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Even when he has a dedicated drawer in your dresser and two sets of his hero uniform hung up in your closet for the nights you have too much to drink; insisting that he just stay for the night. His own toothbrush on the porcelain of the ‘his and hers’ bathroom sink, the cabinet below the one left previously unused now filled with all of his toiletries. The razor he uses to shave, his aftershave, your favorite cologne of his along with a caddy filled with all the things he needed to shower. 

You’re just close like that, you insist, lots of best friends sleep in the same bed together when they stay the night. 

That doesn’t help your dating life, though, most men are uncomfortable with the prominence of the pro hero. Instantly turned off when your phone screen lights up to brightly display the selfie of Shouto holding you closely with a cute filter drawing a highlighted cat nose, whiskers and ears on both of your faces; and the notification that forces the device to shine is always a text from him. 

Checking in. 

You always share your location with Shouto before a date, you just don’t know that he watches until you’re completely stationary. When he figures whatever man you (foolishly) think may be worthy of your time will finally be sat close enough to you to see his message. 

And he always comes to the rescue when you call with that tone of disappointment Shouto shouldn’t take so much delight in. Always quick to arrive, like he was waiting for his summons, so he can hook his forefinger beneath your chin to make you look up at him. Shouto’s thumb smoothing over the slight quiver to your lip because the rejection does get to you after so many instances, telling him with a bitter smile, “at some point the common denominator has to be me Shoyo.” 

He hates when you say his favorite nickname so sadly, and over some man you hardly had a conversation with. It gives him a pang of guilt because the common denominator is never you, it’s him and he’s so selfishly glad that you’ve yet to figure that out. 

“I’ll take you home, we’ll watch a movie,” Shouto gives you that little half smile that may as well be a beaming grin in your eyes, making you soften in his hold as you nod. Allowing him to guide you to his car, stopping along the way to get your favorite food. 

A meal that goes uneaten when you’re finally within the sanctity of your home, left not even unpacked on your coffee table as a random movie plays softly in the background. Just low enough for Shouto to hear you sigh when the heat that radiates from his left palm, growing pliant under his comforting touch. 

Legs spread wider subconsciously when his fingers massage at the fat of your thigh before it slips higher, delving beneath delicate lace once he reaches the apex. He can’t help but groan at the slick feel, heat radiating from your slit that combats his quirk in a more intoxicating heat. Thick digits gliding through your folds until his ministrations fill the room with soft, sticky sounds and you steadily adjust in the couch until you’re on your back, falling into position so easily for him. 

Shouto gets comfortable, palming at his crotch as the back of your knee settles on his broad shoulder. Your heel digging lightly into Shouto to pull him closer before he’s even able to push your skirt further up your hips. He’s careful in how he slips your underwear off even in his mounting fervor lest he pop fragile stitches, silvery strings of slick clinging to the fabric with your arousal, mindful that they’re your favorite pair. Eager to taste you, indulge in what he caused, pushing the thought that it should only ever be him that does this for you to the back of his mind as he licks a broad stripe from your hole to your clit. 

He groans salaciously into your cunt, Shouto’s fingers digging into the underside of your thigh as he laps at you. Leaning up just enough for you to lift your head when his attention wanes to watch him let a glob of his spit drop onto your clit only for him to wrap his lips around the swollen bud and slurp. Piercing, two toned gaze watching as your eyes roll back and you moan unabashedly, your fingers tangling at his scalp. Hips bucking into his face as he traces slow patterns around the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, taking his time with you. 

You moan so prettily for him, chest heaving as you pant through a breathless moan. You drive him crazy, test his patience in the best of way, make his cock swell and leave the throbbing length impossible to ignore with just the sound of you and worsened still with every lap of his tongue. You can faintly register the sound of his belt and zipper but Shouto slurps at your folds noisily to keep you focused on your pleasure, he can take care of himself. More than fine with fucking his fist while he feasts on you. 

He groans against you, sending a shock of delicious vibration against your sensitive clit that makes you arch into him. You pull another but it bleeds into a low hum, resonating deep in his throat when your fingers thread into his two toned locks as you slowly roll your hips into his face. Lost in your own pleasure, Shouto’s lids fluttering shut despite how he likes to watch your lips part around a silent moan.

Shouto’s thumb rolls over his leaking tip, grunting at the feel as he works the slight slickness down his length. Pumping languidly, matching the rhythm you find humping his face with the occasional jerk when he wraps his lips around your clit. 

You can feel the telltale build of your climax, deep in the pit of your lower belly and you chase it with earnestness. Pulling Shouto impossibly closer as you arch your foot against his mid back, sitting up enough on your couch and whimpering when you catch his unwavering gaze from between your thighs. His lids fluttering shut with another content hum into your cunt while you move to caress the back of his skull, pulling him closer and the pressure makes your head fall back in a throaty moan. 

“Right there, just like that Shouto, please,” the breathless plea makes his cock twitch in his hand. Pearly beads leaking from his flushed tip and his brow furrows with the change in face. 

Your hips stutter into his face unevenly, Shouto furiously fisting his cock while he sucks flicks his tongue against your puffy bud until you cum with a cry of his name. Breath hitching and arching away from the plush cushions of your couch while your orgasm washes over you in waves. Shouto groans again, pumping himself with a desperate fervor unlike his usual calm demeanor, brows furrowed as he laps your essence greedily until you’re whining from the attention. 

Pushing weakly at his head with soft coos of ‘Sho, too much, no more’ but he only pulls away when his sac tightens with the threat of his own demise. 

He moves quickly, resting his knee on the edge of the couch, pumping his cock when he finally cums. Thick spurts painting your messy folds with his release as he grunts softly until his shoulders slump in relief. 

A hush falls over the room save for the steadily evening panting breaths. Shouto debates for a moment if he should get you a damp rag to clean up or selfishly enjoy the way you look fucked out with him decorating your skin before he ultimately settles in the latter. 

Shouto settles between your thighs, slotting his softening cock against your sticky lips but he doesn’t find it unpleasant. Sighing as he rests his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer as he gives a sigh. Smiling softly as you rest your chin on his crown, gently combing your fingers through Shouto’s hair, soothingly raking your nails over his scalp. 

“Do you feel better?” 

You giggle at that, giving him a weighted gaze with soft eyes when he sits up enough to look at you, smiling genuinely when you reply, “don’t even remember what I was upset about.” 

