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“Thank god you’re easy and like to wear those little skirts.” His playful tone sent another shiver throughout her body. She clicked her tongue, ready to lash out a jab when she looked at all the people around her. The train was full of kids still in uniforms, weary workers, and a couple of seniors scattered in the crowd. Huffing, she mentally swallowed down her indecent reply.

“You’re lucky I’m out in public so I can’t roast you like I want to. So I'll just say this: Sleeping. Bag.”  The laugh she got in response was all she needed to chime in her own giggles, toned down of course. 

“Please don’t scandalize the public, I can’t have a villain as a girlfriend. Ruins my reputation.”

“Right, because you care so much about how people think of you.” If her choosing to ignore him say the word ‘girlfriend’ shocked him, Shouta didn’t express it. 

“Whatever brat. Be ready by seven. And make sure you get a couple bottles of that wine. I want to have drunk sex at least once tonight.” Cutie couldn’t hear him say bye or the sound of the call ending over the sound of her blood rushing to her face with a quickness. Cutie dropped her hand back to her side and reshuffled her purse on her shoulders, staring absentmindedly at the hero-con poster opposite of her. 

She didn’t resurface until a ding and a soft voice staying her stop hit her ears. Checking her watch, she smiled at the earlier time assessment being right. Next stop, the convenience store, then home. 

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Shouta waited with bated breath as the door opened. He couldn’t deny he was nervous for his date with Cutie. No matter how many times they’ve gone out or how long they’ve been romantically involved, it still felt like the first date every time he knocked on her apartment door. Maybe it’s how she opens the door. Slowly, with her body out of sight and only a single eye staring at him. Each time he’s taken her out, she peers at him and his outfit before stepping from behind the wooden door to let him see her. 

This time was no different. Slow opening door, curious eye, grand entrance. One day he’ll ask why she does that but for now, he’ll let his mind absorb her body. Like most things she wore, it was green and fitted her ‘child of earth’ aesthetic. Free-spirited personified. Her hair was up in twin buns, all her piercings had gold jewelry adorned on. 

“Are you going to stop gawking, or are you gonna come in? We only have 12 hours until our responsibilities come around, and I want to-”

“You look beautiful.” He cut her off, something she’ll bring up later he’s sure. Still, Cutie preens under his compliment, shoulders that were slightly drawn up release the tension in them. Another action that seems to repeat every date night. That quiet release of tension after he gives her some form of approval. 

“And you look so fucking handsome. Did you put your hair in a bun for me?” As she talked her hands, adorned in jewelry, grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket to tug him into her home. His foot kicked the door closed, sealing his fate. He learned a long time ago when he was just starting out as a pro-hero, don’t make reservations. Another secret rule that he found out from hanging out with daylight heroes is that it’s better to stay in, especially on weekends. 

“No, I got tired of hair blowing into my face. Nothing to do with how attractive you tell me I look like this.” Cutie smiled, her glossed lips reflecting the artificial light off it, and kissed him sweetly for a heartbeat. Shouta could already feel his body tensing, his arms flexed with the desire to wrap around her waist. Before he could, she pulled away to grab her jacket and purse from her couch. As she walked away, those chunky heels she loved so much that she had to buy a replacement pair after the first pair broke the strap, clapped against the fake wooden floors. “I think that’s my jacket.”

Cutie glanced down at the jean jacket she just put on. The sleeves went past her fingertips, and it smelt like a smell only Shouta could smell like. He washed with unscented soap so everything he owned smelt like his natural musk, a smell she’s borderline obsessed with a year into their relationship. “You don’t even wear this.”

“Obviously, since you stole it.” This time he did not resist, his arms wrapped around her to invade her personal space. “You look better in it, though. So you might as well wear it.”

“How generous. Let’s go. I want to be wooed by you.” To make up for all the missed dates we’ve had, she thinks. It wasn’t his fault, she reminds herself. Locking the door, Cutie takes the lead to the stairs to get the date started. 

Shouta has been an underground hero for six years now. Above the surface, the name Eraserhead didn’t mean much. Only the most devoted hero fans would know of his name, but even then they wouldn’t know him. In his field, Shouta was becoming a highly respected figure. Though he didn’t partner up with many when he would, the stories of how he fought would make the rounds in their circle for weeks. His prowess meant his workload was heavy with important cases. Add in his new day job as a teacher at his alma mater and that left little time to spend time with Cutie. 

The curly-haired woman mentally shook herself out of the mind-space. They had addressed and fixed the issue -and the underlying issues that got brought up- in winter. It was nearing summer, they’ve moved on. Shouta has learned to enjoy the time he does have with her, and she has learned that letting things fester helped no one, her especially, in the long run. 

