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Soaring Hearts

Part 5:

Soaring Realizations

Author’s Note: I am sooooo sorry y’all! 😭🙏 I know there hasn’t been any updates for a very long time and then I had issues when I tried to upload it the other day. 🤦‍♀️😮‍💨 However, it’s FINALLY here!! 🎉🎊 I REALLY hope y’all enjoy it and I promise that there’ll be more sooner than this last time! It’s just so much messed up stuff happened in real life that I wasn’t able to do anything/kinda depressed too! Also…

HAPPY TURKEY DAY!! 🦃

MINORS DON’T INTERACT!! Rated MA!!

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You woke up sometime in the middle of the night to Hawks lightly snoring next to you. Arm loosely draped around your waist. It was still dark outside so you slowly tippy toed to the bathroom. When you got back, you picked up your phone to check your messages. Fuyumi had messaged you a few hours ago asking if you’d be staying out again.

*’Hey girl, I’m ok. Yes, I’ll be staying out, but I’ll message you in the morning.’*

“Hmm, who are you texting?” A pair of arms wrapped around your waist making you jump.

Hawks nuzzles your neck, placing light kisses against your skin. You grip your phone tightly and take a composition breath. Your body already betraying your brain causing you to forget how to talk for a moment.

“Just telling Fuyumi I’m ok,” you set your phone down and place a kiss on his forehead.

That innocent gesture just gives Hawks the invitation he was looking for and before you realize it, your back is pressed against the bed and his tongue is exploring the depths of your mouth. Both your wrists pinned over your head and he gazes down at your flushed face. You were still completely naked from your love making earlier, your lovely breasts hypnotically heaving with excitement. He smirked at the dozens of hickeys that he left on your neck, shoulders, and chest. He knew you’d be upset later at him for that later, so he’d admire his handy work now. He licked his lips looking at the hard pebbles of your nipples, knowing how sweet they tasted.

As he studied you underneath him, you couldn’t help but do the same. His handsome face was flushed and his eyes dark with need. His wings partly spread out behind his back. You wondered if they were sensitive at all to touch. Dirty things ran through your mind as you looked up at the adonis of a man. You could feel the heat between your thighs start to grow warmer and you subconsciously squirmed underneath him. A devious smirk crept onto his face as he leaned down and started kissing and licking the sensitive parts of your neck again. You gasped, your body still ultra sensitive from your previous activities.

“What’s on your mind, love?” Hawks whispers into your ear fanning the already burning fire in your loins.

“Haw…Keigo…” You whimper out, not wanting to say what’s on your mind.

“Hmmm?” He tilts his head slightly to the side with the devilish grin still on his face.

He starts to place light kisses all over your body. Your neck. Your shoulders. Your chest purposefully missing your nipples. Slowly down your abdomen. Your heart skips a beat as he nuzzles your belly. Placing more light kisses around your navel. Ever so slowly lower. You’re practically soaking when Hawks spreads your legs open. He places light kisses on the inside of your left thigh all the way down your ankles then starts at your right ankle kissing his way back upwards. He then places the lightest kisses ever on your soaked folds.

“Fuck…you’re already *dripping * for me down here!” His voice so deep you barely recognized it.

Before you could reply, Hawks gently started lapping at your soaking cunt making you squeal. He let out a low growl as his tongue dove deeper inwards grazing your over sensitive bud. You could feel your legs already start to shake in his hands as continued to devour you. His tongue leaving no crevice undiscovered. You could feel your peak already getting close. Hawks tongue swirling at your entrance, giving a few teasing pokes then sucking on your clit sent you over the edge. The knot in your belly snapped and you came practically screaming his name, but he didn’t stop even when you came down from your high.

“Ke…Keigo! Pl…please! Too much!” You manage to sob out, but he didn’t seem to hear or care. He kept going.

Hawks was utterly lost in your taste. He could taste himself and something in his brain snapped as he lapped your combined juices from between your legs. Somewhere in his brain, he registered that you had came, but he didn’t want to stop eating you out. Even when you cried it was too much or when you started tugging on his hair. He was way too engrossed in your favor to cease what he was doing. He wanted to taste *all* of you. He spread your legs as wide as they could go and slid his hungry tongue deep into your spasming hole worming its way as deep as he could. You started to cry louder and kick your legs, squirming uncontrollably.

“KEI! Please stop! I’m gonna…” You cry out as your whole body was wracked with the most mind numbing orgasm yet. Your juices shooting all over Hawks face, chest, and onto his sheets.

It was then that the pro hero decided you’d had enough and came up from between your trembling legs. He licked the juices he could from himself as you laid there, a shaking mess. Your arm covering your face in embarrassment. You couldn’t believe you squirted! You’d never done that before ever in your life. You thought that was just something in porn movies. You felt the weight shift on the bed and peaked from under your arm to see Hawks grinning down at you ear from ear.

“Damn, love, that was so fucking *sexy*! You made such a lovely mess,” He had this dark, predatory look in his eyes still.

You let out a surprised yelp as you were repositioned onto the winged hero’s lap. His cock was already hard and leaking precum from the swollen tip. It was heavy against your inner thigh as Hawks brought your lips down to his for a searing kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it explored the depths of your mouth. His calloused hands hungrily groping your breasts. You grasp his shoulders to steady yourself against his onslaught.

“Now, y/n, I want you to be a good girl and ride me,” he gives you a kiss on your neck, his voice getting slightly huskier, ��I’d *really * love that from my little sparrow.”

Your mouth goes dry and your mind goes blank. You just merely nod and position your trembling body over his. He lets out a slight hiss as you grab the base of his swollen cock and slowly sink yourself down. Even though he’s had you over and over, you’re still so tight as he slowly stretches you full. You let out little sobs of bliss as he deliciously fills you up all the way to your cervix, digging little crescents into his shoulders when he’s finally bottomed out inside you.

“Keigo…so full!” You gasp out as you give a few experimentally motions of your hips. Your head tossed back in utter pleasure as you gradually start to gain your clumsy rhythm.

“Fuck, y/n! You feel soooo good, love!” Hawks grits his teeth as he tries to let you set the tempo, but you’re inexperienced and the movements are a bit slow. However, it still feels amazing despite that and he could be patient with you for a little bit longer.

You, though, were already at your limit. Your thighs were burning and your hips sore from earlier, but you couldn’t stop your hips from moving. It just felt too good to stop. You could already feel the knot in your stomach starting to tighten and the lewd noises that filled the room spurred you on even more. Hawks hands settled on your hips and his golden hair clinging to his forehead from the sweat forming on his brow. Without warning, Hawks hips shot up and his tip hits that right spot inside you, then again, and again. He must be getting impatient with your slow pace. You look at his face; his eyes a shot tight, brow knitted, and he had his bottom lip between his teeth.

You couldn’t help it and started bursting out laughing which caused the pro hero under you to come to a dead stop. He peered at you with the most comical “what-the-fuck” face which really didn’t help you stop laughing. You didn’t know what came over you.

“Haha…I’m sorry! But that face you were…haha…making…! I’m sorry!,” You tried to take a few deep breaths to stop the giggles coming out of your mouth.

When you finally did stop, you peered up at Hawks to see the most terrifying predatory look in his eyes. It was the look that made you feel like a little cotton tail stuck in the sights of a predator. You felt goose bumps all run over your skin when Hawks slowly licks his lips and he gives your hips a hard squeeze. A loud cry fell from your lips when his hips shot up hard into you, causing your toes to curl. A few more expert thrusts upwards had you babbling mess on his lap already close to coming undone. His lips smashed over yours as he continued to pound into your clenching hole.

“ ‘M cumming! Ahh haaa! KEIGO!” You sob as you ride out your climax. Hawks had the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he watched you cum.

He didn’t even bother to pull out of you before he flipped you over on your back. Making you whimper from over sensitivity from just cumming. Hawks pinned both your wrists to the bed with two of his feathers as he used his arms to keep from crushing you. A third feather made its way downwards and settled on your clit making your whole body jump.

“Wha…Wait! Keigo! I just came! I can’t…AHHHH!” You were cut off by the vibrations he sent into the feather stimulating your clit.

If you could think a coherent thought at this point, you’d feel bad if he’d had any neighbors because you were practically screaming as Hawks started thrusting into into again. The sensation made you forget how to breathe for a moment because it was too overwhelming. His cock was buried as deep as it could go inside you that every time he pushed himself back inside he kept kissing the entrance to your womb and the feather working your poor clit was only driving you crazier.

“Ha…What was that about my face, love?” Hawks grunted as he fucked you stupid, “You should see yours! But I ain’t laughing, it’s amazing! So freaking sexy losing your mind for me like that!”

He bit his lip hard as he fought back spilling his load as You clamped down on his dick when you came. Your legs shook hard as you arched your back off the bed chanting his name over and over again. Hawks burned that image of you into his brain. A withering, bawling mess all because of him. He smirked as he watched you try to break your wrists free of his feathers whimpering as he continued to thrust into you without mercy.

“Kei…Pl…please! Too…ahhh…much! Oh gawd! Keigo please!” Tears falling down your lovely cheeks as you begged him to let up, but he wasn’t done just yet.

Hawks could feel himself so close, he knew it wouldn’t be long especially how you were spasming around his cock like that. He let out an almost feral growl as he felt his own release quickly approaching but not before drawing one more from you. This was your punishment for laughing at him after all. You were sobbing, crying his name as he pounded you into oblivion. The feather on your swollen clit moving faster in time with his thrusts bringing you closer and closer to yet another orgasm. Hawks practically howled, unable to fight it any longer, as he shot his load deep inside you sending you over the edge at the same time. Hot thick ropes of cum filling you to the brim all over again as you rode out your high.

Hawks finally sets you free of his feathers and presses his forehead on yours as you both struggle to catch your breath. His wings coming around you, cradling you, as if caging you both from the outside world. You wrap your arms loosely around his neck and you hear him give an approving hum.

“As much as I’d love to lay here. We probably should get into the bath and eat something,” Hawks smiles down at you, “Wouldn’t want ‘cha to pass out because of me. I think your uncle would barbecue me for sure!”

You let out a weak laugh as Hawks gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. Missing his warmth, you snuggle under the blanket, waiting for the bath to be ready. The scent of both of you mixed together oddly comforted you and made you feel embarrassed. Thinking about your time with Hawks was honestly the happiest you’ve been in awhile not including the really potent sexual connection between you. Something like dejavu kept going off in your head when you looked at him. However, you were pretty sure you’d remember meeting him since there weren’t very many pro heroes with bright red wings.

A few minutes later, you’re sitting in the bath with him, your back pressed against his chest as he holds you close, his chin resting on top of your head. His wings draped outside the tub, so the both of you had room. Hawks insisted on both of you bathing together, promising to behave himself. You slowly traced your fingers over the surface of the water. Hawks’s eyes were closed, his usual wild blonde hair wet and smoothed back from his face.

“Keigo?” You broke the silence in the room.

Not bothering to open his eyes, “Hm?”

“Have we, um, met before?” You didn’t know why you felt so nervous all of a sudden.

“We’ve met a few times in fact, Y/N,” You could feel the laughter in his voice vibrate against your back.

“I mean, like when we were kids?” You turn the best you could to look up at him.

His golden eyes now open and he had a grin on his face, “So you finally remember, huh?”

You didn’t exactly know what the look on his face pissed you off, but it did. So you weren’t just tripping out, you had met before your arrival a couple of months ago! And what was worse is he remembered and didn’t say a damn thing!

“Oh my gawd! Seriously?!” You splashed him in the face, wiping that grin off his face. Victory!

“Hey! I’m sorry! I wasn’t a 100% we had and didn’t want to come off as a creep!” He held his hands up to shield his face from your onslaught. A sigh leaving his lips when you stopped.

“Too late for that…” You huffed out, feeling dumb for not realizing it sooner, “How long did you know?”

“It was at the park,” A slight blush dusts his cheeks as he purposefully avoids looking you in the eyes, “Which made me realize something else…”

“What’s that?” You tilt your head inquisitively, smiling at how cute he looked at that moment.

Hawks’s lips come down and gently slid over yours, passionately melting together. His hands coming up and delicately cupped your face, deepening the kiss. It was a soft kiss compared to others you shared, but the intensity behind it made your heart skip a beat. It seemed like time had stopped in that moment until Hawks lifted his face away from yours.

“I’m utterly and completely in love with you.”

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Hey everyone!

Yes, I’m alive and still here! 😁👍 I’m happy too announce that this month I’ll be posting new chapters of my current stories and hopefully some new ones! I’m so sorry it took FOREVER to do, but I promise it’s coming soon!

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Hey everyone! So sorry! I actually ended up in the hospital for a few weeks and just got released. I’m feeling much better and once I’m back on my feet, I’ll be putting out more chapters so please be patient with me. 🙏🙏

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Soaring Hearts

Part 4.5

Soaring Memories

Author’s Notes:

Hey!! It’s taking me a while to write new chapters and I’m sorry! 😢 I am working on a few new chapters and even a few new story ideas. Here’s a little something to tide y’all over until I get my butt in gear and get a new chapter out.

Warning: NONE

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There was little 4 year old you, sitting on the nasty living room carpeted floor quietly reading a book that someone had thrown in the trash. The TV blaring some sports game while your “dad” sat at the table chugging down beer after beer grumbling about something under his breath.

“DAMMIT!” Your father yells jumping from his chair causing you a jump a bit in your spot.

A half full beer bottle explodes against the wall next to the TV. Your father red faced and trembling with drunken rage.

“FUCKIN’ LOSERS! COST ME 1k AGAIN!” He screams, angrily sweeping everything on the table onto the floor. Slamming his fists over and over again on the table.

You just keep silent, staring in terror at the brut of a man that spawned you. His gaze falls on you, still fueled by drunken anger. You flinched at the look in his eyes, knowing what’d happen next.

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You huddled on the steps of your apartment building, trying to keep the snow from falling on you. Though the cold air felt good on the new black eye you were sporting from your dad. He’d usually take his frustration out on you if your mom wasn’t home to take the beating instead. You’d gotten lucky with getting away with a black eye this time. Last time he’d beaten you so bad, your mom had to rush you to the ER.

You lived in a very poor area. All the buildings were old, covered in graffiti, and falling apart. The people living here were like your family, on the wrong side of the law and struggling to live. Poor. Sad. Desperate. There was no schools, so you had to learn by collecting books usually from the trash. Your mom once came from a wealthy family, but then got herself caught up with your dad then had you. She’d been shunned from her family and had no contact with them. She was usually gone working so you could survive. Your father was an ex yakuza goon that had been kicked out and now was just a low life criminal either getting himself arrested or spending what little you had on gambling or drinking it away.

It was cold outside and quiet. People probably hiding inside trying to stay warm from the snow. Your mom wouldn’t be home for a few hours still, so you would have to wait for your dad to pass out first. You just gazed up at the never ending sky wishing you could fly away from everything. That’s when you heard faint crying nearby. Getting up from your spot, you follow the sound to a narrow alleyway next to your apartment building.

Huddled next to the dumpster, was a little boy with blonde hair and bright red wings. With the way the building overhang shielding him from the snow, you would’ve thought he was an angel aside for his tattered clothing. His face was buried in his knees, clinging to an Endeavor plushie as he cried. You saw the smeared blood on his sleeve and cheeks, probably from a bloody nose. He’d obviously gotten the same treatment as you had.

“Um, hey, are you ok?” You slowly approach him like you would an easily startled cat.

His small wings flutter a little and he looks up at you with teary eyes. He looked like he was around your age maybe a little older. His eyes matched his golden hair. With careful steps, you approach him and kneel next to him with a kind smile. He rubs his eyes and nose vigorously a few times, smearing more of the blood on his face on his arm. You reached into your pocket, pulled out a napkin, and proceeded to wipe the blood off his face.

“It’s ok,” You reassure him as you gently wipe his face, “My dad does it to me too.”

He doesn’t say anything, just looks up at you with big doe eyes as you finish wiping his face with a smile. He eyes your black eye, understanding exactly what you meant.

“There!” You beam, “All done!”

He just stares blankly at you, without any response. His golden eyes void of any emotion or feeling which made you feel incredibly sad. You noticed the various bruises and scratches all over his arms and legs. He must’ve gotten beat up quite often, probably by both his parents. He shivers a little bit, his breath coming out in puffs. He was most likely freezing out here.

You concentrate carefully and push all your energy towards your hands. You feel the tingling sensation in the palms of your hands as a small flame forms. The kid jumps back a little, but then stares at you in complete awe. He comes closer towards you, gawking at the flames dancing in your hands.

“I can’t do much, but this might help,” you gather some dry pieces of paper and twigs before laying the flame down on it’s new home.

The boy just gawks as he looks at the fire then back at you. He hugs the Endeavor plush even closer to his chest with one arm. For the first time, he gives just the slightest smile staring at the fire. It makes your heart soar at the sight.

You concentrate as hard as you could holding your palms flat, facing upwards. The familiar tingle, a little stinging this time because you still weren’t used to your quirk. This time, a small butterfly of flame formed and sprouted a life seemingly of its own, fluttering into the air. This time, the boy smiled in amazement. He watched the as it danced around in the air. His scarlet wings flapping with excitement.

“Y/N!! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!” Your mother’s voice echoed from the street.

You jumped up and started running, but then stopped and turned to face the boy.

“My mom’s calling me! Please stay warm and I’ll see you around!” You smiled sweetly at him.

Turning, you started running again to find your mom. Soon after that, you had to move to the states and never saw the boy again.

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Fifty Shades Of Blue

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

One-shot (A special chapter from Forget Me Not)

Summary: What happens when Satoru Gojo wants to surprise his girlfriend with a mysterious gift in a black box with a red ribbon? Are you asking me? Not! I won't spoil you, but don't forget to fasten your seatbelt, we're heading straight to hell.

Word count: 10.1 k

Warning: NSFW (pure smut), nudity (of course), mentions of sex toys (my fav part), thigh grinding (don't ask), Oh, God! and lots of teasing and shameless stuff :D

Song Recommendation: Don't Be So Shy - Imany & Filatov & Karas

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The delightful smell filled your nose. You opened your eyes slowly and creased your eyes in front of the light. Ouch! You were quick to block the sunlight with your hand to give your eyes enough time to adjust.

