hi neneko here 'M new in here but I spent like, 30 minutes reading and re-reading all your smaus 👉👈 (shame on me) and I'm here to ask☝️
PLEASE im on my período and its like SUUUuPER heavy and pussing me off a toon soo I waned to see a smau of some of BNHA with a like, normal reader who in their period turns into a angry meneace 👹💥
BYE MWAH MWAH - neneko pidão por smaus mwah mwah neneko ama sua escrita
𝐀/𝐍: Yes Yes!! The diva accepts requests!! I’m so glad you like my SMAUs! Trust, I understand the period thing, I was on mine a couple days ago and it was the worst cramps I’ve ever experienced and even days after it’s gone I’m still sitting here experiencing some lower back pain lol so I get it! I added two new characters bc I love them sm!!
❀ – Summary: Coming home late from patrol to the apartment Kuroiro shares with his close friend Kamakiri is reliving. But what he encounters next is even more satisfying.
Kuroiro couldn't understand the reason WHY he had to move in with his classmate Kamakiri right after the two of them had graduated from Yuuei. Probably because when Kamakiri had gotten an apartment, he wanted to share it with one of his closest friends. Saves rent and gives him company, y'know?
And until then, Kuroiro never saw a single con while living with his best friend! Things were good. Kuroiro did chores just as much Kamakiri did, Kamakiri never got into any arguments despite his often hot temper, Kuroiro knew how to respect the guy's space... Things were going great.
Well, until Kamakiri's girlfriend showed up.
The very first time Kuroiro met her, he was confused. She was so sweet and caring, funny, and so, so pretty too.. What the hell was she doing with a guy like Kamakiri? Why was someone like you doing with someone who was constantly called brutish and loud, a total punk, for all the wrong reasons? You have got to be kidding him.
Soon enough though, Shihai came to understand it.
It happened accidentally at first. Coming into the darkness of the apartment from side kick work late in the middle of the night. Kicking off his shoes at the entrance, body sagging against the cream coloured walls of his shared home. Kuroiro thought that maybe Kamakiri and you might've been asleep, judging by the quietness of the place.
But as he walked closer and closer into the dimly lit apartment towards the rooms, he found the silence to be quite strange.
Usually, one of you would be up by now, either greeting Shihai home or just up and about in the kitchen.. Did the two go to sleep early? That was Kuroiro's immediate thought. Not even thinking about some other things that could've made Shiozaki stay an entire month in church.
Without a second thought, Kuroiro blended into the shadows of the apartment, gliding through the darkness until he reached the familiarity that was his best friend's bedroom, peaking only his face through at first— But what Shihai saw made him stop immediately dead on his tracks.
Kamakiri was laying on his bed from what he could tell, dark cargo pants pushed down to his knees haphazardly. He was thrusting his hips fast and hard into you, who sat straddled on your boyfriend's lap completely nude, bouncing up and down with each harsh thrust up. One of Togaru's pale green hands was wrapped around your face, covering your mouth even as hushed moans and whimpers left your lips quickly, tripping over other noises of pleasure each time Kamakiri's hips met your own.
A violent shiver ran down Shihai's spine at the sight. He was halfway out of one of Kamakiri's walls, but the view before him made Kuroiro immediately take a step back so just his face was left uncovered by the dark.
He had the perfect ability to close his eyes. The great capacity to quickly turn away and walk back to where he was. But Kuroiro couldn't rip his wide white eyes off them. Sure, he knew both of them had sex regularly, if not judging by the apartment's thin walls.. But Shihai never once thought of interrupting the two of you in something so intimate. Nor spying.
But to be able to watch it now? Even if he had walked on them accidentally? He was dreaming.
Shihai's eyes were glued on both of his friends. Watching the scene escalate bit by bit every time a second went by.. Until his ears perked up at Togaru's voice.
"Yeah... Fuck. That's it, baby." Kamakiri said with his usual raspy voice, though much more erotically in this scenario. With his hand wrapped tight around your mouth, you didn't say anything, but you let out a little louder moan as some sort of answer— grinding your hips down a little deeper into him as you felt his long cock graze your cervix every time he came up.
Oh. Oh fuck, Kuroiro could already feel his pants tenting from the sight. Oh fuck, oh shit— was he really gonna watch his best friend fuck his girl just like this? Completely uninvited to something he was sure as hell not supposed to be looking at?
Shihai shouldn't. But he sure as hell wasn't gonna move.
"Fuck! Right there, sweets! Right there!" The hand that held closed your mouth pulled away to hold onto your plush thighs, forcefully angling you back onto a position where your pussy swallowed his dick in just the right way.
With your mouth finally free from it's confines, your head tilted back immediately as a rather deafening moan left your pretty mouth.
"Aah~! 'Garu! Please! Fuck, faster!" Hearing those words fall away from you out of all people had a buzz of excitement shoot through Kuroiro's body directly into his quickly rising length. And he couldn't help but quietly lift a hand to palm himself through his pants amidst the dark.
The sight of you alone had Kuroiro spiraling, sent him into state like he was staring at a beautiful nightsky.. but your voice? Exactly like a siren's call of which he couldn't escape the melody.
He didn't take his wide eyes off them for a single second. Kuroiro felt guilty.. SO guilty. He really should be pulling an U and turn away... But when had an erection of his peaked up this good since high school?
Despite already being a hero (ahem.. side kick), Shihai wouldn't get any actual action. The maximum was locking himself away in his room, turning off all the lights and shutting closed the window's blinds while the only font of luminescence was his beeping monitor— some weird erotica displayed on the screen as his hand violently stroked his length in the dark.
It's true. Kuroiro's way too awkward when he tries to talk to girls, so how was he supposed to get laid? Hell, he even was awkward talking with you about the most simple things! And Lords know he had tried.
To conclude, Shihai deemed his own sexual activity for himself. To the privacy of his room until by some unknown miracle he could get some. Well, he thought that he could only keep it in his room, anyway.
Because now? Now Kuroiro was running a hand up and down his cock as quietly as he could inside his black pants, watching Kamakiri absolutely railing you as soon as he flipped you, your back hitting against the black sheets as the pillows cushioned your head so you wouldn't be continuously hitting it on the headboard— Man, if only Shihai could blend into those sheets..
No. No, that was for some other time (other time??????).
So now he stuck to just watching. Watching the both of you floating through cloud 9 while your moans got louder and your whines got whinier.
Togaru had long since forgotten to cover your mouth. He didn't even remember why he covered it in the first place.. Well, he did. So his roommate next room wouldn't hear. But why couldn't he hear them, huh? Kamakiri had always been one to showoff with pride.
Your moans could only satiate that hunger he gad- Togaru needed you to be louder for him.
"Fuuuck! Louder, doll! C'mon, moan loud and pretty f'me!" Kamakiri leaned down to groan in your ear, rolling his hips in just the right angle from above as it hit your sweet spot like heaven coming down-! And you gave it all to him, arching your back and letting your head roll back against the pillow so prettily as you screamed your angelic noises.
"T-To- Ah~ Togaru, s'too much! Cummin'!"
Shihai tightened his hold on his cock a violent type of much, biting his other free hand desperately as to not let out any noises fall away. He was decently taking advantage of the massive blunder of noise though, stroking just a little louder as his eyes shut closed. He shouldn't be so much into this. Shouldn't even be doing this in the first place— but his orgasm was arriving so quick.. Kuroiro really couldn't stop even if he wanted to back down then.
Kamakiri let out a loud grunt, thrusting his hips faster, harder, desperate to get to his own release sooner than later.
And that he did— letting out an almost completely unintelligible string of curses as he spilled into the thin plastic barrier separating you both. Unfortunately separating you.. It was needed though.
And Kuroiro shared his load off as well almost the same time as his friend's, biting down a bit too hard on his black skin as he kept from moaning too loud out of synch with the sounds coming out of the couple— shooting pearly white cream inside the front of his pants.
The three of you reminisced in the after glow, though one of the parties was unknowingly unwelcomed. The ragged breathing from both you and Togaru were the only sounds that muffled Shihai's own desperate pants, white eyes opening to stare at his friend and his girlfriend..
Yeah. He should absolutely go now. Dipping back into the void of the shadows of the apartment, he left the two lovers to their own devices— guilt and shame already tugging hard at his chest as Kuroiro left to his bedroom.
Togaru, as sweet as he didn't ever claim to be after sex, pulled you gently to his side as he let himself fall to yours with a small groan— pulling the black sheets over both your flaming bodies.
"... Don't you think we were a bit too loud this time?" You asked your boyfriend after some resting time, slightly lifting your head from it's place on Togaru's naked chest to look at him.
"Hm, nah. Shihai can deal with it." He gave you an unbothered shrug of his shoulders, pressing your head back to place as his fingers resumed their soft twirling of your locks of hair in his hand.
"I feel kinda bad though. We probably interrupted his sleep..."
"It's whatever, (Y/N). It's not like he watched us fuck or anything."
He pranks you all the time, just silly pranks like putting salt in your cereal. Nothing to serious but if he ruins something of your such as cereal he will make you more!
He welds you metal flowers with his quirk and says that cringy ass pick up line “my love for you will stop when this flower dies…btw it doesn’t die :)”
He tried making you food, sometimes it’s good sometimes it not- but you pretend to like it no matter what because it makes him happy and if you refuse it he will look dead in your eyes and say “eat it. Please.”
KAIBARA~
He likes gardening, he used his hands as drills in the dirt which makes it really easy to plant them. He asked you to pick out flowers and seeds to plant! He gives you the flowers he plants!
He loves playing with your hair, he loves curling it around his finger when he is bored
Whenever he gets hurt he whines until you kiss it better. You tend to his wounds then wait for you to kiss if
On the same topic he is kind of clumsy he trips over his own feet sometimes- but don’t worry he will be ok as long as you give him a kiss
KAMAKIRI~
He’s scared to kiss you sometimes because of the sharp appendages sticking out of his cheeks, he worries he may cut you. So you normally kiss him instead of him kissing you
He likes it when you compliment his hair, it makes him feel like a bad ass when you do!
He loves bugs so get him anything but relatable and he will be so touched! You also say he reminds you of a mantis, which he doesn’t mind. He’s sometimes insecure abt his looks so it helps!
KUROIRO~
He is like tokoyami, very poetic so he writes you poems sometimes. If you ask him to read them to you he will stammer over the words and blush about it, he is shy when it comes to you~
He scares you in the dark sometimes, like if the power goes out you literally can’t see him so he could jump scare you; “hey y/n” “HOLY SHIT!” “Oh I’m so sorry!”
He giggles like a dumbass, you could pop the most cringe at joke and he laughs like “hehehehehehehehehe” as if it’s actually funny
He acts cool to other people but once you come into the conversation he turns smitten
SHISHIDA~
He lets you brush his fur, he is sometimes to lazy to do it himself so he lets you do it instead
He sometimes thinks he scares you, he knows he looks a little scary because he is a ‘beast’ but he never wants to scare you so he has to make sure you aren’t. “I’m so sorry did I scare you!” “What no? You could never scare me your like a big teddy bear” “oh!”
You call him big boy to tease him, he blushes about it but does like it~ any time you call him that he covers his face with his hands!
SHODA~
He’s such a cutie patootie, he loves being held by you. When cuddling he will inch closer to you until you wrap your arms around him, he would ask but he’s too scared too
He is insecure since he is a little bigger BUT you make sure he does feel loved anyways by complimenting him or saying it doesn’t matter; “don’t you think I’m too big…?” “what? No! Your adorable!!!” He blushes :>
He cares for your wounds everytime, if you have a cut or something he will always disinfect it and bandage it, he also kisses it if he’s feeling brave!
TSUBURABA~
His idea of flirting is blowing you heart shaped bubbles your way with his quirk, if you pop them he sulks in the corner LOL
He literally thinks your a goddess, bro worships you and the ground you walk on, he would tie your shoes for you, or carry your bags whatever you want him to do!
His friends troll on him for liking you so much, he will NOT stop yapping about you.
Play with his hair. He will die if you don’t; “please I’m literally going to cry if you don’t” “Omg fine I’ll play with your hair.”
TETSUTETSU~
He also worships you but 10x harder, he would kiss your feet if you let him- which also means he is very protective of you. He would bark at anybody who tried anything funny with you
He tries flexing his quirk on you by doing dangerous things, most of the time he gets hurt and when you ask “why would you do that?” He says “I just wanted to impress you”
He worries you secretly like kirishima, since they are very similar. You heard him talking to kirishima saying if he ever when after you he would break him. After that you calmed him down and assured you wouldn’t leave him.
FUKIDASHI~
He makes cute little emoticons at you like (*^‿^*) to distract you from the fact that he is a walking thought bubble-
He reads your favorite manga just to impress you by bringing up scenes in stuff, he’s tryna make you think he is cool!
