing my hair but I didn’t do it right and now the color’s weird and uneven and looks like garbage and so I panicked and decided I needed a bigger change of pace and decided ‘fuck it I’ll move to Alaska!’ and cancelled my lease and packed up and came here without telling anyone except now I don’t know what to do and I can’t move back cause I’m broke and have no apartment there.”

Your words pour out in a rush, one long run on sentence that has tears threatening to fall once again but Kirishima is quick to lean forward and put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey, hey breathe. You’ve got me now to help you out alright? Let’s take it one problem at a time,” he assures you, “let’s start with the easiest one to fix, we can go to the store and pick out whatever color you want and I’ll help you re-dye your hair. Ok?” You nod. “Great and as far as somewhere to stay goes how about you crash here until you find something?”

“What??”

You weren’t expecting a masculine voice to echo your disbelief and your head snaps over to look at the new arrival. Standing in the doorway is a man a little shorter than Kirishima with an ash blonde undercut. He looks terrifying and you’re starting to wonder if Kirishima is the bait so whoever the fuck this guy is can viciously murder you. You can tell he’s judging you, you are a mess after all, before his eyes wander back to Kirishima. “Bakugo! Hey I didn’t expect you back yet!” Kirishima perks up, seemingly in no way perturbed by the stormy look on his friend’s face. The angry blonde, Bakugo apparently, rolls his eyes at that. “Obviously,” he scoffs. “Can you give us a second?” Kirishima asks you and you can only nod again as the man stands and goes to drag his friend to another room. It’s a nice gesture but they’re also… loud as fuck, so you can still hear every word.

“What the fuck did I tell you about strays Shitty Hair?”

“C’mon dude! They’ve got nowhere else to go, I’m just helping them out.”

“I’ve been real fucking quiet with the others but inviting them to stay with us is too fucking far.”

“We have the space!”

“Just because they’re h-“

“Dude! Shh! C’mon it’ll just be a little while until they figure shit out. It’s not like we’re short on space since Denki moved out. Please?”

“Fine, I’ll give you idiots a week.”

He gives you more than a week.

A week turns into a month turns into months plural. You end up getting a job at a coffee shop and while it doesn’t pay much it’s enough for you to pay your portion of the rent. Kirishima had insisted you didn’t need to but Bakugo had told him to shut the fuck up and you had been appreciative but explained that you refused to be deadweight forever. You’re pretty sure that was when Bakugo finally started warming up to you. You’re settling into your life in Alaska. Through your new roommates you’d made a whole new group of friends, including the man whose old room you now occupied.

“So when are you going to tell Kiri you’re in love with him?”

“Denki please shut the fuck up.”

Denki’s favorite hobby when he’s not performing with his band is to come harass you at your job. He always orders stuff and tips you even when you insist it isn’t necessary so you never complain about his presence but ever since he walked in on Kirishima helping you fix your bad dye job he’s been obsessed with the idea of the two of you together. It only got worse when he found out about the teeny, tiny crush you may or may not have had on the man who’d saved you at the airport.

“What? It’s not like he isn’t into you too,” Denki whines, dramatically leaning himself across the counter as you make him his third iced coffee of the day. “He’s not into me he’s just sweet,” you tell him for perhaps the millionth time since he first sauntered in and took his trademark seat that afternoon. “I’ve known Kiri a long time dude, there’s him being sweet and then there’s the literal heart eyes he gets whenever you’re around.” “You’re only saying that because you didn’t see me when I first got here. There’s no way someone who saw me like that would ever be interested.” “You don’t give yourself enough credit.” “You give me too much.”

As you set down his iced coffee in front of him Denki gets that mischievous look in his eye that always spells trouble. Before you can question him he’s spinning around to address the entire cafe. “Hey I’m taking a poll! Who here thinks the barista working right now is hot?” “Denki!!! I’m revoking your iced coffee!” you practically lunge across the counter trying to wrestle the iced coffee from his hands as he protests. By now the regulars are used to you and Denki’s antics so no one bats an eye. Your squabble continues until a now familiar voice asks “Uhh you two good?”

You and Denki both freeze and turn to find Kirishima staring in concern. You let go of Denki where’d you been trying to wrest his drink away from him, coughing sheepishly as Denki wags his eyebrows at you. “Yea, Denki’s just being a little shit, what’s up?” you ask. “Uh can I talk to you about something?” he asks and god he’s absolutely radiating nerves. He can barely maintain eye contact, scratching the back of his neck nervously and your stomach sinks. “Sure, I actually told one of my coworkers I’d cover her shift so,” you shift your attention back to Denki as dread crawls up your throat, “can you, uh, watch the counter for me until we get back?” “I don’t work here?” “Great, thanks Denki.” You’re already tossing him your apron and moving out from behind the counter despite your friend’s indignant squawk before he can protest, leading Kiri to the back where you’ll have more privacy.

“Right so I wanted to talk to you about something,” Kiri repeats once you’re alone and if anything his nerves have gotten worse.

“You said that’s already,” you point out and god you might cry because you already have a guess as to what he’s going to say.

“Ah yea right sorry uh this is kinda hard to get out?” he gives you a sheepish grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and yep you’re definitely on the verge of crying now.

“It’s ok I know what you’re gonna say already.”

“You do?”

“I mean yea, I’m not surprised. It had to happen sometime right?”

“You think this was inevitable?”

“I mean yea, don’t you?”

“I guess so, yea. So you… feel the same way?”

Kirishima looks so fucking hopeful that you won’t take this the wrong way that you can’t bring yourself to tell him he’s breaking your heart.

“Yea, of course,” you grin, knowing full well you’re going to ugly cry the minute he leaves.