Where were you? Right. The bedroom of his house, with smooth sheets underneath you, sliding on your almost naked body.

All of a sudden, in the silence of the room, your stomach began to growl. You giggled and put your hand on your tummy. You were aware of the source of the scent, smiling when you got up.

You took the baby blue shirt he wore last night and put it on, leaving a couple of buttons loose. You brushed your hair back and tiptoed to the kitchen—the current heaven.

You crossed the corridor from the kitchen to Satoru's bedroom, and there he was. He was wearing his black slacks, and hang on a minute! Were your eyes joking with you, or was that one of the hottest scenes you have ever seen? Because he was wearing an apron on his bare upper torso, and while he was standing in front of the stove, he was, very seriously, struggling with the pot and the eggs. If he could cook, how come you always ordered food from the outside? Sneaky mother fucker, hiding his talents. You wanted to curse him even more, but you were a woman, and your eyes preferred to enjoy the view than listen to your brain's bullshits.

Oh, God! Did the smell of the omelet seduce you, or did the sight of this man move your feet?

"Enjoying the view?" He turned his face, and his lips fired in a smile when he laid eyes on you, eating him alive with your hungry eyes. "My clothes look better on you than me!"

You laughed softly and approached him to wrap your arms around him, leaning your cold cheeks upon his bare but warm back.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he hummed as he began to stir the eggs with the tomatoes with a wooden spoon.

You turned your face, and now your lips were caressing Satoru's back, and it wasn't long before he felt your little kisses on his back. If someone asked him what times he missed you the most, this particular time would be one of his answers. No doubt.

Satoru lowered the heat and turned himself between your arms to face you. He looked down at you softly, his fingers brushing your chin to bring your face closer. He leaned his lips on yours, gently kissing you, memorizing your morning flavor. He kept kissing you as you withdrew, trying to move some of his hair from his face. Oh, Lord! It wasn't fair that he was this mesmerizing.

In the meantime, Satoru cursed himself. Fuck! That touch of yours had been always so soothing. His hand stroked your arm, and his lips sat on your palm, kissing it while guiding your hand on his cheek. "Sleep well?"

"I suppose," your voice was still sleepy as your fingers traced his nose down towards the corner of his mouth. "You gave me a slumber kick last night, Satoru!"

"Me? What are you accusing me of? I have no idea what you are talking about!" He said with wide eyes, but he wasn't a good actor. His sinister grin betrayed him.

He got back to his duty—making breakfast. "You overate last night; maybe you had a nightmare?" He stuck out his tongue and earned a few gentle hits from you.

"Ah! For crying out loud! Don't say anything about last night. You made me not only go out with you but also take me to this fancy restaurant!" Your hands crawled beneath the apron. Yes, the abs, yes. Let's worship every six of them. Separately.

"You're weird, Y/N. Are you aware that many women like someone to take them on a surprise date and hold their hands in public?" He flipped the ingredients in the pan with a fast move. "Give me the salt shaker from the counter."

Still shocked by his performance, you reluctantly removed your hands from Satoru's waist and walked over to the counter to follow the chef's instructions. "I know. But I like it better when we hang out like this." You turned your head to face a pouted 6'3" white-haired man before you.

You knew that Satoru enjoyed sharing all the nice things with you in your heart. So maybe this time, you had to take it a little easier. After all, he was also part of that relationship, and his wishes also needed to be considered.

You sighed. This man indeed found your weakness. He knew there was no way you could resist him. "Okay! Please don't give me puppy eyes! We will keep dates half the time according to your request, and other times I will decide how to spend time together. Deal?" You put the salt shaker in front of him. A big smile appeared on his face, and he happily took the salt shaker from you. "Deal!" And thus, the contract was concluded.

But wait! Have I been quite fair? Did I have to negotiate more?' You thought and stood there with your hands on your hips. "I would like to make an exception! Whenever I have my period, I will have all the authority!" You smiled like you were the most genius person who had ever walked on earth. But you had no idea what a storm was brewing in your boyfriend's mind.

'Is this a test of piety? Is God cross-examining to see if the strongest can stop releasing of Oxytocin and Vasopressin in his brain and control his libido?' He assumed. But to be honest, that was a test that Satoru was willing to lose. After all, losing it only meant winning your moans beneath him. Satoru put the salt on the cabinet and turned to you. "You know," his tone was oddly malicious. It only signaled that he was not up to good things.

He made a few steps toward you, and you made a few steps back at the same time until your back hit the fridge. Ops! There was no place to run anymore. You got caught by the devil.

Satoru clung to you and placed his hands on the fridge on either side of your head. He bent over, and his lips touched your earlobe. The heat crept from your cheeks to between your thighs within seconds. Was it hot, or were you burning?

His breath hit your neck, "if your period bothers you, I can help you cut it like a gentleman."

Your hands hopelessly touched the cold fridge door, forcing yourself to swallow. The satisfaction was evident in the mongrel's face. He was more than pleased to have such an effect upon you.

You tried to push him away, but the snide smile on his lips reminded you that you were a little deer that this hungry wolf would have no mercy on.

His gaze slipped from your frustrated face to your unbuttoned collar and your poor shelter-less tits, which rose and fell slowly at every deep breath your dizzy brain needed to survive.

You raised your head and looked into his incisive eyes, "Satoru?" His eyes were fixed on your buttons. It was like he was going through a complicated equation of whether to fuck you now or postpone your sacrifice ceremony after breakfast. Did he even hear your voice?

His fingers started fiddling with the buttons, and he got closer and closer to you. He slowly raised his leg, and his knee gently touched the hot, wet hell hidden between your thighs. Oh, Jesus, rest in peace because Satoru would lead you to heaven.

A small whimper slipped out of your lips and only made him more eager. His big hands cupped one of your breasts while he tried his best to leave behind his traces on your throat.

"Satoru," you were short of breath.

"Hmm?" The man didn't have time to use words.

"Something... Ahhh... something is... burning!"

He couldn't care less. Even if the world went up in flames, he didn't care. You tried to sit over the driver's seat of your brain again. "Satoru! The omelet!"

"Fuck!" Even though he didn't want to, he separated his body from you, and quickly ran to the stove to turn it off. If only, if only he had done it before, now your moans would have filled the kitchen instead of the smell of this last-minute saved omelet. But Satoru Gojo was not the one to fall short so easily. He always had a few hidden schemes up his sleeve.

The author saw fit to mention a subject here. The prey who is lucky enough to escape the hunter's claws always make mistakes again in the early moments of their freedom and get stuck again. It is the law of nature.

You made a mistake as well—a dumb mistake. You, whom the pleasure of eating breakfast had blinded, went to the other side of the kitchen and got up on your toes to grab the plates from the upper cabinet. Without realizing anything, you got your wolf's attention back. Girl, you seemed like a prey who deliberately wanted to be hunted. Why? My dear, because when you raised your arms, his evil shirt had found a way to go up, and in addition to your thighs, show off your nude-colored lace underwear too.

What a beautiful sight for his sore eyes!

With each movement of your body, the shirt brushed your thighs more and more, forcing Satoru to bite his lower lip more and more so that he would not bend you on the table prematurely.

After what seemed infinite, you finally grabbed the plates, and your fabric went back to its standard height. In fact, it can be said that the earth started to spin again, and the trapped breath in his chest was released.

Unaware of the scenarios in your boyfriend's mind, you placed the plates on the table and looked at him, who was cursing under his breath. "Fucking pan, damn plates, stupid omelet!"

Satoru carelessly placed the pan on the table and then turned to you. Time to go to plan B. He reached out in his pocket and drew a little black box with a red ribbon. You looked at it with surprise and then searched his face for a sign. "What is this?"

"It's a gift. Can't a man buy a little something for his girlfriend?" He handed the box to you, and you lowered your head to check it out. That's why you missed the fiendish glint of his blue eyes. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear and took a step toward you. After all, he didn't want to miss the shock in your eyes.

You looked at him and were hypnotized as if you were watching a rare and dangerous predator, waiting for him to strike. His breathing was harsh, his eyes filled with need and sheer lust. 'What is going on?' You thought, but you were too innocent to see into his vicious mind.

"Open the gift, Y/N. Why are you waiting?" You could swear that if the birds weren't chirping, you could easily hear the sound of his heartbeat. Your fingers slowly loosened the red ribbon and a naughty smile spread over his face.

You reached out your hand, and in your palm, there were 2 round, shiny, golden balls connected by a thick gold thread. You looked up at him questioningly. "What are these?"

Oh! You had no idea. Were you, like, Mother Teresa's reincarnation? It was Satoru's playground, after all. You weren't familiar with the games.

"Ben Wa balls," he said casually, but when the features of your face remained unchanged, he added, "I'm going to put these inside you, Y/N, and then I will fuck you. Hard, in every nook and cranny of this house. Agreed?" He paused, assessing your wide-eyed reaction.

You gasped, and all the muscles deep in your belly clenched.

He took the balls from you, and the box fell from your icy hands down.

You were incapable of speech.

He raised his other hand and started pulling his thumb through the corners of your lips, on them, then slowly pushed his finger into your mouth. The end of his thumb brushed your tongue. "Such a good girl, now open your mouth for me." His four other fingers were stroking your chin. You couldn't even bite his thumb or say you wouldn't.

Your eyes stared into his, and your mouth opened slowly. How long had your body been under his control?

He was in no rush. He took his time and slowly shoved the balls into your mouth. "Suck them," he commanded, his voice still soft.

The balls were cold, smooth, surprisingly heavy, and had a metallic taste. Your dry mouth filled with saliva as your tongue explored unfamiliar objects. Satoru's look never left yours. Holy hell. It was turning you on, and you were about to start squirming.

"Stop! So hungry, Han?" He tugged them from your mouth, moved toward the table, and seated himself on the chair. "Come here."

Your body obeyed and stood before him, "turn around, bend on the table and grasp your ankles." You blinked at him, and your eyes widened when he popped the balls in his mouth and pressed your back to bend. Your cheek touched the cold marble surface of the table. You felt the shirt slide through your back, exposing your behind.

In a way, you were glad you kept your underwear, but you also suspected you wouldn't for long.

He placed his hand on your backside and caressed it gently while his other hand held the soaked and lubricated balls safe. His hand moved to your panties, and you closed your eyes tightly. "Wet already?" He rubbed his hand over the wet spot and gently moved your panties to the side, running his fingers up and down on your sex. Without hesitation, he slipped one finger into you and circled it slowly, just to hear your stifled moans.

His breathing halted, and you heard him gasping as he repeated the motion. He withdrew his finger and slowly inserted the balls. One by one. Oh, My. You squeezed your eyes shut.

They were no longer cold, warmed up by your collective mouths. It was a strange feeling. Once they were in you, you couldn't really sense them, but again, you knew they were there.

He hissed and straightened your panties, leaning forward to leave soft pecks on your waist. "Can you stand, Y/N?" He asked, and you got on your feet shaking. Huh! Now you could feel them. He turned you around in his embrace while you were doing your best to regain your balance.

"Is everything alright?" His tone was kind. He would never do anything to hurt you. Not even a bit.

"Yeah, but they feel strange," the balls drawn down, and you inadvertently clenched around them.

"Good," there was a trace of a mischievous smile in his blue eyes. "By the way, I forgot the salt shaker on the stove again, can you get it back here, please?" His tone was unbelievably innocent. What was he up to?

You looked at the man's face with surprise. 'Just this? Why did I expect more than this? Did Satoru just wanted to play billiards with my vagina?' However, you did not object and proceeded to the stove.

Gotcha! So that was the trick! As you started to walk, it became apparent why he wanted you to walk around. Because when you did, the balls weighed down inside you, massaging your internal walls. It was a weird, but pleasant feeling.

Your breathing accelerated as you sought the salt shaker on the stove and you gasped for air. Those fucking balls made you needy, needy for that jackass's thick cock.

The said prick watched you with joy as you returned with the salt and put it on the table. You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face and give him a piece of your mind, but before you could do anything, his strong hand flattened against your abdomen, pulling you to his knees quickly. He rested his head on your shoulder while his lips brushed your skin and began drawing his masterpiece with his tongue on your collarbones. You gave in. Of course. After all, you had never been God's strong and faithful servant. You didn't stand a chance against him when he wanted nothing more than to submerge you in him.

Your palms cupped his cheeks, making him slowly close his eyes and lean his face into your touch. It was his most vulnerable, but dominant state, and nobody had seen him that way except you.

You lifted your other hand, running your fingers through his hair. You adored his hair. Always. Even now that you were far far away.

His tender groaning was barely audible. You pulled his hair gently, dragging his mouth onto yours. Damn! You kissed him and forced your tongue between his lips and into his mouth. You were out of your mind.

He hummed, and his arms hugged you, pulling you to him. His hands seized your hair in his fist, and he kissed you back. Possessively with more passion. His tongue and yours twisted and turned together, consuming one another.

Meanwhile, the balls had been forced forward inside you as your lower body ground on his clothed thighs. Only then did Satoru notice the strangeness of the position. His legs were between yours, and he sensed your underwear on his thigh. And the realization was enough for his underpants to be tightened. "Y/N?" He was huffing and puffing. You didn't need to look down to see the bump, but he was the one who started the game, right?

He felt that you shifted the weight of your body on his thigh, and the feeling of your dressed pussy rubbing on him turned his breaths to tremble. "You're wearing your panties," he inhaled deeply.

"So what? Would you like me to get rid of them?" You teased him and gave him a taste of his own medicine.

"Y/N," he cried, his head turning more and more vertiginous as he envisioned you on his bare thigh without underwear. His hands went to the buttons of your shirt, his fingers undoing those that remained without even looking at them. He paused, and a small sigh left his lips when he started to your bare chest. Such a perfect day not to wear a bra.

But your phone rang before Satoru could get his lips on your stiff nipples. You didn't want to pay attention to the ring, but the person seemed to have no intention of hanging up. It was like the gods weren't overly fond of Satoru today. "Who is the hell is this cock blocker?" He couldn't have been more annoyed.

While you were still sitting on Satoru's lap, you extended your hand and took your phone from the table, and looked at the caller's ID on the screen. "It's Kento," your finger went to the green circle to accept the call.

Satoru frowned, "you want to answer it right now?" He looked upon you with disbelief. "We were in the midst of something, you know."

"What if he has something important to do with me? What if it's about Yuji? Or others?" You accepted the call. "Hi, Kento."

What he learned well during your relationship was that of all the people you met, Nanami was your best friend. Sure, you were close with Shoko as well, but Nanami had a different place in your life. Even when your boyfriend could not be, he was always there for you. He guessed that you probably knew far more about Nanami than he did, who had known him for 12 years.

How could you win hearts in such a short time? You were like a firefly that he feared others would see your light too. After all, love was a powerful rival to Satoru Gojo, who was even capable of blinding six eyes. Love didn't let him see that you were just glowing for him, for no one else. But trust did. He trusted you with his life. You were all he wanted that he didn't think he could find. Someone who was worth the wait of all those years. You were his hope, his now, and his future. You were his home. A home he never had, and now he had no intention of leaving.

Holding the phone to your ear, you wanted to rise from his lap to continue your conversation somewhere else, but Satoru was quick to catch you by your sides in time and get you back on his thigh. Suddenly sitting and hitting the strong muscles in his leg caused the balls inside you to hit each other and your inner walls. You could swear your soul left your body for an instant.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the call addressed.

"Kento," you managed to say, "oh, good morning."

"Were you sleeping?" Nanami asked.

"No, I am well awakened... ah!" You jumped out of the blue because Satoru held his hand between your legs, pressing his fingers on your clit.

If you chose to talk to another man while you were in his arms, you would have to live with the consequences.

"Are you okay?" Nanami seemed worried.

"Yeah, I am," you took a deep breath and felt Satoru's tight grip around your waist to prevent you from leaving. "What made you call?" Now you could feel his lips against your neck, leaving trails of wet kisses along your jaw. Was he trying to leave hickeys? Was he marking his territory?

"I'm coming to school this evening. I wanted to ask you to take your lazy ass to school, because we have to write the reports for the missions we went on together, or Yaga will become my pain in the ass!" Nanami never cursed, and when he did, that meant he was pretty angry.

But you couldn't care about your friend's hardships because now your so-called boyfriend was holding your hips while his other hand was rubbing your thighs, playing with the trap of your panties. "All right, sure, Kento," you punched Satoru's shoulder, but it didn't stop him. The son of a bitch was enjoying himself like never before.

"By the way, can you tell Satoru that he has students looking for him? His phone is off and Yuji has called me like 10 times. Apparently he had a class at 12 o'clock with them and he is late as always."

You gazed at the lustful eyes of the irresponsible Sensei with your round ones, "what time is it now?"

"it's 12:10."

Okay, tell them their Sensei will be there in 20 minutes if they call again. See you in school, Kento," and you hang up quickly.

"20 minutes, Han? You want a quickie?" He was grinning again.

"No, Satoru! 5 minutes for you to take these things out of me, 10 minutes for a shower, 5 minutes for me to eat that burnt omelet, because I'm starving!" You broke free of his embrace.

"Nope, no way! They are my gift to you and they shall stay wherever they belong. Giving back a gift is so rude, are you rude?" He rose from the chair, "by the way, you'll be assisting me in my classes today." He winked and went to the bedroom.

"Are these balls supposed to be in me when I'm in class?" You asked with a loud, shaking voice, and in response, you received only the evil smile of Satoru Gojo.

Your back hit the tatami mattress on the floor for the third time, and out of embarrassment, you choked your moan down your throat, and instead, tears sprang into the corners of your eyes.

But by your luck, no one seemed to notice your situation except a specific mother fucker. Yes, the one who took two hours of every opportunity in the combat training class under the guise of teaching the students to tease the shit out of you with those fucking balls inside you. Oh, God! You were so furious.

Yuji ran toward you and looked at you with uneasiness. Nobara and Megumi were standing behind him. "Y/N? Are you all right? You don't seem to be on the form today."

