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คTL;DR: Pro Heroes have big dicks. Go figure.
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It was the third time Mina asked if the car had gotten any closer to your destination, and the answer was the same as it was ten minutes ago.
"No, Mina. Hotel's not for another hour," you answered, somehow keeping your cool.
Probably had to do with the fact you had your hands on the steering wheel, had eaten nothing but a stale donut, and a carpool who wouldn't shut the fuck up.
The only reason you were going was because Mina got two tickets to some fancy bar in Tokyo. One of the major cities in Japan known for big hero agencies, and equally known for it's problematic crime record.
Good thing one of you had a hero license. Mina's agency was back in Musutafu, and of course she'd forgotten her heels so she needed to buy a new pair. Just another thing to add on her shopping list once the both of you finally made it.
Mina scrolled through her phone, the bright light illuminating off her face. She perked up when someone familiar landed on her feed.
"Well shit, guess boom boy will be there after all."
Mina flipped her phone over, and you glanced for just a second at what she was talking about.
It was a news channel making hype for Pro Hero: Dynamight making a showing at Aka no Tenshi for a potential buy out of the place.
"He's buying a bar?" you snorted, facing the road once more.
Mina snickered. "Nah, the media's just saying that because the owner's running the place to shit. Why'd you think they invited me?"
"Cause the owner thinks your hot."
"NO! Because they're trying to create publicity with pro heroes, girl! Jesus, I ain't sleeping with no raggedly-ass grandpa. Bet his dick is small, anyway."
You laughed, having to take a steadying breath before you swerved this Chevy off the road.
Once you two made it, you checked into the hotel, showered, and went to bed. The next night, you two stepped into a dark room.
The bar was bathed in warm amber light, the kind that softened sharp edges and made everything look more expensive than it probably was.
Dark walnut wood lined the walls, polished to a mirror shine beneath hanging brass fixtures. Shelves of liquor stretched from floor to ceiling behind the counter, illuminated by a soft golden glow that turned crystal bottles into stained glass. Every label looked carefully placed, every glass spotless.
The air carried hints of cedar, citrus, and expensive cologne.
Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the Tokyo skyline, neon signs and skyscraper lights reflecting across the polished black marble bar top. The city glittered beyond the glass like a sea of stars.
Low jazz drifted through hidden speakers, blending with the quiet murmur of conversation. Nobody raised their voice here. Patrons lounged in velvet booths and leather chairs, sipping cocktails that looked more like works of art than drinks.
Gold accents trimmed everythingโfrom the foot rails beneath the bar to the geometric patterns worked into the ceiling.
It was luxurious without being flashy, the sort of place that didn't need to brag about its price tag because everyone walking through the doors already knew they could afford it.
At the center of it all stood the bar itself: a sweeping curve of black marble and dark wood, glowing beneath soft pendant lights like the heart of the entire room.
Bartenders moved with practiced precision, shaking cocktails, pouring whiskey, and sliding crystal glasses across the counter with effortless grace.
The whole place felt less like a bar and more like a carefully guarded secret hidden above the city.
"Huh," you hummed. "Honestly? I'm underwhelmed."
"For real," Mina agreed. "I could've gotten wine coolers fancier than this at back at home."
Your eyes squinted as you noticed something, though...
Almost everyone in here was a pro hero. Not the big, popular ones. The ones you'd see on the street almost on a day-to-day basis.
Wow. This place was really trying to save its ass.
They didn't even look like they wanted to be here, either.
"We should dip," you suggested.
"No, I want free drinks!" Mina insisted. "C'mon, let's just find a good spot. Plus a friend is here and I wanna see him."
You gave Mina a knowing look as she led you over to a booth with a good view of the city.
"You mean your boyfriend? Girl, you've been drooling all over his feed since we got here."
"One, he's not my boyfriend, we just fuck occasionally," Mina corrected. "Two, have you seen that man? Cause let me tell you, once you get a taste of that pro hero dick, you can't back."
You didn't know what her obsession was with men with big dicks, but you didn't stop her. Just let her yap about how she'd let Red Riot bulldoze her into next week if he could.
You never really understood it since, well, she was also a pro hero. You'd been in the shadows of famous people, and honestly it was overrated.