“Amazing! Then maybe we could grab dinner this weekend whenever you’re done with work?”

“Wait what?”

“What?”

“Why would we grab dinner?”

Kiri’s confusion to your confusion is baffling. Last time you checked ex-roommates don’t grab dinner together after one kicks out the other. He’s immediately flustered again, face going almost as red as his hair. “Well I just figured since I confessed and you feel the same the, like, manly thing to do would be to ask you out on a date yknow?” he admits and you immediately short circuit. “I’m sorry what did you say?” you ask stunned.

“Uhh that since I confessed-?“

“Stop! Right there, you were confessing just now??”

“Yes? Oh god did you think I was talking about something else?”

Embarrassment starts to wash over him in waves so you practically throw yourself into his arms to reassure him. “Oh my god I thought you were kicking me out of the apartment,” you laugh incredulously. “What? No!” his arms immediately come up to reciprocate. “Why would I kick you out of the apartment? You literally pay rent now,” Kiri questions. “I don’t know! But I didn’t know you were confessing!” “Wait so is this a yes to the date then?” “Yes! It’s a yes to the date.”

The grin Kiri gives you has butterflies erupting in your stomach, fluttering too much to contain, and before you know it you’re eagerly pressing your lips to his. He kisses you back almost immediately, pulling you as close to him as you can. Your heart is soaring in your chest and eventually you have to break the kiss because you’re both smiling too much to do it properly.

“Uhhh (y/n)? I tried to make coffee and I think I broke- oh!” Denki stops when he spots you and Kiri still holding onto each other but then he grins. “You two crazy kids finally get your shit together?” “We did,” Kiri chuckles. “That’s awesome! I’ll let you lovebirds have a fun time back here then and man the front,” he tells you, about to duck back out when you suddenly remember why he’d popped in in the first place. “Wait! What were you saying about breaking something?” you ask him, peering around Kirishima. “Oh, one of the machines might be smoking? But don’t worry about it! I’ll figure it out!” You give Kirishima a panicked look and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Go ahead and make sure he doesn’t burn the place down, we’ll have plenty of time,” he tells you. “Thanks,” you huff before rushing back towards the front of the house.

“Hey (y/n)?” Kiri calls out at the last minute, causing you to stop and turn to him.

“Yea?”

“I’m really glad you moved to Alaska.”

The smile you give him in response could outshine the sun and he thinks he could spend forever staring at it.

“Me too.”

- He's always a little nervous at first regardless of how long you've been together but after a few minutes he'll be fine

- soft sex is his go to for the most part just because he likes to take his time with you

- He can get rough though

- Tamaki is also pretty easy to dom most days and he makes the prettiest little whiny noises when being dommed.

- He kind of prefers receiving oral vs giving. Don't get me wrong he loves giving but the sight of your lips wrapped around him? Fucking amazing.

The dragons couldn’t disobey him, he was in possession of the horn of Azgaar, misleading them into believing he was the true possessor of the horn, the one and only dragon raider, promising to spare their worthless lives if they bid by his rules. The dragons were led by fear, fear of the king ending their lives if he blew into the horn. They had no choice but to devour, spending their lives ending those of humans.

For all those years living around the dragons, the Vidians got used to their company, some greedy enough to snag a baby dragon for themselves, knowing no dragon would dare attack a Vidian in the presence of the raider, chaining them down and raising them as pets, a true testimony to their greed in wanting -and getting- what they shouldn’t possess.

During the great war all these years ago, the Vidians rode on their backs and led them to fight on their side against the Szithian Empire, so many of their lives were taken, alongside the Vidian king. The dragons lost their family, they watched in horror as the Emperor of Szithian slashed their wings, skinned them, and wore their scales as armor, prideful in spilling their blood, right before he decapitated the Vidian king’s head off of his neck, deeming it the hassle-free choice to perceive the horn that hung around his headless neck. The elder dragon, with the name Vlad bestowed upon him by the Vidian king, was a disaster, a cataclysm, a living force of nature, his fight against the Szithian Emperor was what seized the war, losing the horn that has never been found.

From that point on, the dragons swore to never bow down to a Vidian, for they were insatiable and perjurers, quick to make empty promises and never keep them. The dragons gave up trying to get back the horn of Azgaar, carving out their own island from the Vidian’s territory and separating it from them, deeming it as their den and retreating back to it, it is known for its molten lava floors, with no alive being brave enough to step foot into the bubbling earth.

No one but the true dragon raider, the only one who gets to blow the horn of Azgaar, the one who ends the lives of the dragons, while they are to this day waiting for their inevitable doom.

But sometimes, on a still night just like this one, their hunger knows no bounds, gluttonous to the flesh of humans, spreading their endless wings to fly over to the land of humans, diving low to snatch all the little kids out of their beds, dense enough to stay awake, only to end up as little nibbles for the hungry mouths of the-

“No!” A kid perched on his bed screeches, a loud disappointed boo noise following his outburst, his friends huddled up with him under the blanket cowering when the silent tense atmosphere is suddenly cut short. The candle flame that illuminates the room sways, dancing to the music of the children’s screaming. Settling back in an amber when they quiet down, the sound of one wiping his booger with his sleeve echoing in the room.

“What?” You snap at him, looking at the seven kids eyeing you whilst on your chair, their three beds pushed together to accommodate all of them. They lean closer to you, holding onto the edge of the beds as they balance themselves on it, one of the girls almost falling over, if not for the little boy clutching on the back of her dress to stop her from doing so. “It says so here in the book.” You huff, pointing at a line in the leather-bound book in your lap, crossing your arms back at the boy when he does it at first.