He’s canonically really short so he’s timid with you sometimes because you are much taller but if he uses his quirk right he can at most be 5,3 which ain’t the best either, you convince him that you don’t mind and honestly find it cute
He’s very shy when being romantic if he tries kissing you he mostly strikes out and flashes a sweat drop emoticon before turning away~
HONENUKI~
Out of everyone in that class he is the shyest with his partner, he is also very low in self esteem cuz of it.
He’s very insecure of his looks, he finds his teeth gross and scary, but you hold him and kiss his cheek letting him cry if he wants until he feels better
He’s great at massages, after training he always massages your neck and back! One time he accidentally hurt you and he cried a little over it-
He’s very funny, he’s your little comedian! He tells you silly knock knock jokes just to heard your sweet laugh~
BONDO~
He’s a very awkward boy, he is honestly shocked that he’s dating anyone let alone you. One he’s very socially awkward and looks different. But you asked him out anyway
He stutters sometimes when talking to you about dates or cuddling; “s-s..sure we can cuddle I g-guess.”
He doesn’t talk much, he definitely talks more than koda but he does shy away because he has voice cracks sometimes and it makes him feel stupid, you find it cute tho
MONOMA~
This little shit, he thinks it’s funny copying your quirk just to show you ‘how easy it is’ but most of the time it back fires and he gets hurt
He turns into such a big baby when he’s hurt, he whines like he’s paralyzed and begs you to care for him. “I need to be held it’s the only way I’ll be comfortable! In your arms!” “It’s not that serious. But fine.”
He’s really good at cooking, he makes full course meals and mostly eats it all himself. He saves a little bit for you tho
RIN~
He’s not shy, or awkward with you he’s just kind of…aloof- he sometimes just stared at you with a straight face like 😐 and when you ask what’s wrong he just goes “I’m just looking at your beauty?”
He loves laying in the sun, and watching the clouds n stuff with you, although he does get sun burned sometimes but he doesn’t listen when you tell him to put on sunscreen so he deserves it
He cares for you so hard, he lays blankets on you, he feeds you, he make sure you drink water! He is such a caregiver because he can’t handle if something happeneds to you.
Omg I love them. ANYWAYS ima post another class 1A Post then ima post a haikyuu headcanon I’ve benn workin on
It was well past midnight—2 a.m., to be exact—and you found yourself padding down the hallway, your socks muffling your footsteps against the cool, wooden floor. You weren’t really sure why you were so thirsty tonight, but the dryness in your throat was enough to push you out of bed and toward the common kitchen.
Only the small overhead light in the kitchen was on, casting a dim glow over the countertops and cabinets. It wasn’t bright enough to fully illuminate the space, but it was enough for you to see where you were going—and honestly, you didn’t really need to blind yourself over a cup of water. You let out a small yawn, rubbing your eyes as you reached for a glass from the dish rack. Just as you were about to fill it with water, you heard something.
Well, you thought you did.
A shuffle.
The kind that made the tiny hairs on her arms rise.
Maybe it was your mind playing tricks with you again at this time of night.
You paused, your fingers tightening around the glass. Your logical side told you it was probably one of your classmates unable to sleep as well, maybe someone who had snuck into the kitchen for a late-night snack. It wouldn’t be unusual—you had caught Tsuburaba raiding the common fridge past midnight on more than one occasion.
But then you heard it again.
A whisper of movement.
Closer.
Your breath hitched slightly.
What were the odds that you’d get kidnapped and/or murdered in the dorms of a prestigious hero school—surveilled by cameras and guards with routine shifts?
The kitchen light only stretched so far, and beyond its reach, the hallways were shrouded in darkness. You turned your head slightly, trying to make out a shape in the shadows, but it was nearly impossible. You frowned to yourself.
It’s just one of the others, you reassured yourself, though your grip on the glass didn’t loosen.
Before you could react, a deep voice murmured close—too close—to your ear—
“Couldn’t sleep?”
The response was instinctive and immediate. Your elbow shot back with more force than you intended, landing directly into someone’s side with a solid thud.
There was a sharp intake of breath, followed by a strangled, “Ow—”
You whirled around, your heart still pounding, only to find Kuroiro clutching his ribs, his expression a mix of surprise and pain.
“Oh my god,” you gasped, quickly setting your glass down on the counter. “Shihai!”
He gave a slightly strained chuckle, rubbing at the spot you had just elbowed. “Damn, those reflexes were on point.”
As if you two weren’t supposed to have them when you’re training to become heroes.
“I—” You ignored what he told you as you covered your mouth with both hands. “I thought you were—! You scared me!”
“I said your name,” he pointed out, still grimacing as he leaned against the counter.
“Yeah, right next to my ear in the dark! And that doesn’t help at all,” you huffed, still trying to get your pulse to settle. “Why do you always do this?”
Kuroiro straightened up slightly, giving you a lazy, amused smile despite his pain. Those pearly whites knowing just how to charm you as his dark eyes gleamed even in the dim light. “I just wanted to see you,” he admitted. “And maybe, you know, sneak in a little cuddle…”
“Again, you scared me!”
“You’re the one who almost broke my ribs.” He tilted his head slightly, a sheepish grin forming on his lips. “I just wanted to cuddle with my girlfriend.”
“You startled me. And you know I don’t like it when people sneak up on me in the dark.”
“Yeah, yeah. My bad.” Then, without warning, he leaned in slightly, resting his forehead against your shoulder with an exaggerated sigh. “But in my defense, I thought I’d be smooth this time. Apparently not.”
You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t push him away. Instead, you sighed, your fingers brushing against the sleeve of his hoodie. “You need to stop sneaking around like some horror movie villain,” you mumbled.
“But I am the horror movie villain,” he murmured back. “And you’re my final girl.”
You gave him a flat look. “You’re so weird.”
Kuroiro, still slightly rubbing his sore side, gave you a look of mock betrayal. “I came here for comfort, and instead, I got assaulted and slandered. Talk about cruelty all in one night.”
Taking a step back, you took a good look at him, lightly pressing your fingers against where you had hit him. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to—”
“I think I might need mouth-to-mouth,” he said, completely straight-faced.
You blinked. Then, you swatted his arm. “Shut up.”
He laughed softly, watching as you turned back to grab your glass of water. As you took a sip, he moved behind you again, loosely wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
You hummed, though you didn’t push him away. “Shihai.”
“Hmm?”
“You smell like the blanket you cocoon yourself in.”
“Well, just so you know, I was cocooned in it.”
“You’re such a bat,” you teased, laughing.
He chuckled quietly, nuzzling against your shoulder. “And you’re my nightlight.”
You tilted your head back against him. “That was cheesy.”
“Yeah, but you’re smiling.”
“I am. What of it?”
“Nothing.”
They stood like that for a moment, you sipped at your water while Kuroiro just held onto you like a sleepy cat unwilling to let go of its warmth source.
“…Hey?”
“Hm?”
“I really think my side still hurts.”
You frowned and turned—again. “I’m sorry, okay?”
“I might forgive you if you kiss it better.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, then, instead of kissing his ribs, pressed a quick peck to his cheek before stepping back.
“There. Happy?”
Kuroiro blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Then, a slow, lazy grin spread across his face. “I think my side still hurts a little, though.”
“Nuh uh. C’mon, you’re going back to bed before you come up with more excuses.”
He lets you pull him along.
“Only if I get the cuddles I originally came here for.”
You sighed but didn’t argue. After all, it was pretty late.
You thought this arrangement would be fine when he moved in. He worked at night and you worked in the daytime, you both essentially had the apartment to yourselves. But occasionally, Kuroiro would come home a little early from patrols, finding you were still awake, just barely.
The first time this occurred, he slinked into the dwelling, kicking out of his shoes and hanging his keeps, only to hear faint noises of distress coming from your room. Initially, he was concerned, which drove him to check on you, seeping into the shadows of the dark living room, and coming out in the corner of your room.
However, nothing could have possibly prepared him to find you splayed out on your bed, legs spread towards him, desperately rubbing tight circles the flesh there. His fist tightened at his sides and he choked a bit, holding his palm to his mouth to keep quite. He marvelled at how your hips lifted off the mattress in strained, jerky movements.
You were so close and he waited with baited breath to see you unravel. And when you did, it broke something insider of him. Your quiet, shy roommate developed an obsession with you that would lead him to your bedroom nearly every night, on the off chance he might catch you again.
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Tonight was one such night. Kuroiro slipped into the living room nearly an hour earlier than usual, and to his delight, you'd just begun to softly whimper. But there was one thing that made this instance different. It was how you chanted his name on raggedy breaths. He froze for a moment, thinking you'd actually heard him come in but no. You had no idea he was even off work, let alone home.
Approaching your room, he moved through the shadows, finding you in the same position as always: legs swead wide, bent at the knees, flat on your back. He could hear you much more clearly now, his blood running cold from the quiver in your voice as he curiously drew closer.
"A-Ah, Shihai...!" You whined, dipping your fingers into your core. You never called him by his first name to his face, he thought bitterly. But all this time, you'd been praying it in the dead of night? That did take a good deal of his iritation away. "Y-Yeah, just like that, oh-!"
Kuroiro swallowed dryly, silently slinking closer, almost enough to touch as his hand hovered over your knee. "Y-Yeah, you like that?" He muttered, making you jolt, gluing your thighs together in panic. You couldn't believe he'd caught you, how humiliating! "H-Hey, don't stop on my account..." He soothed, finally setting his hand on your knee, stroking it with his thumb.
"I-I'm so sorry!" You squealed, too embarrassed to realize how badly he wanted you. "I-I'm so gross, oh my gosh!"
"Hey, hey, don't be like that," He cooed, placing his other hand on your other knee, slowly prying them apart. "I'm not mad, promise."
"Y-You're not?" You squeaked, peeking out from your fingers as you covered your face with your hands.
"Nah," He answered softly, pushign your legs apart as far as they'd been before, letting his hands slide down your inner thighs and back up again. "In fact... why don't I give you a hand?"
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Your fists firmly tugged at petwer hair as you writhed benath his touch, breathing soft praises into the still air. Kurioro sat on the floor on his knees, having dragged you to the edge of the bed, his face hiding between your thighs. You were still reeling from behing caught and now here we was, devouring you like a man starved. One of his arms wrapped aroun your thigh to keep you still, and the hand was in his lap, needily jerking to soothe the ache. You tasted so sweet, he just couldn't help himself as he groaned against you, his eyes rolling back as he lost himself.
"S-Shihai..." You whispered and his name in your voice hit him like a truck.
He let out an almost pained groan, dragging his head up, eyes peeking over your public bone, his lips closing around your clit. "Y-Yeah...?"
"I-I'm close..." You warned shyly, almost as if you weren't sure if he'd appreciate you cumming on his face.
"That's good, baby," He rasped, suckling firmly on that bundle of nerves. "Want you to."
"B-But..." You weakly protested, squirming under his attention. "What about you...?"
"I'll get off, don't worry," He pulled back a bit, smiling up at you, his heart swelling at your worry. "Wanna get you off first."
You relented as the feelinging inside your stomach began to subside. After a moment, you spoke up again. "U-Uhm, Shihai?"
He sighed playfully as you interupted him again, just as he stuck his tongue out. "Yeah?"
"C-Can I uhm..." You paused, too shy for your own good. " Can I... h-help you too? A-After?"
He softened a bit at your request, grinning brightly in the moonlight. "Awe, sweet thing, you wanna jerk me off?" You nodded meekly. "'Course you can..." He lowered his head back down, licking a slow, slobbery stripe up the length of your slit. "But first, let's get you there, 'kay?"
Now that he knew what you liked, he brought you back to the edge in no time at all, eagerly pushing you over it with no hesitation. He reveled in how you tugged at his hair, writhing and tossing in bed, thighs trembling under his hands. But far better than that was the way you sobbed for him, so sensitive and shy, singing like a siren at his touch.
The scene was almost too much for him, and he had to sweeze his fingers in a ring at the base of his cock to keep himslef from cumming before you could ever touch him. Nevertheless, he rode you out until you fell still, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. After he was sure you were done, he peppered a few kisses to your oversensitive mound and inner thighs berfore pulling himself up.
"Scoot over, baby," He cooed, pulling back the covers as he walked to the side of the bed, reaching up and pulling his shirt over his head, and pushing his pants down his legs. You shifted over a few inches, too tired to really move and he climbed in beside you, lightly nudging you over further until he was no longer in danger of falling off.
Like puzzle pieces, you immediately clicked together, his arm draped around your shoulder, pulling you close as your cheek rested against his chest. "You still wanna?" He asked softly, noting how exhausted you were. "I don't mind doing it myself."
"I want to," You confirmed, reaching out for his tented boxers before pulling your hand away apprihensively.