So you just stuck by Mina. She was down to Earth and kept it real, so you didn't mind when she got in her little.... episodes.
"Well, guess the rumors were true," Mina muttered.
You were halfway into your drink when you followed her line of sight and landed on a man in a black jumpsuit with blond, choppy bangs and red eyes that could pierce the soul. The large orange "X" across his jumpsuit made you choke on your drink.
"Oh my god... that's Dynamight?!" you exclaimed in a hushed whisper.
You've seen him before, but it was always on TikTok or Youtube, even Facebook sometimes. But seeing him in real life... social media didn't do him justice.
He was tall, and muscular. His back muscles and biceps protuded from the fabric, making it look tight and form fitting. His heavy duty combat boots lightly thudded against the wood floor with every step. And in his hand was a drink with a piece of Starfruit in it, looking almost like his mask.
His eyes landed on Mina, and a flicker of familiarity dawned on his face.
"Well shit... here I was thinking we were the only ones who came to this fuck fest," he scoffed as he approached.
"Katsuki!" Mina greeted with a bubbly smile. "Hey, man. Heard you were about to do a Bruce Wayne on the place."
So that was his name, huh?
Beside Katsuki was another tall man with red, spiky hair, and sharp shark-like teeth. His costume, however, was much less modest.
"Hey, babygirl," Kirishima purred as he strolled up to Mina almost immediately. "How's life treatin' ya?"
You only knew Kirishima because you caught him and Mina in your apartment fucking on your goddamn couch.
He still owed you a new one, too.
Mina pulled Kirishima into a kiss, and Kirishima wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Teehee~ I'm doing much better now. These drinks aren't strong enough, though."
"Yeah, I figured that out after my first few glasses of whiskey. Not even buzzed. Either they're watering shit down or serving fake stuff."
Katsuki scrunched his nose at the sight of the kiss and turned away to look at something else.
That something else being you.
"The fuck is this, huh?" he grunted
"Don't be rude, Explosion Boy," Mina huffed, escaping Kirishima's grip to wrap an arm around you instead. "This is my bestie! Her name is Y/n."
Kirishima rubbed a hand behind his head, pointedly avoiding your gaze. "Still mad, Y/n?"
"Extremely," you replied almost instantly.
Katsuki, not trying to figure out what was being referred, scowled at Mina.
"You still callin' me that fuckin' nickname?! It's been what? Five fuckin' years since we graduated?"
"Yeah, but it pisses you off, and you look funny when you're pissed off, so BLEH!" Mina stuck her tongue out a Katsuki before pulling Kirishima's arm.
"C'mon, I heard there was a dance floor somewhere."
Kirishima, awkward but still willing to attempt at Mina's version of fun, allowed himself to be dragged. "Oh? Alright. But you know I can't dance for shit, right?"
Mina rolled her eyes. "Just grind against my ass or something, doesn't have to be complicated, Ei."
Kirishima blinked, a stupid grin spreading across his face. "Well shit, don't gotta ask me twice, baby."
You and Katsuki watched as they disappeared off to God knows where.
"Those two are shameless as hell," you muttered.
"Yeah, well, you don't gotta live with one of 'em," Kastuki grunted.
You looked up at him. "Wait, you live with Red Riot? I thought you owned a penthouse in Osaka."
"That's a fuckin' bullshit rumor the press spread!" Katsuki growled. "And besides, it's not in Osaka. It's here in Tokyo."
Oh, so you do have a penthouse.
"Wow. Real fuckin' humble, huh?"
Katsuki scoffed. "Humble is for broke people and people with low-ass self esteem. No fuckin' point in pretending you aren't what you are."
A smile tugged at your lips. "Oh yeah? And what are you? As asshole?"
"Rich asshole," Katsuki corrected. His eyes held a glint of pride, along with never ending smugness. Like he was proud to be an asshole or something.
It almost made you forget that you were, indeed, having a conversation with the number five hero in all of Japan.
And as if to further prove his point, he shoved a hand in his pocket and pulled out a Dynamight-themed wallet.
The thing was fat, barely able to close without a bit of force.
He pulled out a thick stack of yen and gestured for you to follow, tucking the wallet back into his pocket.
"C'mon. Good shit is upstairs, not down here."