“No, it doesn’t,” He argues, standing on the bed and pointing an accusing finger at you, the children huddled together on either side of him shaking in their shared blankets as they look up at him, a proud expression and a puffed chest, gloating as if he figured out a riddle.

“You've read us this story a hundred times, two nights ago it was eating children who go to bed without washing up after supper, last week it was children who don't help around the house.” With sudden realization, all the kids look back at you with glares, when one thinks about if looks could kill, their looks can, well, tickle you... a little bit.

They all have their mean pouts on, lips wobbling and eyes glazing as their doe eyes look at you in plead, to debunk the story you are reading to them, none of them tutored enough to expose your lies hidden between the lines of the story.

“Yeah well, next time it's gonna be about eating children who talk back, how about that?” You hum teasingly, closing the leather bounded worn-out book and tying it firmly before getting up. The children reach up to hug you when you sit on the edge of the bed, patting their hair and kissing their cheeks goodnight, laughing lightly and reassuring them that nothing will snatch their cute little bums while they’re asleep.

Someone clears their throat at the doorway, the children stiffening when it reaches their ear, all dejectedly pouting and whining at you to not leave while laying down on their beds when you cover their bodies with their blankets, promising to see them again in a few days, chuckling when the first kid - Koda - asks you to promise him to steer away from telling the story’s rendition about the dragons eating children who talk back.

With a final wish of a good night's sleep, you blow out the candle, closing the door with care before you turn around to meet the intruder.

“Your Highness-” Your huff cuts her off as you straighten your dress, fixing your hair before facing your companion. “Yui, you know how the children feel about you, especially when you refuse to change attire for their sake.” You furrow your brows, staring at your bodyguard. “I am aware, please pardon me,” she bows slightly, her armor clunking loud in the silent hallway upon her movement and you urge her to stand up straight again.

“Alas, His Majesty asked for your immediate presence.” She informs you, following you as you wave goodbye to the bowing caretakers of the orphanage, dropping them a bag of gold to help them take care of the children’s needs for the next couple of days until your next arrival.

You stare back at the building when you leave, Yui hot on your heels to assure your safety walking around during nighttime, a frown tugging at your lips when your gaze shifts over to the rundown building, tightening the shawl wrapped around your shoulders when you recall how cold, damp and dark it is inside. Scoffing at how it's warmer and lighter outside the home than what's within its walls, despite the settling of the night. The windows, although present, are very small openings with wooden shutters that are closed during bad weather, or in this case, at night.

You remember the day these children first stepped foot into the kingdom, huddled up with their tattered clothes and blistered feet as they cried by the gate, begging, pleading for a place to hide from the Szithian army, after relentlessly scurrying away from them on the meadows that stretch past the castle walls.

You were barely a teenager when your father allowed them to enter the premises, stuffing your drawstring pouch with assortments of food after supper, distracting your parents before leaving the castle walls, running off to the rundown building deemed their home with the bag in tow, only to end up delivering pottage-soaked bread and vegetables due to the troubles of your journey.

The children wouldn’t talk to their caretakers, opting to wait for your arrival every few days to speak to you about their escape, how their escape started with ten of them and ended with seven making it through, the others stabbed and slashed to death by those monsters. How they cowered and wailed in horror when one of the knights came over to usher you back into the castle whenever they found out about your fleeing, frightened by the clanking of the metal that will forever be engraved in their memory.

The walls surrounding the kingdom seem cloud chasing when you raise your head to peek at its top, sturdy rocks stacked one on top of the other, encircling the town and you always wondered why your kingdom was limited to its cage -for the lack of a better term- when you had so much free land around it. The question rose when you started developing an interest in geography, begging your father for your own map that you could mark whenever you embark on your own journey into the unknown, you won’t ever forget the way he laughed, what seemed in an endearing way then, now just a reminder how ridiculing it was in reality.

He sat you down and proudly traced his kingdom, piquing your interest as your eyes followed the motion of his finger, asking him what lies beyond it. His scoff still rings in your ear, before hearing his words that you now know broke something in the little adventurer that resided within you.

‘Why should it matter, everything the light touches is my kingdom, not like you can step foot beyond it.’

Blinking back into reality, you turn your head to observe the rest of the buildings residing in the neighborhood that seemingly look haunted on this specific day, the houses that have thatched roofs and are easy to destroy. You recall that one incident where you had begged your father to build the people’s houses with stones, like the stones that make the castle walls, instead of the usual timber frames and twigs. Fires were and still are a constant problem in your people’s homes. Because to this day, when you’re tossing and turning in your bed, you can still hear the screams of Mr. Taneo in the distance, the man that was devoured by the flames of his own home, just like many of your people.

Scoffing to yourself when you recall how he started explaining to you stuff that a child your age would and could never understand, how the shaping of the stones was difficult and expensive, how stones were used sparingly, except for the houses of the rich and royals, like the castle walls or the walls that surrounded your father’s kingdom, the walls you never got to experience life outside of them.

You tried to argue about how a just king would try his best for the benefit of his people and his kingdom, otherwise, he wasn’t deemed worthy of either of them -his exact words to you when you were a child, ironically. Alas, that night, you were sent to bed without dinner.

“Did he tell you why he wanted my presence?” You turn to face Yui, catching the way she shifts on her feet at your question. “I wasn’t informed,” she answers, and your eyes meet for a second too long before she turns away, using it as an excuse to guide you back to the castle walls.

You pet the mane of your horse, smiling slightly when it lets out a guttural rumble of a breath at you, then shaking its head when you step back to stuff the book in the pouch on its saddle.