"Go ahead, I won't bite." He enoucraged patiently, guiding your hand to his waistband. You obediently dipped your fingers into his boxers, grazing his shaft and he gave an overexaggerated groan to boost your confidence. "A-Ahh, baby..."
Happy with his reaction, you fully reached in, gripping his base and pulling his cock out of his boxers, stroking lazily. He let out a genuine sigh of relief when you finally began really touching him, obsessed with how soft your hands were against his sensiltive flesh. You smiled tiredly at his reaction, milking a pearl of pre from his tip befroe smearing it as far as it would reach. "Ah, fuck..." He groaned, resting his head against yours. "J-Just a little faster baby- yeah, just like that..." His breathes became ragged when you immediately obliged, stroking him a bit faster, pumping him from base to tip each time.
Soon his hand wrapped around yours to guide you into the perfect rythme, mind clouded with nothing but the need for satisfcation. You didn't mind as your wrist had begun to tire from the awkward angle it was at. Whatever he needed to do to get there, you were fine with, you were just happy to help.
In what felt like mere minutes, his breath hitched and he squeezed you tighter, wanting you as close as possible as he used your hand to pump short, jittery strokes near his tip. "Shit, baby, that's perfect, don't stop..." Seconds later, thick white ropse spurted out from betwen your hands, jumping into the air before coating your fingers. He confinued to fist himself, well after his aftershocks had taken over.
For a moment, he just laid there, sitcky hand still wrapped aorund yours. "Shihai...?" You asked worriedly, nuzzling his cheek with yoru head. " You okay...?"
"Better than okay," He smiled groggily. "Think I'm in heaven."
He had seen you before, and he had just noticed that you were good-looking… but many people in this school were, after all. So, it came as a surprise to him when he realized you had a bubbly personality during the Joint Training.
« Hey, Shihai, right ?! » you said, as both teams were walking towards the right spot. « Yeah, what ? » he asked, arching an eyebrow. « I heard your quirk kinda is like Tokoyami’s, that’s cool ! Mine isn’t that impressive. » you started. He scoffed, but seemed to be smiling a bit. « Yeah, I bet mine’s way better. »
That said, he understood why you had been recommended during the training. Nice quirk, rather clever despite how bubbly you seemed to be, and actually really nice and not judgemental for someone in 1A. Guess he only had an image of early Shoto or Bakugou in mind ?
As you seemed interesting to him, he walked to you after your fight was over. « So. I noticed you gasping when I arose from the shadows. » he stated, a bit grinning. You started giggling. Like a lot. « How Aoyama screamed ! It was so funny ! Your quirk is so practical ! » and you just couldn’t stop laughing at this point.
That’s when he realize he stared at you. And Kinoko got on his mind. He had a crush on her, right ? But couldn’t he have a crush in the other class ? Wasn’t it why high school was made for ? Have some silly little crushes ? Anyways, he was now eager to see more of 1A, if it meant he could see you.
Jurota Shishida
You never really noticed Shishida before. Seemed to have been invisible during the Sports Festival, and because of how extravagant Monoma is, you never really noticed anyone else in 1B whenever they were around.
That’s why you didn’t really expect him to shine that much during the Joint Training. His quirk was cool and purely physical strength, but his beast capacities were really impressive. Though you wouldn’t say it out loud.
On the other hand, he had noticed you. One of 1A’s big personalities. Sure, you weren’t like Bakugou, but your confidence was really overshadowing some of your classmates’. And you were good-looking. With a nice quirk. And you ended up 3rd at the sports festival.
It’s after his fight that you went to him, eager to learn more about his quirk. « Hey, Shishida ! If you can smell where everyone is, how can you do it if my tentacles go everywhere, hm ? » He started to think but you weren’t done. « Cause you thought there were three Tsuyus, right ? »
You continued. « I could beat you if we fought. » He looked at you. « Well… I’m twice your size. » you snorted. « Well, I might be twice your strength. » he smiled at your answer as you walked away, getting ready for your own fight. God, did his classmates make fun of this interaction during the whole week !
Juzo Honenuki
To him, it was very early. You were at the recommended students exam, just like him. There wasn’t any 1A and 1B back then, and that sort of rivality that seemed to have emerged as soon as the Sports Festival happened.
He liked your quirk, and then you had been nice to him, and then you had even asked about his own quirk. « Oh, so it has nothing to do with the skeleton face ? » you had asked, feeling a bit bad because he seemed to have been embarrassed after that. « No, not at all ! »
Sure, Juzo was insecure. Why did his face have nothing to do with his quirk ? But with you, it was different. It was purely a question, you didn’t have any resentment towards him and he had noticed how it embarrassed you when he became awkward about it.
No one knew about his crush on you since you guys never really talked and since 1A and 1B didn’t have any class together. So, he stressed a bit hearing about the Joint Training. But luckily, you weren’t against him.
You did walk to him after his fight, actually. « Juzo ! You got way stronger ! » you admitted. He smiled, happy to have kept his helmet on. « Thank you, you too ! I’m glad I didn’t have to fight you, to be honest. » Monoma heard that. All of 1B heard about it after it. Now everyone knew because of how awkward he had sound in only one sentence.
Warnings: suggestive content (making out, grinding) but no sex
Characters: Shihai Kuroiro x female reader
Words: ~1.6k
AN: repost of a request from my old account.
pspsps @leechlips remember this one?
The large, dimly lit closet seemed to brighten the moment that you walked in. Kuroiro’s heart began beating faster, just as it always did whenever he saw you. Your mere existence was enough to turn the normally confident man into a clumsy, stammering mess.
His eyes followed you as you made your way towards him, smiling. Honestly, he had never expected to fall for someone as bright as you. To him, you were the sun - warm and luminous in a world that was filled with far too much darkness. He had always been content in the darkness, comfortable even. It was where he felt safest. But you… for you, he would be willing to step out into the light.
Of course, that was nothing but a fantasy that he could only let himself indulge in for so long. Kuroiro was hopelessly in love with you. Hopeless, because he knew that there was no way that you could ever feel the same about him. There wasn’t a single person on this earth that could come close to deserving you, but there were certainly men who were closer than him.
Still, how could he move on from you when you were so sweet? You always greeted him with a smile and a kind word. You showed interest in his life and his well being, asking about his day or what he had done over the weekend. Even when he stumbled over his words, you were always willing to listen to him with rapt attention. Those moments fed into his daydreams, but eventually he had to wake up and realize that he was nothing special to you. He was just another one of your many friends.
The male was so caught up in admiring you, that he didn’t realize how intense his stare had become. When you asked if he was alright, he snapped out of his stupor. Suddenly feeling warm, he looked away. If his skin were lighter, he was sure that he would be blushing.
“We don’t have to do anything, you know,” you said, mistaking his reaction as mere nerves from the current situation that the two of you were in. “We can just sit here and wait until our seven minutes are up. There’s no pressure.”
Kuroiro wanted to kiss you. He wanted to tell you how absolutely beautiful you looked tonight. Wanted to pull you into his arms and hold you there, promising that he would never let you go. He wanted you to be his.
But you weren’t, and you never would be.
You were only here with him because you had drawn his name out of a bowl. It was a juvenile party game, seven minutes in heaven, one that your mutual friends had forced the both of you to play. It wasn’t like you had chosen to be here with him. Mere chance (and perhaps a bit of dumb luck) had brought the two of you together.
“I- I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He hated the way that he stumbled over his words. “I mean, I don’t want you to do anything just because you think I want to.”
Chewing your bottom lip, you searched his face, trying to figure out what he was thinking. “Well, was there something you wanted to do?” Before he can answer, you add, “Who knows, maybe it’s something that I would want to do.”
He would have thought that lying to you would get easier over the years. But here he was, suddenly struggling to come up with a falsity that would make any sense. Nobody in their right mind would turn down this chance with you… so why should he? This would probably be the only time he would ever have an opportunity to kiss you. For once, he wasn’t going to let the moment pass him by.
“I want to kiss you.” Kuroiro blurted out the words before he could second guess himself. Then, hastily, he added, “But only if you want to.”
You take a step closer to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Of course I want to kiss you,” you say. One hand trails up to his neck, your nails gently scratching at his hairline. “Why else do you think I would have set it up so that you and I would end up here together?”
When you had touched him, the man’s hands had automatically come to settle on your hips. But now he froze, letting his arms drop back to his sides. He looks pained as he manages to choke out a few strangled words, “That’s not funny.”
“It’s not meant to be,” you reply, confused. “Kuro, you do know that I’ve had a crush on you for like, a year, right? I thought that you liked me too, until you started avoiding me.”
He stares at you in disbelief. As the silence stretches out between the two of you, you begin to worry that his brain has completely stopped functioning. But just when you’re about to start pounding on the door, thinking that he might need some sort of medical attention, he speaks: “You really like me?”
“Well, yeah,” you answer, giggling nervously. “It’s not like I tried to hide it. Actually, I thought that I had made it pretty obvious. Literally everyone else knows.”
Even with your insistence, Kuroiro isn’t willing to get his hopes up just yet. “Look at yourself, and look at me - the contrast couldn’t be more obvious. You’re a beacon of warmth, exuding nothing but joy and positivity.” Gesturing to himself, he frowns. “Meanwhile, I am a silhouette lurking in the shadows. I would do nothing but cast a pall over your light.”
“Have you ever thought that maybe we would compliment each other well?” You reach for his hand, and he lets you take it. The silver rings that he wears are slightly cold against the warmth of his skin. “I like everything about you, especially the things that make you different from me.”
The last of his reservations begin to fade. He can tell that you’re being completely sincere. As unbelievable as it is to him, you really do like him, darkness and all.
With a slight tug on your hand, Kuroiro pulls you closer. His arm wraps securely around your waist while his thumb and index finger grasp your chin to turn your face towards him. “If you let me kiss you now, things will never be able to go back to the way they were before.”
“I know,” you say. “They’ll be better.”
He chuckles. “Always the optimistic one, aren’t you, love?” Before you can answer, he is leaning down to capture your mouth with his.
All traces of hesitance from before are gone. If there is anything that he is sure of, it’s that he wants this. Wants you. He kisses you with confidence, his lips moving against yours slowly as he savors your softness.
“How much time do you think we have left in here?” he murmurs against your lips, not wanting to break the kiss.
“Not enough,” you retort.
The two of you begin moving with more urgency now. You part your lips for him, an invitation that he readily accepts. His tongue wrestles with yours inside of your mouth, and he groans when you suck the wet muscle.
Kuroiro backs you against the wall of the closet, one hand slipping under the hem of your shirt to grasp the bare flesh of your hip while the other cradles the side of your neck. His knee slots between your legs, providing delicious friction to the area where you need it most. You grind against him, moaning into the kiss.
You flatten your palms against his back, pulling him as close to you as possible. When you tangle the fingers of one hand in his hair and tug, he growls. The sound goes straight to your core, causing you to buck against him.
To your disappointment, he pulls away, chest heaving with his labored breaths. You whine slightly at the loss of him, but he simply chuckles and pulls you into a hug. “You’re mine now, and there will be plenty of time for us to get to know each other more intimately later. But for now,” he leans his forehead against yours, eyes closed and smiling softly. “Just let me hold you. I need to feel you in my arms, so I know that this is real.”
His words cause you to soften in his embrace. You wrap your arms around his waist, and he straightens so that you can lean against his chest. After pressing his lips to your hair in a chaste kiss, he leans his chin on top of your head.
Time ceases to exist. You lose yourself in his warmth, his scent. Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, you trail kisses along the exposed skin.
You pull back, however, when you feel him playing with the fingers of your right hand. Looking down, you watch in shock as he removes a ring from his pinky finger, slipping it onto yours instead. Lifting your hand to his lips, he kisses the spot right above the jewelry.
“Please don’t be alarmed, this isn’t meant to be anything so serious as a promise ring or something like that.” He appears sheepish, watching your face to gauge your reaction. “I simply wanted to give you something of mine to wear. You don’t have to wear it of course, if you don’t want to. I would understand-”
Standing on tiptoe, you silence him with a peck to the lips. “Of course I’ll wear it,” you promise, beaming up at him. “Thank you, Kuro.”
“Shihai,” he corrects you. “My girl calls me Shihai.”
A/N ; this took forever to write, but I think it turned out well! It's the longest fic I've written so far, and I'm really glad it's for Shihai. He deserves more love. Also I drew the banner image, do you like it?
Summary ; You learn that your co-worker and fellow pro-hero, Kuroiro Shihai aka Vantablack, has been moonlighting as a camboy. A deep dive into his hours of content later, and somehow you end up as his biggest fan and number one supporter. The only caveat is... you're pretty sure he hates you.
