Between the Beats (Present Mic x Fem! Reader) smut.
(AN. Idk what to say, really. Let me know if this is good, and give character suggestions if you want to see more from different fandoms)
Hizashi isn't the most famous hero by any means, but that doesn't mean he isn't constantly run into the ground. Whether that is by his students, villains, or even his fellow heroes. But today he finally gets to be off and relax...
Waking up in his retro-style apartment, reluctantly decorated by his best friend, Eraserhead and himself, he realizes that today is the day he gets to exist for himself and not for the safety or pleasure of others. Wallowing in the fact that he gets to be alone for the first time in almost a year. Hizashi gets up and goes out to his kitchen to make some breakfast and coffee, only to realize that there ain't shit in the pantry. Probably because he's never actually been there long enough to go grocery shopping. Or maybe he's just lazy as shit. Who knows?
With that being said, he leaves the kitchen, showers, and puts on his usual grey sweats plus black shirt combo. (What a slut. smh) After throwing his exceptionally long blonde hair into a half-up, half-down, he heads out the door to a cafe.
Walking down the streets of Japan is always rewarding when he isn't on patrol or signing someone's tits. It's refreshing to see people nod and smile at him, then move on with their lives. He stops in front of a cafe, it's rather new, and there aren't many people in there, so he thinks of it as a perfect opportunity to get some breakfast while he's out.
After getting his food, Hizashi sits with his comically large headphones on and observes everyone around him. Until his eyes fall on a particular someone sitting by the window. A woman with long locs and golden tint to her skin, just reading a book like it's a casual Tuesday. In which it is, but he apparently doesn't know that. 'Just go talk to her'. He thinks this for a good ten minutes before actually getting up. Steadily he makes his way across the cafe. "Excuse me?" You looked up, very surprised but not annoyed. "Yeah?" You just stared at him and he looked awkward rubbing the back of his neck. "This is probably going to sound really strange, but I've spent the last ten minutes trying to convince myself not to come over here."
A smile tugged at your lips. "And how's that working out for you?" You say, almost as if honey was dripping from your tone. Hizashi loves voices; they're what makes up a person and right now all he wants to do is marry you. But unfortunately, it's really weird to propose to someone you're meeting for the first time, so maybe not. "Clearly not very well." He responds. You laugh softly. "Although I'm pretty sure you're already aware of who I am, I'll still introduce myself. " He awkwardly looks around the cafe. "I'm Hizashi Yamada, or commonly known as Present Mic." You grin and sticks your hand out to shake his, "Well it's nice to formally meet you, Hizashi. I don't suppose you're here for my number, no?" You close the novel you were reading and rested it on the table. "Well I noticed you were reading over here, and you seemed really focused. Then I got more curious about the book. But I realized that I was actually more curious about you than the book itself." He states. "That's actually a smooth recovery." Puzzled he tilts his head to the side a bit. " A recovery?"
"From admitting you've been staring at me for ten minutes." Hizashi groaned "When you put it like that, it sounds much worse." You laugh and his shoulders relax. "I'll give you my number only if you buy me a coffee first." He smiles at you and agrees.
Hizashi's phone buzzes. Once. Twice. Three times. Until he realizes that a call is coming in, he dumps Aizawa in the break room and walks into one of the hallways to take it. It's the woman he met at the cafe earlier, calling to make sure they're still on for tonight. Once he finalizes his plans, he walks back to the room to see both Midnight and All Might have started nagging Aizawa for no apparent reason.
The day comes and goes and officially Hizashi has met up with his new lady friend at a local bar.
The bar was much louder than the cafe had been. Colored lights sweep lazily across the crowd, glasses clinked together, and a bassline pulsed through the floor from the speakers overhead. You were leaning against the bar, waiting for your drink, when a familliar voice appeared beside her.
You turned and found Hizashi grinning at you. His blonde hair was tied back into that same half-up-half-down and he looked far more at home here than he had sitting at a coffee shop.