You hold onto the saddles to brace yourself to get on your horse, you throw your right leg over the top pommel while your left leg hangs down, pressing your thigh against the low pommel and fastening your foot in the stirrup, making sure your dress lays over your legs and not to expose them.

“C’mon Kaoru,” you pat him on the neck, hearing him puffing his breath out of his nostrils before he trots back to the castle, back to the stoned walls of your home. You turn your head left and right, trying to catch sight of some of your people as you ride your horse back home, calling Yui when you weren’t able to find them to wish them a good night like you did every time you came down to the town.

“Is everything alright?” She voices her concern, her horse matching the speed of your own, worried at how troubled you look, yet anxious of the inevitable question leaving your lips. “Where’s everyone?” She breathes out at your question, thankful you still haven’t turned around to face her, knowing how difficult it is to lie to your face. She’s already aware of how doubtful you are about her reply to your previous question. She clears her throat before informing you.

“At the castle gate,”

“Why?” You’re alert, back tense as you turn sharply to face her, uncovering whatever façade she hides behind when your eyes meet.

“They, uh, were astonished by the carriages, and um, followed the carts to the castle gates.” She sucks on her bottom lip. “It, it looks like a proposal parade.” and honestly, you don’t need to hear anymore, leaning forward and kicking the stirrup, Kaoru breaking into a gallop as you hear Yui calling for you, the clopping of her horse getting louder the closer she gets to you as the gate guards make way for you to enter.

The castle has been your home for decade upon decade, your own world all on by itself. Yet when everyone turns their head when the clopping of Kaoru overbears their hushed mumbling, your name is on hundreds of lips, you’re more aware of what your world really is, all the endless space you thought you had is now as throttling as it can be. The world that you exist in, as maddening as the truth can make you, as real and as vulnerable as you could be.

Citizens cheer left and right, throwing petals at Kaoru’s feet as you tug at his reins to slow him down, worried about hurting anyone, waving at them softly when they call your name, heat coursing through the back of your neck as they’re already congratulating you, wishing you a pleasant life outside of the kingdom. Your body can’t stop trembling, legs wobbling when you jump off of the saddle, shaking hand barely miss when you toss Kaoru’s reins in one of the guards' hands, demanding he is put back in his stable before you lift your dress to stop yourself from tripping when you speed up the stairs.

Your heart beats faster when the maids bow down to you, giddy and joyful as your lady-in-waiting drags you off to your chamber, demanding you ‘take off that tattered wear at once, you are to make the best impression to a prince if you are to be wed.’

It takes some serious convincing and mutual tugging for you to let her handle you, unlacing your corset and allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief, only for you to choke on it when she tightens another one, before kneeling in front of you to fluff your new dress.

“There, now off you go, Yui is escorting you to the council chamber.” You snort ungracefully, “I know where it is,” but she just tuts at you, fluffing the back of your dress one more time before you leave, you are able to snatch the shawl off of the chair before you do, wrapping it around your shoulders again before exiting, not waiting for your guard to follow, blindingly trusting her to have your back.

No matter how big the castle halls are, no matter how endless the ceiling feels over your head, this time you feel constrained, almost like every step is weighing you down, your gut telling you that you don’t wanna see whatever is behind that giant wooden door.

The clunking of Yui seizes before you reach that door, and you turn around to see her already bowing down, “His majesty requested only for you and uh, the prince…” you’re bothered by her tone, “Prince?” she smiles softly at you, slipping your shawl off of your shoulders before leaving.

“Ah, y/n, great of you to join us,” your father calls, standing from the head of the table -with your mother on his right side- to greet you, and just like you have been taught all those years ago, memorized like the back of your hand, you sweep one foot behind the other, holding your skirt out from your body to curtsy.

“More like dragged to join but go on,” You mumble to yourself, head still bowed down as to not get caught before you stand back upright, pressing your lips together in what you hope is a smile at your parents.

You eye the council table, flinching when the chair’s screeching echoes in the silent large room, finding the one person occupying the round table, other than the king and his queen. The young man stands straight, right hand resting on where his heart is before lowering his head in an offering of a neck bow. Greeting you with a soft “Your Highness.” His voice is as stoic as his face, not leaving any room for you to decipher his emotions, and you envy the way he’s able to hide how he truly must feel, while you already feel your smile drooping.

“His Royal Highness,” A well-built guard announces, gaining your attention for a second, brows twitching at the sound of your parents gushing, before directing it back to the prince. “Shoto Todoroki, Prince of The Protectorate of Sha.” Your breath catches in your throat, you’re not sure if it's because of where he came from or when you take notice of the scar that is poorly curtained by his bangs. Yet, with your instinct, you perform the same curtsy, repeating the greeting to him.

“Your highness,” he starts, clearing his throat after a few moments of complete silence when you don’t offer a reply, the tension palpable as you refuse to let your guard down and continue to stare him down, lips that were pressed together in a smile now slowly morphing into a grimace.

“Prince Shoto has journeyed from afar to seek your hand, y/n.” your mother, who has been silent this whole time, gushes, ushering you all to sit back at the table, both of you on either side of your father while the prince fidgets in his seat in front of you, tugging at his collar to ease his breathing when he feels the three pairs of eyes staring, one of them basically glaring but he’s trying not to focus on that.

“Oh, I know where Sha is...” You assure, jaw clenching and you only then realize that you’re not sure why you’re so disheartened, is it because everyone is already assuming you’re accepting his proposal? Or is it because you envy that he is able to leave his home? Not confined by its suffocating walls, not having his choices made for him, not-

“A very impressive youth.”