You blinked. "Huh? Oh! Yeah, okay!"
๐โ โน 30 Minutes Later~
"So.. you never answered my question," you hummed.
You both found a balcony that overlooked the city.
Below, Tokyo glowed beneath the night sky.
Neon signs splashed color across the streets while streams of headlights wound between towering buildings.
People moved along the sidewalks in endless waves, their voices blending with distant traffic and the occasional hum of a hero patrol overhead.
The city never seemed to stop moving. Even at this hour, it was alive.
"'Bout what?" Katsuki prompted, his words a little slurred. Guess the drinks were finally working.
You weren't too far off, either.
"About living with Kirishima. You two actually live together?"
Katsuki groan, setting his glass aside. "Nah, he lives some other fuckin' idiot. You heard of Chargebolt, right?"
You squinted your eyes, trying to dig through your drunk brain before snagging on the name.
"Yeah, the electricity guy? Gets that stupid fuckin' face when he overuses his quirk."
"He does look fuckin' stupid!" Katsuki barked. "Cause he's been a fuckin' idiot ever since high school. And he thinking fuckin' with Earphone Jack will solve all his problems."
You stared at Katsuki for a moment as he took another swig of his drink.
"That was... oddly personal," you muttered.
He glanced at you before scrubbing a hand over his face.
"Fuck... Well, I must be drunk, then," he muttered.
You tapped your finger against the glass table. This got super awkward super fast. You didn't know the guy well, either, so conversation topics were out the window.
But you weren't about to let the number five walk away so easily.
You barely got to talk to heroes in such a casual setting like this besides Mina and Kirishima.
It was a change of pace to see the different layers these heroes had besides what the news showed.
Then, an idea. A stupid thought that was probably more Mina and the margarita in your hand than yourself came along, and you were too drunk to filter it out in time.
"So, is it true what they say?" you asked, tilting your head.
Katsuki raised a tipsy brow at you. "Eh?"
"About how pro heroes have big dicks?"
"Who the fuck says that?"
You shrugged, gesturing with a finger. "All over."
Katsuki scoffed. "First time I ever fuckin' heard it."
"So... it's not true, then?"
Katsuki went quiet and stared at you, as if contemplating if he was sober enough to answer that. Cause for all he knew, you'd blab about it all over social media.
But he had already gotten drunk in front of you and gave away a bit of his past. Any harm done was already set in motion at this point.
"What, you wanna find out or somethin'?
A tint of red dusted your cheeks. You didn't expect to get that far.
Katsuki leaned forward, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Now hold on a fuckin' second. You ask to see if my dick is big, and then when I take you up on the offer, you get fuckin' cold feet?"
"I didn't ask if your dick was big!" you exclaimed, probably louder than you realized. "I just asked if what they say is true!"
"That pro heroes have big dicks?" Katsuki scoffed. "Well, I don't know about everyone else, Sparkles, but I'm a shower. Not a teller."
You pulled out your phone and looked into your reflection. Your quirk was active, probably because you were drunk and flustered.
A hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled your phone away from your face.
"Oi. It's rude to be on your phone when someone's talkin' to you."
He was closer. Much closer than necessary. Yet you didn't pull your hand back.
"It's also rude to grab a woman's wrist," you countered.
Katsuki didn't even flinch, it just rolled off him like dust.
"It's also rude to ask a guy you don't know if he's packin' down there."
That look on your face, a look of absolute, flustered defeat, did something to Katsuki's brain.
He's never seen someone look... genuinely cute before.
Most just looked stupid as fuck.
Those big eyes, parted lips, unsure of what to do...
"Well?" he prompted. "Gonna finish that fuckin' sentence?"
You averted your eyes. "You're an asshole."
That pulled a smirk on Katsuki's lips.
Like you'd just given him the highest form of praise he could receive.
He knew he was an asshole.
He also knew that he had an affect on you that you were trying, and failing, to ignore.
"I'm a winner," he corrected, again. "And I don't back down from challenge. Question is... what are you?"
You finally looked at him again, no longer flustered, but genuinely frowning at him.
How dare he make you contemplate your existence in a drunken haze?
"You gonna back down?" he asked. "Or you gonna finish what you started and find out yourself?"
That's how you ended up at his penthouse later that night.