He gives a light chuckle in return, untangling himself from you; reassuring you he’s only grabbing a rag to clean you up when you whine, “stay put. I’m not going anywhere.” 

The promise makes your chest heat, a blooming warmth that spreads from your sternum pleasantly up your throat. Tilting enough to watch him move about your kitchen like he belonged, continuing to take care of you like he always does. It makes you think, really think about your current relationship. 

You let your phone drop to the sofa, taking a deep breath in. You wrapped your blanket over your body, its fuzzy material tickling parts of your exposed skin. You narrowed your eyes, on a random spot in the room. You didn’t feel just left out from today. This loneliness has built up throughout the year. Did you achieve what you wanted to accomplish or did you waste the whole year away? Your thoughts continuously began to spiral.

You lifted the blanket to cover your face, falling on the side of your shoulder. Tears began to build up in the corner of your eyes. You hated this. You hated this so much. This day was supposed to be happy, yet…

A click from the door caught your attention. You hear heavy footsteps walk in, followed by two thumps from this person taking their shoes off. You lifted the blanket slightly to see the figure only to reveal your roommate Cyno. Your eyes widen, removing the blanket from you completely.

“Cyno? What are you doing home? I thought you were going to hang out with Alhaitham or visit Tighnari?” you asked. Cyno rolled his deep red eyes. He put his black coat on the rack showing off his dark turtleneck underneath it. In his hands laid a plastic bag, he must’ve picked something up from the convenience store next door.

“I didn't want to intrude on Tighnari's work even so I had a lapse in my judgment and went to go out with Alhaitham's group. I couldn’t stand it, being in the same room as him any more than I needed. I want to start the New Year on a positive note, not whatever that was,” he murmured sitting next to you on the couch. He took a container out of the plastic bag—it was curry and some utensils from his favorite take-out place. He grabbed the fork before plying the top of the container off, the waft of various spices wafting through the apartment before digging his fork in and enjoying the meal.

“...I’m sorry your New Year ended up turning sour Cyno. I’m sure Nari’ would have loved to see you if he wasn’t busy playing host,” you stated. He continued to eat his curry next to you. Your eyes drifted away from him and back towards the window once more.

“New Year really sucks this year, huh?” you murmured, letting your head hit on the back of the couch. Cyno paused from eating his curry, setting the bowl down on the coffee table.

“Not necessarily. I find your company much more appealing if I’m being honest,” he admitted. Your face felt hot as your eyes widened. You let out a chuckle, not sure what else to react with.

“You’re sweet Cyno…” you mumbled. His eyes focused on you—those rubies seemingly staring through your soul. You resisted the urge from looking away before his mocha hand drifted over. You shut your eyes closed feeling him wipe the corner of your eye, a tear disappearing with it.

“Why are you crying, (Y/n)?” he asked, wiping his fingers with one another to dry them. You opened your eyes again, letting out a sigh. The same expression you had looking out the window returned to you.

“...I don’t know. I’m feeling a bit lonely I guess. I don’t feel like I accomplished anything I was supposed to do this year. I just feel...shitty,” you revealed. Cyno’s lips stretched into a line.

“I’m not going to invalidate your feelings, but I’ll offer you perspective. Although you may not have accomplished what you wanted, did good stuff happen this year for you?” he asked. You let out a small chuckle.

“Yeah...some good did happen,” you replied. Cyno’s lips curved up into a small smile.

“See? I also have to admit, you— being with me this year—has made me much more positive about the future. Your kindness, your dedication, all of it. So, thank you for making my year that much brighter whether you realized it or not,” he answered. You felt your heart flutter in your chest. 

You lean your head against his broad shoulder, sniffing and wiping away your dewy cheeks before peering back at Cyno. His eyes just bore into your own, slowly leaning forward before the two of you realized, your lips connected with one another. Electricity bounced throughout your body as your hands soon found themselves pressing against his chest, moving up to his cheeks—soft and firm in your caress. Cyno’s hands squeezed at your waist before he maneuvered you around, your back now laying on the couch with him on top of you.

Your legs parted, letting Cyno have easier access to kiss you. Despite the spices still on his plush lips, a soft moan escaped you—hands beginning to trail up his shirt feeling the lean muscles hidden beneath. A low moan echoed out, pelvis slowly grinding into your core before he finally leaned away from your lips, now glossy from the endeavor.

“Are you sure you want this. I don’t want to pressure you,” Cyno muttered, leaning his forehead against yours. A soft smile etched on you lips, giving his nose a quick peck.

“Please, I could use the distraction…” you muttered. Just as he was about to claim his lips again, you moved away from beneath him on the couch—letting your knees fall against the fleech rug, your hands on each of Cyno’s thighs. His eyebrows furrowed momentarily, shocked by the sudden change before sucking in a breath feeling your hand cup against the newly formed bulge pressing against his jeans.

“F-Fuck, easy there,” he whispered, intensely watching your hands undo his belt. After unfastening the buckle and popping the button, a loud zip reverberated across the room as Cyno let out another low grunt. You moved his boxer’s down, cock springing up and against his lower stomach. His length twitched, eager at the attention—precum already budding on his brown tip. 

Your tongue slowly slide up the side of his cock, tongue firmly pressing against a vein as his whole body shivered in delight. You grabbed onto the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly before pumping it timidly. A loud grunt erupted from Cyno as he leaned his head back, teeth buried into his bottom lip.

As you pump him, you open your mouth welcoming his cock inside, slowly twirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. His hips bucked as a result, as you tried not to cough. You soon bobbed your head, looking up at his unraveling form—grunting to hide the moans from coming out. As one hand buried it’s nails into the sofa the other soon found it’s way to your head, watching it move with the pace. You hollowed your cheeks once more, sucking loudly as Cyno let out a silent curse closing his eyes.

“Easy…easy!” he grunted, soon pushing you away from him. As you look back up, concern and worry swirling in your eyes, Cyno sighed trying to catch his breath. His hand reached over to your cheek, caressing it softly with a small smile.

“I..didn’t want to just…do that right now. I’d prefer saving that for another time,” he murmured. “For now, I’d rather finish inside of you, if that’s alright.” You look down flustered at his words as he got up from the couch finally taking his shirt off, revealing his nude form. His hands soon disrobed you from your outfit as well, clothes now pooling against your feet.