"Yeah, why didn't you kick him when you could?" Nobara was staring at you with her arms folded. She never seemed to be able to come to terms with you and Satoru being together. You were her favorite person, and she didn't want to share you with her Sensei.

Megumi turned his gaze from you to Gojo. He didn't think you were one of those people who wouldn't hit their boyfriend just for being in a relationship. 'What is wrong with her today?' Megumi thought to himself. It seemed like there was some mystery that the poor kid couldn't solve.

You checked 3 students. Was it right to explain to them in full detail that there was a gift inside your vagina that was willing to fuck you up whenever you wanted to make a move? The answer was NO. Never ruin a teenager's life with the dark fantasies of adulthood.

"I'm sure she's fine, kids. I can even say with certainty that she enjoyed today's class more than any other day. Am I wrong, Y/N?" Satoru stood over your head with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing grey trousers with a gray sweater and a smug smile.

You looked at his face, and all that came to your mind was how much you wanted to pin him to the wall, put your hand in his pants and squeeze his balls to see if he would be able to keep grinning until the end or not. Maybe later you could get rid of that stupid sweater too. Yeah. Then you...

"Y/N?" Suddenly a hand touched your forehead and scattered your thoughts. "Do you have a fever?" You came to your senses and saw a set of blue eyes staring at you. Your cheeks turned red as if he could read your mind. You rapidly turned your face to avoid exposure.

Those balls seemed to possess your brain as well. "I'm fine, but I think it's better for me to take a break."

"Okay, kids, Y/N sounds frustrated. Go practice to one another." He grabbed your hand after the students walked away and picked you up in a fast motion. Your chest hit his rigid body, and why on earth did you want to feel his hands on your boobs.

"You crying?" He mocked you, then reached out and pulled your hair over your face in the back of your ears.

"You're an obnoxious asshole, Satoru!" You took a step back. Each contact with him would have you electrocuted.

"Yeah, I'm your obnoxious asshole," he smiled and took a step towards you. Thank goodness the students were busy practicing.

"Shut up!" You rolled your eyes.

But he grabbed your jaw to make you look at him, "make me!"

And as if the gates of mercy were opening for you, suddenly your brain began to function again, and a thought occurred to you. Payback was the best cure. "What time is it, Satoru?" You were quite calm. You tried your best to hide the evil intent in your words.

"It's around 14.30 I think. How come?" He stared at your innocent face.

You banged your head with your palm. "Oh my God, Kento is going to kill me! I'm late! Shit! I had put the first drafts of reports in your office, let's go and pick them, otherwise I have to tolerate his nagging all afternoon and evening! I hate Kento's sulky face."

Awww, poor Satoru hadn't heard that you were going to see Nanami in the evening, not in the afternoon, and indeed he trusted you much that he could not even think that you would take the benefits of his lack of knowledge.

You didn't want to cheat, but you couldn't win this game by his rules. He was a better player. You knew it. You rushed to pick up your stuff, but you just wanted to hide your smile in reality.

"Are you going to spend the whole afternoon and evening with Nanamin, Y/N?" The jackpot was hit.

You concealed your smile and got up after packing. "Yeah, why?" Your hair was messy, and he could clearly see the drops of sweat on your clavicles. You looked so hot. That's why he couldn't bear the idea of you spending all that time with Nanami while those balls inside you and you were horny as hell. He had to do something. Maybe he should get those balls out of you. He checked your face. You seemed overly quiet and innocent. 'Is this one of her plans? It is possible! In this case, I won't remove the balls, but I will sit next to them all the time. Yes. This way, I can annoy Nanamin too!' He was proud of himself for his brilliant solution.

"I've missed Nanamin too. Can I join you two? I promise I won't distract you, and I'll be very helpful~" He was waiting to see the frustration on your face because he had thwarted your sinister plan to get rid of those balls like Sherlock, but to his surprise, you looked even happier now. "That's the best idea, but let's just hurry, okay?" You were glad that the sound of your inner laughter could not be heard from outside.

You both walked into the building where Gojo's office was located, without exchanging words, and stood in front of his office. You could become a monk thanks to your great patience.

He opened his office door and went inside. You went after him. "So where are your drafts, Y/N?"

He turned his head to look at you when he saw you close the door behind you and lock it. His gaze moved from your face to the key, and the cogs in his mind began to work in a split second. "You sneaky..." He couldn't finish his sentence because his back hit the wall, and your lips smashed on his, claiming his mouth wholly.

You kissed him first and made him experience an out-of-body moment like he couldn't believe he actually had stepped into your trap. He should have known better that you wouldn't play his game by his terms. You wouldn't let him tease you the whole day. You would get your share out of him as soon as you could. But he had to shut up and surrender. It was a win-win situation.

You bit on his lower lip, garnering an opening for yourself to slide your tongue in, unleashing your desire, damning his sweet taste. And it didn't take him long to kiss you as fiercely as possible. You moved your hands to his neck, sliding them up in his hair, while his hands tightened around your rear, bringing you closer.

You felt all the emotions he was experiencing: pure hunger, happiness, shock, vulnerability, and love.

He could taste your need and longing against his tongue, and when he sucked on your tongue, he felt a strangled noise jammed into your throat, like you were trying to suppress an acute sound.

He broke the kiss, whispering in your ear, "why are you silent, Y/N? Cry my name out!" He was horny. Obvious.

"People outside can hear us!"

He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes, "isn't that the point?" He held you closer, and you trembled against his body. Sweat was building up on your skin.

"Kiss me," you were about to beg with shallow pants, lips reddened from the previous session when he kissed you. But it was far more; his kiss radiated down your spine as he stole your last breath. A chill rushed through your core, and the goosebumps that followed were inevitable.

As your tongues clenched and slid against each other, your heart pounded with desire, and its steady drumbeat silently made its way between your thighs. You were indeed kissed. Kissed by a lover. A lover who knew how to kiss your soul.

You grabbed his sweatshirt and shoved him in the chair beside you. His back hit the chair behind the desk, and his eyes widened as he saw you approaching and sitting on his lap.

Immediately you rolled your hands around the back of his neck, meeting his lips again in a more heightened kiss. You sat straighter, so he had no choice but to tilt his head back to reach the height you added. He pulled your lower back, pushing you into himself. He needed you as much as you needed him.

He lowered his hands over your body to bring them back to your face and kiss you again. His teeth caught your chin for just a second, and you clung to him, moving your fingers through his hair.

He tasted so sweet. So hot and sweet, and you kept trying to say his name, but you couldn't even find time to breathe, let alone speak a single word.

You undid his sweatshirt, your hands shaking and fumbling with the zipper. You didn't even get a chance to push the fabric out of his body before he pulled you closer, slipping your inner thighs over his. Oh, God! No words have been coined to describe the feeling of those balls crashing into your walls. A moan broke out of your mouth, and you felt how his dick became harder underneath you. Perfect.

You kissed him from his lips down to his neck to his shoulders. He felt your saliva like dewdrops on a spring day on his skin. A warm sensation ran through him when you whispered the next thing you were going to do with him—something he desired.

You grabbed his wrists and lifted his arms above his head while pressing your clothed breasts on his bare chest. His lips were set in a sly grin.

"Satoru," you muttered, finally capable of speaking. He looked up, white lashes rising to reveal more beauty than you had ever seen in the same moment—his ocean eyes.

You took his face in your hands and kissed him. So slowly. His eyes fell closed. His mouth responded to yours. His hands expanded to bring you closer, but you stopped him. "No," you whispered. "Don't move."

He dropped his hands.

"Lie back," he obeyed, and you started to kiss him everywhere. His cheeks, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, and the space between his eyebrows. All across his forehead and along his jawline. Every inch of his face.

Your small, soft kisses said more than you ever could. You wanted him to know how he had made you feel. You needed to show him the depth of emotions behind your movements in a way only he could comprehend. You never asked for anything, but he gave you everything. His love. His time. His attention. His body. His being.

You sat kneeling on the floor. Your mouth crawled down to his neck, and he gasped. You inhaled the scent of his skin, took in his taste, and ran down your hands to his chest, kissing your way across and down the line of his torso.

He kept trying to touch you, and you had to tell him to stop. "Y/N," he murmured, "I want to feel you," but you cut him off. "Not yet. Not now."

Your hands moved to his pants, and his eyes flew open. "Close your eyes," you told him.

"No!" He could barely talk.

"Close your eyes, Satoru," your voice still soft.

He shook his head.

"Fine." You grinned while your fingers were playing with his grey trousers waistband.

"Y/N?" He breathed. "What... what are you..."

You were pulling off his pants. He sat up.

"Lie back, Satoru, please." You used your hand to press his chest.

He stared at you, eyes wide open. He never thought you would do it. So you really meant it when you whispered in his ear. He surrendered and ended up falling back.

You tugged his trousers off all the way, tossing them to the floor.

He was in his underwear.

You traced the seam on the soft cotton, following the lines on the overlapping pieces of his boxer briefs as they had intersected in the middle. He was breathing so fast you could hear him and see his chest moving. His eyes squeezed shut. His head tilted back. His lips parted.

You touched him again, so lightly.

He stifled a moan, biting his bottom lip. His whole body was trembling, his hands clutching at the seat handles. You slid your hands down his legs, gripping them just above his knees and inching them apart to make room for kisses. You trailed up the insides of his thighs, licking his skin, skimming his scent.

He looked like he was in pain. So much pain.

You found the elastic waist of his underwear and tugged it down.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Holy Moly! Hell was empty, and all devils were there.

You kissed your way across his hardness.

Satoru looked down at your bent head and almost came at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. Every fiber of his being demanded you take him in your mouth, but he wanted you to call the shots. Allowing you to control the pace of intimacy pushed him beyond anything he had felt before. The thrill was knowing he was at your mercy. You cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing, caressing them, your nails scraping against his sensitive skin. They drew tighter, and a drip of pre-cum wetted the head of his dick. While you continued to rub his balls, you rolled the fingers of your other hand around the base of his cock. You slid your hand up the length and backed down.

Blood drained from his head and rushed straight to his dick. His head span as he watched you licking the little cum off the tip with your tongue. Closing your eyes, you licked your lips. "You taste sugary."

Jesus! You twirled your tongue around the top of his shaft, then took the crown of his cock into your mouth. Just enough to tease. Not enough to satisfy. You circled the tip with your tongue again, and when he was sure he was ready to scream, you accepted the whole length of him in your warm mouth. You looked up, caught his gaze, and slowly began sucking on him. You kept one hand on his balls, moving your fingers over them as you worked his cock in earnest. Each time you drew to the top of his dick, you passed your tongue over the head.

He threaded his fingers through your hair and molded his hands into your head just to push it further down. You closed your eyes, humming as you increased the speed of your ministrations. The vibration reached down to his toes. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself from losing all control. "Keep your eyes on me, babe."

Satoru's muscles tensed as you pushed him deeper, playing with his balls, sucking and slurping his cock. When he thought he would never find relief, when he was sure there was no way of any better than he did at that moment, he exploded.

And what did you do? You kept sucking as he came. You licked up one side and down the other as he swayed his hips, fucking your mouth, knowing nothing had ever felt as good as that.

A few minutes later, Satoru seized your chin and raised your head.

You met him face to face and saw the intensity in his eyes. You felt a flutter in your chest. You wanted him to take you. To use you for his pleasure. You wanted him to hold you down and fuck you as rough as possible. To snatch the moans out of your throat. You needed to feel his animal desire. You looked into his eyes again and felt like you were getting wet.

He pulled your head towards him, and his lips slammed into yours. His tongue seeped right into your mouth. Now he could feel his own taste in your mouth. From the author's perspective, nothing was hotter than a man who wasn't afraid to taste himself.

You sat on his lap again. He wrapped your legs around his hips, his thumbs two parentheses around your mouth. He deepened the kiss.

It was a heavy, unbelievable kiss. The kind of kiss inspired stars to climb into the sky and lit up the world—the kind that took forever and no time at all.

"Thank you for being my friend and lover, Satoru." It was supposed to sound romantic. At least in your naive mind, it was. But for fuck's sake, did you just friend-zoned him in the middle of making out?

His hands held your cheeks when he withdrew to look into your eyes with disbelief. "I'm your friend?" He glided his hands over your shoulders.

You had no clue. Yet. "Yeah, you're my best friend," you told him, keeping your gaze in his eyes.

"But Kento is your best friend."

You realized the mistake you had made, and you tried so hard not to laugh at the jealousy in his voice. "Yes. That makes you my favorite friend."

Satoru leaned in; his hand grabbed your waist and squeezed your sides tightly. "Good," he whispered, kissing your neck while exhaling harshly. "Now I want to show you," he hoisted you up into his arms, and he stood up with you in his embrace. He placed you on the edge of his desk, "how much I value your friendship."

You bit back a shiver and saw how suddenly, with a rapid movement, he cleaned all the reports and papers off his desk, and they scattered on the floor.

He returned his piercing eyes to you. "But I would like you to reconsider my title," he had one hand under your neck, the other under your shirt. "Because my friendship," his hot breath hit your earlobe, "comes with so many benefits than Kento could even offer," his teeth nibbled your ear, and you couldn't breathe. Just couldn't.

He ran his fingers up your back, and suddenly his thigh was between your legs. His hand slipped behind your knee and upwards.

You were breathing so fast, your head spinning as you tried to hold on to him.

"Up," he said, his voice firm, "lift your arms up."

You did.

He tugged up your shirt, pulled it over your head, and tossed it somewhere on the floor.

"I want these down," he unbuttoned your pants. "Lift your hips for me, my friend!" He smirked and hooked his fingers around the waist of your pants, pulling them down.

You gasped. You were sitting on his desk wearing nothing but your bra and panties.

His hands were moving up your legs and the inner sides of your thighs while his lips were making their way down your chest, undoing what little was left of your composure and every bit of your sanity. You let out moans of delight as he marked you as his and who knows, maybe that was the reason behind him going crazy.

He ripped off your bra and panties, leaving your naked body to feel the cold air.

"Hey you can't rip..." He cut you, "I'll buy you more and I'll rip them off, too." He was drowning in lust, and you were going down with him.

Once your breasts popped out of the bra, he grabbed both and began fondling them harshly. Moans filled the quiet room as he continued to taste you. His lips were attached to your hard nipples, and he was busy biting and sucking them off.

"Ahhh... Satoru! Umh... D-don't stop...please more..." With all the sucking, you felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

He let go of your nipples and slid his hand down between your legs. "I still haven't done anything and you're already wet for me?" His fingers were running up and down your clit. "So needy, aren't you?"

He reached down, sliding his fingers against your slit. He raised his hand and sucked off his index finger.

You had never seen anything so basic, so primal yet wild in your life. The primitive action sent a few alarms ringing, but there was nothing you could do. Even if you wanted to deny the possessiveness you saw in his eyes; you couldn't.

He spanked your soaked cunt, making a splashing sound. Then he took the tiny threads attached to the golden balls and jerked them out of you suddenly. You almost climaxed. Were you alive?

Your head was pressed back, and your hands were gripping his shoulders. You were trying not to scream, and he was already moving down your body. He was already chosen where to kiss, how to kiss.

Satoru threw the balls on the couch, sat down between your legs, and pressed a kiss on the soft skin of your inner thigh. You didn't say anything, just watched him as he kissed his way to his final destination.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Your musky odor filled his nostrils, and the heat burned a path toward his balls.

God! There was something sweet about you, something that always crawled into Satoru's heart when he looked at you. Touching you, feeling you, making you come... They were all beyond any feeling of joy he had ever experienced.

He looked up and caught your gaze. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward and licked your outer lips. The juice flowed off your sex. Sweet as honey and hot as sin.

The taste of you was enough to satisfy his sweet tooth desires.

Next, he slipped his tongue inside, and you couldn't watch anymore. You closed your eyes and moaned his name. He was sure he would never get your taste or the sounds you made out of his head.

Over and over, he shoved his tongue in, licking, slurping your cream. Satoru stopped for a second and then took your swollen clit into his mouth as he slid two fingers into you.

Juice wet his fingers as your inner muscles clamped tight around them. He went on teasing your clit while he added another finger. Your moans grew louder, and your muscles constricted around his fingers.

Satoru knew you were close, striving to reach the top. And you came while your body was a shaking mess. He lifted his head. Your eyes were teary, baby hairs were stuck in your sweaty forehead, your mouth was open in a silent moan, and he could swear that he had never seen anything as beautiful as you in his life.

He moved up on your body, licking each nipple on his way. He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, and without giving any hint, he thrust his cock in you to the hilt with a fast, hard push. You were on the verge of sobbing. Your muscles were still quivering with your climax, pulling him even deeper.

So completely lost in you, the taste of you still on his mouth, he plunged once, twice, and on the third thrust, you screamed his name. He pulled out and grabbed your arms. He yanked you to your feet and lifted you in his arms.

"Satoru!" Your tired voice was tinged with embarrassment. He liked the way you felt as he carried you. He could carry you around forever.

He dumped you on the couch. You laid on the couch, naked, while your arms wrapped around him. Your skin was smooth, silky, and he explored it with his hands, lips, and tongue. You made soft sounds as he worked, sighs, giggles, a sudden intake of breath. He was in no hurry, and you relaxed into the rhythm of his lovemaking. He gave you time to regain your energy.

"Satoru," he looked at you, but he never stopped what he was doing. He held your gaze as his mouth closed on your nipple. You couldn't take your eyes off him. His eyes were hot with desire, hot for you. It wasn't lust. This wasn't just sex. This was...

You willed to close your eyes and not look, but you couldn't. It was as if he had some kind of hold on you.

He didn't say a word, but he switched from one breast to the other, giving it the same treatment as the first. Another wave of desire passed through you, and just like that, passion took the place of blood in your veins.

You shut your eyes and cried out his name. Again and again and again. Nothing in your life had ever felt so good, so right as his touch.

Now his erection was grinding against yours. Every loving inch of his shaft was throbbing against your sex. You wanted, no let's use a better word, you needed him. He stretched over you. His body, rough from years of hard training, pressed against yours.