“And a prince as well.” Your parents discuss with themselves, paying no mind to the daggers you’re shooting the duo-haired prince as he, after much trouble, pulls out a worn-out scroll from his vest, handing it to the guard that stood by him to deliver it to you.

“What, like this is some sort of deal?” You scoff, voice getting sharper with every word when the scroll reaches your side of the table. “Like I am some sort of prize to be won, like some produce to be bought? Forget it, I refuse whatever you’re offering.” you place your hand firmly on the table, pushing the chair back to stand up.

The change in Prince Shoto’s demeanor makes you halt in your step, a shift in aura as he hisses, an odd sound to be outed by a royal. Yet you pay the noise no mind, flinching when he pushes his bangs back, the whites of his eye nonexistent when the ink in his pupil bleeds into it. The captivating sapphires of his left eye now a golden glare, and you squint at its glint, even with you being far away from where he’s seated. You plop back in your seat, your knees giving out on you when you feel enchanted by it. Too caught up in your own horror to notify your parents, who are engrossed in planning where the wedding will take place.

“Actually,” he breathes a few after he calms down, the indifferent mask he wore now fallen and chipped apart, and you don’t know if his voice is pleading or coercing.

“I am not here to ask for her hand in marriage, I am here on behalf of my father, Princess y/n is to wed His Majesty, Enji Todoroki, the King the Protectorate of Sha.”

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“Shh not so loud you’ll wake your dad up.” You say quietly ushering the boy inside.

“Too late, Happy Fathers day dad!” Akihiko calls rushing to hug his still perplexed father who gratefully accepts.

“Shoto, oh god you weren’t supposed to be up yet I’m so sorry I knew I should have left a note for you.” You apologize, closing the door and moving to kiss him on the cheek.

“We got food!” his son chirps pointing to the bag you’re holding.

“I’m sorry Shoto, we wanted it to be a surprise. We got soba from that restaurant you really like.”

“I’m just glad you two are home now.” Murmurs Todoroki kissing your forehead and ruffling his son's soft red hair. “Did you want to eat right away?”

He gives a small smile when you both eagerly nod at him and allows himself to be pulled toward the kitchen and pushed into a chair. Todoroki happily smiles at the two of you as plates are shoved around the table and food is pushed towards him eagerly. Like every fathers day he’s presented with a handmade card and this year he receives a new tie which of course Akihiko proudly announces that he bought with his own allowance. Todoroki happily tells his son about some of the less gruesome details of his night at work, answering questions and giving as much detail as appropriate for his age.

Once the food is gone Todoroki is pulled out to the backyard as his son begs to have his father help him with his quirk a little bit, while you stay inside and clean up the mess from your little lunch. Peering out the window over the sink you smile watching your soon to be stepson show off the control he’s gained over his ice quirk, smiling when Shoto praises him and gives little tips to help improve. It was odd to see the little red head that everyone expected to have a fire quirk but here he was with a little ice quirk. It always warms your heart when you watch them interact like this, even with a rough childhood Shoto has always done his best to be a good dad even after he and his ex separated he made sure to be part of his son's life.

You can't help but wonder what it'll be like to watch Akihiko interact with a sibling one day. That mixed in with the thought of watching Shoto play with his son and your future child one day makes you wonder about your future. Shaking your head you start putting the dishes away and happen to miss them eventually coming in until little arms are wrapped around your waist.

“Y/n?! Dad said we can go get ice cream before he drops me off at moms. Do you wanna come?” Questions Akihiko with a large smile. Looking up at Shoto for permission he rolls his eyes at your hesitance and tilts his head towards the door.

“Of course I’ll come.” You smile, giving him a quick hug before he runs off to make sure he has everything he needs to take with him.

“I don’t know why you hesitate. You’ve been with us since he was four and he loves you.” says Shoto as he pulls you into his chest.

“I know, it’s just, it’s fathers day and I don’t want to intrude on the little time you have with him today.”

“It’s fine, I got to spend some time with him, see him smile and have fun and that’s all that really matters. After the wedding we’re gonna plan an amazing vacation and have him for two whole weeks. I can live with not having him today if it means we get him then.”

“I’m ready dad!” Yells Akihiko from the entryway of the house.

Before you know it you're settled in a plush leather seat swirling the last drink of your milkshake around as you watch Shoto hug his son before nodding at his ex and heading back to the car. He gives you a small smile when he catches you staring at him. Sliding into the driver's seat he starts the car before lacing his fingers with your own and driving the two of you back home.

“Shoto, can I ask you something?” You question finally breaking the silence between the two of you.

“Of course love.”

“When, um when do you want to start trying for a baby?”

“Honestly, we can start whenever you want.” He says, not looking away from the road.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be? I told you I wanted at least one more child, so it’s up to you on when you would like to start trying.”

“Oh ok. Good to know.”

Chewing your bottom lip you go back to staring out the window. The rest of the drive is silent except for the occasional tapping of his fingers against the steering wheel. Once you’re home again everything is still oddly silent, even when you start up a conversation you’re given rather short responses. A small pange of fear shoots through your body, maybe your earlier question had upset him? Did he rethink it? Maybe he doesn’t want to have children with you now?

“Shoto, did I do something to upset you?” You finally ask from your spot on the bed.

“Of course not Love, why would you think that?” He questions pulling his shirt off.

“You’ve just been really quiet since I asked you about babies.” At mention of babies he stiffens slightly but quickly resumes undressing for bed. “What is it Shoto? Did you change your mind about having another baby one day?”

“What? No, of course not. I can’t wait to have kids with you y/n.” He says turning and kneeling on the bed next to you. “I love the idea of you having my baby ok? It just got me thinking about how much I want to see you pregnant.”

