i dont even know what the twitter screencap thing was from i just saw a man getting straddled with a knife to his throat in a desert and knew i had to make it them
Summary: It's a sex pollen fic, I think we're all familiar with the concept at this point.
CW: smut, coercion/dubcon (since it's sex pollen, but swear they want it), unprotected p in v sex (don't be dumb), missionary, oral (f rec), NSFW!!!! DNI if youâre a minor
WC: 6,991
A/N: Yayyyy I worked on this one for so long!! I have the most trouble with ending fics so it took me a long time and idk if I'm totally satisfied with it but it's the best I've got. Picture found on Pinterest but unfortunately could not find the artist name... so sorry but please comment/tag the artist if you are able!
**Y/H/N= your hero name, Y/N = your name but I'm sure you're aware ;)
You walked along the barren city street, with swinging arms and a tune in your brain as you patrolled the practically empty area. The section of the city you were in really only sees business and foot traffic midday, when the corporate buildings on the outer parts of the city are open and the people working in them come out to get refreshments from the small mom-and-pop cafes dotting the streets. By sunset, this area is usually clear- businesses locked up and lights off. This is the scene you were surveying now. You couldnât wait until you had more than just a yearâs experience under your belt as a pro hero, then maybe you would be recruited for patrol in more interesting parts of the city- maybe youâd stop a lot more villains! The thought snapped you back to the present, as you realized that in order to get where you want to be you had to be vigilant in the here and now, no matter how boring it may be.Â
You thought of the faceless villain that was currently on everyoneâs radar, and who everyone wanted to put behind bars at the moment. There had been reports for a few weeks now of a villain hitting some heroes in attacks with a very, very strange quirk. This villain is suspected to be working alone, and with the little that is known about him it is unclear if he has any intentions other than incapacitating the heroes he encounters. The quirk they possessed wasâŠâŠwell, to be quite honest, still kind of a mystery to you. Everyone who had previously been affected by it and lived seemed to be soâŠsecretive? No, no that wasnât the right word. Ashamed? Ashamed seemed more like what the poor pro heroes who had suffered the quirk felt when their experience was over. A few had died from the quirk when the villain had first gotten on the scene. The unfortunate martyrs had taught the doctors what was needed to eliminate the effects on the body and save the lives of those that came after them. You didnât know exactly what it was the cure was for being struck by the quirk, but you knew that it was commonly known above more higher-ranking heroes as well as any healers that worked with heroes, so you werenât too concerned. If you or someone you knew got hit with it, someone would be able to help you, you were sure. Ever since those first unlucky few, those that followed had all pulled through with this âcureâ. Being as new as you were on the scene, you didnât get told every little detail of everything that went on on the streets, not yet anyway. You knew that one day youâd work your way up the hero rankings and be a role model for kids around the world, but youâd start slow. Which was why, for the time being, you didnât care if you were a newbie on some âneed-to-know basisâ statusâ one day, youâd be high in the rankings and save countless lives.
You began walking around the corner of a building onto the next city block. You had still had your head turned to the street you were leaving, however, so you bumped into someone seemingly walking in the opposite direction. Apologies were leaving your lips before youâd even brought your eyes up to meet theirs. Youâd barely been able to get out two words before you began to choke, though.Â
When your gaze focused on the person standing in front of you, still choking, you watched a too-wide grin spread devilishly across a sunken face. The reddish-pink cloud ofâ smoke? Dust?-- was still thick in front of your face, but it had dissipated just enough to see their large teeth glint in the late afternoon sun. You grabbed at your throat as if you were truly choking, trying to capture a breath that didnât suck down another mouthful of that tainted air. You were utterly useless, pathetic, as your knees buckled and you took staggering steps toward the person you were SURE was the villain who had claimed so many victims as of late, fitting the description of his attacks to a tee. Normally, you were much more lithe and quick- having the speed and agility of a cheetah has its perks. But it appeared as if the substance he emitted had affected not just your respiration, but your body seemed weak as well. He slipped away easily, your brain barely registering your disappointment in yourself that you couldnât do more. Your vision was going black around the edges, so you slumped to the cracked street, hoping that you could calm down enough to ask for an assist.Â
After about a full minute of slowly pulling in clean air, your vision was beginning to clear and you were able to activate your earpiece to call for help of any nearby heroes on patrol who werenât too occupied at the moment. Your voice was gravelly from the amount of coughing youâd done, and it began to take on a strange breathy, husky tone that you werenât sure you were intending. You almost sounded sultry. But thatâs ridiculous. You also couldnât help but notice how hot your body was starting to feel. As if you had a bad sunburn, your skin was warm to the touch and felt like it was burning from the inside out. It was becoming painful, you realized. And your breathing⊠oh god, again your breathing was changing- speeding up to short breaths and gasps, feeling as though you couldnât get quite enough oxygen in, but it was different than a few moments before. It wasnât so much as if you were choking anymore but like you were exerting yourself. You figured youâd hold off to tell anyone that until they arrived in personâŠ. You were sure the entire cityâs hero network on patrol and on call didnât care for you to drone on about details when they were probably all busy themselves.Â
So you kept it short and sweet, and you let them know you suspected an attack from that villian whoâd been going on a rampage lately and you just needed someone to help you get to medical to get fixed up.