As you lay on the couch, it was his turn to spread your legs wider—watching your slick drool out of your entrance. He bit his lip again trying to compose himself as his cock throbbed in excitement. 

“Just…don’t tease me much….Please,” you begged. Cyno nodded silently watching your cunt tighten on nothing. The callous pad of his thumb found its way to your clit as your body jolted in pleasure. He brought to other fingers to slowly slide between your folds, concentrating on the glistening slick beginning to coat there. Your hand reached up, thumb flicking your now hardened nipples as Cyno grunted once more, clearly eager to get you properly prepped. 

Once he felt you were ready, he grabbed his bag on the ground fishing for a condom and ripping it open. He swiftly slid it against his cock, pumping it a couple of times, before pressing the tip towards your entrance.

“I promise. You’re more admired than you think and I hope that this can show you that,” Cyno murmured. As his cock sank into you, his lips connected with your own once more, muffling any of your moans trying to get out. You could feel the thickness of his cock stretching you out and filing you up as he soon bottomed out, snugly inside of you. You could feel him throb as he shifted his hips, lips moving towards the side of your cheek.

Cyno’s pace was slow and meticulous, as your legs soon wrapped around his waist. His hands trailed against your body, squeezing at your thighs, cock relishing in the way your walls fluttered trying to get him to go faster. His hot lips trail against your neck, softly kissing and sensitive skin. The couch whined, moving to the pace of Cyno’s thrusts as your own moans began traveling throughout the apartment’s living room.

“Right there, Cyno! There!” you cried out, rocking your hips to encourage him to hit that spot inside of you again. Cyno groaned deep in your ear, grabbing onto the globe of your ass and moving your leg up onto the couch so he could get deeper inside of you. As your arms wrapped around him, a soft moan escaped him.

“I wish you saw how beautiful you are to me. Your smile. Your laughter. Inside and out,” he grunted in the shell of your ear. “You have no idea how much advice I had to look up and the people I’ve gone to just to keep that smile of yours.”

Cyno ripped another loud moan from you, feeling your walls clamp down more on his cock. As his strides began getting sloppier, a knot forming in his lower stomach, he quickly pressed his thumb back onto your clit rubbing rapid circles on it. Your squirmed, body tensing as you reached your high—nails harpooning in Cyno’s back as he pounded harder inside of you, nursing you through it.

Clenching his jaw, and shutting his eyes, his lips pressed harshly against yours as he finally came—hips stuttering as he gave a lazy thrust. Despite wearing a condom, you could feel the heat radiating from his cum inside of you.

A large boom caught your attention, and the window soon filled with bright colors beginning to shoot out from the sky. It must be midnight now.

Cyno’s lips parted again with yours, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. There weren’t many times anything other than a neutral face or scowl was on Cyno yet when he looked down at you all that remained was a soft expression.

“Happy New Year’s. I hope this was a better one than what you were expecting,” he whispered, moving your hair out of your face. You sighed, still feeling full from Cyno’s cock still inside of you. You lifted your hand up, caressing his cheek once more.

“I owe that all to you…”

Flurries of snow, glistening from the fireworks began to drift down on the two of you as one another remained silent, feeling his cock beginning to move inside of you again.  Your hands remained on his face, lips whispers apart from one another.

Al Haitham is not amused by your determination to watch him fail, or the dirty looks you send his way in class, for that matter. If anything, that only motivates him to make you stay in your place. However, he has to admit he is a little amused by your sheer concentration on your goal, like watching a toddler trying to win a game of tug-o-war. Him, on the other hand, barely has to do any extra studying to walk out of exams knowing he’d see another 100 on his paper very soon, and with that, the frustration on your face.

In fact, he is enjoying that last part immensely. So much that it has become his new motivation for doing well in school, whatever previous grand goals he had set for himself forgotten.

So it becomes understandable that when he notices you in the library, books piled so high that they may topple over at any moment and your nose almost touching the paper, he cannot resist the temptation to tease you just a little bit.

“Working hard or hardly working?”

You look up from your mountain of coursework, the curiosity instantly turning into disgust when you register the voice as belonging to your new #1 enemy.

“What does that have anything to do with you?”

He plops down into the chair across from yours, much to your dismay, and makes himself comfortable. Were he not the top student and practically every professor’s favourite, the librarians would have gotten him into trouble a long time ago for propping his feet up on the tables.

“Just wondering if you’d like any help with uh,” he peers down at the titles of the tomes, “ancient Abyssal runes?”

“Fuck off.”

“I’m being nice!”

“You’re being annoying.”

You curse as you notice that the rune you were working on was wrong all along. You thumb through the dictionary again, mentally making a note to get back at Al Haitham later for distracting you.

He has made it his life's mission to continuously comes up with new ways to annoy you, the genius in him being put to the wrong uses.

Including but not limited to taking your seat just to see you get worked up. You have always enjoyed claiming the desk in the middle of the classroom, not too close to the front but also not to far back that you can’t see anything on the blackboard. But when you walk into class one day, you find your “reserved” seat taken.

“Get out of my seat!”

“Oh, is it yours?” He feigns innocence, “didn’t see a name on it or anything.”

A few students around giggle at his fake sympathy, and you shoot daggers out of your eyes at them.

“Move.”

“Make me.” He challenges.

You scoff, getting fed up with him.

Al Haitham looks to the students around for their reactions, clearly feasting on the attention he is getting. Only out of fear that your yelling would ruin his pristine reputation in front of the professor, he finally removes his behind from the chair. Unluckily for you, however, he chooses to sit down in the desk right behind yours.

You groan when you finally sit, feeling the chair still warm from its previous occupant. Soon it becomes apparent that having Al Haitham behind you is anything but a good idea. His constant poking and light kicks to the bottom of your chair is making it impossible for you to focus, especially when another weekly test is just around the corner and you are having significant difficulties understanding these stupid Abyssal runes.

“Stop it.” You hiss at him. The man behind you keeps his stoic face on, but you know deep down he is laughing at your antics. You want to throw the thickest book you own at his head. Maybe that will knock some of his genius out and you can finally claim first place.

“Miss Y/N, please focus.”

Much to your horror, in the time you thought about how to tie Al Haitham’s legs to his own desk, the professor has paused his lecturing and is now glaring straight at you.