“You really want to see me have your baby?”

“More than anything love, it’s all I think about when I see you with Akihiko. I can’t wait to see you with a baby of your own that you get to experience everything with.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” says Shoto, pulling you into a long kiss. “Trust me love if you’d let me, I'd work on giving you a baby right now.”

Staring up at him with wide eyes you launch yourself into him, arms eagerly wrap around his neck while he quickly grabs your waist as you smash your lips onto his. Shoto squeezes your waist as he slides his tongue over the seam of your lips, coaxing you to open them. When you open them with an almost silent sigh he lets his tongue explore your mouth and dance with yours.

“Shoto, do it.” You whisper against his lips, before moving to kiss along his jaw.

“Do what love?” He sighs, tilting his head for you.

“Give me a baby.”

As the words leave your soft lips you feel his body tense before he’s racked with an intense shudder. Within seconds he has you on your back with him in between your spread legs, with strong hands resting on either side of your head. Looking up at him with soft eyes you let your hands wander his shoulders waiting for him to make his next move. You run your fingertips over his jaw as he clenches it before leaning back down to press a long kiss to you.

Shoto’s warm soft lips press into yours moving carefully before sinking his teeth softly into your bottom lip and pulling. You let out a sharp whine at the minor pain that shoots through your lip. Your back arches up into him as he lets go of your lip to slip his tongue in your mouth once again. Scrambling slightly you push him away from you allowing you to quickly undress before sitting up on your knees and pushing at Shoto until he takes your hint. Raising an eyebrow at you he allows himself to be pushed over onto his back.

“What are you doing love?” he questions lifting his hips to help you pull his bottoms off.

“I wanna be on top.”

Nodding he pulls you up to straddle his waist allowing him to glide his hands along your soft skin. The slight temperature difference in his hands is intoxicating as they slide around taking greedy handfuls of your ass and tits. Shoto has never been shy about the way he feels about your body. While he is a very polite, rather blunt person he does love to grab and hold your body at any chance. It’s a consistent craving of his, to feel the warmth of you surrounding his being and you happily oblige because there is nothing like the feeling of Shoto wrapped around you.

You allow him his fun of touching you the way he likes, he’s always so serious but eager at the same time. Digging his fingers into the fat of your ass before switching to palm and squeeze at your breasts. Sitting up with his hands splayed across your back he ducks down wrapping soft pink lips around your peaked nipple sucking and licking at it. At the contact your back arches pressing him further into your chest as your head falls back with a long drawn out moan slipping past your lips. Your fingers thread throughout his hair pushing him even further into you as his teeth softly graze over your nipple before he moves slightly to switch to the other one.

Your hips immediately shift to grind against him letting his quickly hardening cock slip through the quickly growing mess between your folds. Shoto lets a soft moan out against your breast as his nails dig into your back as you continue to drag the wet mess of your cunt against him. You let your head drop forward to bury your face in his soft red and white hair, letting little moans escape you as your clit catches against him. His hands drop from your back to grab at your ass using it as leverage to help press you against him harder.

“Fuck love you feel so good.” mutters Shoto against your chest.

Squirming around his lap you raise yourself up and shove and hand between the two of you to line him up with your quivering hole. Shoto lets in a sharp breath when his tip catches against your opening. Taking a deep breath you let yourself sink down on him, letting him stretch your walls open and fill you completely. When you finally bottom out a high pitch moan leaves your mouth and gets lost in his soft hair. His fingertips dig into your skin while he pants against your chest as he waits for you to get used to the stretch of him within you.

“Always fill me so well Sho.” You mumble, giving your hips a test roll.

“You were made for me. Perfect fit for me.Gonna look so perfect carrying my baby”

Once your body has gotten used to the stretch rise up before dropping down and building up a steady rhythm. Shoto’s hold on you slackens slightly allowing you to bounce against him the way you please. It’s not an intense rhythm, it’s deep and and even foring the air out of your lungs everytime he presses at your cervix. You hear Shoto’s uneven breath as he pulls your body close to his chest but still allows you to do what you need.

“God Y/n, you’re so perfect love so so perfect.”Whispers Shoto as picks his head up to pepper kisses along your neck. You clench around him at his words causing him to groan low and deep against your ear. It’s a sound you could get drunk on if you heard it enough, it reverberates throughout your body rattling the deepest parts of you.

Shoto’s hold on you suddenly drops and his hands rest against your thighs as his upper body drops down to rest against the pillows no longer able to hold himself up. Your hands plant themselves on the firm muscles and soft skin of his pecs. The longer you bounce on top of him the more you get to watch the way his chest and abs flex as his breathing changes as you squeeze around him. His eyes look up at you unfocused, hair matted to his forehead all while his mouth drops open to let more of those beautiful groans swirl into the room around you.

“So good Shoto, feels so so good.” You mumble circling your hips. Nodding in agreement he can’t help but thrust up into you, meeting your hips everytime you drop down onto him. Grinding down to get some much needed friction on your neglected you, you let out a small whining noise. Shoto’s once closed eyes snap open at the sound, he quickly understands the noise as he takes in the pinched expression on your face and the way your hips grind against him. His right hand leaves your thigh to rest near the spot you two are joined at. Cooling his thumb ever so slightly he rubs tight circles on the neglected bundle of nerves.

“That what you need love? Need me to help you cum?”

“God yes Sho, please. I wanna cum ‘m so close.”

Pressing down with his thumb he cools it down just a little more, he lurches and lets out an odd choking noise at the way your tight cunt clenches around him suddenly. Doing his best to calm his uneven breathing he shifts slightly to plant his feet on the bed using the leverage to help him thrust up into you. Finally he thrusts up into slightly off time with your rhythm forcing you into your orgasm suddenly.