The place they were headed to was within walking distance of her complex. She didn’t even know it existed until one of her coworkers told her about it last week. When Cutie brought it up as a date suggestion, the face he made in response dripped with the utter betrayal he felt. It was only when she challenged him, and out loud pondered if Zhao, -brace-faced Zhao that she worked with, used way too much hair product, and who had the biggest crush on her- would want to go with her instead that Shouta started singing a different tune. So, a week later on a warm evening in Musutafu, the pair walked ten minutes to a mini-golf course. 

The bright lights burned his retinas, and he raised his finger to voice such, only to have a pair of shades shoved into his hand. “You think I would risk your secret weapon for mini-golf? Puh-lease,” Cutie smirked at the impressed face her boyfriend gave her. “I also have fast-acting cooling eye drops in my purse. Now let’s have fun!”

“Remember, don’t be a sore loser when I win.”

“I think you mean when I win. I was my state’s top mini-golfer for five years, kitten.” 

Shouta paused his response to stare at his girlfriend as she walked away to buy the entrance tickets. Was she serious or was that a joke? It was probably a joke, telling outrageous lies and passing them off as jokes were a thing Cutie did. But what if she was serious? Dear god, Shouta hasn’t played mini-golf in years, where he lost pathetically to Tensei and nearly broke his putter. 

“You ready?” Cutie interrupted his spiral with two blue and green putters in her hand and matching golf balls in the other. Her eyes shone with mischief. Fuck it, he thought, either I win, or we lose.

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“We all can’t be winners, champ.”

“Shut up…”

“What’s important is not who won, but if we both had fun, right?”

“You cheated.” Shouta couldn't deny the accusation. He did cheat, though he would never confess it unless he was under some oath that forced him to recount the last hour of mini-golf. 

It started like this. Cutie had been telling the truth about being a mini-golf champion back in the states, which considering how bad her sportsmanship was, made no sense to Shouta. She had nothing but holes in one the first five courses. Her aim was true and guaranteed no cartoonishly large obstacles would stand between her and the hole. 

Meanwhile, Shouta was lucky that his skills had improved since his last attempt, not by much though. He still took a minimum of five hits to reach the end of the course, but he no longer lost his ball to the sand pits or mini lakes placed sporadically in the game. Cutie was not impressed and made no attempt to hold back her taunts. After losing his ball to the robotic gorilla obstacle, he made a decision. Distract his girlfriend and make her stumble with the golf ball. What better way to do that than with bad pickup lines?

No, he won’t repeat them and yes, he was a bit ashamed but they worked, and he won! 

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Cutie stared at him for a moment, then released laughter that shook her frame. Unease filled him as he watched her laugh, at one point so hard that she had to lean on him for support. When she finally calmed down, a graceful smile was directed at him

“Forgive me, how dare I accuse the great Aizawa Shouta of cheating at mini-golf. Let me make it up to you,”

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“So maybe I cheated…” Shouta huffed out. His breathing was labored, and his muscles were taut with arousal. Cutie paused her kisses she’s been planting on his neck to look at him, brown eyes alight with intrigue. 

“And you decided now was the best time to confess?”

“I don’t want to fuck you under false pretenses.” Her cunt tightened around him in reaction to his words. His hip bucked up into her more, pushing himself deeper into her. Cutie resumed her kisses, each imprint setting his body aflame with more yearning. This is the first time in a month they’ve been together physically, and they both knew the first round wasn’t going to last long.  “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Sho… I missed you so much.” Cutie twirled her hips trying to build up a rhythm they would both feel pleasure from. As much as she wanted to ride him like a stallion, her body was forcing her to take it slow and readjust to his size. As if feeling her desire, His hands cuffed under her ass to help her rise up off his cock, then slowly back down to bury himself to the hilt. “So pretty under me like this.”

“Shit, sweetheart.” Her riding picked up speed as her body finished the readjustment. Shouta had to slap her ass in appreciation.

“Such a pretty boy between my thighs. Where you, ah,” Cutie’s seductive voice paused as Shouta dipped his head to catch one of her breasts in his mouth, tongue eager to flick and caress her brown skin. Her hand pushed his head against her flesh, prompting him to suck harder and thrust up into her. “Where you belong, right, Sho?” 

His moan reverberated from his throat to the breast his lips had latched on. By now, their rhythm was near perfect. Every rise and fall of Cutie’s hips sparked pleasure between them. Her clit rubbed against his pubic bone every time she settled in his lap, causing moans and curses to tumble out of plush lips. 

“ M’close.” He warned. His hands tightened on whatever flesh they were holding on to. Cutie moaned out in agreement, now moving with the fierceness of someone also at the end of their rope. “Gonna cum, gonna cum in that pretty cunt of yours, Cutie. Then I’m going to flip you over and do it all over again.”