“Sorry, sir,” you mutter, feeling heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“This doesn’t look like top student behaviour, Y/N,” a low voice behind you whispers.

You whip around your seat so fast that the chair rattles a little, drawing not only the professor but other students’ attention to you as well.

You have never felt regret faster.

“Do I need to ask you to step outside, Miss Y/N?”

You pale.

“Sir, he keeps—”

“Both of you. Please step outside until you can listen without distracting other students.”

Al Haitham tries to protest, but the firm tone of the professor and a don’t you dare look from you make him swallow his words. He takes confident strides out of the classroom as if nothing ever happened, with you sheepishly towing behind.

Once you are in the hallway and the door behind you shuts, your anger erupts without forewarning like a dormant volcano.

“Happy now?”

“Why would I be? I’m in goddamn trouble with the professor.”

“You say that as if you weren’t the one causing trouble! Now I’m probably gonna fail that stupid exam because of you!”

He leans back against the wall and slowly slides down to a sitting position on the floor, your angry figure now towering over him.

Seeing no reaction, you huff and cross your arms, trying to look at anywhere else but him.

Your feet start getting sore from all the standing. Sitting down on the floor but keeping a sizeable distance from him, you huff again to express your lingering resentment at him.

Al Haitham sighs.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I know how important that exam is to you.”

You arch your eyebrow at him, “Oh, do you really, now?”

“How about we get out of here?” He avoids the question.

“Are you insane?” Your eyes widen at his suggestion. Not only are all your belongings still inside the classroom, you’re in detention, for archons sake. In time-out like kindergarteners who threw tantrums over sharing toys.

He gets up to his feet effortlessly and reaches a hand out. You contemplate your decisions. Either sit here with your tail between your legs and risking further embarrassment when another professor, or even worse, the sages pass by, or, you can get the hell out of here and risk…probably something worse than being seen in detention by the grand sage.

As much as you are still furious at him, you can’t deny that his offer isn’t the least bit tempting. As the top student and every professor’s favourite, you know Al Haitham has connections that other students cannot even dream of having, yourself included. How could you pass up a chance at exploring these connections, and possibly even beating him at his own game someday?

Screw it, you’re in.

You jump to your feet, purposefully ignoring his outstretched hand. He retreats it nonchalantly, and turns to lead the way.

Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you walk through the House of Daena, past the shelves of ancient tomes and scholars studying, past the grand columns and intricate doors, until you are in the centre of the room.

Every Akademiya student knows where this elevator leads to, but none dares to approach it.

“You’ve got to be joking me.”

But a glimmer in his eyes tells you he is, in fact, not joking.

“I’m not sneaking into the Grand Sage’s office!” You protest in a hushed whisper.

“Who said we’re sneaking in?”

A tug at your arm and you stumble onto the platform, much to your dismay. You glance around the room nervously, but everyone seems to be so engrossed in whatever they are doing that no one pays any attention to the two of you. The machine slowly comes to a stop at the upper floor, and your breath is taken away by the splendor.

You don’t know what you were expecting – surely the leading scholar of the best institution in all of Teyvat must have something grand and beautiful, but you never imagined you would be setting foot in it. When you finally finish your gawking and look at Al Haitham, he is staring directly at you.

“Stop looking at me. It’s creepy.”

You don’t wait for a response and lifts your foot to get off the elevator, but Al Haitham is once again one step ahead of you. He navigates the nooks and crannies expertly, and you have no choice but to follow. The office is surprisingly empty, the sages and secretaries too busy with the upcoming Sabzeruz Festival.

When Al Haitham leads you to an empty corner of the private library, you cannot stop yourself from asking, “How do you know these places?”

“Connections, princess.”

You want to call him out for using that term again, but when you look up at him, his face appears closer than you expected.

A little drawn back at his proximity, you instinctively take a step back until you are pressed against the bookshelf.

The space between you is too small and you are finding it difficult to breathe. You suddenly forget if your heartbeat is always loud, or if it’s just unusually loud right now.

You open your mouth to say something, anything to break the awkward silence, but your throat feels dry and not a sound comes out. Not when he is so intensely staring down at you, his eyes focused only on you and nothing else.

An array of footsteps suddenly shakes you out of your trance. Before you even register what’s going on, strong arms circle your midriff and pulls you behind the shelf. The space is even more cramped than the last, and you cannot comfortably stand without your body being pressed flush against Al Haitham’s in some way.

Your face feels hot, and you attribute it to the panic of being caught by whoever it is Al Haitham is hiding from.

“Grand Sage.” He whispers as if reading your mind.

The colour drains from your face. You would much rather be seen in detention rather than hiding behind a shelf in his office, sneaking around like criminals.

The Grand Sage doesn’t seem to sense the horror emanating from that one particular shelf. He shifts some papers on his desk, and much to your relief, he quickly exits the office without lingering much longer.

You let out a long sigh of relief, your breath immediately caught in your throat when you notice the somewhat compromising situation you’ve gotten yourself into. Clearing your throat in an effort to maintain your composure, you remove the hand that was gripping on Al Haitham’s arm and avoid his eyes. You must’ve grabbed him out of fear, and he does not seem to have minded.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

Before you can squirm your way out of the small space, a hand on your waist pulls you flush against a warm body once again. You let out a small gasp, and you’re scared you’d go into cardiac arrest if your heart doesn’t get a moment to recover soon.

“What are you doing?”

His eyes drop to your lips, then back up at your own widened ones.

“Can I kiss you?”

“What?”

Your voice is raspy and you forget how English works.

“Can I?” He repeats his question like he didn’t just turn your insides into mush and your knees weak.

“I-”

You are truly at a loss for words now. Your cheeks burn a deeper shade of red at the memory of your first encounter with him, wanting to punch him in the lips and whatnot.

“I thought you hated me.” You finally manage to squeak out.

“Hm. Not as much as you probably hated me,” he hums, and you almost want to slap him.

Seeing no response, he continues with his monologue: “I’ve been noticing you for quite some time now, Y/N.”

“Creepy much?”

What a way to ruin the moment.

Fortunately he pays no mind, having long gotten used to your banters. Half lidded eyes and a faint smile is all you need to awaken something within you.

“What are you saying—”

“What I meant to say is, I’d be more than happy to help you revise anytime.”