You shot Mina a quick text on the drive there.
Y/n 11:30PM: Leaving. I'll come back to the hotel in the morning.
Pinky 11:35PM: Ooo, KK! I'll make sure to clean up the room before you get back!
"How the hell are you friends with Raccoon Eyes anyway?" Katsuki commented.
You raised a brow at him. "She paid for my college tuition, so..."
Katsuki hummed in acknowledgement, unlocking the door with a flick of his wrist. "She's always been a social butterfly. But then she likes to drag her friends into my damn life all the time."
"Oh, so I'm not the first girl you've brought to your place?" you teased.
"You're the first to get this far. Usually I just leave them with the bill if they're annoying as fuck."
"Tsk. Fans aren't into that shit, anyway."
Which was true. Dynamight wasn't necessarily popular with the ladies because of his restaurant etiquette.
You both stepped in to a surprisingly clean penthouse suite.
Floor-to-ceiling windows lined one wall, offering a breathtaking view of Tokyo's glittering skyline.
Warm lighting reflected off polished hardwood floors, while sleek modern furniture filled the open living space without making it feel crowded.
A plush sectional sat facing a massive television, and a glass coffee table rested atop a soft cream-colored rug.
The kitchen blended seamlessly into the room, its marble countertops and stainless-steel appliances looking expensive enough to belong in a magazine.
Beyond the living area, a hallway led to several bedrooms, each door painted in dark wood that matched the rest of the suite's elegant design.
Everything felt spacious, quiet, and far more luxurious than you had expected.
Katsuki didn't stop at any of it, just started taking his hero costume off.
"Wait, what're you doing?"
He flashed a look of irritation at you as he unbuckled his utility belt.
"What? You're here to see my dick, right?"
"What, you can't pour me a fuckin' glass of wine first?"
"And fuck you up even more?" he scoffed. "You already have three Lemon Drops and fuckin' Peach Margarita. Now you want me to pour you a glass?"
You tapped your fingers together, a pout on your lips. "I mean... just nice house manners."
He shrugged his utility belt off and let it drop to the floor, moving deeper into the living room. Next were his boots. Then his top.
You were here to see his dick. Here he was stripping all the way down.
Maybe he was still a little buzzed.
Slowly, you followed him and took a seat on the couch. He stepped in front of you, hands on the waistband of his pants, and met your gaze.
"You know we can stop, right?"
You looked up at him and smirked. "Oh, getting cold feet, are we?"
His eyes narrowed, clearly taking offense to the challenge.
And then, he pulled them down.
Jesus Christ, he was big. Six or Seven inches at most flaccid. Just made you imagine what it'd look like when it got hard.
Did it get longer? Thicker? Did the veins protrude?
"Why the fuck you starin' at it like that?"
You tore your gaze away from his penis and met his red glare.
"Like you're analyzing it. It's a dick, not a rocket or some shit. Nothin' special about it."
You couldn't help the laugh. The guy was just so.... himself.
"I just... wasn't expecting to get this far."
That made him tilt his head. "Why'd you ask if you weren't expecting this?"
You hesitated. "W-Well... we're strangers. People usually don't..."
Don't show their dicks to someone they'd just met.
"You gonna tell someone?"
"Then what's the problem?"
A bet of silence went between the two of you.
"Oh... I see," Katsuki finally said. "You wanna suck it."
"WHAT?! N-No! I don't! I just..."
A deep chuckle that shouldn't have made you shiver rumbled in his chest.
"Yes, you do. You think I'm stupid? You think I don't know what a girl's thinking when she looks at my dick like that?"
You scoffed, the red returning to your cheeks. "Last I heard from you, the girls you hang out with don't make it this far."
"I said they never make it to my place." Katsuki grabbed himself, wrapping his fingers around his shaft and lifting his cock up where the head was now looking at you. "Never said a girl's never seen my dick before."
Your mouth went dry. "Oh, so..."
You swallowed, unable to look away from the thick piece of meat in his hand.
You never really cared for dick. It was over-hyped and overwhelmingly disappointing.
Dynamight seemed determined to shake those previous experiences away.
"So," he continued for you. "You wanna suck it or not?"
PART 2?
YES PLEASE PART 2!!!!
Nah I'm good.
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