You watched him through your lowered eyelashes, and your breath took hold of your lungs. The dim light of sunset accentuated the harsh bone structure of his body. The dark flush on his cheeks and his soft blue eyes spoke of his need for you. Only for you.

You pushed your aching sex against his hardened cock, and you watched the multitude of expressions flickering over his face. But before you had time to sift through all your thoughts, he was on top of you.

He kissed your neck, your throat, your breasts, his tongue gliding over the tip of your nipple, then moving to your lips. You opened for him, and his tongue slipped inside, moving in and out of your mouth as he slid his dick against your pussy. With each stroke, he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit.

As Satoru pursued his assault on your mouth, he first pinched one of your nipples, then the other. The delectable pain increased your arousal. Unable to restrain oneself, you closed your eyes and sobbed his name. "Please, Satoru, fuck me now. I need your cock inside me."

It was like you didn't have him now; you would have to harm him physically. You didn't have to wait long. He guided his cock into your core, and your inner muscles were honored to clasp him tight as he pushed further.

"You're so wet for me," he lifted your legs to his shoulders, tightening your hold on his cock. He slowly pulled out, then slid back into the end. Finally, you could feel every inch of him inside you again. However, that was not enough. You wanted to be fucked hard and fast. But Satoru had put you in a position where he retained control.

Frustration boiled even more as he pulled nearly all the way out and then thrust back into you. You wiggled as much as you could against him. "Harder."

He chuckled and pulled out again. This time his thrust back was tougher but still controlled. As you gazed at him, his lips curled in pure masculine satisfaction and dominance. "I'm going to fuck you in the way you need to be fucked. No quick screw. I want to push you. I want to make sure you can't control yourself. I want you to shout my name when you come." As he spoke, he continued his same lazy rhythm.

The irritation made you rise to the elbows, but Satoru pushed you. His hands remained on your shoulders, pushing you to the couch. "You asked to be fucked, and you'll get exactly that. You're going to take my dick the way I want you to." His demanding voice should have frightened you or at least made you angry. But another wave of juice filled your pussy, wetting his cock away.

"Touch your breasts." Without thinking, you acted immediately on the command. You circled your nipples with your fingers. "Now, pinch them."

You did.

"You like that, don't you?"

You nodded as you pinched them again, sending another burst of electricity through your body. His measured thrusts increased in speed. He pushed you just a bit closer to the pinnacle with every move in you.

"I want to see you come. I want to feel your pussy clenching my dick as you yell my name." His harsh words precipitated you on the verge of a freefall. "That's it, baby. Yeah, that's it."

"Sa-toru!" He thrust harder and faster. The walls drew tighter, and then your thoughts burst into thousands of pieces as your orgasm tore through you.

"Ahh, Y/N." He thrust hard once more. He exploded as he shouted your name. Then, you looked up at him, his eyes closed, a sheer pleasure sweeping over his face. He shuddered twice, then opened his eyes. The warmth in his eyes was what you were waiting for. But there was something more around the edges of it, past the sexual satisfaction. You could feel it, but you couldn't bring yourself to accept it.

Emotions you hadn't felt, hadn't allowed yourself to feel for years, filled you. Tears built up in your eyes as you closed them—the emptiness you had denied dissolved and was replaced by something deeper, scarier. The panic came, and you pushed the feelings deep into your heart and soul. You were thinking about love, having a family, and kids, but you tricked yourself that it was because your body was still warm from Satoru's cum.

Satoru gently released your legs from his shoulders, but you wouldn't, couldn't, open your eyes. You didn't want him to know he had brought you to tears. And truth be told, you didn't want to see his eyes. You couldn't handle the emotions that were welling up in your heart. He settled on top of you. His dick, still pulsing from his release, rested inside of you.

His hands burrowed beneath your ass, a hand cupping each cheek. He sighed, his sound filled with so much sated satisfaction that your heart turned over. You wanted to give him everything you could, all you had and didn't have.

You wrapped your arms around him, knowing deep in your soul you may have really screwed up all your plans and decisions.

Were you expecting desperation to take over? Were you going to regret it one day? You knew well that you were stepping on a path that was either full of pain or joy. But my dear, when was life kind with you that you dreamed of happiness?

Satoru had no way of knowing what you were thinking. Every muscle in his body relaxed as he felt your touch. His cock still inside you, he shifted to the side to relieve you from his weight. The warmth filled his chest as you followed him and snuggled closer.

You never had a problem showing affection for him, but it seemed like you were keeping a distance. He knew you were drowning in your thoughts.

He had come inside you without your consent. Were you sad about it? He let out a deep breath. The musky smell of sex was dangling in the air. He waited for the regret of what he had done to fill him, but the only thing that coursed through his veins was bone-deep satisfaction. He was sure that he wanted you and everything you were willing to offer him.

He drew you even closer, one hand still resting on your rounded ass. He pushed back some of your hair using his other one, his fingers threading through your soft strands. Even though you kept your eyes closed, a smile curved your lips. You were feeling alive in his embrace. What could go wrong when you had him by your side?

He kissed your temple. Hot and moist from lovemaking, your skin smelled of passion, and your usual scent—lemon cakes.

He looked around, and a sincere smile settled upon his lips. It was the same couch you waited until morning for Satoru to return from his mission and talk to him. Because you thought that he was still upset after 2 weeks. He remembered that you were shocked to see the bandage over his eyes and thought he had gone blind. Oh, how many sweets you had bought to make it up for him.

Satoru leaned against his elbow and stared at your beautiful face. He was in love with you so that he couldn't push you into anything. "You take a bath. You have a meeting with Kento, I'll buy you an emergency pill." His lips were set in a soft smile. After all, love requires sacrifices and compromises, and he knew it.

"Satoru... I..." You couldn't tell him that you wanted what he wanted. You didn't tell him you wouldn't take that little white round pill. Maybe it would be better not to give him false hopes. Your eyes became tangled with his. He still got that smile on his face. You didn't know that a person could convey so much with just one smile. There was extraordinary pain in him, extraordinary passion. It took your breath away.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, without hesitation, without wasting time.

"I love you too, Satoru, you know that, right?" You knew he was lonely. Lonelier than he let on. Maybe even lonelier than he realized. And you were the only one he had after Suguru Geto, and he didn't want to lose you either.

"I know."

"Then what are you sad about?"

"Do you know what I fear most? It's not dying; it's not heights; it's not curses or higher-ups. It's about losing you. You're everything to me. To be frank, I can't imagine a life without you." As the strongest, he was always feared, but never felt fear. He didn't know that fear was an illness and that leaving it untreated could consume him. But he was a smart man, he would figure it out that the only remedy for his illness was a confrontation. But was the almighty Satoru Gojo strong enough to face his biggest fear?

He hugged you in his arms and leaned his head on your chest. Where all his troubles would disappear, where he could feel the flow of life in your being. He turned his face to the other side and closed his eyes. "Can you make me a promise to stay in my life forever?" He whispered, tightening his grip around you. "I don't want you to leave me. Because I know you've been thinking about it for a while."

Your heart fluttered, but it also made you sick to your stomach. He knew it all, but he had never brought it up with you.

"Satoru..." You ran your fingers through his soft locks of white hair. You never meant to break his already broken heart.

"Please, just right now. Even if you don't mean it. Please just tell me." He was desperate for your agreement, needing it more than anything. You have never heard him beg like that before. It felt really unnatural knowing he wanted you to say it even if you didn't mean it. What he wanted was a lot more deep-rooted than you could imagine.

"I'll never leave you, I promise." You kissed his head, stroking his hair with one hand while intertwining the other with his left hand. You couldn't see his face, but you knew there was probably a smile on his lips.

Satoru brushed his cheeks on your bare stomach, and you felt his chest rising and falling close to your thigh. He closed his eyes as the memories flashed in front of them. The taste of your skin, your mouth, the way you moaned his name. Nothing had felt as good as sinking into your hot sex. When you had tightened around him...

He memorized all the small details about you and left them buried in his memory. "By the way, I'll never be able to sit on this couch again without thinking about sliding into you and hearing you moan my name." His husky voice skated along with your senses.

"You better," you laughed, and its sound skittered across his skin and sank into his heart.

Nowadays, you wish someone had told you that one day would come when not only Satoru Gojo will not sit on this couch, but he won't even want to lay his eyes on that fucking room.

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Tangled Despair

Part Three:

Tangled Fate

Warning: Honestly just smut period. Not for minors!!! Minors don’t interact!!!!

Author’s note:

Hey!! Yes, I’m alive!!! I know it’s been FOREVER since I’ve done any updates and for that I’m sorry. 😢 Life has just been keeping me busy and I haven’t had a chance to write anything for awhile. However, I’ve FINALLY got the next one done and I’ll be trying to post another update soon. I hope y’all enjoy!!

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The day started off it’s usual zombie way it went about; waking up, coffee, getting ready for the day, putting on the same “mask” you wore every day for over a year, then going into the world. Today was an errand day, so you were “let off the leash” to do what you needed to do. Overhaul wouldn’t be sending his goons if you showed up late and guy that usually tailed you was going to be busy with the new waitress at your old dive job. She also happened to be in your building and loved to gossip a lot. She was really stringing the poor guy along for awhile.

The nice bit of info put you at ease and made you feel more comfortable going into the shopping district. Since it was the slums, it wasn’t so much a shopping center more like an old fashioned flea market kind of setting. However, it was a safe area and some of the shops sold things you couldn’t get in the richer district stores. You liked walking around the shops and feeling a sense of normalcy.

You made sure to grab some sweets for Eri that you’d been promising. Also, some new crayons, books, and such. She wasn’t really a materialistic kind of kid, so getting her things she’d like was tough. After, gathering a few more things, you glanced at your phone at the time.

“Wow! I got some time to burn for once,” You sigh.

That’d give you a chance to swing by your place and get some laundry done before you had to be back at the HQ. Not only that, think of a way to get Eri away from Overhaul. You knew there was a high chance of being killed in the process.

You haven’t seen or spoken to your brother in weeks now and started hearing rumors amongst the goons that Overhaul had him gotten rid of, that you were next on the list. There was something big going down soon. You knew that from the severity of the “treatments” Eri was getting lately. She’d almost always cowering with tears in her eyes when you’d come on those days. It broke your heart.

As you turned into the hallway that led to your door, something shot out from the darkness under the stairs and pulled you in. Before you could react, a calloused hand clamped over your mouth and a toned arm wrapped your waist. The sweetest scent in the world enveloped your senses.

You panicked and started to struggle against your assailant’s grip. Digging your nails deep into the arm holding your waist, trying to stomp his feet, muffled swears, etc. The guy hisses at your assault and lowers his lips close to your ear.

“Shhh Y/N! It’s ok, I’m not here to harm you,” The voice was so low, but you instantly recognized it.

It was the voice you missed so much this last year. The one you dreamt of.

‘Shouta.’

An icy electric sensation ran through your body causing you to freeze against him.

‘This can’t be real.’

“It’s me, Shouta…” As if reading your mind.

The hand around your mouth lifted away along with the arm on your waist as he felt you relax. You slowly and cautiously turn to face him. You almost couldn’t believe it. You brought your trembling fingers up to his face and gently touched it to make sure it really was him. He was wearing his goggles, but his hair was down because there was honestly no need for him to erase your quirk. It’s not like you could hurt him with it. Your thumb traces the scar under his eye, it was new.

Shouta stood there frozen as your soft hands gently studied his face, like you were hallucinating him being there. The look in your eyes made his heart ache, he wanted to cup your face in his hands and kiss it away. He didn’t understand what was going on with him when it came to you. He wasn’t one of his students. He was a grown adult and wasn’t naïve enough to believe in the whole “love at first sight” thing. He honestly was expected the opposite reaction when he approached you.

He expected you to cry…

To have the look of utter hatred in those lovely e/c orbs…

Slap and scream at him…

To despise and blame him for all the suffering you endured…

But not this. He had no reaction for such gentleness. He didn’t know what to do. He was still half expecting you to pull a knife or a gun out and end him right then and there. You were technically a villain and he a hero. However, something in his gut told him you wouldn’t harm him.

“You’re actually here…” You finally spoke, your voice cracking slightly.

He cautiously reached up and cupped your hand on his cheek. You were trembling. He could see your soft lips quivering and your e/c eyes start to water up. You carefully used your other hand to lift his goggles up. His dark eyes looked even more tired and bloodshot than you remember.

“I’m here, Y/N,” he whispered.

His calloused thumb gently brushes the corner of your lips sending a shiver shooting through you. His eyes holding such kindness and concern. It was only one night, maybe it was that idiot’s quirk or because it was your first time or even both, but you felt a deep connection to the pro hero. The dreams you had of that time together had seemed to be your only safe haven from this hell. As if in a trance, you lean forward and gently place your lips over his chapped, yet soft ones.

Aizawa was completely taken aback when you kiss him. He’d forgotten how wonderful you smelled and the sweet taste of your lips. His dreams didn’t hold a candle to the real thing. His arms lifted automatically to wrap around you to deepen the kiss. He’d been tormented for over a year with the ghost of that night taunting him. Now he finally had you in his arms again and any restraint he had barely held on by a thread. He places his hands on your smaller shoulders and puts a bit of distance between you.

“I’m sorry…We need to talk…” he pants out.

You looked up into his eyes and there wasn’t any rejection in them, but more like he was keeping himself in check. A lump formed in your throat at his words though. Reality sunk in; you were a criminal working for the yakuza and he a pro hero. He wasn’t here to see you, but to probably get info about your “boss”. A tiny bit of hope lit in your heart at that moment with that heartbreaking realization. That meant the heroes were fixing to do something about Overhaul and his goons.

“Yeah, my place is over there. My tail is busy with a cocktail waitress for the next,” You pause to look at your phone, “hour and a half maybe two hours depending on how much he drank before.”

The Erasure hero lifts an eye brow and gestures his head for you to lead the way. You glance around quickly, but casually before you lead the hero into your apartment. You nimbly secure all the locks before you relax a bit. Hopefully the goon didn’t drink himself limp and could stay away for awhile. You doubted Overhaul would waste anymore guys keeping track of you at this point. Your heart sank at what he was doing to Eri while you were away. Aizawa shifted a bit which pulled you from your thoughts.

“Hehe, sorry, would you like something to drink? I think I have some…” You were cut off by his strong arms enveloping you.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” his eyes racked with guilt.

You both just stood there a few minutes silently holding each other. His warmth felt comforting and you allowed yourself to relax in the first time in awhile. You finally took a deep breath and gently pushed Aizawa away and looked into his eyes.

“You’re here for info on my boss, right?” You knew that what you were risking, but it’s not like you already didn’t know that you were on the chopping block.

~~ Half Hour later ~~

Aizawa didn’t say anything for the longest time as he sat on your couch staring at his feet deep in thought. His expression was unreadable, which made you nervous. You told him the complete and utter truth. You had told him everything; about your family, your brother, how you ended up working for Overhaul, and Eri. You wanted to get her out of there as soon as possible and hoped he believed you.

“Please Shouta! Help Eri! She’s just a little girl and they’re fixing to do something big with her behind their plans,” You bow as low as you could, silently praying he’d help.

Aizawa gently cups your chin and force you to look up at him. His eyes full of the passion of a hero’s determination. You felt the bloom of hope sprout in your chest.

“We’ll save her. You have my word,” He says without hesitation.

Tears of relief started spilling from your eyes. Aizawa’s fingers came up and wiped them away. He knew there was a chance that you were playing him, but something in your eyes told him you were being sincere. It must’ve been so hard on you. Going through the life you’ve lived and still trying to do the right thing. You wiped the tears from your eyes and forced a smile on your face.

“I’m sorry. I’m just so relieved!” You smiled a genuine smile this time.

Aizawa’s breath was taken away in that moment. He couldn’t help but note how lovely you looked with a real smile. He couldn’t help it anymore and finally gave into his desire and slammed his lips over yours. Your fingers weave themselves in his soft black hair as you gave into the hero. You tasted even sweeter than Aizawa remembered as he slipped his tongue between your petal pink lips to entangle with yours. The kiss was passionate and dizzying. Full of nothing but deep hunger and need.

A groan rumbled in the Eraser hero’s chest as he dominated your mouth, trying to sate the thirst that had been haunting his dreams. You tugged on his worn black shirt signaling you wanted to take it off. The pro nipped your lower lip gently in reply and picked you up in his arms.

“Bedroom…” He growled out, his eyes dark with lust.

You weakly gesture towards your room and before you could blink, you were being placed on your f/c comforter. Aizawa started pulling the articles of clothing from your body and his, soon leaving you both completely bare. There were more scars on his nicely toned body than you remembered. You reached out and gently traced the new marks on his chest and shoulders. The action caused the pro to close his eyes tight and tighten his jaw like he was in pain.

You instantly pull back your hand, “I’m sorry! Does it hurt?”

The Eraser hero pushes you down onto the bed, hovering over you with a predatory look in his eyes. The need pooling between your legs throbbed. You had dreamt of this moment this last year and you weren’t 100% sure this wasn’t just another dream. His hot breath on your neck. His lips trailing behind, making a path from your neck to your shoulders. Calloused fingers cupping your breasts gently rolling over your peaks. Aizawa’s scent filling overwhelming your senses.

“So lovely…” He breaths out just before his lips engulfs a hardened bud.

You gasp and lace your fingers in his soft black hair as his mouth explores your breasts. You loved his hair and it felt like silk weaved in your hands. Aizawa’s long fingers brush the glistening folds below making your legs tremble in need. His finger dips into your moist heat and the unbearable tension building suddenly snaps. A shudder whips your body and your hips jerk off the bed a little.

“God, did you just cum from me barely touching you down here?” He moans out as he retreats his fingers covered in your excitement and swirls his tongue around the digits.

You can feel your cheeks burn and cover your face with your arm in embarrassment. A full year you’d have dreams of the two of you. He’d tease you over and over. Whisper naughty but loving things into your ear as he’d bring your body to new heights of pleasure you’d never known. You chalked it up to him being the only man you’d physically been with, but given your current situation, that really hasn’t been on your mind. Thinking of one of those guys touching you like this, made you sick to your stomach. Ever since your encounter with Aizawa, you’d embarrassingly followed him through his career and despite his gruff exterior, you had developed a bit of a crush on the pro. It was one of the few things that kept you going, that maybe you’d see him again.