You want to wipe the smirk off of his face. Even so, you can’t help but reciprocate the smile.

Indulging yourself and your long repressed feelings, you inch your face closer to his and he tightens the grip on your waist instinctively, “I’m gonna have to take you up on that.”

He finally gives in and lowers his head to press a soft kiss to your lips, and all the air is knocked out of your lungs. Who would’ve thought the no-nonsense Y/N would be here, making out with none other than Al Haitham himself, in the Grand Sage’s office of all places?

You feel him smile against you. When he forces himself to pull away for air, he smooths a stray piece of hair from your face before letting his fingers drop to below your chin,

“Maybe I’ll even let you get first place, if I’m feeling nice.”

"I just thought it'd be nice to, you know, do it with someone I trust. And I can't think of anyone I trust more that my best friend." You took another swig of your drink to try and dull your screaming nerves. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"

Aki looked back into his whisky glass and swirled it, "Not at all. I just thought that you've already had your first. Or were you waiting for someone special to come along and just got tired of waiting?"

He was your special one. He has been for years now. But Aki had more important things to do than date you, he had better options out there, you knew that, so there was never any point in confession. He didn't have to know any of that however. "Mr. Perfect seems to have went on a detour. You're the next best thing though, if you want to be that is." Hopefully the blaring lights did enough to hide the way your eyes lingered on his lips.

"Sure." Aki shrugged, changed his whiskey and slammed the glass onto the bar.

"I know it's a little... wait... really?"

"You trusted me enough to ask. I've known you for a while. You're pretty and you're smart and funny, hot as hell." His words made your cheeks burn a lot more than the alcohol, "I'd be more than happy to be your first."

And that's how you ended up on his bed, tugging his shirt out of his pants and pulling on his tie while Aki's fingers undid button after button on your blouse until he slid it off your smooth shoulders with callused hands.

Aki licked your upper lip as he pulled away and pushed on your shoulders, "Get on the floor for me, on your knees yeah?"

Your heart started beating even more rapidly. You glanced at the tent in his pants on your way down, while also planting a slow kiss on his jaw, "I might not be that good. I've only done it for a few men before."

"You'll do fine." He pushed his thumb into your mouth, the pad of his finger pressing and massaging your tongue. Your eyes fluttered closed as you instinctively sucked on it, "See? Don't even have to think about it."

Oh. That's what he was after. He wasn't just trying to be lewd then.

You got on your knees, hands working on his belt buckle, undoing it with slow, careful fingers. To your surprise when you unzipped him he was very quick, and very eager to unbutton his boxers as fast as he could. Maybe he was a little impatient after all. After even he is bound to have his limit.

"Have you done this for other women before?" You tried not to let your nervousness show as you wrapped your hand around his thick cock. It welt warm in your hand, twitching at your touch. Giving him a few experimental pumps you leaned in to kiss the underside, and licked along the vain, all the way to the top.

"Yes." There was a alight tremble to Aki's voice as his hands cupped the back of your head, "It lets me help them discover what they like, get comfortable," His voice dropped to almost a growl, "and it gets my dick wet with virgin spit and cum."

It took you by surprise when he pushed your head towards his cock, your eyes wide as it slipped past your lips and hit the back of your throat. You gave a half-moan, half-gagging sound, your hand squeezing the base of his throbbing dick.

"Easy, just relax, move your head along me cock, make sure to take it in deep, get it as wet as you can." His instructions made sense, after all you need to take all of... that in your pussy next. You closed your eyes, savoring the taste of his cock, as you drew back, your tongue flat along the underside.

You went slow the first few times, your hand making up for what you couldn't quite fit. Soon the room became filled with sloppy slurping sounds as you sucked his cock like it was the most delicious thing you've ever tasted in your life. And right now, because of how horny you were, it might actually be.

"You're doing very good. Are you sure you haven't done this a lot? Either way sweetheart, you've got a talent for this." He sighed and leaned back on his hands, legs spreading a little wider apart, "If I knew my friend was this good at sucking cock I wouldn't have to bother chatting up all those other women."

His words traveled into your ears, all the way down your spine and straight between your legs. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked hard, managing to make Aki's hips jolt upwards.

"Do you want it in your mouth? Or maybe you wanna get naked and... have me paint your body with my cum? You better decide fast." You moaned around his cock but drew back, your hand working on his length up and down at lightning speed, getting him closer and closer to the edge.

"If you're gonna shoot it inside then I'd rather it be somewhere else. For now just..." You kissed the red, leaking tip, feeing embarrassed at your words but there was no backing away now, "Let me see how much of a mess you can make."

"Oh sweetheart," Aki cooed, "You might just regret those words soon." Aki pressed his lips in a thin line as his cum burst forth from his cock, getting on your face, "Shit." He wrapped his hand and the base and squeezed, "Off. I want that damn clothes off."

You did not need to be told twice, especially when you watch him try his hardest to stop himself from coming as you striped. You wanted to get into his lap again, to feel the heat of his thick cock between your lips. Aki had other ideas. He grabbed your wrist and threw you over the bed, coming up behind you and bending you so your ass was in the air.

A few seconds later you felt warm cum being sprayed across your back. Aki took deep breaths through his nose while he tried to settle down, to stop himself from sinking his cock in you right there and then.

You looked so inviting, covered with him cum, bend over his bed, your ass in the air and lips looking swollen and pink, perfect for his cock to sink into.

"Move over." His voice sounded so strained to you, it confused you. Why would he want you to move now? Isn't he just gonna...

Aki lays down on the bed, his head on the pillow, his hair now untied and a mess on his damp forehead. He tugged you up, and up until it dawned on you what he wanted. Unfortunately by the time your brain caught you his tongue was already parting your folds.

Moan after moan fell from your lips as he used his tongue to explore you, pushing it in, licking upwards while his hands cupped your soft ass, encouraging you to ride his face. You looked down only to find Aki's eyes closed in bliss as he moved his head back and forth, trying different angles to make you squirm on top of him. "There, right there! Oh fuck, Aki!"

His fingers clenched your ass hard as he pulled away only for his lips to be on your clit the next second, sucking hard and fast, his tongue rolling flat circles around it. You grabbed the headboard for balance as our orgasm crashed over you, your hips jerking, humping his face like you were an animal in heat.

He turned his head, soft lips finding even softer highs as he pressed kiss after kiss over your naked, damp skin, sucking and leaving little bruises that only the two of you will know of.