With a truly impressive speed, you heard the comms activate in response. A manâs voice burst to life in your ear. âY/H/N? Stay where you are, Iâm close to you. Iâll be there in a couple of minutes.â That voice, it was familiar⊠It was broody and deep, it wasâŠ.sexy. You shook your head and reprimanded yourself internally. That voice that was so familiar, sexy as it was, shouldnât be distracting you at the time. You should focus on getting your breathing under control and taking a hold of your senses in case any other villains popped up in attack. You couldnât stop replaying the timbre of the manâs voice though, thinking it sounded almost like Eraser-Â
No, you cut your thoughts off forcefully, Youâre thinking with your-rather feverish- body at the moment instead of your head.Â
Surely the hero coming to help you out wasnât the one man you had a disgustingly desperate crush on- that had to be wishful thinking, some fantasy conjured up by your love sick mind. Heâs your coworker, and while heâd been nothing but nice to you each time youâd seen him youâd only had a few conversations that you severely overanalyzed in your head. When some of the pro heroes went out for drinks after shifts some evenings, itâs like he got awkward when you arrived and drifted to the sidelines, choosing to watch rather than engage. It made you wonder if he didnât quite like you, and the thought of that being a possibility made you sad.
âEraserhead? You sure? If you need backup I think Iâm only a couple blocks behind you, just let me know,â a female heroâs voice in the comms responded to the one before it.
 Oh god. Oh god, oh shit, oh fuck. It was him. Exactly as you dreaded, the man who was currently on his way to your aid was Eraserhead of all people. If you didnât keel over and die from the quirkâs effects themselves, you might just die of embarrassment from knowing that your personal hero, and man that you had a not-so-small crush on, was coming to help you in such a vulnerable and powerless state. You felt so puny and helpless, you could almost cry. You also feltâŠ. turned on. God, were you sick in the head? Why were you getting turned on at a time like this? And⊠and had your cycle come early or was that increasingly damp spot between your legs coming from something else? Your mind was running circles, thinking desperately of ways to just calm the fuck down before Eraser showed up that you hadnât been paying the most attention to your surroundings, and the dark figure who dropped onto the sidewalk merely 2 feet from your burning hips startled a squeak out of you. Taking in the person, you sighed in relief and also internally went into panic mode as you saw that it was him, peering down at you warily, as if he werenât sure if the quirk you were under was contagious or something. You were able to get out a âthank you for comingâ before he knelt down and softly placed a hand on your elbow.Â
âCan you stand?â He asked, and you nodded shakily. As he helped you to your feet, a soft breeze blew from behind him, picking up his hair and scarf and wafting his scent right into your face. It was musky, and slightly sweet, a little bit spicy and so very manly. Your teeth ground against each other and your thighs clenched tightly as you just barely concealed a whine from your companion. God, you needed to get yourself TOGETHER. Your silly little crush on Eraser had never been this bad, youâd never been so unable to control your inappropriate thoughts in public like this before. Youâd certainly never had such a visceral reaction. You could feel Eraserâs eyes on you, studying your features from closer than heâd ever been before. You saw in your periphery that his eyebrows were pinched together in the middle, concern shattering his usually cool expression. That was worrisome to you, so you began to babble out questions.