The pro hero watched you cover your lovely face from his view and didn’t like it, so he decided to get your attention by sliding his finger into your dripping tight cunt. You were so hot and tight inside, almost like that night he’d been your first. He wondered if anyone else had you since then, gotten to see this side of you. You whimpered as he slowly pumped into you, but still kept your face covered so he couldn’t see your reactions. He slid another finger into your core and felt you wince as he started to move them.

“Ahhh!!” You cry out and both your arms fly out to grip your sheets.

He almost came right then and there. Your face was so beautiful; your cheeks flushed, lips swollen, tears slipping from your eyes in bliss. The memory seared itself into his brain and he swore he wouldn’t let another man see this wonderful sight. He didn’t want to think of another bringing you this pleasure. A growl crawled from his throat.

“So, wet and eager,” his fingers move a bit rougher, “Has anyone else ever got to see this side of you, Y/N?”

You’re nothing but a whimpering mess underneath him at this point. You couldn’t think straight anymore. All you could do was shake your head weakly. There was no way you’d ever want anyone but him.

“Anyone else make you mew like this, kitten?” His fingers stop their movements inside you and curl ever so slightly.

You shake your head again, “No! No one’s touched me but you!”

You practically cry when you feel him retreat from you just as you’re about to reach your peak. You feel the weight on the bed shift and shyly open your eyes, meeting his directly above you. His hard length probing your thigh.

Aizawa was painfully hard at this point and couldn’t take it anymore. The tip of his large cock rubbed against your dripping pussy lips. You were so drenched and ready for him, he just had to have you right now. He could feel your hole puckering in excitement as he teased it. The precum that had gathered on his tip, mixing with your own sloppy fluids. Your soft breasts heaving as you breathed in excitement.

“Please!” You weakly cry out because you just couldn’t take this anymore. You just wanted him inside you.

“What do you want, kitten? Tell me,” his voice extremely rough.

You moan as you try to lift your hips against him, “I want you! I want you inside me!”

Aizawa quickly slides a condom on that he materializes out of his pocket and lines himself up to your dripping entrance. You cry out as he pushes deep inside you in one thrust, completely filling you. It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the first time, but it still burned since he wasn’t average size. Even though you never had been with another guy, you could tell that his dick was decently large. At the same time, it felt amazing to have him fill you up so completely. It knocked the air out of your lungs and caused your legs to shake a little.

“Oh my God, y/n, you’re still so fucking tight!” Aizawa rolls his hips a little, “I can barely move.”

He lets out a shuddered breath as he slowly moves his hips. You were clenched around him so tightly, at this rate, he wasn’t gonna last long. His lips found yours just as your fingers intertwined. His hair spilled over you both as he slowly started to move feeling you relax. His tongue rolled over yours claiming dominance. It felt amazing to finally be joined to him again. You were completely lost in Aizawa. The way his mouth molded over yours, his scent, the feel of his body pressed over yours, and the way his cock felt buried inside you.

Incoherent moans and whines left your lips between kisses as he slowly eased his girth in and out of your body. You never felt so full in your life, but the pace was agonizing. You caught yourself moving your hips in an attempt for him to pick up the speed. You felt him groan into your lips when you wiggled and clenched.

“Shouta! Shouta! Please!!!” You don’t know how to ask with your words anymore than that, but you felt a shudder run through the Eraser hero.

“Fuck…” Shouta growled out so sexily it sent goosebumps up your arms.

Before you knew it, both your legs were on his shoulders and put into a mating press that took your breath away. He was so deep inside you, he continuously kept hitting your cervix with each thrust. Your vision blurred as Aizawa pounded into your body with more force than before. All you could do was cling to the bedsheets crying out his name over and over again like your life depended on it as he plowed you into oblivion. He kept hitting that spot over and over again until another particularly strong orgasm hit you. Your hips shook so violently as your back arched off the bed as the pro hero never halted his thrusts as you rode your orgasm.

“Holy shit, Y/N! You’re clenching me so tightly!” Shouta’s hips started the jerk and he felt himself start to reach his own peak, “oh fuck, Kitty, you feel so good! It’s like you were made just for me!”

You were nothing but a babbling incoherent mess clutching your bedspread at this point. You could feel Aizawa start to throb and twitch inside of you and even though you just came, you could already feel another climax quickly building up. There’s no way sex was supposed to feel this good, right?! Your legs start to tremble as Aizawa’s thrusts start to get sloppy signaling you’re both about to tumble off the edge.

“Sh…Shou…ta!!”

You tumble first, cumming so hard that you see starts. You feel like you’re about to pass out from the intensity of it as Aizawa keeps trusting into you chasing his own high.

“Oh, shit, y/n!” He practically yells as it finally hits him.

The pro hero twitches violently inside you as he fills the condom to the brim. You both stay still for a few moments, nothing but sweaty, panting messes before he gently slides out of you. Disposing of the used condom in the trash before sliding next to you on the bed and pulling you close to him.

You both laid there in a cloud of euphoria not wanting to face the reality beyond your bedroom walls just yet. You knew this might be the last time you would see him again. That the plan may go wrong and backfire right in your face possibly costing both of you your lives. You clung to this false sense of peace for as long as you could because it was the only thing that would keep the darkness away.

[crazyotakugal]

Hi everyone! I’m just letting y’all know I’m still working on the new releases. Unfortunately I’ve been hit with a bout of brain fart so I’m sadly stuck. 😮‍💨😢

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Soaring Hearts

Part Four

Soaring Burning Passion

Author’s note: Hey I’m soooooooo sorry that it took me forever to post a new chapter. I really hope you enjoy it!

18+ Situations

MINORS DON’T INTERACT

Hawks lips smashed into yours as soon as you both landed on his balcony, knocking the wind from your lungs from the sheer passion of it. You grabbed the front of his jacket, at first to shove him off, but then he started murmuring, “I’m sorry,” over and over between kisses, it took all the resistance you had mustered. You gave into his kisses, feeling something much more behind each one.

A shiver went through your body as his hands wondered over your clothes, groping your sensitive areas through the offending fabric. He easily and literally sweeps you off your feet, carrying you bridal style inside his place. His lips keeping you in a blissful trance, until it was broken as he laid you down on his bed. His eyes burning bright gold in the dark room, his crimson wings fanned out. He made quick work of your clothing and his own before crawling on top of you.

Your hands exploring each other’s bodies as you exchanged more and more heated kisses. His lips started trailing down your jaw, moving down your neck. You gasp as he starts to leave tiny red marks down your neck’s sensitive areas. His skilled fingers traveling up your abdomen, gently cupping your breasts and rolling your already hardened peaks between his fingers.

“Ha…Hawks!” You whimper as your whole body is set ablaze by his touch.

You gasp as you feel a sharp nip on your shoulder.

“Keigo,” Hawks gently growls out as he wraps his lips around your left breast.

You dig small crescents into the hero’s shoulders as he worships both your breasts with his mouth and fingers. The pool of need between your legs almost unbearable. You wanted him so badly. Gathering all your boldness, your hand travels down his toned stomach, feeling the soft tuft of hair below. You earn your victory when Keigo lets out a sharp gasp as you wrap your fingers around his hardened cock.

“Y/N!” He groans as you slowly move your hand up and down his shaft.

You can feel his own excitement in your very hands as you dance your fingers carefully over the aching member. It was so hard yet the skin was soft and hot. You were able to feel the veins running along it and feeling the drops of precum collecting on the head. Curious, you gathered what you could with your fingers and brought them to your lips. The taste was salty and bitter, but not unpleasant.

“Oh, Sparrow, I’m at my limit now!” The pro hero growls out after he watches you lick his essence from your fingertips.

Before you could react, he spreads your legs as wide as they’ll go and pushes himself into your already soaking heat causing both of you to practically cry out. Hawks doesn’t give you a chance to adjust before his starts pounding into you. It’s a bit uncomfortable due to his size, but soon that melts into absolute bliss. You barely have a chance to breathe between each thrust of his hips. He continually hitting just the right spot inside you, making you see stars.

“Oh God! Keigo!” You sob out, your nails leaving red trails down Hawks back.

His red wings completely spread out as he slams into your tight core over and over again. Your climax quickly approaching with each movement of Hawks hips. You could feel tears form in the corners of your eyes as you rapidly approach the edge. Your hands grasps the base of his wings for leverage as the coil building up finally snaps.

“KEIGO! I’M CUMMING!!” You scream as you’re swept away.

Hawks burned the sight of you at that moment deep into his brain. Your h/c hair spilled out of it’s braid, h/c strands clinging to your pleasure racked face. He almost lost it as he feels you tighten almost painfully around him as your climax hits you. He’d never seen a woman so lovely in his entire life.

“Y/N, you’re so beautiful! You feel so amazing!” He groans out, as he keeps moving as your cream over his member, unable to stop.

“Keigo! Keigo!” You cry out over and over as you feel another, more intense orgasm starting to build up again.

You scream out as Hawks grabs your legs, placing them on his shoulders hitting even deeper inside you than thought possible. The world around you feel away and all you could feel was the overwhelming ecstasy enveloping you both. Your thighs start to shake and Hawks thrusts become desperate signaling he was close as well. His face contorted in utter abandon as his member begins to twitch inside you.

“Fuck Y/N!” Hawks yells as he slams his hips one last time before you both cum at the same time.

As your own climax rushes over you, the world around you fades to blackness.

~~ Hours later ~~

Hawks laid awake, watching y/n’s sleeping figure next to him. She’d passed out during their love making. He felt a teeny tiny bit guilty for being so rough, but he just couldn’t help himself. Now he held y/n close next to him as she slept. He gently brushed the stray h/c hairs from your face as he held you as you slept. He honestly almost lost it when he thought about another guy holding you like this, touching you, seeing you disheveled with utter pleasure. He’d let that side get the best of him at the park.

He never meant to make you cry or hurt you. His possessiveness take over them and he wanted to mark you all over so everyone knew whom you belonged to. He’d never thought he have these emotions towards anyone. He’d never known a loving home or what it was like for someone to want to be with him for ‘him’. As Keigo, not as Hawks.

You’d come as this shining light into his life. Giving him a reason beyond just being a hero. Wanting to open himself up to actually “living a life”. Something normal and good he could cling onto.

“You saved me twice now,” he whispers as he places a soft kiss on your lips before joining you in sleep.

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Tangled Despair

Part Two:

Twisted Dreams

Author’s Note: I’m sorry it took so long! I kept rewriting because I wasn’t really happy it with and still not 100% happy with it, but I really hope y’all enjoy it!

warning: 18+

It’d been over a year since your run in with Shouta Aizawa. It seemed like an eternity ago though. Those memories so far away that you felt like it was another life you’d once lived. Of course you haven’t seen him since that night, not in person anyway. You’d seen bits here and there in the news about him and of course the press conference he’d done recently. He had cleaned up so much you barely recognized him at first. You couldn’t help but note how even more sexy he was, if possible, with his hair up like that.

After your meeting at your old workplace, you thought about seeking the Eraser hero out, but with your current situation, he’d just be put in danger. You couldn’t risk getting close to anyone or else they’d just be used like your brother.

Didn’t mean you often dreamt of the hero where it was the only safe place for you two to be.

“Oi! Whatcha spacing out for? Go take care of the girl!” Mimic, one of Overhaul’s right hand men, yells at you from his place on the couch.

You jump,”Uh…yes sir! I apologize.”

You bite the inside of your mouth as you hurry from the room, the small yakuza was always eyeing you and it made you very uneasy. Normally, you wouldn’t have backed down from someone like that, but here you had to. You saw what happened to those who didn’t and you DID NOT want to meet the same fate.

~~~1 Year ago ~~~

You stood in front of Overhaul, the new head of the Shie Hassaikai. You were putting on a brave mask, but honestly you were extremely terrified. You heard rumors about the new head and none of them were at all good. He was ruthless and could kill in an instant with his Quirk. He was sitting on an expensive couch, slouched over but his eyes held a piercing glare straight at you. Those eyes were those of a killer. Someone willing to do whatever it took to get their way. What the fuck had your brother been thinking getting involved with them?!

You swallowed the lump in your throat,

“Where is my brother at? I came here as requested.”

It took everything in your very core to not falter or lose face. You were used to dealing with thugs and such, but no one of this level. One wrong move and you and your brother were both dead. You weren’t an idiot. You were a bunny in a den of wolves.

“Yes, Miss y/n. I appreciate the time you’ve made for us so late in the evening. It seems your brother, B/N, has incurred…well…quite a massive debt to one of my men here and has yet to pay back a single debt, despite our generous…patience.” Overhaul sits up straight.

“Now, under normal circumstances, we’d have the individual earn back the debt they owe. Your brother’s quirk , however, isn’t very powerful nor useful to us whatsoever. On top of that, he’s not really the type of individual we’d see a dependable,” He drums his gloved fingers on his knee as he eyes you up and down like appraising an item in the store, “He’s told us that you’re a healer and quite a good one at that, correct?”

You dug your nails into the palms on your hands as you gripped your fistsfists tight at your sides in anger. You could almost feel it overtake the fear. You swore if that idiot was still alive, you were gonna kill him for this one. What the hell?! Seriously?!

You took a few calming breaths before you spoke, “Yes, I am. I suppose I’m above average as it goes. As you could imagine, having an idiot like that as my brother, I’ve had a lot of practice.”

You could hear a slight chuckle from under the yakuza’s mask he wore, “Yes, I can. I had my guys look into your past, looks like you were a top mark student despite your…family background…However, in your junior year of university you were arrested as an accomplice in a police raid and was kicked out.”

You felt yourself stiffen up. You were going over your words very carefully in your head. Letting Overhaul continue on.

“You’ve been working odd jobs and dive bars since then. Being dragged into trouble by your brother who’s a well known gambler and drug user. However, despite your own criminal record, you avoid working with any organization or group,” his eyes borrowing into you.

You keep your voice as calm as you could, “I prefer to keep out of your kind of business if I can. Living a clean life is important to me.”

“Hmmm,” Overhaul assessed you for a minute, “Yes, cleanliness is an important thing for me as well. I despise filth! I think you and I can come to an agreement.”

You swallow hard, “What kind of…arrangement?”

Overhaul chuckles again, “No worries, it’s nothing major. Just lend us your healing abilities and also help care for my ward, Eri.”

“May I ask, from what I heard with your Quirk you are able to assemble and…disassemble…whatever you want? With something like that, mine is mediocre,” You weren’t lying. Compared to Regenerate, his was in a league of its own.

“True, but after awhile. It can be very tiring and using my quirk on certain circumstances isn’t practical. Our old “doctor”, decided to put in their…retirement…recently and so we’re in need of someone reliable,” At least he was up front, “However, if you choose to decline our “offer”, you’ll be free to go, but we’ll just have to use your brother’s body to cover the debt. Even in this day and age, there’s still a market for valuable organs you know.”

You felt your blood run cold. Sure your brother was a good for nothing that constantly got you into trouble, but he was still the only family you had left. You still cared for your elder brother despite his many flaws. You didn’t care if he got knocked around here and there because you could always fix him up, but if you didn’t do this there’d be no way for you to fix him up again. If you went down this rabbit hole you’d never come back out.

You fidget a little running everything through your head, any reasoning or chance you might have. Overhaul stands up and signals one of his men to bring something. A few minutes later, the goon drags in b/n all bloodied and bruised up. He throws him down onto the floor in front of you, b/n coughs a bit of blood out onto the floor. Both his hands were twisted and broken horribly, even with your quirk, there was still a chance of permit damage.

Overhaul looks at the blood on the floor with disgust for a moment then back up to you, “You see. Your brother’s fine so you can rest assured that I’m a man of my word. Work for me and I’ll spare his life. Pretty simple arrangement, yes?”

~~~Present Day~~~

You hurried down the hall as fast as you could, turning the corners sharply. Ever since that day you’d been trapped here working as the Shie Hassaikai “doctor” and caregiver to young Eri, a little girl left in the head’s care. Your heart aches for the small child. You didn’t know what Overhaul was doing to the poor thing, but you knew it was horrible to say the least. You tried your best to heal her injuries, but you could only help her physical injuries.

Thankfully you hardly saw Overhaul most of the time. As long as you came when summoned and on your scheduled days, you were usually fine. A lot of the new goons would snicker and eye you like a piece of meat when you came to the headquarters lately. Overhaul threatened death on anyone who touched you, but you didn’t trust him at all. You knew once your usefulness was over, you were dead. You had no more dreams. Most of the time you felt empty and hallow. Just going through the motions of life really.

You tried to cling to the light though. The faint tiny hope of salvation. Eri helped with that. Her mom just abandoned her and her father was dead. She was such a kind, sweet child and you sincerely enjoyed spending time with her whenever you could. It took her awhile to open up to you, but when she finally did it was amazing. You’d spend hours coloring or playing pretend games. You would brush her hair and hum to her.

You knocked on the wooden door you stopped in front of and then turned the doorknob to enter. Sitting in a ball, was little Eri. Fresh bandages on her tiny arms and legs. When she saw you, she instantly relaxed. You knew at this rate you needed to figure out a way to get this little girl free. The other day, you distracted the guard so she could run but Overhaul caught her before she could get away.

As she ran into your arms you swore that if it was the only last decent thing you could manage in your life, you’d save her.

~~~Aizawa~~~

He immediately recognized her when her mug shot appeared on Nighteye’s screen. There was no way he’d forget her soft h/c locks, peach lips, vibrant e/c eyes. It was definitely Y/N. He’d returned to the bar he’d met her at the night, but her boss said she’d just up and quit. Aizawa had an immense sense of guilt hit him then that he carried around since. Had it been his fault? He couldn’t deny that before that incident, he’d already found himself attracted to y/n. Then when that punk had used his quirk, overwhelm, on her and things had gotten out of hand.

“This is y/n. Reports say she’s the Shie Hassaikai acting physician. Family history of criminal activity with an accessory charge for a drug bust 4 years ago. Apparently she was dragged into the mess by her older brother, b/n, known dead beat. Compared to the other hands at the headquarters, she’s a low player,” Nighteye adjusted his glasses as he went to the next slide which was another picture of y/n carrying a bag of sweets, “However, recent intelligence says that she’s the current caregiver to Eri. There’s no telling what she might be hiding even though she just has a healing quirk.”