"So damn sweet aren't you?" He placed a kiss on your sensitive clit, "And so responsive to me." Hot lips closed around your clit as he hummed his appreciation against you, "I think you can handle the real thing now. What do you say, are you ready to be filled with my cock?"

You wanted to say yes, to yell at him to bend you over and fuck you into oblivion and back. But your mouth couldn't quite form a whole sentence, your mind still a little clouded by the post orgasmic high.

Instead you asked him something else, "Can you go slow? I-I'm sorry if that's not your style, but I've never had one in my so if you could just give a little to-oh!" You yelped as he pushed you off and rolled you onto your back, your legs propped on his hard shoulders, "Uhm... Aki?"

You gasped and gripped his forearms when you felt his cock parting your folds, the tip repeatedly sliding over your sensitive slit, "You're making it very hard for me to say yes to that. Do you have any idea how long I wanted this? How many women came to me with the same request, wanting me to be the one to be their first cock? And do you know what happened when they got it?" Aki grit his teeth hard, his hips snapping forward, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, your heartbeat drumming in your ears, "They couldn't get enough of it. They wanted me. But there's only one person I wanted to fuck day in and day out. Can you take a guess who it is?"

He looked you with such intense eyes, and for the first time you understood how his enemies felt when they saw him face to face. Your lips trembled as he brushed his thumb over them. There was a long moment of silence as Aki lined himself up with your entrance, his palm warm on your cheek, fingers tangling with yours.

"It's you sweetheart. Always has been." His lips were warm against yours as your eyes fluttered closed upon contact. His thrust was long and slow, stretching you open little by little, stopping to give you time to adjust until he reached a stopping point, "Ready?"

You take a deep breath and look into his eyes, "Yeah. I... you are too. The one I want to be with I mean."

Aki showed smiled at you, those soft, warm smiles that he only showed people on rare occasions. He pushed his cock in deeper, you hissed at the sting of being stretched farther than ever before, of being so impossibly full for the first time, "Breathe, you're very tight right now. You need to relax okay? It's just me and you."

Keeping his word he did indeed go slow, only doing short bursts of movement, barely even pulling out, his hips almost flush against yours the whole time, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. You inhaled through your nose and out through the mouth, willing yourself to relax and accept this new, exciting pleasure you felt.

Upon feeling you relax around him he pulled back more, only to sink back into your welcoming heat. "Oh fuck." He groaned into your neck, "I'm gonna teach you a lot sweetheart, you're gonna become my perfect little cocksleeve." He paused to gauge your reaction, which came in a form of a needy whimper and your cunt fluttering around his length so fast it almost drove him nuts. "You like the sound of that? To be mine and mine only. But you know what..." His next words make your heart skip a beat, "I'm prepared to be yours too, then you can hop on my cock like a little bunny in heat whenever you want."

"Yes, yes, yes. That... oh god... you're so... I'm already-!" You arch your back into him, feeling his arm on the small of your back, pressing your clit against him with every roll of your hips into his. Your mouth falls open letting out nothing but moans, Aki's name and the broken pleads for more.

"So slutty already. Or maybe you always were and I'm just helping you discover it. I bet you imagined this many times while you fucked yourself at night." You hide your face in Aki's neck, your lips hot as they trail a path to his shoulder, "What else did my bunny think about hm? I could fulfil your every fantasy, just be honest, let your body be honest."

"Slap me." The words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself.

A predatory grin flashes on Aki's face. The slap is quick, hard enough to make your eyes a little spotty, just for a second as your head hits the pillow. Aki's teeth are on your ear, biting into it, "You like pain huh? A you a slut for pain? Being manhandled?"

"I've only..." You're interrupted by another moan as he shifts the angle, leaning back on his knees, your legs falling around him, bent and digging your feet into the matrass, "I've thought about it but... none of my boyfriends were into it, especially not when... god... when I didn't want to let them fuck me in return."

He grunted, hips snapping forward, his cock hitting every spot in your cunt as you felt it throb and dripping cum, "Poor sweetheart, you've been so horny and unsatisfied haven't you? You... mmn... you should have asked me sooner. As it is, I have half the mind to call every one of your exes and make them listen while you're getting fucked by a real man. Let them know what they're missing out on. What they can never have."

That thought should not have turned you on as much as it did. Your pussy walls clenched tight around Aki's cock, you could feel him twitching like crazy, his mouth falling open, letting you hear all his little snarls and moans that accompanied the slick sound of his balls slapping against you.

"Are you on the pill?" His voice is strained, breathless. You nod, "Good, fuck. Let me fill you up, show you what it's like when you're completely full."

"Aki... please, do it. I want to feel you, all of you!" He leans forward, his forehead pressing against yours, his hips losing control as he hammers his dick into you, cum already spilling out but he doesn't stop, not until he has no more cum to give, you stop shaking from the pleasure, until your cunt stops trying to suck him back in every time he pulls out.

He lays on top of you, body shaking slightly, his warm breath on your neck, his cum leaking from your cunt, down your ass and onto the sheets. When he finally does pull out your pussy gives another flutter, sending another stream of cum onto the sheets. He watches it in awe. You chuckle, "You're gonna start drooling."

"You're worth drooling over, especially when you're like this." Aki's hands massage your inner thighs, eliminating any lingering tension in your body.

"Like what? Unable to move?"

"Yes, because I fucked you thoroughly." His bends down, kiss after kiss pressing from your belly to your tits, your neck and finally your lips. You'd be happy to spend the rest of the night kissing, which is why you found yourself gasping in surprise when Aki pulled you against him and stood up, his hands gripping your ass.

"Aki! I'm-" He cuts you off with a kiss.

"I know." He whispers, "Which is why we're going into the bath." You feel his cock twitching between the two of you, "Who knows, maybe I can draw more confessions out of that pretty little mouth of yours."

You let out an embarrassing groan but make no protest, just hug yourself close to him, a few kisses lingering on his neck as you hear him chuckle.

You're happy as he takes you into the bathroom. As he kisses you while the tub fills up with hot water. As he sits you between his legs. As both your hands start to wander south before long. As his lips covered yours and silenced each other's increasingly frequent moans.

“OMG Dabi is so fucking hot! How have I never seen this guy before?”