âEraser? What is it? Do I look really bad or likeâ I, I mean like, as in the quirk attack! Does it look bad?â
He didnât meet your eyes for a second, his own still making its rounds across every crease in your skin before coming to rest on your gaze. He took his time in answering, making your anxiety spike.Â
âYou donâtâŠ. Look bad, Y/H/N, but I can tell youâve been hit by the quirk hard. Here, letâs get you inside. Somewhere cool, huh? Youâre probably burning up.âÂ
You nodded in agreement, lips coming together in a small pout as Eraserhead looped an arm around your waist and pulled your arm over his shoulder. You felt like a child, but at the same time, a sick little part of your brain whispered at the edge of reason that you liked it, that this felt good. Every inch of his body that pressed up against yours felt like a fire poker sticking you in the point of contact. Youâd never felt such heat in your life. Your knees were wobbling, thighs trembling from the effort of trying to walk while keep them tightly together, for fear of anymore⊠untimely arousal leaking out. The last thing youâd want was for him to notice. Not only would that be embarrassing but heâd probably think you were a perv, too! You didnât think you could handle that. Eraser was so mature and no-nonsense, heâd instantly lose respect for you if he knew yourâŠpredicament.Â
But what if he likes it? Â
The voice came from a dark corner of your mind, and you gave your head a tiny shake as if to make the thought dissolve. The effort was futile though, as the voice came back stronger.Â
What if it turns him on to know how wet you are just thinking about him? What if he wants to fuck you too, you little perv? You act all coy and innocent but all you really want if his big fucking fat di-Â
You shook your head again, a tiny whisper of the word ânoâ fell from your lips. You could see Eraser again in the corner of your eye, face still a mask of concern as he noted the sweat breaking out at your hairline. You still hadnât been able to control your breathing fully, and youâd been walking slowly with his assistance for a few minutes now. He gently tugged you toward a new apartment building that hadnât quite opened to the public yet, though it appeared to have finished construction. He continued to guide you until he reached a completed room with a door that he closed behind the two of you.Â
âOkay, Y/H/N, talk to me. Tell me how youâre feeling currently.â He loosened his grip on your waist, helping you prop yourself against the wall.Â
You couldnât possibly tell him how your pulse picked up into overdrive because he smelled sexy. You gulped, thinking of something to say that would satisfy him that wasnât lying.Â
âItâs.. so hot⊠and Iâm⊠itâs sticky. No, no! Not like, me⊠like, like the air⊠because itâs so fucking⊠fucking hotâŠâ You panted, bending at the waist and bracing your hands on your knees. You couldnât help how wanton you sounded. You also couldnât help the tiny moan that escaped you when Eraser rolled his sleeves up and you saw his forearms, corded with lean muscle from years of hero work. God, had he always had that vein there? Your mouth watered as the thought of biting down on it entered your head. His hand came up, snapping in front of your eyes to bring your focus back to him. To the conversation at hand, really.Â
âEraserâŠ.â you panted, trying to meet his eyes. âDo you know whatâs happening to me? PleaseâŠ. Please, I just⊠I donât feel right. Itâs starting to hurt.âÂ
âY/H/N, this question might seen odd or out of line considering weâre coworkers, but are you also feeling⊠aroused? Sexually?â
Your pulse jumped and your eyes flew up to meet his as he gazed steadily at your face. Was he asking because itâs related to the quirk, or was he asking because he wanted to fu-
You gulped and nodded your head, not seeing any reason to lie.Â
You noticed the subtle twitch of muscle near his eye. He had winced, but he gave a brief nod in return as he set his jaw.Â
âThe villain that attacked you has a lust quirk. It makes the victim be overcome with lust until itâs unbearable. If you donât receive a cure in time, the quirk raises your body temperature and heart rate so much that your body canât handle it and begins to shut down. Itâs not fatal to anyone gets the cure after being infected as long as youâre taken care of within a few hours of being hit. You arenât feeling great now, but if we delay getting you care then your chances of survival are lower.âÂ
You- what? A lust quirk? Well that certainly did explain how your body was reacting to being in the presence of your hero crush. Normally, you werenât this disgustingly horny outside of the sanctuary that was your bed.Â
âOh⊠okay, so⊠get me to the cure. P-please,â you croaked, barely slurping back the saliva that your mouth was producing as you stared at the handsome man in front of you.Â
âItâs⊠the quirk requires that the person who is affected engage in- ehm- sexual relations with another. Until completion, sometimes from both parties. I can take you to Recovery Girl, but I stopped to give you a brief breather while I gathered the contact info of someone that you may be able to call to⊠help you⊠deactivate the quirkâs effects. A boyfriend or girlfriend?â Despite Eraserâs no-nonsense manner, he still stuttered a bit with explaining the âcureâ for the quirk. It pleased you to know that he still had some shame regarding such a sensitive situation. And if you were fully within your right mind, you also would have noticed the faint pink coloring creeping up the sides of his face as he let you absorb what he had just said.