~~~Hours later ~~~

That’s why he volunteered to tail y/n. He didn’t divulge that he actually knew her, as a hero it was wrong to get your personal feelings involved, but he couldn’t help the overwhelming sense of guilt. He couldn’t help but feel responsible for y/n turning down this path. If he hasn’t violated her like he did…Maybe he could still save you.

He was good at staying out of view and not standing out. He was able to find her pretty easily. Around the same time you disappeared, there was a healer that moved to the area that helped the families in the nearby slums. From there, he instantly found y/n and started following her. He watched as she’d go to the slums, then stop on a convenience store which it appeared she came a lot to because she chatted with the owner like they were friends. He watched as she walked through alley ways, narrow corners swiftly before he realized where it was y/n was going. It was the Shie Hassaikai headquarters.

He knew immediately that he should’ve just left right then and there. However, he followed y/n as far as he dared. Despite his guilt, he didn’t want to risk the operation or saving that little girl. Aizawa noted that she was getting nervous the closer she got, her hands shaking as she clenched them into fists. His chest ached as he watched someone like get going into the lion’s den. They must’ve gotten something on her, Nighteye mentioned her brother was a dead beat. He had no doubt that he was the cause of this.

He watched as y/n approached the entrance and he had no choice but to retreat for now. He’d try to get a chance to get y/n to explain the situation. Maybe this would work out to save her and that little girl. He glanced back at y/n disappearing into the Shie Hassaikai HQ with the leering eyes of those goons watching her. He swallowed the lump in his throat and left to report what he learned.

Later that night, he hardly slept at all. For the past year, he was haunted by the dreams of the woman he violated. Some were nightmares were she’s blaming him for her predicament and others were of that blissfully sinful evening. Aizawa swore that those were worse than the nightmares most of the time.

Dream Y/n was straddling his lap, her soft petal lips trailing kisses down his jaw line pulling a groan from the hero’s lips. He swore the scent of her was overpowering his senses as her hips rolled against him. Her soft h/c brushing his shoulders as her lips trailed down his neck. He long stopped fighting these dreams. Her skin felt so real as he trailed his hands up her torso, feeling her body shiver as he cups her soft breasts.

“Shouta…” Dream y/n moans against his shoulder giving her hips another roll.

The air is knocked out of his lungs as she lines herself up with his hardened shaft and sliding herself agonizingly slow down onto it enveloping him in her wonderful heat. Her moans and whimpers of pleasure all too real. The pleasure overtaking his senses as he loses himself in her. Her tight cunt already quivering around him driving him close to his breaking point.

“Fuck y/n…” Aizawa growls out as he grips her hips slamming into her with abandon.

“ Shouta!” She tosses her head back as she approaches her climax as her hips slam down to meet his thrusts.

Dream y/n’s pussy starts to flutter and tighten around his cock. He can feel his own high fast approaching. Her sweet lips now placing desperate kisses on his own.

“Shouta! Please!” She sobs out between kisses.

He desperately kisses her back, “Y/n! Y/n!” No

“Please save me! Shouta! Please! Ah ha! Save me!” She cries out as she tightens almost painfully around him.

Desperate for his own release, he thrusts up into her like a wild desperation,” Yes! Y/n! I will…save you!”

Aizawa woke up drenched in sweat and a painful erection. He growls in frustration. He almost punches the pillows next to him just to get it out. Those dreams were irritating because they felt so real that he swore he could smell her lingering scent on him afterwards. Ever since that night, he couldn’t get y/n out of his head. She haunted his dreams constantly.

He swore to himself that he would save her anyway that he could. At the very least, he could be her hero!

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Hi guys!! I’m sorry for not posting new chapters yet. I promise I’ll have something out very soon for both stories! 🌺🌺

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Tangled Despair

Shouta Aizawa x Reader >Multi-part Fluff Lemon

You’re an ex con trying to go straight when you meet the Erasure hero by chance one night. Due to some crazy happenings, you end up spending a night together. However, family problems pull you further into the underworld and a year later, you once again meet the hero, but this time you’re an enemy. Entangled with the Yakuza world, forced to be their doctor and a caregiver to poor little, Eri.

Slight story plot change to the original and OC introductions. Just had this after watching season 4.

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Part one:

Tangled Bodies

You grumbled as the bar you worked at was getting rowdy. This always happened after the local villains in the area would rampage then a few days later, it’d die down once a pro hero would round them up. The whole area used to be Yakuza territory, but the city now deemed it their priority to clean it up. So they’d been sending pro heroes to help battle back the thugs.

Lately, it seemed to make things worse. Your neighbors, local thug boys, would bang on your door all hours for you to heal them. You’d have no choice because your older brother owed them tons of money and if you didn’t want to be healing much worse injuries in him, you’d just do it as fast as possible.

As a kid, your parents would charge money for people to be healed by you until they got busted by a pro hero in a botched robbery. Note your brother would use your ability to pay his outstanding debt. Those people not the most reputable kind either which is why you had a red mark on your record. You’d been drug to a hideout by your brother to heal a gun shot wound, a pro came, and because you’d been an accomplice technically, you ended up with jail time forever with you.

Now, the only honest job you could get was at this bar. It wasn’t the greatest place, but the owner was a good person and it was an actual honest paycheck. You didn’t want to go down the road of crime like your family did and wanted to break free of these chains holding you back.

“Hey y/n, get me another pint!” A usual called to you from across the bar.

You pull your h/c hair up into a pony tail, “Yeah you got it!”

As you started to fill orders, some noise across the bar drew your attention. Patrons started jumped out of the way, causing things to crash over.

“You bastard!! What did you say?!” This boar looking thug roars at this dark haired guy with a grey scarf. The size difference between the two was obvious, the boar guy was 8ft or so and the raven haired guy was a little over 6ft!

“I said I’m here to bring you in, Pig Face,” the guy’s voice rang out coolly.

‘Oh, he must be a pro then.’

The boar guy growled at the guy. You could make out the veins in his head from the bar. You had your hands close to the emergency button just in case. Sometimes both the thugs and pros would get out of hand and an ambulance would need to be called. The pro hero didn’t flinch he just stood there, he had on a set of goggles over his eyes. You’ve heard about a pro with goggles…what was his name again?

The boar thugs buddies now standing behind him, normal patrons hurrying out of the way. The guy still didn’t flinch.

“Try it, jackass!!” The boar roars and you see the goons gearing up their Quirks.

‘Oh great!’

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“Thanks so much, Eraserhead!!” The cops are gushing over the brooding pro.

Pretty much, he erased the goons powers then when the boar guy charged in anger, he took him out with his scarf along with the rest of the goons. Thankfully, just some broken mugs and a couple of tables was the damage. None of the customers had been injured either.

You were a few feet away, giving your statement to the police officer. Your hit the button, but it really wasn’t necessary. It was over in ten minutes. You watched the hero from the corner of your eye, he looked rather annoyed with all the praise. Not like most pros who seem to suck it up. He was rather good looking despite his scruffy appearance. His dark long hair looked soft and his thoughtful eyes were bloodshot. You noticed on his left arm the stain of red through his dark clothing.

During the fight, a goon had pulled a knife, it looked like he dodged it, but apparently not. After you’d given your statement, you cautiously approached him.

“Uh, excuse me,” You wonder if you even spoke loud enough for him at first, but those dark eyes turn their attention to you.

“Thank you very much for your help,” You smiled at him with a genuine smile.

He rubs the back of his head and shoves a hand into his pocket, “it’s no problem. My job and all.”

You reach over and touch the wound on his arm, “You did get hurt though.”

You see the teeniest blush on his cheeks, “It’s nothing.”

You roll your eyes at his macho act and grab his upper arm leading him inside. He looks a bit shocked as you do, putting a tiny bit of resistance.

“What are you…?” He questions, looking down at your dragging him inside.

“I’m actually a healer! So shut up and let me heal that wound as a thank you for keeping my cleanup job to a minimal,” You order the hero, who just grins at your cheekiness.

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You clean up the blood and take in the damage. It wasn’t very bad at all, but it did need stitches normally. You were able to heal something like this no sweat.

“Ok, just relax. It’ll take a few minutes for me to heal this,” You give an ordered glare at him.

Eraser just gives you another grin and watches you heal the cut on his arm. You had spunk that was for sure, but working at a dive like this you had to be tough. He liked that in a girl. But usually, folks working here were ex cons or villains. You didn’t look like you were either, but looks were deceiving.

He studied you carefully. Your h/c pulled back into a high pony tail leaving the locks to spill over your enticing shoulders and neck. Your e/c orbs carefully inspecting his inquiry, your plump lips gently being nibbled on by your teeth, and your body was delectable to say the least. The cold shoulder tee you were wearing hugging your breasts just right and the black shorts giving him a good eyeful of your soft legs. He caught himself day dreaming about running his hands up and down those thighs, what you tasted like on his lips.

“Ok, all done,” your voice breaking his day dream.

He moved his arm around testing it. The pain was completely gone and there wasn’t even a scar there. He was pretty impressed. Not a lot of healers could do that.

“Thanks a lot,” his voice so sexy and low your body shivers.

You blush and stand up,” If you’d like, you’re welcome to stay and have a drink or two on the house.”

“Oh!” You just realized something, “my name is Y/N! What’s yours?”

He looks at your outstretched hand and gives you another of his sexy grins, “Shouta Aizawa.”

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You could feel your nerves on edge as you worked through the rest of your shift. Aizawa sitting down the bar, sipping his drink was hard to deal with. You were REALLY attracted to the pro hero and despite your lack of sex life, you were very much aware of the ache between your legs when you caught his eyes watching you. The feeling of them following you around the bar that evening, had your nerves on over sensitive alert.

“Well…hhheeellloooo Y/N!” You feel your heart drop.

Standing at the bar was Ryu, a one of the yakuza heads son. He was a small Time thug and his family had little or no influence anymore, but he still came around acting like he was king. The guy disgusted you and you wished he’d go away. Since you started here 6 months ago, he’d come in trying to get you to “have a good time with him”. The thought alone made you gag.

“Ugh, what do you want?” You roll your eyes. You weren’t gonna waste the effort of customer service on him.

His thugs chuckle and he acts hurt, “oh, love, don’t be like that! You know I love how you play hard to get?!”

You shiver in disgust,” order something or go. I have other customers here.”

You hoped he’d get the hint and just leave. He’d been annoyingly trying to get in your pants for months now. Trying every cheesy line in the book. You thought he was scum in a bad blue suit. You had no interest in being one of his girls now or ever. You didn’t now what Quirk he had, but you’d heard that it was partly why he was actually popular with the local girls. You really didn’t see why though personally. The guy was a joke.

“Hey no need to be rude! I’m hoping you’d thought about my offer from the other night,” he grinned.

A few nights ago, he’d approached you with an “offer”. Which was you in his bed whenever he desired in exchange for money. You’d turn him down flat out. You weren’t a whore. In fact, you’d never even really done anything with a guy because once the gate opened, every guy you’d heal would want you to sleep with him. Your brother already tried the pitch to you, but there was so way you’d sink that low. You already hated having to do the back room healings.

“You obviously didn’t understand the last time, so let me be blunt,” You took a deep breath and looked him right in his bug eyes, “There’s no FUCKING way that I’d EVER in this universe sleep with your nasty ass!”

You swore you could hear the pro hero just a few feet down choke on his drink and Ryu’s face turns red from anger. His goons trying to stifle their laughter behind him making him even angrier. His dull eyes shooting pure hatred at you.

“You little bitch! You think you’re so much better than me?! With your brother’s debt and all, you’d think you’d think about it more carefully,” He sneers at you, “After all, it’s just a matter of time before he gets desperate and offers you up on that table. Bet you’d be begging me to be my pet then?!”