“Mmm, mm, yes, Shouta!” Her inner muscles squeezed down on his cock for a heartbeat, then relaxed into flutters as her sweet orgasm swept over her body. The sensation filled every cell in her body with a feeling only her lover could induce. Her eyesight went hazy and she could make out the sound of her boyfriend grunting her name as he filled her cunt with his seed. 

She settled in his lap, thighs burning from exertion, to catch her breath while her boyfriend rubbed along the stretchmarks on her ass. Only for him to roll them over abruptly and grind into her body with his half hard erection. 

“What I tell you?” She didn't give a response but dropping her head back to expose her dewy brown neck was answer enough.  Cutie could feel the smirk that shaped his lips as he planted kiss after kiss, raising her temperature until it was unbearable. Shouta hummed in thought, his next move undecided. “So much I want to do to you, that I’ve been wanting to do for weeks,”

“I know. You would send me those nasty little texts only to cancel an hour later. I had to fuck myself and reread what you sent.”

Her confession dragged a long groan out his mouth. Shouta made a quick stop at her lips to kiss her breathless before trailing down to suckle at her breasts. 

“Sho…”

“Keep talking. Tell me what you did to get off.” He requested while continuing his assault, nipping and sucking her sensitive flesh, earnest in his endeavor to leave his mark on her body.

“I set up a mirror by my bed so I could watch my pussy be fucked, you always say I look good taking cock so I wanted to know what it looked like,” her voice wavered the closer he got to her nipples with his tongue. His drool ran rivers down her chest, pooling at her sternum or disappearing into the blankets under her. Shouta had returned to fully erect and didn’t hesitate to begin rutting deep into her.

“Was it enough?”  Pulling back to rest on his haunches, Shouta took a mental screenshot of the scene. Cutie glistened beneath him, shaking her head and pouting her lip as if the question offended her. He had slipped out of her when he moved back, gracing him with a glimpse of her pulsing pink hole dripping their combined essence. 

Brown hands reached for his, and together they made the meandering journey along her frame, through the valley between her breasts to collect his saliva and ending with stuffing her mouth with moistened fingers. He couldn't help but groan as he watched Cutie succumb to the pleasure. Brown eyes met his for a split second before rolling into her head.  Shouta was sure he never ached more than in that moment. “Mmm, nothing feels better than you. Love you in me.”

Lining himself back up, Shouta reentered her weeping cunt with a sigh. “Love being in you. ‘ts all I think about baby, every night.”  At her reaching for his pec, at his heart, Shouta gave a wicked grin. ``and I’m all you think about too.” 

Cutie mewled in agreement. Her eardrums could only register the sound of her own frenzied heartbeat but what she gleaned from his body language, Shouta was talking his shit and getting methodical about how he was fucking her. Fast thrusts slowed to a more concise effort to target her g-spot. His pale hand spread her thighs wider until the muscles grew taut. Foul language fell out his mouth. 

“Want you so bad, Sho.”

“Yea. Can you show me?” And Cutie wasted no time yanking his hair to get his lips to meet hers in a sloppy french.  His pace switched gears again, barely sliding an inch out before stuffing her cunt again. Her walls gripped him fiercely, expressing her desire plainly. “'hats it, mm, sweetheart. Give me all your kisses, shit, give me all your energy, fuck put your all in it.”

Shouta rearranged his hands again, gripping her ass almost painfully with one hand and tugging her hair until her arch met his standards. He was doing his damndest to reach her guts. “Shouta, close!”

Her walls fluttered relentlessly around his cock, goading him into joining. His previous release had been forced out and all over their pelvises. After all their time apart, he couldn't in good conscious let that stand. “Want you to really take care of this one, baby. Don’t waste a drop.”

“Won't, won't, ll'keep it all in, Shouu…” Her breath quickened as the knot in her belly grew bigger. And when a large hand grabbed her for a quick kiss to her empty ring finger, tears fell from her eyes. Her second orgasm pulsed deeply through her. Above her, Shouta grunted but rallied his energy into a few more thrusts until he filled her. “Love it, love you, love you, love you.”

“Me too.” Shouta whispered when he ran out of cum. He was proud of the mess they made as he slid out her beautifully ruined hole. He gave a happy wheeze when Cutie rolled to her side and the fine lines of her tramp stamp entered his vision. “Hold on…” 

His girlfriend watched his ass walk out her bedroom, and presumably to her bathroom to grab a washrag. And when he returned, Cutie was happy to see she was right. In one hand. His other hand was wrapped around the neck of the wine she bought earlier. Shouta took a quick swig of the drink as he neared her prone frame, eyes soft and taking in all of her. 

“I missed you.”