Your eyebrows furrowed together, and you hung your head as you uttered out a defeated, âno one,â to the floor. Even though your voice had been low, he nodded and reached back out to steady your wobbly form.Â
âThere are some who are aware of the effects at Recovery Girlâs place, maybe one of them can help with the situation. Theyâre very professional from what Iâve heard, and discreet. You have nothing to beââÂ
Your voice, breathy and whiny even to your own ears, cut him off. âWhat about you?âÂ
He faltered in his speech, and shook his head. âNo, I havenât um.. Been someone who has relieved anyone of this specific quirk before. Itâs probably best if we get-â
You interrupted him again, this time by keeling over and falling onto your knees with a groan. Your arms clutched tightly at your midsection, which was burning worse now, so much worse, and the reproductive organs you possessedâŠ. God, why did they ache so badly? It felt like they were twisting around one another, so tightly it was cutting off the circulation inside. Your eyes still squeezed shut in pain, you whimpered and began to beg.Â
âPlease, pleaseâŠ. Eraser, I wonât tell anyone, just PLEASE Iâm begging you⊠everything hurts so bad.., want it to stop, please stop it. I need it, I need you to⊠I need you, pleaseâŠâ You were babbling, and your distress had risen to a point where you couldnât bring yourself to care about how you were coming off to him. His eyes were wide as he listened, arms frozen in the air, outstretched toward your frame.Â
âI⊠I donât want to be taking advantââÂ
âYouâre NOT, Eraser, I swear I NEED you to fuââÂ
âOkay! Okay, alright. I understand whatâs at stake here. It seems your body is progressing rapidly and time is of the essence anyway. We are going to have a conversation about this when youâre fully recovered but⊠Okay, Iâll help you.âÂ
His hands softly cupped your elbows and guided you to sit on the bare floor. He quickly unwound his scarf from around his neck, extending it out to you.Â
âTo put under your head. Lay down and get comfortable.âÂ
Your thighs clenched once again at the suggestion of the command. You could tell he noticed, his eyes flicking down to the movement for just a millisecond. Another tiny whimper fell from your lips as you grabbed the scarf from him and bunched it up behind your head, lying down as he had instructed. He kneeled in front of you, noting the way your body squirmed uncontrollably.Â
âIâm going to start slow, okay?âÂ
Your head nodded frantically as you hummed. You wanted to close your eyes and savor the feeling when his fingertips landed lightly on your ankles, but you couldnât resist watching him touch you with such reverence. His fingers skated up the sides of your legs, so slowly your hips were wriggling with anticipation as they came to the waistband of your form fitting hero pants.Â
His eyes had never once left yours while heâd done this, and now he raised his eyebrows at you in questionâ asking for consent.Â
âYes, yes, please. Please touch me, do⊠do anything you want,â you said breathlessly. It spilled out of you before you could worry that you sounded too desperate. If you had been more aware, youâd have noticed how his eyes darkened and his mouth went slack at your words. But you didnât notice. No, all you could look at was the fingers that were now on either side of your hips, hooking into the fabric bunched up there and sliding the material down your legs.Â
There was a brief moment of relief when the cool air inside the building touched your sweaty skin, now exposed. But it quickly vanished as the heat caught back up to you. You resumed your wriggling, and Eraser brought his hands back to your hips, tightening his grip and holding them in place.Â
âStop moving so much, Y/H/N. I know itâs hard, but let me help you.â
You nodded, trying to quell the movement. One of his hands made its way down to your core, now bare. Look, thereâs no room in that tight hero suit for panties, okay?Â
You shuddered as his fingertips ghosted down your slit and then up again. Your mouth began to form pleas again, but before you spoke, he did.Â
âShhhh. Let me help you. Let me take care of you, sweet girl, okay? Let me make you feel good.â
Holy shit. Holy shit, holy fuck. That was definitely doing something to you. Sweet girl ? If his fingers had lingered on your soaked slit a second longer you thought that might have sent you over the edge, even after barely having been touched.Â
You shivered again, moaning a little. He took this as a sign of encouragement, and pressed his thumb on the underside of your clit. FUCK. That⊠that was heavenly. You moaned again, and again as he began to circle your clit, building up a slow rhythm. Your eyes fell shut, your hips began circling against his hand as he worked you up.Â
âThatâs it, such a good girl. So wet, youâre so soaked baby. Do you wanna feel something in that tight little cunt of yours? It just looks so fucking good, I just wannaâŠâÂ
You felt one of his fingers prodding at your entrance. You began chanting a series of yesyesyesâs when you felt him press inside and crook up right into the spongy spot that made you cry out. Fuck, it was like he knew exactly where to touch you; like heâd already mapped your body out without you knowing. The thought of his pure skill at working your pussy made you even more wet as he added another finger and started fucking them in and out of you. Your fingers werenât long enough to reach all the spots he was hitting inside you with ease, so you whined like a bitch in heat, which you supposed you were in the moment.