Words ; 14.5k
Warnings ; cam work, masturbation (m, f), sex toys, assplay (m), unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering (f), praise (f),
Thanks ; @a-shy-blueberry for beta reading, brainstorming, and supporting me through the whole process!!
It started with whispers, a quiet sussurussing behind closed doors, in empty rooms, among breaks and alleyways and friends and acquaintances. Your friend and pro-hero co-worker, Kuroiro Shihai, also known as the hero Vantablack, is supplementing his income by camming. No one’s shown you a video, or given you any proof yet, but you’re dying to know the validity of the claims.
It doesn’t help one bit that you’ve been insanely attracted to him since your time together in school, though nothing ever came of it. You were both too focused on studying, training, becoming a hero. And, well, now that you’re both heroes and living the dream, as it were. Maybe it’s as good a time as any to do a google search for his content. He won’t be hard to notice, his quirk gave him a unique appearance.
These are your thoughts as you round out your patrol for the evening. You’ve been on your feet for hours, walking the streets to keep bad guys from doing bad things and stopping potential villains from causing general mayhem. All in a day’s work.
This shift was a boring one. Your sector is a well-travelled one that’s got a relatively low crime rate, it’s one of the ones that newbies and side-kicks get assigned. You’d be fine with it normally, but that means there’s nothing keeping your mind from running wild with fantasies about your supposed camboy friend.
You wonder, as you walk, what kind of content he puts out. Is he a degrading dom or a praise-hungry sub? Did he fuck himself on toys or stroke himself to completion? You’d caught sight of his bare torso a handful of times here and there, and the curiosity of what lies beyond his waistband has you getting a little too wet in your hero. Thick and vascular, or long and pretty? Somewhere in between? Did he dress up in cute costumes or cosplays? Fetish wear? Harnesses seem like his thing, and you assumed he’d be the leather over plastic kind of guy, but you’d very much like to know for yourself.
You’re so lost in your thoughts, that you don’t even notice the dark figure in front of you until you’ve crashed into a broad chest and steadied with slender hands on your shoulders. Of course, you’d smashed your face right into the man currently occupying your thoughts. Of course.
“I-I,” he stammers, seemingly caught off guard just as much as you were. He steels himself for a moment and then clears his throat. Kuroiro is just as strikingly handsome today as he always is. His hero suit is all dark onyx like his skin, and his silvery hair is tied back into a ponytail. White accents adorn his wrists and shoes but otherwise, he cuts an intimidating figure.
“You won’t catch any villains if you can’t even pay attention to what’s in front of you, weirdo.” He chastises, hissing out that cute little laugh of his. You flush, and then the illusion you’d so carefully spent the last few minutes crafting comes to a screeching halt.
“Just as the prophecy foretold, our fated meeting at dusk means only one thing-”
Oh fuck, here we go. And this is why you and Kuroiro never became anything more than acquaintances. He babbled about something dramatic, and you were too focused on the way his suit hugged his trim and muscular frame to really hear what he was saying. He always said the strangest things when you were around like he was intentionally being off-putting. He was sexy as hell and getting to see him this close for the first time since you’d heard those rumors only gave them more stock. You could easily see how and why he’d be popular enough to make camming a successful side hustle.
Did he spout all that darkness stuff during his shows, you wondered. That thought did nothing more than pour gasoline on the flames. Were there people into such a thing? Surely, there were people into everything, so why would that be any different?
“You’re not even listening, of course,” Kuroiro said suddenly, drawing your attention back to him. He scoffed, and then moved aside to walk away from you without another word. Even when you turned to apologize, he’d vanished. Sucked into the shadows as his quirk allowed.
You crossed paths often enough with him, he tended to be assigned the patrol shift right after yours since nighttime lent itself to his abilities so much better than the day did. He was excellent at what he did, too, great at gathering information and catching ner do wells by surprise.
You just couldn’t put your finger on him, though. He was enigmatic, for sure, and the media seemed to agree with you.
When you returned home, you showered and ordered dinner. Once you changed into comfortable clothes, you grabbed your laptop and began your sleuthing. There were a ton of camsites to shift through, and you didn’t follow him on any social media (not that he’d use his professional handles to post porn with, let’s be real). A myriad of different search terms and combinations later and you finally found him, the rumours were true.
And with a quirk like his and a screen name like “vantabussy”, that secret wouldn’t stay secret for long. If you managed to find him before your takeout even came then surely the others at the agency and then eventually the press would, too. Maybe your co-workers had already found this and that’s why the rumours spread so quickly?
Curiosity piqued, especially after patrolling all day and thinking about him, you clicked through. He was offline, obviously, and there were a few VODs locked behind a paywall which you weren’t convinced about shelling out money for just yet. You scrolled down to the bio section and read through.
It was mostly standard stuff, his username, the date he joined, his birthday and age, what he was into, his streaming schedule, and his body mods. But what caught your interest the most was just how many followers he had.
Sixty thousand.
Sixty thousand people liked his content enough to make an account on this website and follow him, and probably pay a lot of money to see… what exactly? You were just about to click the “register” button when your doorbell rang, nearly making you jump out of your skin and toss your laptop across the room in your shock.
Oh right, the food.
You were quick to greet the delivery person, give them a fat enough tip, and return to your apartment to finally sate this budding curiosity. You set the bag of food on the table, retrieved your laptop and your wallet, and signed up.
You didn’t want it to be obvious that it was you, so picking a username that was interesting enough to get noticed-why did you want to get noticed?- and not too obvious, was going to be a little tricky. You considered it for a moment, your mind running through the options.
You could play off of his username, vantabussy, and use something silly like sparklepussy. But you didn’t like the connotations it gave you. Vantafan666 it is, you supposed. It’s not like you were actually going to interact with him anyway. Not outside of paying the price for the VODs and getting it out of your system.
You input your password, verified your account, and gave away your credit card information for this, so it better be worthwhile. Scrolling through the options, looking at the thumbnails and descriptions to choose which one you’d be shelling out your hard-earned cash for.
“Imagine me breeding you like this,” is the video you decided on. The thumbnail is a full body shot of the one and only vantabussy, on his knees in what appeared to be a room set up specifically for this, with a few toys around. He was completely naked, and it was the first glimpse you’d gotten of what he was packing.
It wasn’t going to be your last.
His cock was pretty, long, and vascular, flushed so red at the tip that it shone through the inky blackness of his skin. His hair was down, and his dick was standing at attention and the dirty talk potential was too good to pass up.
The video was around ten minutes long, and the price was actually pretty cheap. Or what you assumed was cheap, considering how rarely you went on sites like these. You ordered the video and clicked through and immediately your ears were blessed with the sweet timbre of his voice.
Had it always been so butter-smooth and calm?
“Thank you for buying this, baby,” he cooed, shifting his hips forward and displaying his gorgeous length fully as he spread his legs further. His thighs were delicious, all lean muscle and thick power from years of training up and working out. He reached out of frame to produce a small bottle of lube, which he squeezed out onto his bare cock. It jumped at the coldness and he chuckled softly, “so cold, I’m gonna need you to warm me up.”
You had to pause the video there, feeling all tingly and warm from seeing your co-worker and fellow hero in such a compromising way. But of course, this was intentional, right? So it wasn’t wrong of you to indulge, right? If anything you were helping him out by paying for it, so why did you feel so guilty? Guilty, and extremely, stupidly turned on.
You shifted on your couch uncomfortably, the slick pooling in your panties making things sticky. You could do this, you could get through this video without touching yourself!
You leaned back, grabbed your food, and pressed play.
Those long, slender fingers wrapped around his length and he stroked himself a few times to spread the lube around. A low, pretty groan ripped itself from his throat at the sensation and he purred, “can’t wait to fill you up, breed your pretty pussy and show everyone who you belong to. You want that, baby? I know you do.”
As he spoke he produced a clear fleshlight. You could see all the carefully crafted textures on the inside through the soft silicone and you knew he’d chosen it specifically because of his quirk. Getting to see just how good that lovely dick could make you feel was all part of the plan.
He pulled out a pillow from off-camera and placed the masturbator on top of it so that he could prop himself up higher on his knees and line up with the entrance. He smirked wolfishly at the camera, quirking a silver brow as if to tease you.
“You ready for me, princess?” he hissed as he slowly sunk into the toy, “God you’re so tight, feels amazing. You’re gonna milk my cock, aren’t you?” Kuroiro’s thrusts started off slow, his moans so deep and sweet as he enjoyed the feeling of fucking his toy. You could see it stretch and contract with every piston of his hips, and could only imagine what it’d feel like inside of you. “Fuck,” he groaned, picking up the pace. The only sound for a moment was the squelching wetness of the lube as he swirled his hips and hissed out a sharp breath.
“Feels so good, you want me to cum inside? Want me to - fuck - breed this pretty pussy of yours? I wonder if I could get you pregnant with just one, or if we should go for multiple rounds. What do you think, baby? Would you like that?” Words dripped from his lips as his pace picked up even more. He pressed a palm to the top of the toy to add more pressure and keep it still.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, princess. Cum with me, I want to feel you cum on my cock. That’s it, good girl. Oh shiiiiiit-” he moaned loudly as he shot pumps of milky cum into the fleshlight. You could see just how much he gave, too, your eyes focused on where the head of his dick pressed out of the other end and pushed his load out. It all but gushed, staining the pillowcase.
“Nnnnmmm, so good for me, oh my god,” he pulled out carefully, sensitive, and leaned back on his heels. His expression was glossy and dazed and he had such a cute little grin on his face that you felt yourself smiling right alongside him. He let out an exhausted huff.
“Thank you, baby, I needed that.” And then the video cut.
You hadn’t realized you stopped eating, entranced by the show Kuroiro put on. Out of all the things you’d expected from him, that was certainly not it. Where was all that waxing poetic about weird stuff? He seemed so perfectly normal and insanely sexy in the video.
That only further proved he’d done those things just to drive you away, and your heart sank a little. It wasn’t like you were ever close but knowing that he hated you for no seemingly good reason was rather upsetting. You returned to your food, but your mind was swimming.
With the video still paused on your laptop screen and a mouthful of fried rice, you thought about what you’d just witnessed. Sure enough, pro-hero Vantablack - or should it be vantabussy now? - was making a decent amount from his side hustle of being a camboy. And it was so fucking sexy, no wonder he had sixty thousand fans. If that video was so good, what about the others?
Was it really okay, though? Knowing how much he disliked you? Watching him fuck a fleshlight felt like an invasion of privacy, but if he was going to hate you for no good reason then who cares? You could watch all of his content and he’d have no way to stop you.
That sounded like as good an excuse as any to have you clicking through to the next video. And the next. And the next. All 38 of them.
Before you knew it, you’d spent all of this month’s budget and half of next’s on Kuroiro’s VODs, and it was worth it. In your defense you didn’t really spend money on yourself, so this was like a good little splurge for you. On porn. Of your co-worker. Who hated you.
And true to form, he was totally normal in every video you watched. No spouting about the night and voids and fate and whatever else. You just had to catch him the next time he started streaming to really confirm it for yourself. It’d be easy to fake it for a short ten minute clip, but on live it’s so much different.
Scrolling down you checked his stream times and luckily for you it looked like he’d be on around 8:00pm tomorrow evening. That’s lucky, neither of you had patrol tomorrow, so maybe he was right earlier when he was talking about fate or whatever. You made a mental note to catch his show, and transferred some cash over from savings just in case. It’s not like you were going to tip him, but it’s just to cover what you’d spent already.
Including the extra hundred you’d transferred. That’s just… just in case.
You stepped away from your couch and laptop after what was definitely hours of binge-watching vantabussy’s VODs to stretch and clean up a bit. It was getting late, and images of his pretty cock busting load after load danced behind every blink of your eyelids.
You were asleep before your head hit the pillow.
The next day came early, as it always does. You made a point to be an early riser even on your off days so that you could keep a solid schedule. There was just one problem. Okay, two problems.
The first one was all the dreams you’d had last night about Kuroiro. Him hovering over you, pinning you down with strong, lithe arms and stuffing you full of cock and cum. His honey-sweet voice pouring filth into your ear as he makes you feel better than you ever have.
And the second one was how horny you were between the dreams and the memories and thoughts of him. Knowing that his show wasn’t until later the anticipation was almost agony. You needed more and you needed more now.
Grabbing your phone you opened social media, and it didn’t take but a moment before you found his twitter profile, under the same screen name. Unfortunately his account was locked, for good reason. You almost hit the request button, but it dawned on you that between the frantic watching of videos and cream-filled dreams, you realized he hated you.
And PR would throw a fit if you followed such an account from your verified one.
That left you one choice: start a new account under an alias to get your vantabussy fix. So you did, using the same name you signed up with last night to request the follow.