Your nails bite into his pecs as your arms give out and you fall against his chest. He brings his free arm up your back letting his hand cup the back of your neck keeping you close to him. The cool feeling of his thumb causes you to gush around him while you moan into his neck helplessly. He helps work you through it pushing his hips up into yours slowly and letting his thumb rest against your now throbbing clit. Your body twitches against him as you mewl and squirm around trying to escape the pressure of his thumb.

“Good girl, that’s my good girl. Think you can go one more round for me love?” He questions kissing your head. He smiles softly when he receives a small whine and nod as an answer.

Shifting your body up he lets himself fall free of you before wrapping both arms around you and flipping the two of you over. Pushing up onto his forearms he looks down at your pink tinted face before leaning down and kissing you fully. He sighs into your mouth as you eagerly return his kiss, you let out a sudden moan when he lets his cock slide through your slick again making sure the tip bumps into your clit. Sitting up on his knees slightly he watches you pant for a moment before grabbing you behind the knees. He pushes your knees up to your chest forcing you into a perfect little mating press before sinking into you again.

In this position it feels like he reaches so much farther, like you can almost feel him deep in your stomach. Licking his lips he looks down groaning at the sight of his hips flush against your own. He watches the way you coat him in a mess of almost translucent milky white slick as he pulls out, eyes rolling back at the loud squelch it makes when he slams back into you.

“Can’t fucking wait, you’re gonna be so perfect love.” He mumbles as he watches himself disappear repeatedly into your tight cunt. “So cute and round with my baby, fuck it’s all I think about sometimes.”

“Wann make yo-you a daddy again.” You wheeze as he forces the air out of your lungs with each deep thrust.

“Yeah? You want me to make you a mommy? Want me to fill this sweet little cunt to the brim and make sure you have my baby?”

“Uh huh.” You nod unable to think of more words as he hits every spot inside of you while the tip of his cock hammers into your cervix.

“Fuck.” He grunts, squeezing your thighs. “I’ll make sure I keep you nice and full all the time. Keep going until it takes.”

Your walls tighten around him impossibly at that as you're racked with a sudden orgasm, toes curling, back arching as you let out a slurred moan of his name.

“Yeah that’s it, love. Love the idea of me knocking you up , shit that much huh?” He grunts pistoning his hips faster into yours. “Good girl, keep milking me love.”

You look up at him through teary eyes, clawing at his shoulders when he doesn’t slow his pace at all. His body shakes above you as he focuses on reaching his own high now. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull him down into a sloppy kiss, allowing him to pant and groan into you as his hands tighten on the back of your thighs.

“Just a little more fuck, just a little more and I’ll give you a baby. I’m gonna make you a mommy I promise.” He groans against your mouth.

The sound of his hips snapping into yours mixes with the wet sound of your cunt, almost drowning out the sound of your broken whines and Shoto’s low grunts. His hips grind into yours allowing your clit to catch against him and forcing your walls to clench around him in overstimulation. He lets out a sudden choked noise as his hips lose all sense of rhythm as he lets his high wash over him. With a few final thrusts he’s pushing in making sure the tip of his cock is pressed snuggling up against your cervix as he fills you with a heavy flood of cum. You feel his body tense over yours, temperature fluctuating slightly as he loses a small amount of control over his quirk before he immediately reigns it back in, afraid of hurting you.

Finally his body relaxes some above you as he starts to catch his breath again. He shifts around making sure to keep his hips flush to yours he lets your legs fall before sliding his arms under your body and moving around to roll over with you now resting on his chest. Letting your head rest against his chest you relax at the sound of his heart rapidly beating, smiling softly as it starts to slow and return to it’s normal pace. Staring up at the ceiling breathing deeply he runs his hands along your back relaxing you further into his body.

“Gonna pull out?” You question when you come back to your senses fully.

“I want to make sure it takes, so not yet.” He states bluntly.

“You know if it takes this time I’d probably be like twoish months pregnant at the wedding?”

“It’s a little late to think about that now.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing, I just wouldn't be able to drink at the wedding.” You say shifting slightly to look up at him.

“You don’t like drinking as it is.” Shoto points out looking down at you.

“Mmm true.”

“See, it's fine that we started trying a little early then.”

“Next year we’ll hopefully celebrate with Akihiko and a new baby.”

- Major head pusher when you go down on him, he's getting every inch of his dick down your throat

- Public sex is this mans guilty pleasure, bar bathroom? check. Dark alleyway? check. Parks? Check. He will fuck you anywhere

- He's packing a solid 8 inches ok, and yes it's pierced and yes it's a Jacobs ladder

- Loves watching your ass bounce against his hips when he fucks

- Always makes sure to leave bruises on your ass.

- Grabs you by the cheeks, squishing them together until you open your mouth to complain then spits in your mouth and forces you to swallow.

- Makes sure your an over stimulated crying mess when he's done with you.

denki’s brows are furrowed while his hands fist at the bedsheets. his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, the smell of your arousal hitting him like a fucking truck. his eyes were fixated on the show between your legs, your fingers tracing your sensitive folds and circling your dripping entrance. your digits were practically shining with slick, a stray string connecting your ring and middle fingers make denki chew on the inside of his cheek. your back was flush against the plush pillows of your bed, your free hand pinching and rolling one of your pebbled nipples. a heavenly sigh leaves your lips as you get yourself off, dipping a finger into your fluttering cunt.