Your eyes were still closed, so you were totally unprepared when you felt something slick and warm start to circle your clit. The second you realized it had to be his tongue, your mouth fell open in a gasp. You fluttered your eyes back open and looked down between your legs, where his face was now buried, eyes barely visible beneath messy hair- though you could see that he was looking directly at your shocked face. You felt his lips twist against you⊠into a smirk? Oh, you thought, heâs filthy.
Your hips were now gyrating wildly, and one of his hands came up from where heâd been cupping your ass to press you back down to the floor. Once he had you situated, he sucked hard on your clit, practically making you scream.Â
âEraser, yes yes, oh my godââ
âShota,â heâd pulled back for a second, just to gruffly correct you on his proper name, and then dove right back in as if he were starving for it. His enthusiasm alone was making your thighs quake- it was so fucking hot. Your thighs began to tighten around his head and let out a breathless cry of his name. Your fingers snaked down to tangle in his hair, needing to ground yourself through the immense pleasure you felt.
Your head fell back into his scarf again as your back arched, the motions of his tongue against you turning you into a pathetic mess. You werenât sure if it were due to the squeezing of your thighs or the hair pulling, but you heard him grunt and felt his fingers dig in a little tighter where they rested on your stomach. You let out another moan in response, and felt more fluid gush from your pussy. You couldnât help it- a sexy man being vocal between your thighs was like your own personal wet dream.Â
His fingers inside of you sped up, hitting your spot with a wicked precision as his tongue alternated between suckling and licking around your sensitive bud. You began to tighten around his fingers, knowing you were nearing orgasm. You couldnât form any words at this point, just panting pathetically and moaning as you approached the edge of your pleasure.Â
âSho- Sho-ta, Iâmâ Iâm gon-â tried to garble out, to let him know, but he nodded before you could try to fully finish your sentence. You took that as permission, and came harder than you ever had before. Your eyes were tightly shut as your body trembled. His mouth had transitioned to lightly kissing the plump skin of your inner thigh, and his fingers continued to move slowly inside you, working through your ecstasy. You looked back down at him again as he pulled his fingers out completely and sat up on his heels, taking in the sight of his face that was soaked with the evidence of your orgasm. A shudder went through you as you watched him suck his fingers into his mouth to clean them of your release. The sight of him like this was almost enough to make you cry out again.