Now all that was left to do is get ready for the day and wait. You threw back your blankets and stepped into your slippers, wrapping your robe around you as you walked into the bathroom to wash your face and ready yourself for the day ahead.
Sure, you could go back and rewatch those VODs, the one where he wore this really lovely red leather harness and used a riding crop on himself stood out to you, but the thought of there being fresh, new content lurking just behind a follow request was too juicy. The notification came just as you were pouring your first cup of coffee for the day. He’d accepted your request. Odd, you hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly, considering his schedule, but you figured he must have just gotten off of patrol since it was still early.
You sat down at your modest dining table with coffee in tow and phone in hand to scroll through his hundreds of post like you were reading the morning paper. Only this was much sexier, and more sinful.
Making the new account, you found out, was worth it. Not only did Kuroiro make extra cash by doing his camshows, selling VODs, but also he posted the occasional tasty photoset for a pay what you want price. His way of giving back to his fans, so his twitter said. Pay what you want did mean free, if that’s what you could afford, but he was so pretty in the red shibari… how could you not give him a few bucks just for that?
There were twelve photos in the set altogether. Vantabussy in different poses, tied up in different styles with his dick rock-hard and begging to be sucked. The next set was worth paying the extra for, too, because he’d worn a maid dress from a fan request. It looked so good on him, too, the way his cock tented the skirt and how juicy his thighs looked in white fishnet.
Just like before you’d gotten so lost in consuming his content, that you’d spent far more than you’d intended and ran out of coffee, too.
This was bad, you felt like you were starting to get addicted to him; to the cock you’d have no chance of ever seeing or feeling in real life. The fantasy, though, was what kept you coming back for more. And he was gorgeous. The more you saw of him the more that fact solidified in your mind.
In the photos, too, certain aspects of his body became more apparent. The fine spattering of silver hair running down his belly, for one. Just how toned his abs and arms were, for two. The plump shape of his lips, also. Lips you now couldn’t stop thinking about kissing.
Lips you wanted to feel explore your body. His tongue, too, was pink and flushed just like his dick, and you wanted to feel if it was just as soft and warm as you imagined. You shivered, not from cold, but from how electric that thought made you feel.
You considered rubbing one out, just to get rid of this tension that’d been building all through the evening and overnight, but he was supposed to be putting on a show later, and thinking about edging yourself through the entire thing was so, so tempting. Making yourself wait to cum until he does, or overstimulating yourself to cum as many times as he did were both options.
But you didn’t know which one it’d be, and the thought of waiting was agonizing. So many possibilities flitted through your brain as you set about cooking breakfast, eating breakfast, and then cleaning it up. You looked through the photos you’d bought again, and then indulged yourself by watching the video from before as if it’d soothe the ache between your legs.
Realizing you were just working yourself up over and over, you tried to distract yourself by cleaning, doing laundry, cleaning some more, reorganizing your closet. And by the end of all that it was barely 3:00 pm. Five hours to go, and you were on fire. While all of that kept your body moving to work out the tension, you couldn’t get him out of your head.
Overnight Kuroiro had gone from eccentric co-worker and fellow hero to your wildest fantasy dream boy and you just couldn’t get enough. Surely there had to be more, right? Something you hadn’t seen yet?
Craving him, you browsed his public socials, scoured through pinterest boards and twitter accounts dedicated to him and his abs. Though, in your professional opinion, it was his arms that were the star of the show. Long, leanly muscled with broad shoulders. You imagined what they’d feel like wrapping around you, holding you close in an embrace as he gently thrust into you.
The frantic desire from before slowly started giving way to something else, something more intimate, the longer you looked through Kuroiro’s online presence. The press had captured several photos of him interacting with children and the elderly, including one kid dressed up as him for Halloween. Headlines talked about how intel he’d gathered via the use of his quirk changed the outcome of situations for the better.
You got stuck on one article, there was a photo of him smiling candidly while talking to some other heroes at your agency. It was from the day you’d all first started there together, and the article talked about you and your peers as breakout heroes with a highlight on Vantablack.
But that photo, somehow, seemed to paint him in a different light. He really tended to play up that grim dark persona for the media and had a real flair for the dramatics, but this was just so genuine.
Why did he have to hate you so much?
Eight rolled around more quickly after that.
You probably shouldn’t have gone out of your way to charge up your favorite two vibrators, and make sure your tried and true dildo was squeaky clean for this, but you did just to pass the time. You also shouldn’t have run out to the local sex store to get some of the same brand of lube he used, but you did it anyway (and almost bought a new toy while you were there, but you’d just spent hundreds on vantabussy content so perhaps another week).
You got comfortable on your bed, toys laid out neatly, and opened your laptop. The chat was already going wild when you logged in even though the stream hadn’t started yet. Theories on what today’s show would bring were being thrown back and forth, tips coming in already in anticipation, a side discussion on a previous show was also being had. It was overwhelming and chaotic but it looked fun. You had just started to write out a greeting when the camera flicked on.
And there he was in all his glory, wearing a white muscle top and boxers as he leaned back on those gorgeous arms and grinned at the camera. His silver hair fell forward into his face, concealing one eye while the other stared right at you. Well, at the audience, but it felt like he was looking at you specifically. You could see the bulge and dickprint in his boxer briefs, obviously already worked up and horny for the show, and your eyes trailed up along the expanse of his torso.
“Thank you guys for hanging out with me tonight, and for all your tips already. I got a special show in store today thanks to my new, biggest fan.”
The chat went wild with speculation as he trailed those long fingers down the length of his body to rub himself through the grey fabric covering his cock.
“Thank you for all of your support vantafan666,” he hummed, “Whoever you are, you paid this month’s rent for me so I bought you a little something to show my appreciation. Is this your first time here?” He smirked, pulled the camera closer so that the focus was more on his toned belly and growing erection.
He was talking to you, about you, and your face went hot. You supposed you had spent a decent amount on him, buying out his vods and photosets in your hungry fever of wanting more. The chat was mixed, some were disappointed that they had someone new to contend with, and some were congratulating him for it. Telling him how much he deserved it. You wrote your reply hastily, hoping he’d see your name among the hundreds already pouring in.
‘Yes it is, and might I say you look stunning tonight.’
You watched eagerly as his eyes scanned the chat, his thumb idly playing with the waistband of his boxers as he did. You could see the moment he noticed your comment because something shifted in his eyes and his smirk morphed into a grin.
“Mmm damn baby, you really like me, huh? Well, thanks to you, everyone gets to see the cumshot tonight, so everyone say thank you to vantafan666.” The chat filled up with so many thank yous and tips in your stead. Comments like, ‘it’s going to be so worth it, he’s so pretty when he cums’ and ‘thank you @vantafan666 for the food’. Tips broke up the comments, too. Some people tipping a single coin, others a hundred or more. You wondered what the protocol was about this tipping, what was appropriate, and why people were sending the amounts they did. How much did those coins cost, anyway?
You typed a reply in the chat before clicking away to see their pricing packages.
'Can’t wait to see what you have in store tonight <3’
As you looked through, Kuroiro continued to talk, engaging with his fans and replying to some other comments.
“You guys have been begging me to try the Lovense, and I wasn’t going to indulge just yet, but tonight’s a special occasion. This is for you, vantafan.”
The prices were…pricey. But you felt obliged to at least spend some since he’d apparently gone through all the effort of getting this…Lovense? Was it? Just because of you. The payment went through and you clicked back to the stream where Kuroiro was opening the new box and explaining the system. You could tip a certain amount to make this toy vibrate in certain ways for certain amounts of time.
The list popped up in the chat, and you browsed the options.
“So, vantafan666, you got a name, cutie? I wanna know what I should be moaning when I cum for you.” he said, producing the pink toy and showing it off for the camera.
‘Call me y/n’ you said before you could really determine if it was a good idea or not. What if he got your name and instantly knew who you were? Would he block you? His eyes flicked to the audience and he grinned again.
“That’s funny, that’s my co-worker’s name,” he said with a humorous lilt. He made a point to slowly tease the waistband of his boxers again, before turning around and sliding them just off his ass. His ass, which, you realized for the first time, was just as gorgeous as the rest of him. He bent over, presenting his hole which you noticed had the same flush of red that his cock had. You could hear him open the bottle of lube, and slick up the toy before rubbing it slowly against his ass. You were entranced, ignoring chat completely.
“I hope you’re watching y/n, this is for you, baby.”
And you knew he was talking about the y/n that was vantafan666, not the y/n that was his coworker, but you couldn’t help the aching between your legs growing at him calling your name in that buttery voice of his. Especially knowing what he was about to do.
You typed up a response, ‘You look so pretty like this, I can’t wait to see more’.
The chat lit up with the toy’s controls, as well as the tip goal for the day. When he reached a certain amount, he’d get to cum, but only then? And there were interesting options for the controls, too. Formulating a plan, you renavigated to the shop page and bought what was probably way too many coins. You didn’t care, though, the thought alone of getting to control the toy that was going to make him cum and work him up for however long this took was just too tempting.
When you returned to the stream, he’d changed positions, sitting propped up against a large fluffy-looking pillow. He must’ve put the toy in and replaced his boxers, but it’s not like you minded. He looked divine like this, with one arm behind his head showing off his toned bicep, and the other idly rubbing up and down his belly.
“Alright, my darlings, it’s on, someone want to send a tip or two in to make sure it’s working properly?” He grinned again, then sucked the corner of his bottom lip in between pearly white teeth. It was such a lewd face, and you were intrigued.
You hit the tip button, and donated enough to make the toy vibrate for 15 seconds on a medium pulse. It sounded like a good enough place to start. The cartoony sound of coins clattering together came from your laptop speakers as the notifications began popping up in chat.
You weren’t the only one with the idea to start him off strong, and you worried for a moment about the length of the show with just how long and how intense the vibrations were going to be.
“Ah, thank y-” he started, and then the most pornographic moan you’d ever heard ripped from his throat as the toy started up. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck… holy shit.”
Kuroiro threw his head back, his muscles tensing and his hips rising off of the floor from the sensation. His legs were shaking and his breaths came out in uneven pants. “Oh god, th-this is… oh fuck right against my prostate. Ohhhhh~” he groaned, barely coherent. From the angle that he was at you could see his dick harden significantly, and he roamed his hands up and down his thighs as if he could barely hold back from touching himself.
More donations and tips flooded in, keeping the toy going for longer and longer.
“Mmm, oh god you guys wanna make me cum don’t you? Such eager little whores. It’s so cute but we c-can’t have that just yet, yeah?”
This went on for a while. Just about every time the toy calmed down and Kuroiro let his body relax, more tips would cause it to continue pulsing deep in his ass, and the longer it dragged on the more intense and sloppy his moans and movements got. He hadn’t even touched his cock once and you could see the dark spot forming on the strained fabric of his boxers.
‘How much to take them off, pretty boy?’ you commented, and just like before he grinned from seeing your name. I just happened with yours, and you weren’t sure why, but it sent a rush of heat down your body when he did.
“Mm for you, y/n baby, you just gotta keep calling me pretty.”
Fuck.
A few arguments broke out in the chat at that, some calling unfair treatment, some commenting on how he seemed excited to get a message from you, and others that were far more threatening. ‘Just wait until vantabussywhore gets online, bet they’ll have a tipping war.’
“Oh no,” he groaned, slowly working his shirt over his abs, “Now that’d be something to see, wouldn’t it? My two biggest fans going at it?”
‘Vantafan wouldn’t stand a chance,’ someone said, ‘they’re new, and probably have good money but vantawhore gets all the private shows and special shoutouts.’
For some reason knowing that there was someone else willing to shell out just as much or even more as you had you flooding with jealousy. It’s not your fault you were only just learning about his shows and content, why should they get special privileges and priority just because they’d been here longer?
You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice he’d completely stripped, and was now sitting on his knees for the camera, which focused on his muscled abs, strong thighs, and very erect cock. Just like in his VODs, he was so gorgeous.
‘Such a pretty prince for me’ you commented, and attached a generous tip to the message.
The toy went off again, and he moaned at your words and the stimulation, “Oh, thank you y/n. Fuck I can’t wait to cum for you baby.”
The show went on this way for quite a while without much really changing. He’d stroke himself, his body would react when the toy switched on, and plenty of chat interactions, but ultimately you thought you enjoyed his VODs more.
That opinion changed, however, when he hit the predetermined goal and chat lit up with hundreds of donations. All of them aimed with one goal in mind: make vantabussy blow his load for the world to see.
You could see his body break out in goosebumps as the toy started up again, Kuroiro frantically fucking up into his fist. “Oh shit, you really want -ohhh hhhhhahhhh- to see me cum, huh? Why the h-hurry? Ngh- fuck okay, okay I’ll give you what you want, y/n,” he moaned, and you’d forgotten that he was going to be getting off to you, for you.