“Okay Touya is definitely the sexiest Todoroki. Just look at him!”

“All I can say is, Dabi can light a fire in my panties any day!”

“Y’all… the things I would let Todoroki Touya do to me…”

“I want Dabi to rail me until I can’t walk.”

Dabi isn’t sure what to think about this. On one hand, he’s a little mad that his big dramatic reveal has been overtaken by posts like this. There’s even a long thread of posts and replies arguing over whether or not his dick has staples in it (it does, and the urge to tell them so wells up within him for a brief moment before dying away). But on the other hand, he feels… flattered? He’s never once thought of himself as sexy or even remotely good looking. All that scarring, all those burns… he felt like Frankenstein’s monster.

Years ago, he’d pretty much resigned himself to never having a lover. Who would want to even touch someone who looked like him? But it didn’t bother him all that much. After all, he was so focused on his revenge, he didn’t really have time for romance anyway. He’d shoved any thoughts of sex or love far away into the back of his mind. Of course he has hormones. He’s human, after all. Occasionally he even has urges, but he takes care of those himself.

Now though, reading through these tweets, those urges he’d shoved down are resurfacing. Out of curiosity, he clicks on the profile of the person who made that last tweet about wanting him to “rail” them. There are pictures of a very pretty young woman who looks to be in her early twenties. He also finds more posts about him.

“God, Dabi is so fine. Those scars really do it for me.”

“I wish I could feel that skin. All over me. I don’t care if he’s a villain.”

“Endeavor is a fucking monster. How could anyone treat such a beautiful person so badly?!”

Then more pictures of the woman. One of them in particular catches Dabi’s attention. It looks like she’s standing on the balcony of an apartment. In the background, he can see a restaurant sign straight across from her that he recognizes. Also in the background are several plants in colorful pots, sitting around her balcony.

Dabi rereads her tweets, then comes to a decision. He grins as he heads out the door.

*****

You hum to yourself as you water your potted plants on your balcony, then check your phone. There are tons of notifications from Twitter. Your posts about Dabi, Todoroki Touya, are getting a lot of likes. They’re also getting the attention of some seriously pathetic Endeavor fans who are trying, and failing, to justify the hero’s behavior. Some of them are just outright saying it’s all a lie, that Dabi’s video is just a phony hit piece. You can’t believe how naive they are, or maybe they’re just willfully ignorant. Either way, you’re already running through arguments and points in your mind that you can shoot back with as you step back into your apartment, leaving the glass door to your balcony open.

You step over to the sink and pour yourself a glass of water, still scrolling through replies with one hand, completely absorbed in your phone. A sudden sound, like a heavy thud, comes from your balcony as you’re walking back toward the door, about halfway through your small living room.

You look up from your phone and see Dabi himself standing just inside the door. He gives you a grin and says, “What was it you want me to do again? Rail you until you can’t walk?”

The glass of water slips from your hand and crashes on the floor. You don’t even look down at it. Your eyes are glued to this extremely sexy villain standing in your living room. One who has apparently read all the pervy tweets you made about him. Your mouth falls open, but you have no idea what to say.

He takes one step closer. “Or did you want to feel my skin all over you? Well, here I am.”

“Oh my God,” you finally manage to say, still staring at him. “Is this really happening?”

He tilts his head to the side, his hair falling over one bright blue eye. “That’s up to you.”

You slowly step closer to him, as if he’ll disappear if you approach too quickly. He’s gorgeous, but he’s still a villain. You don’t want to upset him. But damn, you really want to touch him. Maybe just ask for permission?

“Can I… touch you?” you ask.

“That’s what I’m here for,” he says, his grin showing his teeth.

You take one more step, effectively closing the distance between you and him. You reach out one hand and gently touch the side of his face, feeling the spaces where the scarring and healthy skin meet, your fingers grazing over the staples and piercings. You watch his expression, but it remains unchanged. Clearly, he’s not bothered by this.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say in a quiet voice, the words slipping out before you think them through.

Something shifts in his eyes. For a split second, the playful deviance vanishes and something else, something heartbreaking, takes its place. But then he grins again and says, “Look who’s talking.”

Does that mean he thinks you’re beautiful too? You feel a blush creep into your face. “Are you really here to rail me?” you ask.

“Do you really want me to?” he shoots back.

When you answer, your voice is more breathless than you expected. “More than anything.”

He reaches behind him and pulls the door shut, then follows you to your bedroom. As soon as you enter the room, you begin pulling your clothes off. Dabi watches you, not yet taking any of his clothing off. You feel like you’re doing a strip tease, with his eyes following your every move. It’s making heat spread through your body.

When you’re completely naked, you approach him and tug at his jacket. He lets you slide it off his shoulders and drop it on the floor, then he pulls his shirt over his head. You’ve seen him shirtless in the video, but nothing compares to seeing that lovely two-tone skin in person. Dabi’s eyes shift to the floor for a moment. Is he self-conscious about the scars? It seems ludicrous to you, especially since he was willing to show them off to the world in the video. But maybe showing them to someone in person is different.

You can’t help yourself, you have to touch him. You press both hands to his chest and slide them down, gingerly feeling the staples and the different textures of his skin. “It’s amazing,” you whisper.

His eyes shift back to you, and there’s an unreadable expression on his face. Not exactly embarrassed. Not exactly proud. It’s something like surprise, like no one has ever touched him before. “You have a scar fetish or something?” he asks, the playful tone seeming like a mask for whatever he’s actually feeling.

“I don’t know if I’d call it a fetish. I do like scars though. They’re unique to the person who carries them. They tell a story.”

He’s looking into your eyes now as your hands slide down to unbutton his pants. “And what story do mine tell?”

You meet his gaze and say, “One that’s very painful, I can imagine. I’d love to know the whole story someday. For now, I just think they’re mesmerizing to look at, and they feel incredible to the touch.” By this point you’ve pushed his pants down to his ankles, and he steps out of them. He’s not wearing underwear, and you can see all the glorious lines of scarring and staples across his thighs and hips. His cock is unscarred, but there are a few staples in it. You wonder about their purpose, but don’t ask.

Your hands run down his body, over his abdomen, moving around him to brush over his well-toned ass, and then you take his cock into one of your hands and lightly stroke it. It’s been growing harder by the moment, and the motion of your hand is speeding that process up.