Your relief was short lived as a pang of the pain and heat from earlier returned, quickly making your loose body tense up again. Your whimper this time was one of pain, and Aizawaâs sharp gaze flicked back down to your face.Â
âItâs not gone?â he questioned, shuffling forward and laying a comforting hand on your knee. You shook your head violently, groaning at the burning in your abdomen and curling in on yourself.Â
âFuckâŠâ he muttered, barely audible. âWe have to⊠we have to try something else, Y/N, is that okay?âÂ
Your hazy mind barely picked up on the fact that he had used your real name, not your hero name. You didnât even think he knew your real name, not really. The surprise of this realization lasted barely a second as you groaned in pain again and quickly nodded your head in response to his inquiry. You felt him shift even closer to you, then he was leaning over you and filling your watery vision completely. His hand that wasnât rubbing soft circles into your knee came up to your chin, which he tilted up in a silent command to meet his eyes. You complied, and waited for him to speak or touch you or do anything that might help.Â
âY/N,â his voice came out, soft and sure with a gravelly edge, âI think we have to have sex for it to stop. For some, just an orgasm can bring an end to the effects of the quirk but for others, if there arenât two parties who orgasm from some type of penetrative sex, it continues. I donât⊠I donât know why, but I think we have to do this if youâre still feeling the quirk.âÂ
You felt like your ears were ringingâ did you hear him right? He was going to have sex with you? You knew that the situation you were in was dire, but you almost couldâve laughed at the fact that you were about to be in your own personal heaven. As your mind wandered off, you felt him give your chin a tiny, gentle shake to capture your attention again.
âHey, Y/N? I need you to focus okay sweetheart? Is that okay? Are you okay with doing this?â He asked you, concern pinching together the features of his handsome face. You nodded, and tried to voice your consent, but you could only mouth the word yes. He nodded back at you in confirmation, and released his grip on you to lean back and start unbuckling the belt around his waist. âI donât have any protection, but I can pull out if I need to.â
You managed to find an ounce of strength remaining in your body and used it to push up on your shaking elbows, trying to look at his face so you could address any concerns. âN-no, Iâm on the pill. Itâs okay. And- and I get tested regularly, Iâm g-good.âÂ
He nodded, the picture of seriousness, as he responded with a simple âme too,â and continued fumbling with his belt.
You reached one hand out, barely grasping the bottom hem of his shirt and making an upward motion with it before supporting yourself with your arms again. He glanced up, and you whispered into the quiet room.
âTake it off. Please,â you tacked onto the end, hoping you didnât sound too demanding and also hoping that he was even half as into this as you were. He followed your request without hesitation, and you took in the sight of his pale torso, muscle rippling under his skin as he pulled the fabric up over his head. You bit your lip, not wanting any noises slipping out at the mere sight of him and revealing how much you secretly wanted all of this. With him mostly undressed, pants around his knees and shirt discarded, he leaned down toward you again.Â
âIs it okay if I touch you here?â he asked while trailing one of his large hands up your ribcage, running below the swell of your breast. You released a small whimper and nodded quickly, reaching up to help him remove the tight fabric of your top. Once it was pushed up over your head and you were settled again, his fingers ghosted over your right nipple, already hard with your arousal. Once heâd run his fingers over your pebbled, sensitive skin a few times, he pinched, causing you to yelp in surprise. His face had a deliciously sexy smirk on it.Â
âPlease⊠Please, ShotaâŠ.â you begged, not for anything in particular, but just more of him.Â
âPlease what, princess? You want me to touch you over here too?â He asked teasingly, trailing his other hand over your left breast and bringing that nipple between his fingers. As he rolled both nipples, he ground his clothed and already hard cock against your core. You tried to fight your eyes rolling back again at the relief you felt from that little bit of friction, and heard him stifle a breathy laugh.Â
âShota⊠Please, I want⊠I need you to fuck me,â You panted out, proud of being able to get out a full sentence, and simultaneously nervous that you were too forward.Â
His eyes darkened, and any hint of teasing that was flitting across his expression lifted. Faster than you could process, his hands were on either side of your face, pulling you slightly up to him as he pressed his mouth over yours. Youâd thought his hands were divine? They were nothing compared to his lips. Youâd never been kissed as passionately as he was kissing you. No, devoured was a better word for it.Â
Your lips parted underneath his, teeth clashing messily as you returned his fervor. His tongue slipped into your mouth and circled your own, and you both moaned at the sensation. One of his hands left your cheek, slipping down between your gyrating bodies to circle your clit with his fingers again, his mouth swallowing the moans this brought forth. Your hands dropped to the waistband of his underwear and pushed it down, just enough so that his cock-definitely above average, you noted mentally- bobbed out, fully at attention, the tip gleaming with precum. He sucked on your bottom lip as you felt him line up with your entrance.Â
He pulled back slightly, pupils blown wide in what you were sure was a reflection of your own. He searched your face for any hints of hesitation he could find.Â
âWhat will be most comfortable for you? Do you want to move-â you cut his sentence off with another deep kiss. You pulled back very slightly, lips still brushing his as you responded that you wanted it âjust like thisâ.