You grabbed your vibrator, finally, and attacked your clit with it, letting yourself melt at the sensations. More and more donations flooded in, keeping the vibrator on and it wasn’t long before a loud cry of your name had you hyperfocusing. Pump after pump of creamy white cum coated his belly, and his whole body tensed and flexed with effort and pleasure. “Oh fuck, y/n, I’m cumming. I’m cumming for you, princess, oh my god. Feels so good, you feel so good! Gonna fill you up, baby, ohhhhhh y/n….”
That last broken moan of your name was enough to send you over the edge, hurtling towards your own orgasm. Once you came to enough to refocus on his stream, the tips continued flooding in, alongside comments of how sexy he is and how lucky you are. You loaded up the rest of your coins into one big donation and hazily typed out your message.
‘So pretty. Thanks for cumming with me.’
He smiled lazily at you, “damn you’re gonna take top spot with all these tips, baby. You really like me that much?”
Top spot? Like? Most donations? Now that was a title you wouldn’t mind. You looked around for the information, bought some more coins, and sent it through without any attached message. You’d bested the previous top donator, vantawhore, and upped the ante by double. Reckless spending? Perhaps. Did that mean picking up more patrols to make up for taking so much from your savings? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely.
“Holy shit, y/n. Thank you so much. Next time you’re here I’ll give you a special treat just for that, okay?” he chuckled, his grin just growing wider.
“Thank you all for cumming with me, I’ll see you later.” And then the stream cut.
That happened. You were so wrapped up in everything, in this new world of Kuroiro “vantabussy” Shihai, that time not only got away from you, but also so did your common sense. You cringed looking at your transaction history, realizing just how much you’d spent on him over the last 24 hours. Guess you really were his new biggest fan, huh?
And tomorrow you’d have to face him, even just in passing, because you were scheduled for patrols back to back. Not like it’d be an issue, really, you supposed. Considering how he actually hated you. It’s good he didn’t realize it was you behind vantafan666, because that would have definitely put a strain on your professional relationship.
You felt… strange. Like you were in a sort of limbo caught between your feelings that were just starting to develop for him and the fact that he really wanted nothing to do with you. If the fact that he’d just been acting out of sorts to put you off and drive you away was as true as you figured, then you had no idea what you’d done to cause such a reaction.
You’d been nothing but nice to him, so you thought. Always attempting small talk and asking about his day up until he started acting so weird. What had changed to make him hate you? As far you could remember…nothing. It was troubling but maybe you could at least show your support to him in this way? If he wanted nothing to do with you then you could do that, keep your distance in person and avoid him like he wanted. And at night, you could tip during his shows, buy his photopacks and VODs. It wasn’t conventional by any means, but it was the only thing you can think of.
And maybe it was better this way. You’d save him the horror of interacting in person, and become his number one fan online. And maybe when the time was right you could reveal yourself and change his opinion of you. Or ruin your relationship with him altogether.
As you readied yourself for your shift, you desperately wanted to reach out to him, ask him about why he’d hated you and what you’d done, but that would defeat the point. Avoiding him would be difficult, but you were sure you could pull it off.
The commute to work was wrought with nerves, knowing that he’d be changing shifts with you at the end of the day. But at least you had all day to figure out a more in-depth game plan.
Your shift was long and uneventful, scheduled just for your patrol before the weekend. No villains to stop or thieves to deter. Just a little old lady to help cross the street and a cat to rescue from a tree. The people were nice, though, and it was the perfect opportunity to overthink yourself into knots about Kuroiro.
Every plan or idea or thought you had throughout the day vacated your mind as you passed him on your way back to your agency. It would be more accurate to say you nearly barrelled straight into him. Again.
“Woah, watch it,” he said abruptly, making sure to avoid you by side-stepping. When he noticed the look on your face, though, he paused. “Hey, you good?”
You were looking up at him with wide, owlish eyes, as if he was the most insanely incredible thing you’d seen in ages. Your mouth went dry and your palms got sweaty as images flitted through your mind. His photosets, VODs, and the show you’d watched just the night before, the way he’d reached the height of pleasure with your name on his lips. Your name that didn’t belong to you.
“O-oh, yeah. Sorry.” You said hurriedly, scurrying away as quickly as you could and leaving a very curious and confused Vantablack in your wake. All of that stressing and worrying for nothing because you’d run into him anyway and proceeded to make an awkward situation even worse.
Fuck was he always that hot? After seeing the man beneath the mask, so to speak, it was easier to notice those little things about him. Like just how muscular he was, or how tall, or how… big. Your face got hotter and hotter as you went about your evening routine, thoughts lingering on the man that hated you.
This began a new normal. On his off days you’d watch his streams, tip absorbent amounts just to get the top spot and hear him call out your name when he finished. Sometimes he’d let the top few donors in on a private show, you included, where he’d ask you about personal things. Things that weren’t relevant to anything going on, like your hobbies and your job and if you liked anyone. To which, your answer was, of course, “I like you.”
And it kept going, streams where you would pour filth into his chat, and he’d spill it from his lips. Nights where you promised to cum together, despite the barrier of a screen and anonymity. Even the regulars in the chat started to enjoy the banter and chemistry between you, going so far as to tip just for Kuroiro to do whatever you asked, or write your name on his cock, or whatever they could think of.
You’d spend his streams riling each other up, teasing and dirty talking and blowing your entire spending budget. It was worth it, because during those times you felt like Kuroiro actually liked you, even though he had no idea who you were.
And, oh, how your affections grew fonder by the day. Despite his usual avoidance of you at work, you really fell hard for the man. How could you not? Having spent so much, chatted so much, cum so much with him. Feeling like you were the only two people in the stream, as if it were a private call where he was getting you off, and you were getting him off. And somewhere along the way you fell for him. Hard.
Even beyond a sexual attraction, you found yourself doing little things around the agency to make his day go easier. Making sure there was a fresh pot of coffee on in the employee lounge, anonymously leaving a box of fresh donuts for the night shift and including his favorite, and even occasionally leaving little handwritten notes of encouragement on his lunchbox. Part of that, also, was avoiding him like the plague.
If he didn’t like you, then you wouldn’t force him to be in your presence. That’s the least you could do, right? One less stressor on him, despite how much you really, really wanted to see him in person. To look at his handsome face and hear his pretty voice, to see him with fresh eyes, no longer as the awkward weird guy he pretended to be in front of you, but as someone strong, sweet, and fun. And sexy.
You considered for a moment making a fanpage for him, but would that be too much? Instead, you elected to fill your phone with the few pictures of him you found online, from articles and newscasts, candids and press, you just couldn’t help yourself. He’d never be yours, not really, so sighing longingly while scrolling through the folder you’d made just for him on your phone had to be good enough.
Watching his streams and buying his content had to be good enough.
Why couldn’t you be good enough?
As the year drew to a close, Vantabussy announced a special, end of year prize for his loyal and most faithful viewers. It’s not uncommon, a lot of people do it to show their appreciation to their audience.
You joined the stream, as usual, sitting comfortably on your bed with your laptop to watch and listen and participate as you normally did. Your heart skipped a beat when the camera flicked on, and Kuroiro made his appearance. He looked exceptionally good, with his hair pulled back and wearing what looked to be a complicated harness made of red velvet. He also wore a red blanket wrapped around his waist to hide himself until the time was right.
“Thanks for tuning in today,” he said with a light chuckle, “I’m announcing the end of year prizes and their winners before we start, so please have some patience while we get through it, and then the fun stuff will happen.”
He winked, darted his tongue out to wet his lips and then smirked playfully. Fuck, he really was so effortlessly attractive, wasn’t he? No wonder he made good money doing this.
“First, I want to say a big thank you to all of you for supporting me. Whether you tip, or just enjoy the show, knowing I can make others feel good makes me happy! I’d give each of you a kiss on the cheek if I could!”
“Anyway, I’d like to thank my top ten supporters this year, who interacted, donated, and supported me the most. I’m going to do a private show just for you, with some special caveats, I hope you look forward to it.” From there he listed off the usernames of the winners, and it was no surprise that you were among them. Had you really spent so much on him over the last few months?
“I’ve also recorded a special VOD that’s going to be free for everyone, a little thanks from me. And finally for the big prize, for my top supporter this year, you get a choice. Either a private session with me, where we record a VOD together, or a one on one session. That choice is yours, vantafan, I will private message you after the show. Thank you for being my #1 this year!”
He smiled widely, genuinely, and it was meant just for you. The chat went wild, congratulating the winners, lamenting on how they wished they could afford more, asking when he’d take that blanket off.
But you were caught up on one thing: the potential to get to be with him, face to face, for real, in person. However, if you chose that, he’d for sure know it was you, right? And that would just be awkward, considering how he actually hated you.
Or did he? You’d been nothing but yourself over the months in the chat, and you’d barely spoken to him in person. Maybe he just hated the idea of you? Or had a problem with you as a hero in an attempt to drum up publicity from the drama, and you just hadn’t taken the bait yet?
Maybe there was a chance, and you could explain to him…
Just as you were running through your thoughts and getting distracted, Kuroiro flicked the lights off, plunging the screen, and your room, into inky blackness.
“Today’s special treat is something I’ve been thinking about for a while.”
Just as suddenly everything was illuminated in a dark purple: black lights. And Kuroiro was on his knees in front of the camera, barely visible in the darkness, with bright, neon patches of white painted on his skin, glowing beneath the special lighting.
The head of his cock, subsequent rings going down his shaft, and a variety of different designs painted along his body, focusing on the most sensitive parts of him. Rings around his nipples, and when he leaned back you could see arrows pointing to his asshole. There were bands around his arms to accentuate his muscles, and lines tracing down his abs, his hips, all but pointing directly to his dick.
And then he produced a brightly lit, neon pink dildo. At first Kuroiro didn’t strike you as a switch, but after watching him for so long, learning his kinks, bantering with him, that became very obvious. Though, even while bouncing on a long, thick silicone cock, he’d still lightly degrade the audience, cooing about how dirty they are for liking to watch him.
Fuck, you wanted him so bad.
You watched intently as he sunk down on the dildo, the bright pink disappearing into his hole, making for an interesting and fascinating show as you could map just how deep it was going. He moaned when fully seated, swirling his hips to rock against his prostate, drawing another sweet sound from his lips.
“Mmmm, fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve used one of these, hasn’t it?” he cooed, “Feels so good, shit.” Slowly, he rose until the head nearly popped out, and then slammed back down, setting a slow but hard pace. It was mesmerizing, the way he swallowed up the cock, the way the lines on his body moved and flexed with his muscles, and how his pretty, perfect dick bounced with each motion.
You snaked your hand down between your legs, typing with one hand. You look so good, baby.
“Hhhahhh, thank you, sweetheart, but you look better.” It was a sweet sentiment, and it made you burn. Of course, he couldn’t see you, but the thought of him thinking you looked good in any capacity made your heart race.
The tips started pouring in, as they always did, and Kuroiro thanked each and every one. Some requested for him to do certain things, like play with his nipples, smack his ass, or choke himself, all of which he did without hesitation, and all of which drew you closer to your orgasm. You ruthlessly played with your clit, wishing - pretending - it was him. How would his hands feel on your body? Would he touch you gently? Would he kiss you softly? Or would it be more aggressive, more filled with fire and desire?
Would he hold you down and fuck you hard, or would it be slow and sensual? There were so many questions, so many scenarios to fantasize about.
As he continued to ride the dildo and stroke himself at the same time, he spoke directly to you. “Mm you know, vantafan, I’ll be happy with whichever prize you chose, but… I really… *fuck*, I really hope you choose to do the VOD with me. I want to taste your sweet pussy in person. I want - oh god, mmmm - I want to feel you cum on my cock.”
That hit you like a freight train, the realization that you could have him all you wanted. That he wanted you just as badly. That you had the opportunity right in front of you to fulfill your fantasies and more.
The only caveat was that you were sure he’d call the whole thing off once he learned your real identity. How could you go about making this work and maintaining your anonymity? You could wear a mask, perhaps. One of those halloween masquerade ones that’d look real pretty on camera. But what if it fell off during whatever activities you got up to?
The blacklights. Of course! If you combined those two things, surely he wouldn’t find out the truth! Wearing a mask and dimming the lights so much that even if it somehow got removed, he couldn’t figure it out before you managed to recover. It was perfect.
“Gods, it’s going to be a quick one tonight,” Kuroiro’s deep, keening voice cut through your thoughts. “I just.. Fuck I just can’t take how good it feels like this, and thinking about you, vantafan. It’s just too much. You want me to cum, baby? Want me to paint my stomach white for you?”
Yes, you typed and then tipped what was probably way, way too much for such a short show, cum for me with my name on your lips.