He grabs your arm tightly. You feel a burning sensation like he was trying to burn your limb off. It hurt so bad that you screamed in pain, trying to free yourself. His eyes straight up crazy as he smiles. You suddenly feel the pressure on your arm released when a black boot comes into contact with Ryu’s head sending him flying across the bar.

~~~~~~~~Aizawa POV~~~~~~~~

He’d been content watching you the whole night. He didn’t know what it was, but his eyes were glued to you. You were witty and blunt, he could tell that just by talking to you. You were also quick and efficient at your job, even though it wasn’t a high end job, it still showed you put real effort into it which he admired. Not a lot of women like you around. Not to mention, you were die hard sexy.

Sure he was sticking around because another target was usually sighted here, but looking at you was a bonus. He even caught himself getting a little jealous when you flirted with some of the customers even though he knew it was all work. A part of working at a bar no matter where, but it still urked him. However, it did please him to see you look over at him and visibly get flustered. Your reaction very cute. He wondered what other cute reactions he could get from you.

That’s when that scum bag came into the bar. The one he’d be waiting for, he secretly hoped he wouldn’t show up that way he could enjoy himself all night watching you. Though this was the reason he was here in the first place. He felt enraged when he came towards you and starting eyeing you up and down like a treat.

“You obviously didn’t understand the last time, so let me be blunt,” You took a deep breath and looked him right in his bug eyes, “There’s no FUCKING way that I’d EVER in this universe sleep with your nasty ass!”

He almost choked on his drink when he heard that leave your mouth. That fire in you was such a turn on. When the guy grabbed your arm and hearing You scream in agony, he flew from his spot on pure instinct. He felt nothing but pure satisfaction when his boot came in contact with the guy’s face. He felt the crunch of a broken jaw on the impact.

‘Good. Punk won’t be able to open his trap for awhile.’

The guy was sent flying right into his goons taking them out as well. He rushes over to you huddled on the floor, cradling your arm against your chest.

“Let me see,” he tells you pulling the arm away from you.

There weren’t any marks there at all. Not even a hand print. If he’d broken it, there’d be some bruising but he couldn’t even detect that. It looked completely fine, but you were giving the distinct whines and whimpers of pain. Your face was flushed and your lips quivering. He scooped you up in his arms and you gave an alarming cry. Squirming in his arms uncomfortably. Was it something to do with that guys quirk?!

Poison maybe?!

He carried you into that back room, informing your boss of the situation. He’d already called the police. Aizawa placed you down onto the couch, feeling you grip his shirt in pain. You were burning up and your e/c eyes glazed over.

“So hot…” You moan out.

He goes and gets a cool rag, placing it on your head, “it’s ok y/n. I got you.”

He’s caught off guard when you reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing his lips crashing against your own.

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“So hot…” you moan it.

Your body was on fire! It felt like it was consuming you from the inside out. Your skin over sensitive and burning up. Each time Aizawa touched you, you were overcome with an agonizing throbbing between your legs. Rubbing your thighs together just made it worse.

You wanted to take your clothes off and be free of the stuffy material. It was almost suffocating to have them on. The ache was shooting through your whole body. It was too much. You wanted…needed…relief from this!

‘Please help me!’

It seemed aizawa’s presence only made the ache worse. It was screaming at you! He must have a way to relieve this! He leans in so close, his cologne overwhelming you even more, the cool rag doesn’t help the inferno within.

“It’s ok, y/n. I got you,” he whispers to you.

‘Please helpe me…’

You feel yourself reach out and wrap your arms around the pros neck, but you can’t stop yourself. You feel your lips capture his and your body pressing itself against his. It only brings a tiny bit of relief.

‘Not enough!’

His hands on your shoulders makes you shudder with an unknown need as he pushes you away. You want desperately for those hands to bring you the relief your body was aching for.

“Y/n! Stop! What’s wrong?” He looks down at you with his cheeks now flushed.

You squirm uncomfortably underneath him, arching your back, “I…don’t…know. My body is so hot! It’s burning! I need…something…but I don’t know what!”

Your fingers start to run over your own body with a will of their own. This was killing you! Your breath hitches as you feel them dance under your shirt onto your bare stomach, slowly working themselves upwards, bunching your shirt up at the same time exposing your skin to the Erasure hero’s eyes. You see his Adam’s Apple move hard as he swallows back a moan.

His eyes suddenly glow red and his dark hair stands up. Was he trying to erase the quirk affecting you? But you didn’t feel anything change. His eyes full of concern as you whimper in pain. You couldn’t stop, you needed him. Your body telling you he was the key to ending this suffering. You grind your lower half against his, squealing when you feel the bulge forming there.

“Y/n!” He chokes out looking down at you with pained eyes, “It’s that punk’s quirk doing this to you! You gotta fight it!”

It’s like he’s a million miles away even though he was hovering above you holding you back. You couldn’t even register what he was saying to you. You could feel your mind slipping away and this need overtake you.

“Ppppllleeeaassseee!” You arch your back again, “help me! It’s too much!”

You hear him growl above you and visibly trying to hold himself back. Your shirt now bunch just below your heaving chest, you lick your swollen lips, and let out a lewd moan. The hands on your shoulders trembling now. His control slipping away.

You reach your hands up, trailing them against his clothed chest. You could feel the outline of muscle under the dark cloth. You hear his breath hitch in his throat. You feel them slide upwards gently scratching his neck with your nails.

“I don’t know what to do, but please help me! Anything!” You toss your head back, “anything to stop this!”

“Fuck!” You hear him say before his lips come down onto yours.

The kiss was fiery and full of need. His hands now working themselves under your shirt, finger tips grazing your bare skin. You scream against his lips as his hands alone flood you with relief but it neatly wasn’t enough. His hands causing your body to shudder as they slide under the cups of your bra on top of your hardened nipples. The sensation is so overwhelming to you, bringing tears to your eyes.

“Are you ok? Does it hurt?” He asks you with concern.

You shake your head side to side, “I don’t…think…so. I’ve never been touched like…ah!”

Your back arches up into his touch. Your skin was so hot to the touch. So welcoming to his touch. He could feel the softness of your breasts in his hands and the way just touching them made you wiggle and squirm. What did you mean by that? Surely you’d been with a man with your body.

“Oh God, Aizawa!” Your body spasms as a climax rakes your body.

The thought itself made the pro hero shudder and bite back a growl. The thought that he was the first man to see these lewd reactions of yours. To see this lovely skin. Especially when you came just from the menstruations of his hands on your breasts. He bit the inside of his cheek when he pulled your shorts down your legs. Your f/c panties were already soaking wet.

He slid his finger carefully up and down over your soaking slit. Geez you were just absolutely soaking! His member throbbed painfully against the zipper of his pants. You looked breathe taking with your shirt and bra bunched up over your bare heaving chest, face twisted in absolute bliss, and your cunt already soaked and ready. If it was true you’d never been with another man, he’d have to control himself so not to hurt you.

“So you’re saying that no one’s ever touched you like this before?” His voice coming out so rough.

You sob as his fingers stop dip into your folds finding your swollen clit. Your hips shoot up off the couch, your head tossed back, your nails digging into the couch. It was so powerful this feeling. His touch threatening to devour you.

You could barely get your voice out to respond, “N…no!” Tears streaming down your cheeks now, “I’ve never…ah…done that…before…ever!”

Aizawa closed his eyes, letting out a low growl as he dips a finger into you. God you were so freaking tight and just drenched! He feels you clamp down hard onto his finger, more of your honey coating his hand as another orgasm slams into you. Your hips shake and spasm as it rocks your body. He couldn’t believe with such a lewd body like this that no guy had ever experienced it. He was secretly thanking that goon in the back of his head.

He slips another finger into your tightness once your high dies down groaning at the feel of you squeezing his digits. He wanted to make sure you could handle him though. You were already way wet enough for him in fact you were like a river right now.

“My God you’re absolutely sexy, you know that?” You whimper underneath him, “I can’t believe I get the delight of experiencing this gorgeous body of yours all to myself.”

Your mind was completely gone by now. You just wanted relief. You wanted him to give it you. You couldn’t handle this anymore! Your body screamed for it!

“Pl…ah…please!” Tears rolling down your face, “Sh…shota!!”

You feel the hero above you tremble when he hears his first name leave your lips. How could he deny you any longer?

You feel emptiness when he removes his fingers from your dripping core. You could feel your walls clenching to be filled again. The sound of rustling fabric and a zipper don’t register to you at all as he removes his pants and under garments freeing his aching cock.

He’s so hard right now that it was pointed upwards at full attention with droplets of precum already collecting at the swollen head. He was huge! You could feel the throbbing intensify looking at him and if it wasn’t for the affects of Ryu’s quirk running through your body, you’d be terrified of the thing in front of you.

Your hand has a mind of its own as it reaches forward wrapping your fingers around the swollen organ. Aizawa groans and closes his eyes as your clumsy fingers dance up and down his length. Your pussy screaming for the thing to fill it and stretch it. To feel it nestled deep inside.

Aizawa growls as he grabs your arm pulling you onto his lap on the couch, his staff pressed up right against your slick folds of your sex. He bucks his hips a bit causing you to gasp. His strong hands grabbing your hips lifting you into the air. Your juices dripping down onto his throbbing need.

“Grab my shoulders and relax. I’ll be as gentle as possible,” his voice so rough as he slowly lines himself up to your entrance.

You brace yourself on his broad shoulders as you feel his tip probe you before you feel more of himself to follow. Almost agonizing, he slowly fills your tight pussy with his cock, trying to keep himself from just slamming you down onto it. You’re so freaking tight it’s almost painful as you slowly take him all the way to the base finally. A slight whimper of pain leaves your lips as you sit on his length. You could feel the tip already hitting the entrance of your womb.

“You’re so freaking tight, kitten!” He groans out giving his hips a test buck into yours earning a noise of pleasure, “I’m so happy I’m the first guy to feel this! I don’t wanna let it go! So hot and wonderful!”

His hips start angling up into yours causing an enormous amount of ecstasy to shoot through your body. No words are able to leave you as Aizawa starts to pound into you from below, hitting that spot inside you right off the bat. The sound of loud moans and slapping skin filling the room. You were shaking at the pure sensation that hit you from feeling his cock stretch your walls as he’d push into back into you then pulling out and doing it again. The relief washing over you almost made you choke.

‘This! This!’

Aizawa lets out the sexiest moan ever as he feels your heavenly cunts start to spasm already around him. Your juices making a mess of his lap. Watching the look of sheer bliss wash over your lovely face as you cum. The moans leaving your lips like music to his ears. You almost drag him over the edge with you.

Unable to control yourself any longer, you grab the back of the couch and start to eagerly fuck yourself on the Erasure hero’s throbbing length. His lips sucking and nipping on your exposed neck as you ride him with your head tossed back in euphoric delirium. The relief you had been begging him for so close! All kinds of lewd noises falling from your lips as you bounce up and down. Those big hands now gripping your hips helping you move.

You clench the back of the couch with your nails and almost sob uncontrollably as your walls begin to flutter around him again. He’s unable to stop himself at this point and continues to slam your spasming core down onto his dick. The squeals and screams of delight leaving you only spurred him on as his length continues to pound you through your climax. Your brain completely checked out at this point.

“T…too much! It’s too much!” You squeak out as he keeps pounding into your over sensitive hole.

One arm snakes around your waist as the other hand weaves its way into your h/c locks at the base of your skull, pulling your lips down for a heated kiss. At this point you both are too far gone to stop or care about anything else. All you knew is the relief you so desperately needed was so close now. You can feel him twitching inside you now and the quivering of your pussy signaling the your own climax.

“Sh…sh…Shota! Somethings coming!” You sob out desperately feeling yourself so close to tumbling over an even higher edge than before.

His hands plant themselves on your hips, giving them a warning squeeze. However, you couldn’t stop yourself. Your body moving on it’s own wanting to be thrown over that edge with him deeply buried inside you. The pro hero growls deeply in his chest, his fingers digging in now trying to still your movements.

“Oh God, kitten, you gotta…,” He growls again, fighting for control, “stop! I’m so close! You’re squeezing me so tight! God I’m gonna lose it! You gotta stop!”

The words didn’t register through your delirious state. Your body couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop until it had the relief it was so needing. Your hips begin to shake and your breath coming it in rapid moans as you feel yourself reaching the cliff.

“I…oh God…can’t stop!” You’re sobbing out, “Please! Oh God! Please Shouta! I need it! Please! I need you!”

The thread finally snaps and your walls tighten around his cock as you cum…hard!

“Oh…f…fuck!” Aizawa chokes out as you clamp around his dick, successfully sending him tumbling over with you. You feel his length spasm violently inside your quivering walls, filling you up with his very essence. The heat of his seed burning the inside of you walls as he shoots it deep inside of you. The sensation feels like a starving man drinking water almost as the relief of finally getting what you need hits you.

He’s still twitching inside you as you start to come down and lay your head on his heaving chest. Your hole still occasionally tightening around him as both your climaxes start to fade. Your combined fluids coating both your inner thighs and his pooling below on the couch along with subtle hints of red. You were no longer a virgin.

Both of you just sit there for what seems like forever, not saying anything, but still connected. You felt a wave of shame and guilt wash over you as reality started to creep in. Even though it was Ryu’s fault, you’d still practically raped a pro hero! Your face burning bright red as you bravely peek up at Aizawa’s face. His eyes were closed and his eye brows knitted together. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking about.

‘Is he going to arrest me now? Or think I’m some kind of whore? Or think now he can use me as a plaything?!’

Sensing your anxiety, he cracks his eyes open to look at you. He could see the panicked expression on your face. He reaches up and cups your cheek in his hand, your e/c orbs meeting his.

“Are you ok?” Worried he might’ve gotten too carried away.

You just nod, dumbfounded.

He gently and carefully lifts you off his lap, silently missing himself sheathed inside your heat. He feels a ping of guilt when he notices the remnants of blood giving fact that this had been your first time. He’d cursed himself for being so weak willed. He just couldn’t stand seeing you like that for some reason. It was harder to think of what would have happened if that creep had his way with you like this instead. He’d just met you, but it felt like you were this bit of light amongst the darkness he could cling to.

He feels panic rise up when he sees tears start to roll down your face. He must’ve really hurt you bad and really messed up big time. He couldn’t imagine how hard you must’ve fought all those thugs and creeps from having their war with you just to have a so called hero like him take it away.

“I’m…hiccup…so…sorry!” You cry. The sense of shame too much.

Your words stun him for a moment. He didn’t expect you to be apologizing to him! You’d been the victim in this after all!

“No! I should be sorry for doing that to you! I should’ve been able to control myself better,” he rubs your lower back trying to soothe you.

You felt this sudden wave of relief hit you. Maybe it was the shock of everything or your weird brain, but the guilt you felt fell away hearing that he felt responsible for this just as much as you did. Truth was, you didn’t regret losing your virginity to him. The whole thing felt pretty freaking amazing in fact. You could tell that Aizawa was a genuinely good guy.

Your tears finally stop, but the most shocked look paints his face when you start to laugh. Was this part of that damn Quirks effects? You give him a heartwarming big smile.

You gently cup his scruffy face in your palms and plant a kiss on his cheek earning a bewildered blush from the hero.

“It…it’s ok. I don’t blame you at all. If anything it’s that dumbass’s fault.” You reassure him, thankful it actually had been him instead of the scum bag, Ryu.

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Aizawa had helped you clean up and carefully got you dressed. He had treated you like you were this delicate thing in his hands, dressing you with such care. You felt very swore as you sat at the bar now as the paramedics looked you over.

The police had showed up when you two emerged from the back room. The Erasure hero handled the whole thing with an admirable calm attitude. Explaining that Ryu had “poisoned” you causing a high fever which he’d helped with first aide and his quirk. You really didn’t want to tell what ACTUALLY happened between the two of you for both your reputations sake. He’d be strung up in the pro hero world and you’d become the hero whore of the neighborhood targeted by thugs and such as an example.

The paramedics said you’d be fine and left the bar. You watched Aizawa talk to the police, his eyes occasionally darting at you. Your heart ached as you felt this gap form between you. There was no way anything good would come from this. He was a pro hero and you were technically an ex con/bar maid with a family criminal background. You didn’t want your poison to drag him down.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

You feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket. The caller id showed your brother’s name. Odd…did he hear about the altercation with Ryu and calling out of concern?

‘Unlikely…’

He usually called for two reasons; money or getting you to heal someone. You really weren’t in the mood to deal with his crap tonight. You hit the snooze button and shove your phone back into your pocket.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

It was him again. Your growl in annoyance as you answer the call. Ready to tear him a new one.

“Listen bro! I’m not in the mood for your bull…” You snap.

“Miss y/n?” An unfamiliar voice came from the other end causing your blood to freeze.

“My name is Overhaul. We have your big brother here at our social club,” You hear snickers in the background, “we’d like to invite you along to meet with us about his outstanding debt with us.”

You feel anger well up in you, “Well I’ll very much like to decline the invitation, thank you very much. I’m sorry, but I don’t have any money myself and I’m not able to do any healing this evening.”

You hear Overhaul laugh on the other end,” So cold! Aren’t you worried for your brother?”

“He should be used to getting a beating by now. It’s good to keep him from doing stupid shit like this again,” You bluntly spat out.

“Oh no Miss y/n. This time he’ll be killed,” Your heart drops when you hear a sickening snap on the other end of the line followed by your brother’s screams of agony.

“Please do reconsider the offer, will you? We could use a healer of your caliber…”

Your world from then on was completely turned upside down. Leading you down the path of death and sorrow.

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Okay! That’s it for part one! 😉 I really hope you enjoyed the story! Let me know if I should do part Two or not!! 👍👍👍

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Soaring Hearts

PART THREE

Author’s notes: Sorry it took so long for part three!! It’s finally here and I really hope you enjoy. Here hopefully this week, I’ll get my Aizawa story out and I’ll be working on both. 👍

Skies of Uncertainty

You sat at your bed, looking down at the card Hawks had given you a few nights ago. You thought you’d play hard to get and wait to call him, even though in reality, you wanted to call him the next day just to hear his voice. That also left you wondering what you two were exactly. It was obvious Hawks wanted it to be a more than one time thing, but exactly what? Where’d that leave you two? Fuck buddies? It made your heart ache to think that’s what he would want from you.

You didn’t want to just be some guys side piece even if it was Japan’s number two pro, you didn’t want to be another notch in his belt. Maybe that’s what he wanted? To brag about how he banged Endeavor’s niece? But he didn’t know you were his niece when you first met…did he?

You shook your head and shoved the card back into the top drawer of the night stand. It was already late. Maybe you’d call him tomorrow. Since the party, you had been busy getting to know your two other cousins Natsuo and Shoto. Tonight, you had dinner with them and Fuyumi. Uncle of course was off working late as usual from what you gathered from Fuyumi. It was really nice to get to know all of them and it made you feel less alone. Since your “dad” ditched, it was just you and mom for the longest time. However, she usually worked, so most of the time it was just you.

You’d only ever met your dad’s parents once and mom never mentioned hers, only your uncle occasionally. A year before you graduated high school, she’d gotten into an accident and passed away. Your best friend’s parents had been kind enough to let you live with them after she passed away and you used the insurance money she’d left behind to pay for your college. There has been an incident last semester and you were taking a bit of a break until you could face going back. This trip has actually really helped.

You stood up and stretched. You were already in your pajamas for the night; which was a oversized shirt and a pair a of comfortable shorty shorts. Shoto and Natsuo had already left back to school. Uncle was still gone, but you were told that was normal. Fuyumi worked in the morning, so she’d already turned in. You decided you wanted some air so you grabbed your sweater and headed outside.

You stepped out onto the back porch and took a deep breath. The cool air felt good on your skin. The moon was full in the sky above you, giving everything below a silver glow. You wondered what Hawks was up to right now. Your body heated up despite the cold air outside when you thought about the winged hero. What you two shared had been, well, amazing. Pretty amazing. It kind of scared you because when you were around him, it seemed all your self control just to go right out the window.

They way he made your heart skip when he was around. The way he made your body feel when he touched you. He made a side of you that you never knew existed come out and it kind of worried you because you didn’t want to end up getting hurt.

That’s when something out the corner of your eyes pulled you from your thoughts.

“Huh?” You reached up and snatched it from the air.

It was a red feather.

“I’m hurt, Sparrow, you never called me,” a voice came from above you.

You shield yourself from the sudden gust of wind. When you move your arm, there’s Hawks standing in the yard just a few feet from you. He was standing there with his usual grin on his face, hands stuffed in his pockets. You felt a lump form in your throat as you thought of the words to say to him.

“I…was…thinking about it,” You look down, afraid to look at him because you didn’t want to lose your composure.

“Oh?” You could hear the amusement in his voice, “Does the little sparrow have other men that catches her eye?”

You looked up at him now, the look on his face pissed you off for some reason. Like he was laughing at you on the inside.

‘Ok, fine. I’ll play.’

“Maybe I do.” You weave your fingers together behind your back.

You wanted to tease him for once,” You aren’t the only bachelor pro hero out there ya know. I’ll let you know that I’m quite the catch.”