“baby, can i—”

“no. you were acting out today in front of our friends. touching me, groping me through my skirt while we were out with friends. you were being so needy today, now you deal with the consequences. be patient, kaminari.”

the sharpness in your tone has denki struggling to stifle a whine. his cock throbbed painfully in his pants. he couldn’t help himself today. not when you had decided to go out in his favourite skirt, the pleated one you had made him wear one night as another punishment for misbehaving. you set a vibrator on high against his cock and left him sobbing and overstimulated for a good portion of the night. one part of you wondered whether denki liked being punished. judging by how his eyes glossed over and how he was drooling at the sight of your naked pussy while he was forced to simply sit there and wait was enough of an answer. you had simply been touching yourself, pleasing yourself without his help and it was killing him. he wanted you to sit on his face, use his tongue, or his fingers, maybe even his cock if he were lucky enough.

“come here.”

your commanding voice was enough to drag him out of his perverse thoughts, tongue wetting his lips as he sprung back to life right in front of you. he crawled over to you hesitantly, the mattress dipping as he tentatively made his way over. you held out two glimmering fingers. denki’s golden gaze flickered to your face, a sick smirk playing on your features at how oddly innocent he looked. how cute.

“suck.”

without a moment to spare, he wrapped his warm tongue around your fingers. moaning whorishly at your sweet taste, he sucked. he sucked as if his life depended on it. he enveloped your fingers so readily, his eyes never leaving yours as he licked you clean of your essence. the breath was stolen out of his lungs as you pushed your fingers down on his tongue cheekily. he gagged, his fists pulling at the sheets beneath the both of you at the sudden action. his cock was begging to be free at this point, to be touched, to be taken care of. he didn’t care how. he needed you. forcing air through his nose, he breathed hard as you pulled your fingers out from his greedy mouth.

denki went to speak, to ask you for more, to beg you for more, but you pressed your two fingers against his pretty lips.

“ah ah. be patient.”

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Tenchi is every bit his father’s son. He may have your hair and when the time comes your quirk, scarlet wings being notably absent when he was born, but his eyes, the markings around them, and his personality even at just three years old are all Keigo. Keeping up with him is a full time job, which is precisely why you decided to retire after his birth. Sure your husband had felt guilty at first that you’d sacrificed work for your burgeoning family but you’ve told him enough times now that you don’t regret your choice for a second that he’s let it go. In all honesty you’ve been enjoying your retirement. Watching Tenchi grow up has brought you such genuine joy and with each passing day you’re only further amazed by the small human you and Keigo have managed to produce.

You’re in the middle of making a flower twist and dance around your giggling toddler when you get the call. A quick check of the caller ID has you rolling your eyes as you answer. “Whatever it is, the answer’s no,” you huff. “Japan needs you,” the commission member on the other side of the line says gruffly. “No, my son needs me, you all want me. There’s an important distinction,” you reply. “One mission, that’s all we’re asking for,” the man sighs. “No, get someone else to do it.” “There is literally no one else who can do it.”

“You’re kidding…”

“I wish I was.”

You sigh heavily down the line.

“One last mission then I mean it, don’t call me again.”

“Gladly.”

Hawks is the only reason you don’t quit the mission. You’ve always loved working with him, it’s how the two of you first met, and he keeps you from yelling too much at the people working with you both when you’re feeling particularly cranky at being separated from your child. Tenchi stays with your parents in the meantime and you and Hawks FaceTime him every night after working. You miss your bundle of joy but seeing the way his little golden eyes light up when you and Keigo’s faces appear on screen makes your heart absolutely melt.

It takes a week to resolve the incident and you’ve never been happier to see the Fukuoka train station in your life than when Keigo gently shakes you awake with a fond smile to let you know you’ve returned home. As you step off the train your eyes search the crowd until you see a familiar little body clinging to the pants leg of one of your parents. Tenchi spots you and Keigo about the same time you spot him and instantly he’s rushing forward with the sort of recklessness only children possess. It doesn’t matter though because you’re running forward to meet him, grasping hold and lifting him into the air and into your arms the minute you reach him. Keigo isn’t far behind, wrapping you and Tenchi both in his arms and his wings to keep out the invasive flashing of the paparazzi’s cameras. “You get the bad guys?” Tenchi asks with big, excited eyes, looking between you and Keigo. “Of course, Mommy kicked bad guy butt,” Keigo grins, throwing you a wink. “I wan’ go next time,” the little boy pouts and you can’t help but chuckle. “Tell you what when you’re big and strong Daddy and I will take you to fight bad guys with us. Ok?” you offer. “Ok!” Tenchi beams, sunny disposition immediately returning in full force.

Later that night when you and Keigo are laying in bed, Tenchi fast asleep between the two of you, he turns his curious gaze on you, watching as you smooth the hair over your son’s head. “Do you think you’ll take another one?” Keigo asks quietly so as not to wake up your sleeping child. “Hm?” “Do you think you’ll take another mission?”

You think it over for a moment but then shake your head, a small loving smile stretching your lips.

“I’ve already got a mission right here.”

“It is a pretty great one, I’ll give you that.”

“Yea and my partner on it isn’t so bad either.”

“You sure about that? I hear he’s pretty absent.”

You stop and look at him, his smile having gone sad as he continues to stare at Tenchi, guilt obvious in his golden irises. “Hey, look at me,” you tell him. It takes a moment but eventually he does. “You’re an incredible hero but you’re an even better father. You try so hard to be there for Tenchi and he and I both know that. So I don’t want to hear it alright?” you insist. “Alright,” Keigo huffs, lips twitching up into a rueful smile. “Hey I mean it. I don’t want to hear you doubting yourself Kei. You’re an amazing dad. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Good. I love you pretty bird.”

“And I, you Dove.”