And that was all the permission he needed, spurts of glowing white cum coated his abs as he moaned a broken cry of your name. Your real name, not your username. It was rare he used it, usually just when he was dirty talking with you or cumming, but it was enough to send you over the edge yourself.
Kuroiro wrapped up the stream as usual, and you were left in darkness when he cut the feed. Would he really be messaging you to set this whole thing up?
It wasn’t a few minutes later when the notification dinged on your laptop that someone had sent you a PM. Your heart shot to your throat as you opened it, seeing that it was indeed from Vantabussy.
Y/N,
I hope you enjoyed the show tonight, sorry it was short! Let me know which prize you decide on. If you want to do the VOD it doesn’t matter where you’re located, I’ll buy a plane ticket and pay for a hotel room, okay?
God, he really was a gentleman. You really had fallen for him, not just for his sex appeal but for his personality. His real personality.
I did! The blacklights were very sexy, and I was wondering when I come in for the VOD if we could use them? I’d like to keep my identity a secret if that’s okay.
You waited, probably for too long, for him to respond. But, oh, how you weren’t prepared for the message you received.
You’re so fucking hot, oh my god. Here’s my number, we can discuss things further through texts if that’s okay with you?
xxx-xxx-xxxx
It was more than okay. And he thought you were hot? He hadn’t even seen you, yet! What was he on about? You eagerly plugged his number into your phone and were about to message him when you realized that he might already have your number saved under your hero name. You worked at the same agency, and crossed paths a few times, after all.
Or maybe he didn’t, because he hated you. You had to remind yourself of this, and every time you did it hurt a little more. Right, he could never know the truth because of that. What would he think if he found out? You swallowed hard, and took a chance.
Texting with him, it turned out, was even more fun than bantering with him through his stream. He was easy to talk to, funny, and sweet, and such a far cry from the Kuroiro you knew from work. The Kuroiro who’d spout such strange things about the darkness, and the void or whatever. Who’d sometimes say out-of-pocket stuff for no reason other than to make you feel uncomfortable. It was obvious that it was an act, because he was so different like this. This had to be the real him.
Of course, you lived in the same city, so there was no need for him to purchase plane tickets or pay for hotel rooms, and setting up a day and time was easy enough. Too easy, almost, and too soon. This weekend, specifically.
And, oh, how time flies when you’re anxiously awaiting meeting the man you loved for an anonymous hook-up that he’d record and broadcast to thousands. Reality started setting in the closer you got, knowing you’d be kissing him, touching him, fucking him. Knowing he’d be running his hands on your body and making you feel good.
But he was such a gentleman, texting you all week to quiet your nerves, telling you that he wouldn’t do anything you weren’t comfortable with. And even going so far as to send you a few voice memos just to tell you how excited he was, and how much he really, genuinely appreciated you and your support. That it was all he could do to try and make you feel good and cum for real and not just from behind a screen.
Surprisingly, picking out a mask wasn’t difficult. You just went to the nearest party supply store and found a half-face rabbit mask, with lace details and long, plastic ears. It’d do well to mask all but your eyes and your mouth.
The harder part was picking out matching lingerie to wear, because you couldn’t exactly go on camera and knowingly go into your first time with him without at least looking a little nice. After a trip across the city, hitting up every lingerie and adult store you could find, eventually you found the perfect set.
A black lace and leather bralette, with straps that accentuated your tits, and a small, strappy thong. You chose a matching garter belt and thigh-high stockings to complete the ensemble. Not bad, you thought upon trying on the whole get-up in front of your mirror. It fit well, hugged all the right places and you genuinely thought you wouldn’t be able to tell who you were. With your hair down, especially, as you usually wore it up for patrols. Surely there’d be no way he could connect you to the hero you were, and with the added protection of the darkness and black lights you were feeling secure and ready.
Well, despite your nerves. It’s not exactly a common arrangement, but you couldn’t pass it up. To know, finally, what kind of lover Kuroiro would be. To feel him touch you, to think for even just a little while, that maybe he could love you, too.
Even though he wouldn’t.
You steadied your nerves as best as you could as you made your way up to Kuroiro’s apartment. You felt jittery, giddy as your stomach filled with butterflies and your heart fluttered wildly. This was it. Finally. You were going to meet him, not as Vantablack, not as vantabussy, but as Kuroiro. As Shihai.
You swallowed hard, standing just outside of his door. A deep inhale, a slow exhale, as you placed the mask over your face and rang the doorbell. He was quick to answer, slinging the door open and leaning on the doorframe with one arm propped above his head.
Immediately you were taken with just how good he looked like this. Wearing a grey sleeveless turtleneck and black jeans with his hair tied half-up and a few strands falling in his face. He looked you up and down, towering over you, and grinned.
“Damn, you are just as fine as I thought you were. Holy shit.” he said with a chuckle, and then stepped aside to let you into his apartment. It was well decorated, not too large and not too small. Clean, and comfortable. He led you deeper inside, and you watched him walk. The muscles of his back showing through, his arms built so well shown off in all their glory, and those jeans made his ass look delicious.
You were in over your head.
He led you into the kitchen, instructed you to sit down at the bar and brought out a glass of water for you.
“So,” he said, leaning against the bar across from you and looking you over again. Like he couldn’t get enough of you. “I’ll just cut right to it, okay? We can go at your pace, establish a safe word. Tell me what you like, what you want, and I’ll do my best to make sure you have a good time. This is my first time doing anything with someone else, but I’m going to try to make it easy for you, alright?”
You nodded, smiled, “Okay, that sounds good. I hope I’m okay… I mean… I hope your audience likes me.”
“Babe, I like you, that’s all that matters.”
Oh, that made your heart do funny things, combined with the look he gave you, you weren’t sure you’d survive this. You sat and talked with him about what was going to happen, and he made it so easy. He didn’t judge you for your kinks or your desires, and made it very apparent that you were in control here. If you said stop, he’d stop.
But the longer you talked, the more you got the feeling that there was something you weren’t getting. Like there was something he was hiding. It was in the way he’d glance at you with this unreadable expression when he thought you weren’t looking, or the smile he’d sometimes give you that made you think he knew more than you realized.
There’s no way he’d know your secret. You were careful.
Once you were ready, your nerves calmed as much as possible, he led you back to his recording room, his hand falling to your waist to guide you through his home. It was so warm through the fabric of your shirt, and you had to fight not to let the shivers run up and down your spine.
The recording room was just as you’d expected it to be, having seen it so many times already over the countless streams and recordings you’d watched. Decorated in mostly greys, whites, and blacks, with the occasional red accents. It suited him, and you smiled softly as you watched him walk ahead of you to maneuver the camera and recording gear.
In the center of the room was a queen size bed, plush blankets and pillows just for the sake of looking nice as Kuroiro got off. A plush, red rug where he usually recorded, was laid out just at the foot of the bed. All around were things he’d use in his streams, or videos. A collection of toys were displayed on a low dresser, an array of dildos, cock rings, vibrators, wands, bullets, restraints, whips, floggers, ropes. Just about anything you could possibly want to use or experiment with.
“Wow,” you said, grasping the full scope of the room at last, “You’re really prepared, huh?”
He laughed, a deep, pleasant sound, and glanced at you over his shoulder, “Yeah, well, you kind of accumulate these things over time.”
Walking deeper into the room as Kuroiro continued to fuss with the equipment, you sunk slowly into the bed. It was far softer and more comfortable than you thought at first, and already your mind was going to naughty places.
“Alright,” he said, walking over to sit next to you, “I think maybe we should break the ice a little before I turn the camera on. We already have chemistry, but I want the audience to really feel that, and I don’t think they will if we’re all awkward at first.” He chuckled again, and you felt your face heat up.
“Okay… but first can you turn the lights off? I’d be more comfortable.”
“Of course,” he said, hopping up to flick off the switch, and use a remote control to turn on the blacklights. There were several around the room, lining the walls. It illuminated everything in a dark purple light, just enough to make out shapes, and activate anything that was white or otherwise bright in a fluorescent glow.
Kuroiro sat back on the bed beside you, and leaned back on both of his arms, tilting his head towards you and grinning. His teeth were so white that they shone in the light and for some reason it made your heart pound even harder. What would he taste like?
“What… did you have in mind?” You ventured, shifting uncomfortably under his intense gaze.
“Hmm,” he said, “I’m going to kiss you.”
You didn’t have time to think about that before his lips were on yours. Finally. Finally after all this time, you got to feel him, taste him. One hand came up to the side of your neck, his thumb tracing your jaw as the other fingers raked through your hair. His lips were soft, and practiced as he kneaded them against yours.
He didn’t miss the way you sighed and melted into him, and you were being pushed back until you were laying flat and Kuroiro was on top of you. One hand still at your throat and the other on your waist, his hips slotted between your thighs. He opened his mouth, and you could hear him hum as he licked over your lips, could hear him chuckle as you allowed him access to you.
He tasted of mint and cloves, an odd combination but not unpleasant in the slightest. He laved over your tongue, explored the expanse behind your teeth as his grip on your hip tightened. You could feel the hard press of his cock against your thigh, dangerously close to your core. You couldn’t blame him, as you tangled your fingers in his hair, undoing the hair tie that held it back and letting it fall around his face, because you were just as soaked.
He drew back, just enough to snag your lower lip between his teeth and pull gently before kissing you again. You trailed your hands down to his shoulders, and hooked your arms around his ribcage to pull him closer to you. To press his chest to yours and your bodies flush. This earned a low, desperate groan from deep in his throat, a sound that made you clench around nothing.
Kuroiro started to pull back, but you stopped him by closing your lips around his tongue and sucking, bobbing your head slightly for a moment before letting him free. He propped himself up on his elbows beside your head, looking down at you as best he could through the dim lighting.
“Fuck,” he sighed, then chuckled again, “you’re perfect.”
Heat flooded your cheeks, and you were glad for the mask, and the dark. He shifted slightly, just so that he could run a thumb along your cheek just beneath where the plastic and lace of the mask ended.
“Is it wrong of me to want you to remove this thing?”
You paused, wide-eyed. Of course it wasn’t wrong, you wanted to remove it, too. But that… that would ruin everything. Would you be satisfied with just this? Just the small make out that happened? You hated lying to him, hated feeling like he genuinely cared about you but knowing it was a ruse.
“I can’t,” you said, “I… I don’t want to risk my job.”
Of all things, he smiled, “I understand. My co-workers found out about me and they’ve been weird ever since. Most of them just avoid me, some of them act really strangely, and y/n… well,” he laughed again, but this time it was hollow, bitter, “nevermind about her, this is about you and me.”
He kissed you again, hotter, deeper, as if trying to distract from what he was thinking, what he was about to say. But that burned inside of you, what was it about you that bothered him so much? This was a good chance to ask him, without him knowing the truth, and figure out what you’d done.
You kissed him back, first, though. Because you’d be a fool not to. He was an amazing kisser, and as he tasted you again he rolled his hips against yours. His hard length pressing against your core and dragging out a soft moan.
You broke the kiss, head fuzzy from just how good it made you feel.
“Y/n… the one you work with?”
“Yeah.” he said, dropping his gaze to the side.
“What about her?”
“I don’t know, she just… She’s completely avoiding me,” he looked at you again, that same unreadable expression from before twisting his handsome features. “I guess it’s my fault though.”
“What do you mean?”
At this, he rolled off of you, laying on his back beside you, “You didn’t come here to be my therapist, y/n,” he said with another chuckle, a grin to mask the truth. Ironic.
“I want to listen,” you said, turning towards him and propping yourself up on one elbow to look at him properly. “If it’s weighing on you, it’s important to me.”
He sighed heavily, a rush of air that all but collapsed his chest. He must have been holding it in for a long time, finally able to let it out. Just why he hated you.
He lulled his head to the side, to look up at you, “Are you sure? I don’t want it to ruin this thing between us…”
“I’m sure.”
He considered for a moment, gathering his thoughts, and then sat up fully. Kuroiro crossed his legs, and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees as he spilled his confession.
“She… well okay, I guess I should say I’m not the smoothest guy. I do a good job on cam, I know how to, like, be the kind of guy who sweet talks, you know? But around her I just can’t seem to channel that same energy. I always clam up and say weird shit, or get so nervous I just can’t speak at all.”
“The truth is I’ve liked her for a long time. We went to high school together, and it’s been since then,” His shoulders scrunched up as he curled in on himself more, and you could practically feel the shame and embarrassment pouring from him. “But I just can’t seem to have a real conversation with her. And lately she’s been outright avoiding me completely. It sucks. I’m sure she hates me.”
Oh. Oh.
So that’s how it is? He doesn’t hate you, he’s just… nervous? Because he likes you? Because he likes you?
You shifted on the bed, crawling on your knees to wrap your arms around him from behind and pull him close to you. You could fix this. He melted into you again, let you pull him against you as you cradled him gently and ran your fingers through his hair.