Dabi sucks in air through his teeth, his eyes closing and opening slowly like a cat’s. Once he’s fully erect, he reaches down and pulls your hand away. “You’ve been looking me over this whole time. I think I should get a turn.”

With that, he suddenly picks you up and carries you to the bed. The feel of his bare skin on yours sends shivers through your body, and you miss the feel of it when he sits you down on the mattress. You scoot back to give him room, and he gently pushes your legs apart. He hovers over you, his eyes moving all over you, his hands finally reaching out to grope your breasts. His hands are firm and warm as they knead the plump mounds, then he scoots back slightly and leans forward, so that his head is positioned close to your groin.

Dabi uses his fingers to spread open your flesh and look at what’s inside. Then he leans even closer and runs his tongue along the inner folds, tasting your arousal. When his tongue hits your clit, you arch your back and moan. Dabi looks up at you with that unreadable expression again, like he’s just now understanding how much you really want him.

Then he grins again, because he’s discovered your weak spot. His tongue traces circles around your clit, making you squirm beneath him, wanting him to hit the bullseye again. He finally has mercy on you and closes his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking on it before running his tongue over it again. He even lightly grazes it with his teeth.

You cry out in pleasure, running one hand through his soft white hair and using the other to grip the sheets beside you. What name should you call out? Dabi? Touya? You’re not sure, so you so you stick to moans and wordless cries as he absolutely devours you. When you cum, it’s like a tsunami has hit your body, rocking it with wave after wave of rippling pleasure. Your whole body tenses up, your toes curl, and your hand in his hair tightens.

After a few seconds, your body relaxes, and Dabi pulls away, licking his lips. You feel weak, but you see the raging erection between his legs and know you can’t rest yet. He still hasn’t done what he came here to do. You reach for him, placing your hands on his scarred shoulders and pulling him toward you. You want, no need, him inside you. It’s an ache you felt the moment his video started. When you saw that body, those glowing blue eyes, that expression of carefully contained rage and pain… you wanted him like nothing before.

He lingers on top of you, not doing anything, just watching your face. Why is he hesitating? You try to pull him closer, but he’s not budging.

“Please,” you whimper, spreading your legs further apart, giving him the easiest access you can, “do it!”

Desire and lust seem to flame in his eyes. He wants to, you know it. But he waits. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” he says, his voice husky and low. Oh, now you see. He wants you to beg for it. Well, you can certainly do that.

You raise your hips from the bed and rub you drenched pussy across the underside of his cock. “Please, I want you inside me! Please fuck me!”

That seemed to do the trick. He smiles as he positions himself just right, then shoves his cock all the way in. He’s so much bigger than you expected, filling you up completely. As he pulls out a few inches, the staples scrape your insides in such a delicious way, you can’t help moaning again. He begins a rhythm of thrusting in and out, slowly at first and then picking up speed. You look up at him, and he’s thrown his head back, his eyes closed, his hands gripping your thighs.

He’s definitely railing you now, but it’s not enough. You might be able to walk tomorrow. In a panting voice, you cry out, “Harder!”

He opens his eyes and looks at your face, sees the lusty desperation there, and suddenly thrusts in so hard that you imagine his cock has entered your womb. His hands move to your waist, where he holds you steady as he pounds you into the mattress, every thrust feeling like it might just break your bones.

You love it. This is what you wanted. This man, this gorgeous, pained, scarred, unique person, being so deep inside you. One of his hands moves to your breast, where he roughly squeezes it. You’re going to be covered in bruises when this is over, but you’ll look at each one with joy.

Your hands are above your head, holding onto the brass headboard for dear life. Dabi moves his hand from your breast down to your clit, where he rubs it, hard enough to make you wince. You were already so sensitive from the earlier action, you cum again on the spot, your body convulsing with your orgasm.

Dabi doesn’t let up, continuing to fuck you as hard as he can as you tremble under him, tears falling from your eyes. You let go of the headboard and lift your weak, shaky arms to wrap them around his neck. To your surprise, he moves his hand from your sore clit and uses it to hold your head up, closer to him, his fingers intertwining with your hair in a gentle fashion. It’s an intimate gesture you didn’t expect from him, even as he rails you as promised. Finally, he cums inside you, filling you with hot sticky fluid, his grip on your waist tightening but the hand in your hair remaining soft. When he’s done, he pulls out and falls onto the bed beside you. You want to cuddle up to him, but you’re not sure how he would react to that. You just met. It’s not like you’re in a relationship.

After a few minutes, your naked body has cooled slightly, so you pull a sheet over the both of you. You reach over to the nightstand to get your phone and ask, “Would you mind if I take a picture of us?”

He looks over at you and says, “What, as a souvenir?”

You blush a little as you answer. “Yeah.”

He scoots closer to you and says, “Sure.”

You hold the phone up, pointing the camera at your faces. It’s obvious the two of you are topless, but you make sure the bottom of the image cuts off just before your tits are shown. You snap the picture and smile as you look at it. “Thanks,” you say.

Dabi gets out of bed and begins putting his clothes back on. “Are you gonna post it?”

You look up at him. “Hmm?”

“The picture. Are you gonna post it on Twitter?”

“Do you mind if I do?”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t bother me.”

You smile and open Twitter, add some comments and hashtags, and post the photo. Dabi pulls on his boots and says, “I better go. If I found your place from looking at your pictures, I’m sure the heroes can too.”

You suddenly regret posting it. “Wait, does that mean you can’t come back here?”

He looks at you with that unreadable expression again. “Do you want me to come back?”

“Of course I do!”

There’s a small notebook and a pen lying on your nightstand. Dabi picks them up and writes something down. “Here’s my number. Call me and we can meet up somewhere.”

You feel an incredible sense of relief. You can still see him. You can call him, maybe even get to know him for real. You take the notebook in your hands and cradle it, as if it’s a treasure. “Thanks,” you say.

Dabi shrugs again, rubbing the back of his head casually. “No problem,” he says back, seeming just a little awkward about it. “See you around then.”

He leaves through the balcony door, and you start humming happily to yourself again as you head for the shower.

*****

Once Dabi gets back to the hideout, he pulls out his phone and checks Twitter. There’s a new post by his new favorite user. There’s the picture of the two of you. Beneath it is a caption, as well as some hashtags. As he reads it, a grin spreads across his face, and then he breaks out into laughter.