He wasted no time. He entered you fully, and you felt the tip of his cock nudge your cervix. Fuck, how big is he?, you wondered, feeling like you were nearly being split in two despite the preparation youâd had prior and the arousal that continued to seep out of you. He rested his arms on his elbows, encircling your head. His hand tangled into your hair and formed a pillow in addition to his scarf that still lay beneath you. His hips were unforgiving, slamming to meet yours over and over again, making you moan out with each thrust. But your moans were muffled, since all the while his mouth hadnât left your lips. His lips caressed yours, in a gentle way that didnât match the pace of his thrusts at all. His tongue moved in slow, sweeping motions as if he were mapping out the interior of your mouth. Everything felt so good, so fucking good.Â
You knew you were under the influence of a quirk that made you this stupid horny in the first place, but you were certain beyond a doubt that youâd never been fucked so well before. Every point where his skin touched yours was on fire, but in a completely different way than the heat that consumed you because of the quirk. This heat was good, it was delicious, and you wanted to feel as much of his skin as possible. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and tugged him down slightly, closing the small distance between your torsos. Your nipples pressed against his pecs. It was good, but you needed more, so you brought your legs up and wrapped them around his hips, digging your heels into the small of his back and forcing him deeper inside you with the new angle this created.Â
He moaned into your mouth, and slowed his pace, grinding into your pussy, barely pulling out. Fuck, it was like his cock was made to fit you, the way the tip brushed over your g-spot when he did that. It was nothing short of euphoric. You pulled away from his mouth with a gasp, reluctant to release his lips, but needing to suck in some oxygen. He plunged his head down to your neck, suckling the soft skin there, moving down until he reached the junction of your neck and shoulder. He nipped at the spot, and you cried out and arched your back in response. You were close now, and you clenched around his cock uncontrollably. You felt his hips falter for a second as you clenched, but he picked up his bruising pace again quickly.Â
âShota, Shota Iâm close,â you panted into the heavy air, nails digging into his shoulders.Â
âI know princess, I know⊠feel you clenching around me⊠so fucking tight. You feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking good for me. Let go baby, come on me,â he rasped into your ear.Â
That did it. His filthy words had you coming hard, shaking almost violently and squeezing your eyes shut. You couldnât help but cry out as you came, Shotaâs thrusts not slowing through your climax. You werenât sure if it lasted seconds or hours, but your breathing began to even out again and you felt Shotaâs hips still pistoning inside you, losing the rhythm and pace heâd built up.Â
He brought his head up so that he could meet your eyes again.Â
âIâm close, whereâŠ?â he questioned.Â
âPlease, come inside me. Fill me up,â you whispered, and watched as his face screwed up with pleasure once youâd uttered the words. His hips pressed tightly to yours and you felt his release fill you, warming you from the inside. His load was huge and you felt it begin to leak out around his cock, still pressed in to the hilt, as the last of his load spurted into you and his body shuddered.Â
When it was over, his eyes met yours in an almost sheepish manner. You tightened your legs, not ready to let him go yet.Â
You both began to speak at the same time then. Both of you seemed to be apologizing though, so you clamped your mouth shut and furrowed your brows in confusion.Â
âYou have nothing to be sorry for, Y/N,â he spoke first. âYou couldnât help that you were attacked by this quirk, and I was not going to let you suffer or die from it. Iâm happy to help you, please donât feel ashamed.âÂ
You let the kindness of his words soak in for a moment before you giggled. Now it was his turn to furrow his brows.Â
âI could definitely tell you were happy to help me,â you responded, wiggling your hips slightly, his softening cock still inside you. What? You couldnât be expected to be the most eloquent at the moment, youâd just had the best fuck of your entire life.Â
He groaned in (what you were hoping was) feigned annoyance, and rolled off of you, pulling out slowly. He gathered the rumpled pieces of your hero suit, handing them delicately over to you. He began to dress also, the shuffling of fabric the only sounds for a moment before he cleared his throat.Â
âI imagined the first time I kissed you to be different in my head.âÂ
You blinked, pulling your hair out of the neck of your suit. Had you heard him correctly? Heâd imagined kissing you before? Maybe this entire exchange had been a drug induced illusion, and you were actually in a hospital bed right now. But the hard floor beneath your knees was real, and the brush of his fingers against your hip as he reached around you to grab his scarf was definitely real, sending a shiver down your spine still in spite of what had just transpired between you.Â