The cat’s out of the bag.
“The worst part is,” he said, looking up at you, “is I know the truth. And it’s so much easier behind a screen.”
You froze, ice ran through your veins. He knows? How long had he known? Why didn’t he say anything? A million thoughts ran through your mind as you processed his words, and even through the dim light, he could see your eyes go wide.
You both just looked at each other, gazes locked. A stalemate.
“I know,” he said after a long, long moment, “But we can keep up this ruse, if it makes you feel better.”
You swallowed hard, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. For any sign of the hatred you’d been so sure he harbored for you. But there was nothing like that. His expression was soft, pleading, almost.
“How long?” you whispered.
“From the start.”
Your pulse drummed in your ears, anxiety gnawed at your gut as that sank in. He’d known from the very beginning who you are, and he still went along with everything.
“How?”
He smirked then, “You know the site shows me the real name of everyone who donates for legal purposes?”
“Shit.”
At that he laughed, openly, brightly. Such a sweet sound that seemed to halt all of that fear and anxiety that was welling up inside of you, and replaced it with light-hearted fluttering.
“It was just so much easier to talk to you through a screen. It felt natural, it felt real.”
He moved then, removing himself from your lap and folded one leg beneath him as he leaned closer to you. He never looked away from your eyes, even as he brought both hands up to gently remove the mask that failed to keep your identity a secret. You let him, all but unable to speak.
He smiled warmly, placing the mask on the dresser, “There you are, y/n.”
“Here I am.”
“Can I kiss you again?”
“Please…” you whispered, and his lips were on yours in an instant. Both hands cupping your face, pressing in on you just like before. But this time was different now that everything was out in the open. It was slow, and sweet, but still charged with as much heat as both of you could muster.
He hadn’t asked if you felt the same, though he didn’t need to. That much was obvious, at least.
Your back hit the bed once more, your head resting gently on plush pillows as Kuroiro kissed you. He ran his hands down your sides, over your hips, to squeeze your thighs. He was hard, harder than before, you could feel it pressing into your core and flooding your body with heat.
Kuroiro rolled his hips into yours, dragging his hands along to your waistband, toying with the fabric as if he were going to remove it.
You broke the kiss, though he rested his forehead against yours, “What about the..the VOD?” You asked, getting the hint that he was ready to go.
“Fuck the VOD,” he said, voice laced with conviction and then his lips were on yours again. You moved together to help the other remove their clothes, and once he really saw what you were wearing beneath, he had to pause.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered,”holy shit. You wore this for me?” His eyes raked over your body, over the straps and the lace, the lingerie you’d picked out just for this. You felt heated under his gaze, blush rising to your cheeks, burning your ears as you nodded.
“I don’t know if I want to leave it on, or rip it off. You’re so pretty, but I bet you’re even prettier when there’s nothing covering you.”
It was slow, the way he ran his fingers under the straps, carefully sliding them over your skin. The ghost of his fingertips sent shivers racing down your spine, your skin to pebble in gooseflesh. He took his time undressing you from that final layer, and while he did, you took the chance to really admire him.
Real life was nothing compared to what you’d seen in the months past. The subtle twitches and flexes of his muscles and subtle glances, even in this dim light, were far more noticeable. And there were other things, too, the way he smelled, citrus, clove, musky and citrusy. The way he felt under your touch, smooth, hard, electric.
As Kuroiro began peeling off pieces of your lingerie, he left small, soft kisses in his wake. They were gentle, reverent, and his breath on your skin tickled.You were so close like this, and you found yourself touching him, too. Running your hands along his chest, down his arms, over his hips. You traced the lines of his torso, his thighs, getting to know him and his body.
Other than the obvious, figuring out where was sensitive, what made his cock jump, and what made him shiver. His shoulders, you found out, were sensitive, as were his hips. You paid special attention there, more a tease – a promise – than anything else. Raking your nails along the v that led to his dick, watching him tense and huff a heavy breath as he continued slowly freeing you from the last of your clothing.
And then you were both bare, and there was a moment where you just drank each other in. This was real. This was happening. You were finally with him, and he was with you. No pretenses, no fake names, no hiding behind a computer. Just you and Kuroiro, the man you’d fallen for.
And who’d fallen for you, apparently.
Tentatively you reach out again, dragging your index down the length of his torso, coming to rest just above his cock. He never broke eye contact with you while you did, and you were more than happy to watch as his face twisted with pleasure as you wrapped your hand around him at the base. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you could see his shoulders rising and falling as his breathing increased.
Slowly, with just as much care as he’d shown you a moment ago, you stroked him once, twice. Starting a pace that was ginger, and had Kuroiro groaning low in his chest.
“Fuck,” he hummed as you picked up the pace, “Easy, y/n, I’m really worked up right now, you turn me on so much… This isn’t like my shows. I don’t want to cum yet.”
You smiled at him, and fought the urge to jerk him to completion right there, just to know that you could. Just to see the pretty look on his face and watch the way his body twitched and convulsed as he came.
But that’s not why you were here. Technically, this whole thing wasn’t why you were here, either. You both wanted this, though, and you could figure out the VOD later. Right now you just wanted to be with him, be close and intimate with him, touch him and hear him moan out your name when he finishes. Just like on the streams, except better. Because this time it’s in person, and this time you both know the truth.
He kissed you again, it was deliberate as he lowered you back onto the sheets. He parted too soon, kissing again down your jaw, your neck, over your clavicle. Kuroiro placed a hand on either breast and kneaded gently, sucking a love mark onto the tender skin of your throat. You keened, arching your back into his touch.
More kisses down, over the crest of your tit until he took your nipple into his mouth, the other between two fingers, and paid special attention there. You could feel his tongue flick out and over your hardening bud as he rolled the other between his fingers. If he was already able to make you feel so good, make you so wet, from just this… You wondered just how long you could last when he was really trying to make you cum.
He continued kissing down your body, occasionally sucking a little hickey here and there, until he was seated between your thighs. With his strong arms he lifted both of your thighs over his shoulders, and pulled you closer to him. You could feel his breath ghost along your soaked core and shivered.
He looked up at you for a moment, gauging your reaction, looking for any sign of hesitancy. You combed your fingers through his hair, and he gave you that signature toothy grin in return.
His mouth was hot against your cunt as he buried his face into you, licking a long stripe up your folds from your soaking hole to your clit. Kuroiro pointed his tongue and flicked over your sensitive pearl, drawing sweet moans from you which went straight to his cock. He slid his thumb through your pooling slick to coat it, and then pushed it slowly into your core. All the while nursing at your clit.
You pressed back further into the bed, fingers curling in his pretty silver hair, as he familiarized himself with your most intimate places. “Oh shit, Kuroiro I’m - “ you tried to say, already feeling yourself tilt towards the edge. A combination of nerves and excitement, anticipation and the buildup over months of craving him and needing his touch.
“Shihai,” he said, drawing back and looking up at you, he continued to massage your sweet spot with his thumb, though, keeping you just at the precipice.
“Sh-Shihai,” you cooed, feeling yourself blush at calling him by his given name. “Please, I'm so close.” You untangled your fingers from his hair, trailing them down his face to gently rub over his cheeks.
There was a whisper of a smirk before he dove back in, attacking your clit with increased vigor and bringing you closer and closer. He reached up with his other hand and clasped it over where yours had fallen to the side, grounding you, keeping you steady as your body shook in anticipation.
Your orgasm crashed over you, intense and powerful. Your thighs shook, your cunt twitching and pulsing on his tongue and around his fingers and just the feeling of you cumming made him groan. Made his cock jump with need. He worked you through it slowly, relishing in your aftershocks with every flick of his tongue or drag of his finger until you were whining and babbling a string of ‘please’s over and over.
When he finally pulled away, his chin covered in your slick and a proud smirk on his face, his deep voice rumbled through you, “You taste so fucking good, holy shit. I don’t know if I can wait any longer, babe.”
You smiled at him hazily, still reeling from just how hard he’d made you cum, and reached out for him with both arms. Shihai gladly came to your embrace, kissing over your neck softly as he slotted his hips between your thighs once more. Only this time there was nothing to keep his painfully hard cock from rubbing right against your overly sensitive core.
He swallowed every quiet mewl with a deep kiss as he rubbed his dick along your folds, covering himself in your arousal in preparation. You could taste yourself on his tongue, feel the wetness of yourself on his lips as he licked into your mouth.
With one hand, he reached down between you, grabbing himself at the base and lining up with your entrance. Slowly, so, so slowly, he pushed in. Just the head, just barely, but it was enough to have you gasping breathy moans of his name.
“You’re so tight, god- is this okay? Does it hurt?”
You shook your head, trailing your fingers up your body to play with your tits and pinch your nipples as he sank further and further into you. Oh, how he was mesmerized by that sight, unable to draw his gaze away from the way you played with yourself. Only when he was fully hilted inside of you did he manage a glance away, down to where you were connected.
“Shihai,” you hummed softly, drawing his attention back to you, “You feel so good! I’ve wanted this for so long, Shihai-”
“Me too,” he groaned, coming to lean forward with his arms on either side of your head and his face just above yours, “God, so fucking long, y/n. I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”
Shihai swallowed hard, then, and just as gingerly rocked his hips back, only to snap them into yours again. Both of you moaned at the feeling as he tilted his head down to rest against your forehead.
The pace he set was deep and slow, each thrust rocking your body beneath him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, slender but muscular, and your arms around his shoulders. His gaze locked onto yours as he carefully, and intently fucked into you. Every drag of his cockhead along your sweet spot making you moan, every push back into your depths making him groan.
“Fuck,” he said breathily, not letting up and keeping the agonizingly slow pace, “You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect. I love you. I love you so much.”
You felt him throb inside of you, felt his hips stutter slightly and you knew he must be getting close. “I love you too, Shihai. P-please, I wanna cum, please make me cum!”
It was as if he’d been waiting for permission, or perhaps just the right time. As soon as those words left your lips he propped himself up further, and started moving like he meant it. The difference was night and day, what were once sensually slow thrusts morphed into desperate snaps of his hips as he pistoned his throbbing cock in and out of you. Kissing against your sweet spot with every motion to make you moan loudly.
“Ngh-fuck, Soon. I’m… soon…” he huffed, and all it took was seeing the desperation and need lacing his features to send you over the edge again. You threw your head back as you came, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. The sight of you made him cum, too, busting deep against your cervix with pump after pump of hot, thick seed.
Once you both came down, panting, chests heaving, and basking in the heady afterglow, you finally said it.
“I love you too, Shihai.”
He smiled, a genuinely joyful expression, and kissed you. It mirrored your very first kiss, perfect, passionate, and sweet. Full of love, full of emotions that you’d both spent too long pining for. He held you close for a while, kissing you like that, lavishing in your closeness, until he figured it was time to clean up.
Carefully he pulled out, letting his cum all but gush onto his sheets, and helped you up. You walked together into his bathroom, where he started the shower and grabbed a couple of towels. Every time he passed you, he paused just long enough to plant a kiss somewhere on your body. Your forehead, your cheek, your shoulder, your hand. It didn’t matter.
The water was the perfect temperature when you stepped in, supported by Shihai’s strong arms. It was a relief to wash yourself off, to clean yourself after such a passionate display, and he was quick to help you.
His hands were so gentle as they rubbed his body wash over your skin. Careful, and almost reverent, and once again, more kisses. You giggled, realizing that he really was spoiling you with them.
Shihai grinned down at you as he squeezed a dollop of shampoo out onto his palm, “What’s that for?”
Long fingers massaged the citrus-scented foam into your scalp and ran it through your hair. It smelled like him, and you delighted in knowing you’d be carrying that with you.
“You just really like giving me kisses.”
“Oh… well, yeah. I mean, I’ve waited so long for this – for you – and now that you’re here I’m going to treat you the way you deserve. Including plenty of kisses.”
As if to accentuate his point, he pressed his lips to yours. It was soft, and over quickly, but it left you feeling fuzzy and warm.
Once you were clean, you returned the favor of washing him off. It was nice: getting to run your fingers and hands along his onyx skin. Getting to feel his muscles move with each breath and each subtle motion. The expression he made when you washed his hair, too, was one of pure bliss and happiness.
When you stepped out of the shower, Shihai was quick to wrap you up in a large, plush towel, and then pull you flush against him. He was still naked, but you didn’t care, just happy to be enveloped in his warmth.
“I really do love you,” he mumbled, “And I have, for a long time. Even though I always choked up and couldn’t talk to you like a normal person. You’re so strong, and so brave, and so kind. I can’t believe you feel the same way.”
You nuzzled your face deeper into his chest, “I really thought you hated me, you know? I’m glad… I’m glad things worked out.”