Suddenly the look in Hawks eyes changed and his smile disappeared. He started taking long strides towards you and the look on his face made you freeze like a deer caught in a set of headlights. He steps up onto the porch and stops a few inches from you. You are determined to hold your ground and don’t move at all when he gets close to you. Your breath catches a little when he reaches up and cups your cheek in his gloved hand, but you hold your ground.

His thumb brushes your lower lip, “Have these “other” men heard this sparrow sing like I have?”

You feel your face get hot and feel your voice catch in your throat. Your e/c eyes get caught in his gaze. The look behind them was dark and unreadable. It made your whole body involuntarily shudder. He brings his lips just a breath away from yours, his eyes keeping yours captive. His hand moving into your hair, his fingers weaving themselves into your h/c locks. That look in his eyes giving him away as the predatory creature he actually was.

You feel yourself being guided backwards until your back comes into contact with the cold wall. Hawks slowly teases you as he runs his lips slightly over yours, holding you in place. His breath was hot against your lips. You could hear your own heartbeat loudly in your ears.

It seems like an eternity before he finally kisses you. He gently nibbles at your lips until he gives your hair a tug earning him a gasp from you and entry into your mouth. This kiss was much more aggressive than his usual ones. His tongue exploring every crevice as his hand and body keeps you anchored there so you can’t run away. You feel yourself being swept away and grip the front of his jacket in an attempt to keep yourself rooted.

Hawks finally breaks the kiss, giving you a chance to catch your breath. You lay your head on his shoulder, trying to steady yourself, and Hawks gently strokes your hair. His warmth felt so nice. You’d forgotten what it felt like to just be held by another person since your mom died.

“I guess I gotta step up my game then if I’m gonna keep the sparrow’s attention, aren’t I?” Hawks says breaking the silence hanging between you.

You look up at him with a questioning look on your face. Hawks pats your head and laughs. The look on your face was priceless. He places his hands onto your shoulders and puts a little distance between you two. You shiver because without his warmth, the cold air returns. You feel a bit disappointed at his retreat.

“How about you and I go on a date tomorrow?” He puts a hand on the back of his neck, looking a bit embarrassed.

‘Did he…just ask me out? On a date?’

You studied his face for a moment. He actually looked pretty adorable at that moment. One hand on the back of his neck, the other stuffed in a pocket, as he avoided your gaze with a slight blush on his cheeks. Was he worried you’d turn him down? You couldn’t help yourself. You started to bust out laughing.

Hawks looked at you with a shocked look on his face. That obviously wasn’t the reaction he was expecting from you. You couldn’t help it though, he’d just looked too cute. Like a middle schooler asking the girl he liked out.

You wiped the tears from your eyes from laughing and smiled at him warmly, “Sure, I’d love to.”

You weren’t exactly sure what this was between the two of you. However, it was obvious that Hawks wanted to get to know you and you wanted to know more about him. You wanted to see where this was heading.

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You stood there glaring at the arrangement of clothes on your bed. You hadn’t been on a date since high school and you had no clue what to wear. You had no clue where or what Hawks had planned for today. He had asked you out and told you he’d be picking you up this evening.

When you mentioned a “date” to Fuyumi, you didn’t mention who though, she squealed and insisted on doing your hair and nails before she went to work. She’d done a simple but cute side French braid that trailed all the way down resting on your shoulder. Your fingers were neatly trimmed and painted a light f/c. Even though they were relatively small changes, you felt odd because even though you did take care of yourself, you didn’t get too into painting your nails or learning cutesy hairstyles for dates.

Your living budget was always tight and since you were old enough, you at least held a part time job because mom had insisted you focus on school. She’d work her butt off to make sure you had funds for college and pushed you everyday to do your best. Dating was something that was absolutely not allowed.

“You’ll just end up knocked up by a dead beat and left alone,” You remember her telling you constantly.

Maybe that’s another reason you’d avoided dates like this. The other was your ex from high school who’d convinced you to go all the way with him on one of your dates. You actually didn’t remember the whole thing very well, it was a bit fuzzy. He’d taken you to a party and you remember waking up the next day with blood stains on your panties and a pounding head ache.

When you saw him again at school, he’d inform you of what’d happen and then a week later, broke up with you because of your lack of “experience”. It had left you bitter with the whole romance thing. You’d thrown out the idea of becoming a hero to mom, but she freaked out. That’s when she’d talk about your uncle and acting a little crazy. You really did want to help people, but your flames were mediocre at best. Especially compared to your uncle’s and cousin’s.

The best you could do was entertain. You’d figured out that you were able to make little things like small animals, birds, insects, shapes, etc. Actually, as a kid you used to make this sparrow you’d once seen out your window for the neighborhood kids. That was before you’d moved to America though, your only memory of your birth place you had. The memory was pretty vague though since you weren’t even in grade school yet back then.

Since then, you had moved and lived a life over seas. Your only ties were here in Japan. That’s why you came here because you were afraid you’d just drift away back there. You thought coming here would help focus you and you could see where your life could lead you. That’s partly why you’d done what you did with Hawks and why you were here now…staring down a lineup of outfits in front of you.

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You stood at the park Hawks said he’d meet you at, leaning against a tree in the shade.

11:52 a.m.

You were a little early. You’d chosen a pink, grey, and black plaid baby doll dress with long sleeves that came down to your knees. Since it was still pretty cool outside, you’d worn a pair of black stockings, your light grey knee high boots, and a gray sweater. Even though you weren’t adverse to wearing them, bright colors weren’t your usual thing. The whole thing looked really cute though especially with the hairstyle Fuyumi did. You even put on a little makeup.

You tried to look nonchalant while waiting, looking down at your phone occasionally peeking over to see if you could see him. The park was pretty empty with the occasional distant sight of couples walking around. Even though the sun was out, the air was rather cold still. You were sure that during spring, this place was booming with many more plants and people.

“Hey!” You look up and see Hawks running towards you with a hand up.

He wasn’t wearing his usual hero attire instead he was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans along with a brown leather jacket. He had his visor folded and hanging off his shirt like it was a normal pair of sunglasses. I mean how else could he fly around without anything getting in his eyes? None the less, you liked seeing this “casual” Hawks. He stops just a foot from you and gives you his usual grin.

“My bad! Waiting here long?” He beamed.

You shake your head, “Not at all. I just got here a few minutes ago myself.”

He reaches out without warning and gently plucks your braid hanging off your shoulder. He brings the braid to his lips and smiles. You feel your face heat up immediately.

“My, someone sure looks even cuter than normal today,” He eyes your appearance noticing the difference. Even though the other night, you’d been wearing that dress, done up to the nines, today it seemed you looked even more beautiful. Maybe it was because he knew that you’d put this effort in just for him. Seeing that usual blush of yours paint your face, He couldn’t help himself and leaned in bridging the gap between your lips.

He left you breathless when he took a slight step back and smiled down at you. You looked so sweet with flushed cheeks, half opened eyes, and cherry red lips. Hawks had to take a few deep zen breaths to keep from ravaging you right then and there.

He cleared his throat, “How about we go get something sweet? There’s an awesome crepe stand just a little ways from here!”

Your heart nearly stops when he reaches for your hand and starts leading the way. His hand was so big and warm. You felt your chest burn as his fingers easily weaves themselves with yours. You couldn’t help but smile at him when he looked back at you.

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You stood there from afar, watching Hawks at the crepe stand chatting up a storm and posing for a few pictures. Honestly, you’d thought he’d be more crowded than just the few couples gushing over him. You felt a ping of jealousy when this one girl had herself as pressed up against him as she could, her boyfriend standing a few feet away with a look of distaste on his face. You sympathized with the guy because you kind of felt the same way. Someone who cared about pressed up against someone who didn’t know.

‘Wait…what?’

You shook your head. You kept telling yourself that this was all just fun, even if he’d call this a date, you really couldn’t take him seriously. You’d heard about his rep with women and even though you were open to getting to know him, it was more an attempt to make the eventual parting less of a “fling” in your head than in reality.

‘You don’t have any right to be jealous, y/n!’

Suddenly something tugging on your sweater pulled you from your thoughts. Looking down, you see a tiny adorable little girl clinging to your sweater looking up at you with huge puppy eyes.

“You’re…not mommy…” She sobbed out as her eyes filled with fresh tears.

She couldn’t have been more than 3 years old. Her brown hair done in a set of braided pigtails; she was wearing a mint green frilly dress with a dark green sweater. She must’ve gotten separated from her mom. She was clinging something with one arm under her sweater that looked like some kind of toy if you had to guess. The other arm was wiping away tears after tears as she cried.

‘Poor thing.’

You crouch down to her level and reach out to pat her head gently to soothe her, “Hey cutie pie, did you lose your mom?”

She just nodded as the tears continued to fall.

“Hey it’s ok. Don’t cry! We’ll find her!” You try to comfort her but she continues to cry.

“I leave you for just a few minutes and you’re making cute little kids cry? You really are like your uncle.” Hawks laughs as he approaches with two treats in each hand.

“She must’ve lost her mom. She mistook me for her I think,” You say as you stroke her head.

Hawks smiles his charming smile of his and comes over,” Hey princess, don’t cry we’ll find your mom.”

However, the girl cries even louder. Her other hand shoots up to catch the tears. The toy she’d had tucked away, fell to the ground. You were shocked to see it was a chibi stuffed Endeavor toy. You could hear Hawks trying to stifle his laughter.

“Oh so you’re an Endeavor fan!” You beam at her and pick her toy off the ground.

Suddenly the crying stops and she gingerly takes the toy from you. She meekly nods her head at you, hugging it to her chest.

“I…like him…cause…he…’as a fwire quirk like me…” she squeaks out.

You smile big at her, “oh so you have a fire quirk? Me too!”

You lift a hand up and close your eyes to concentrate. You feel the burning of the flames on the palms of your hands as they start to manifest. The girl is standing there in awe when you manifest a tiny little sparrow with your flames. She squeals excitedly as it flutters around in the air, landing on the ground hoping in front of her. For the first time, a smile is planted all over her cute little face. Hawks is just standing there in awe as well as he watches you entertain the little girl with your quirk. Something about it seemed familiar.

“‘Mazing! It a bwirdie!!” She giggles.

“Yuki!!”

You look up and see a woman running towards you with a panicked look on her face.

“Mommy!”

The girl runs towards her mom and leaps into her arms. You can see the relief wash over her mom as she soothes her little girl. You remember when you were little, your mom would comfort you that way. After dad left though, she’d gotten a little bitter and pushed you away a bit. You understood why, but it still hurt.

The woman thank you two for looking after her little girl. The girl beams at you as she leaves with her mom, waving back at you two as they go to leave the park. You and Hawks then sit at a fountain nearby, eating your crepes. You laugh a little as Hawks looks kind of like a kid how he eats his, getting a little cream on his cheek.

“So you have a fire quirk like your uncle and cousin?” He asks after he swallows a bite.

You shake your head, “No, mine isn’t nearly that impressive. My flames are tiny and I can only manifest them as things. Like the bird, but nothing really bigger than a cat.”

“I see. What was your dad’s quirk? I assume your mom had a flame quirk as well being the big guy’s sister and all.” He took another bite, looking at you.

“My dad a power type, so he worked a lot of construction jobs, but he had a bit of a problem with showing up or getting into drunken fights,” You pause thinking back on those days, “He’d stolen some money from one of those jobs, beat up his boss, and ditched me and mom.”

He’d nearly killed the guy. You remember coming home from junior high and the police at your apartment. They’d told you and mom about what he’d done and asked if you’d know anything. Of course neither one of you knew that he was twenty thousand in the red, on drugs, and had a mistress on the side. He’d taken off with her somewhere and abandoned you. You both had to eventually move to another town because of the stigma.

You stand up and go to throw your wrapper away then sit back down next to the hero, “Me and mom were left alone. She took on odd jobs to pay for things and when I was old enough, I started working part time.”

Hawks finished his dessert and looked up at you with sad eyes, “You said your mom passed away a few years ago, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, she’d gotten into an accident on her way home from work one day. A villain had rampaged, people panicked, and another car struck my moms.”

You bit back your tears. You remember seeing her on that slab. Crying. Begging for her not to leave you alone. The fear and anxiety of not knowing your future.

You feel a warm hand on your face and you look up to meet the hero’s eyes. They were warm and kind. It made your heart ache to look into those eyes because that was the first time you’d seen that look in them. Like he somehow knew your pain.

You give him a reassuring smile and reach over to wipe the cream on his cheek. You see a tiny blush on his cheeks before he clears his throat, clearing the air between you.

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You spent the rest of the day exploring the park. Hawks informed you that this was a park strictly for heroes and their families so citizens weren’t allowed because they tended to crowd the hero. Hence this was considered a safe haven for the pro hero lot. He mentioned though, that sometimes a cocky villain would try and start trouble.

“But security is top notch! No worries!” He reassured you.

There were several food venders all over, of course he’d go grab something for himself. Convincing you to take a bite here and there. There was a koi fish pond and performers every so often. The place was really impressive. The whole day was really fun and you sincerely enjoyed yourself with him.

Before you knew it, the sun was already starting to set. The few people in the park started slowly withdrawing. The venders closed and the air was getting cold. Your sweater was no longer enough to keep it at bay and you shivered a bit, but Hawks gentlemanly once again gave up his coat. You were a bit sad that the day had come to an end. You really enjoyed being with Hawks. It felt comfortable and safe. It’d been awhile since you felt that way with anyone.

“I guess we should get going, yeah?” Hawks looks over at you and notices the sad look in your eyes.

He didn’t really relax around people, but you were different. You didn’t fawn all over him for being the number two hero or try to con anything from him. You talked to him like an everyday person and were the sweetest person he’d ever met. It seemed to him, that you enjoyed being with him for him and he really did enjoy being around you. Not only that, you drove him absolutely crazy and had been attracted to you from the first moment he’d laid eyes on you. Seeing the goon grabbing at you like that, had really pissed him off.

Then when you’d just taken off the next day after you’d spent the night… Really pissed him off… And then again when you didn’t call him… Then hearing there might be other men…

“Ya know, Sparrow…” His low voice sending tingles down your spine.

He looks at you with a predatory look in his eyes, “I never did punish you for not giving me a call.”

You gulp, “I, uh, said I was sorry.”

He gives you a smile that sends electricity throughout your body. He easily picks you up and carries you off to a secluded part of the park, deeper into the tree line. He sets you down, pressing your back against a tree, and claims your lips in a heated kiss. His fingers traveling over your clothes exploring the curves of your body.

“Ya even said there were other men…” His growls between kisses, not leaving you a chance to speak.

He grinds his clothed hips against yours, drawing a gasp from you. His fingers dancing at your thighs, slowly itching higher. You cry out against his mouth when he forcibly presses two fingers between your thighs. Teasing you through the fabric of your panties and stockings. You felt your legs shake at how aggressive he was being.

He crashes his lips down onto yours again, forcing his tongue into your mouth. He was usually so gentle, but this time he was being more forceful. Like he was…

“Do those other guys get you worked up like this as well?” He growls out, nipping your neck. Pressing his fingers harder between your legs making any words impossible to form.

‘Is he angry?’

“H…Hawks!!” You gasp as he bites your neck just below your ear, sending pain and pleasure surging through you, then hearing the sound of tearing fabric. He’d torn the fabric of your tights between your legs and upper thighs. You could feel the cold air on your now exposed skin. Your soaking wet panties not helping the cold situation.

His golden eyes, dark with desire lock with yours as he drops down to his knees, easily hoisting you up so both your legs are on each shoulder. His eyes glaring at your soaking wet panties before him. He could feel your legs quivering on his shoulders.

He leaned forward, his hands firmly placed at your hips, and used a small feather to pull the offending fabric aside, exposing your soak folds. He lapped your entrance teasingly with his tongue. Your hips instinctively buck in his firm grasp.

“Do those guys get to taste you like this?” Hawks agonizingly dips his tongue into your folds, tasting your sweet honey on his tongue. You shake your head no, biting your lower lip to keep from crying out. Again and again, each time dipping ever so deeper into your heat until you could feel his tongue lightly grazing your clit. Your legs start to tremble on his shoulders.

“Your honey tastes amazing, Sparrow,” his tongue circling your swollen bud. You were sobbing against your hands now at the assault. Hawks watched your face as his tongue slides inside you. Tears now streaming down your face. He could hear the cries and moans you were muffling behind your hands. Your shaking thighs squeezing his head.

“Come on, Sparrow, I don’t know if this feels good or not if you don’t make any noise,” he shoves two fingers into your core, catching you by surprise,” Let me hear you sing.”

His lips go back to lapping at your clit as he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you roughly. The attack causes your hands to fly down from your mouth, grabbing his head. Digging your nails into Hawks scalp causing him to growl into your dripping cunt. Your voice betraying you as sobs and moans of pleasure come out.

You can feel your peak building, but something didn’t feel right about this. Hawks was angry. Did he really take your teasing seriously?! You feel your eyes sting as his fingers pound into you at a brutal pace. His tongue teasing you towards your peak, but then denying you your release.

‘Was he really jealous?’

“P…please…” You manage to cry out just wanting this to end.

“What’s the rush? Another guy have a turn with this tight pretty pussy of yours?” You sob as the tips of his fingers push deeper into you. That thread threatening to break any second.

You shake your head, fresh tears covering your face, “N…noo…that’s…hiccup…not…”

You toss your head back feeling your whole body start to violently shake all over.

“K…keigo!” Your voice quivers out.

Hawks blinks up at you for a second then grins, “Naughty sparrow, alright I’ll give in and be nice.”

His lips suck on your clit as his fingers hit your g spot finally snapping the thread in you. The climax shook you violently as you dug your nails into the hero’s blond hair. You clamped down so tight on his fingers, he could no longer move them, but his tongue kept your high going.

When the whole thing was over and you relaxed a bit, he careful pulled the digits from you. That’s when a droplet of water fell onto the palm of his hand. Then another. And another. The winged hero looked up at your face, to see you sobbing controllably. The sight was like a dagger in his chest and a wave of guilt came over him.

“Y…hiccup…you’re…so…s…stupid!” You sob out, not able to stop.

Hawks gently lowers you to the ground, still holding onto you to help support your weak legs. You continue to cry, trying to wipe the river of tears.

“Like…hiccup…I…could…hiccup…think of doing this…hiccup… with anyone else?!” You cry out not able to stop the words from coming out along with fresh tears.

The hero gives you a pained apologetic expression, rubbing the back of his head with one hand.

“Oh boy, I…” He looks down avoiding eye contact.

“You’re…hiccup…such an…hiccup…idiot!!” You yell as you weakly punch the pro hero in the chest between sobs.

“Ow! Ow! Ok! Ok! I’m an idiot!” Hawks puts his hands up as a sign of defeat against your attacks.

The last punch barely taps his chest before your first just sits there. Hawks wraps his arms around you and brings your head against his chest, “I’m sorry…”

You cry into his chest for a few minutes longer as he just holds you. His red wings shielding the two of you making reality falling away. He whispers soothing words to you and gently strokes your hair as your sobs finally die down. His chin gently resting on top of your head. He’d really gone too far. He couldn’t control himself thinking about the possibility of any guy but him seeing that side of you. He usually wasn’t the jealous type, but there was something in him that just came out with you that he couldn’t explain.

He’d been drawn to you like a moth to a flame that day he met you. He’d felt protective of you and mostly rushed to your aide out of instinct. He’d felt genuine loss when he’d thought he’d never see you again. Anytime he was near you, he couldn’t control himself. Not that he really has self control. With you though. It was different and he wanted to see why. He’d actually planned on not doing that with you today, but his own thoughts got the best of him and he made you cry.

He cupped your cheeks in each hand and wiped your tears with his thumbs. Bringing your forehead to rest against his as he continues to apologize.

“You ok?” He whispers to you. You weakly nod your head.

He gives you a gentle peck on the lips, “I’m so sorry, y/n.” He says again.

“I’m not like that. I can’t just be intimate with someone I don’t like,” You tell him, not realizing your own words.

Hawks smiles and rubs his nose against yours, “So that means you like me?”

You feel your cheeks burn when you remember what you just said. You gulp nervously, not sure what to say.

“Y/n.” Hawks whispers against your lips and you meet his blazing golden orbs.

His lips so close to yours, “Do you like me?”

Your heart almost stops and your mouth opens before you could even register it opening, “yes…”

His lips cover yours, but much more gentle than before. You both cling to each other as you kiss over and over again. Your lips connecting together each time for desperate than the last.

When they part, Hawks wraps his arms around your waist, “Hold onto me really tight, okay?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, then gasp when there’s a sudden gust of wind and you’re lifted off the ground. You instinctively bury your face into his chest, feeling a chuckle rumble from the hero. It was a few moments before you were brave enough to peek an eye open. The view you saw was breath taking, you could see the entire park and beyond that the city which looked tranquil from up here.

The sun was just a hint on the horizon and all the lights below were lighting up taking your breath away. It was amazing! Your heart was pounding, but you weren’t afraid at all. Hawks held onto you as you both took off and flew over the twinkling lights of ground below.