You blinked again, feeling dumb from the silence on your part. You quickly rushed out the only thing still rushing through your brain which was, of course, âYouâve thought about kissing me before?âÂ
Color flooded his cheeks as looked intently at his scarf, taking his time in untwisting it.Â
âOf course I have. YouâreâŠ. Youâre wonderful. I⊠I really admire your hero work, Y/N. Youâre good at what you do, and youâve only been doing it for a yearâ His eyes raised to meet yours. âAnd Iâm sure you know already, but youâre beautiful. Breathtaking, really. Of course Iâve thought about it.âÂ
Your breath hitched in your throat. You didnât think youâd be able to form words, so you did the only thing you could think of doing in response and lunged toward him again, bringing your lips together in a sweet kiss. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his circled your waist. You kissed each other gently this time, no fire underneath, just a curious exploration of one another. When you broke apart, you smiled widely at him.Â
âThank you for helping me. I know youâve said youâre happy to, but really, thank you. Iâm just⊠really glad that it wasnât something I forced on you. I donât know if I could have forgiven myself for that.âÂ
His eyes softened, still holding yours, as he nodded. He released your waist with a sigh, opting to take one of your hands in his as he stood. You followed suit.Â
You hadnât put your comm unit back in yet, but Aizawa had, and you heard his blare to life. A tinny and very, very loud voice on the other end spoke up: âYo, Eraserâ where are you man?? Iâm here with Recovery Girl at the school and weâre super worried! Whatâs got you guys caught up?âÂ
Shota winced at Present Micâs volume but answered awkwardly, âWe uhm- so Y/Nâs okay right now, because we uhm- were able to deactivate the effects of the quirk. So sheâs all good I think.â
After a moment of silence in which you both blushed bright red at the revelation, you heard a cackle break out from Mic. Shota ripped the unit out of his ear and turned back to you, muttering that he âcan go without that for a secondâ.
âWe should probably go get you checked out with Recovery Girl anyway, just to make sure your vitals and everything look good. It shouldnât take long, and as far as I know in previous cases once the quirk is gone you donât need to take any sort of precautionary measures or anything soâŠâ You nodded your understanding as he scratched the back of his neck with the hand not loosely holding yours.Â
âAnd then maybe, afterwardâŠâ He began speaking again as you both started walking toward the UA campus, âWe can grab dinner together? I know weâre doing this all backwards here and normally people start dating each other before they get all intimate but uh-â He cleared his throat, as you felt your heart shoot up into your own and get lodged there.Â
With a slightly bashful but elated smile, you agreed and squeezed Shotaâs hand. He returned the gesture, silently promising himself to never let go of your hand from that moment forward.
tags: best friends!hizashi & oboro, flustered!aizawa, friends to lovers, awkward & cute teen romance, talk of marriage
aizawa had a crush on you ever since hizashi and oboro dragged you along for lunch on the rooftop for the first time! ever since then, the young man had secretly been crushing on youâŠ
you quickly became part of the friend group as well! the four of you did everything together, whether it was studying, eating lunch or training! you were inseparable!
it didn't take long for hizashi and oboro to pick up on aizawa's crush on you! he always longingly stared at you and he was so soft and sweet with you, it was pretty obvious he had a thing for you!
but since aizawa would've never confessed to you out of his own free will, hizashi and oboro ended up telling you that their dear friend had a thing for you â and then left the two of you to deal with the mess they made!
both of you were pretty awkward around each other, blushing and all nervous, but ultimately, things ended well, as aizawa confirmed that he truly had feelings for you! and luckily for him, you did too!
the two of you were the cutest couple in class, even if you hated all the attention you got from others! you were both introverts, preferring some quiet alone time, but you constantly had your friends around, teasing the two of you!
hizashi and oboro often asked when the two of you will get married already, amused by how flustered and angry it made you two! you always yelled at them, only for your friends to laugh in amusement
neither of you wanted to rush things or think too much about the future! though several years later, you were still dating. only that now hizashi wasn't teasing you about marriage anymore, as he knew aizawa already had a ring ready and was just waiting for the right momentâŠ
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