"Hizashi" you say over the rather loud music.
"You sound surprised." He retorts, "I am surprised." He pressed a hand dramatically to his chest. "You wound me. What, I'm not allowed to exist outside of cafes?"
"I assumed you powered down and returned to your hero work after our conversation ended." you say back. He shrugs his shoulders, not completely denying her. "That's actually true. I spend most of my time with the public. Ya know. Civillians and all." All you did was laugh, and it just tugged real hard on his heart strings.
The bartender set you drink down, and Hizashi ordered one of his own. "So."you said. "Do you happen to know every place in the city? Because I had no clue this place actually existed." He chuckles. "Nope. I work here sometimes." Her eyebrows rose at his comment. "You work at a bar?"you question.
A familliar song faded out, and the crowd near the center of what they made a dance floor cheered. He pointed toward the raised booth overlooking the room. "I DJ." Her gaze followed his finger. "You're serious?"
"Absolutely. They don't call me the vocal hero for nothing." (they don't)
"You didn't mention that." you retort. "Well, you never asked." He says with a smile. "But I guess it is out of the ordinary for me seeing as I bring it up every thirty seconds." You just shook your head. The bartender returned with his drink and he lifted it toward her.
The night went on and Mic and his new friend had a blast, dancing drunkenly to horrible song mixes, randoms asking them to dance, or just smiling and laughing at corny jokes. But either way a time was had. Until it was time to leave.
"Sooo did I absolutely flunk it this time or will you want to see me again?" He asks sheepishly. You smile back at him, " I think it would be amazing if I could grace you with my presence once again, but I think my friends should meet your friends. It would add some spice to a nice night out." You respond. They both agree and figure out another night to get together. But now all they had to do was coordinate it with their friends.
The club was packed with flashing lights and deafening music. Hizashi lounged in a booth with Aizawa, Midnight, and All Might, checking his phone for what had to be the fifth time in ten minutes. Aizawa noticed immediately and shook his head. "You're smiling too much," he said. Hizashi shrugged and insisted that he always smiled this much. Midnight laughed and leaned across the table. "No, thats the 'I got a girl' smile" she teased. He groaned while All Might burst into his signature laugh. "Young man, you're not even trying to hide it". Before Mic could defend himself, he spotted you walking from across the club with your three friends. His entire face lit up. Midnight followed his gaze and grinned. "Oh shes pretty," she said. "I know." Hizashi replied a little too quickly. Aizawa clocked it immediately, earning laughter from the whole table. Before long, both groups had merged together, spending the evening dancing, drinking, and joking around as though they had known each other for years.
A few hours after several drinks and countless songs, Hizashi found himself standing beside you on the dance floor. You leaned closer so he could hear you over the music. "Your friends are insane," you said. He just laughed and told you that your friends weren't much better. You roll your eyes before lightly taking hold of his wrist. "Come with me." A curious Mic followed you through the crowd and into a quieter hallway, away from the dance floor. The music was still audible, but distant enough that the two of you could finally speak normally. For a moment, you simply stared at each other, lost in the music, the moment, and each other's eyes, before your lips crashed onto one another's.
Frantically, you try to break the kiss, composing yourselves as someone walks past. "I think we should probably get out of here." You say, and he agrees a little too fast but not fast enough to come off as desperate. Once you make it out of the club, both of your phones are blowing up with your friends' numbers trying to get ahold of you. The 'I know you did not just leave with him' and the 'Damn man you're that easy?' texts from both of your phones were swiftly ignored. Instead, he dropped the top on his convertible, placed his hand surprisingly high up on your thigh and just relaxed.
You watched him as he drove, humming along to the music playing on the radio. He was so handsome, the wind blowing through his hair and the profile of his nose highlighted by the moonlight.
When you finally got back to his apartment, he rounded the car and opened the door for you. Walking into his home was welcoming, the retro-style decorations were very comforting and they complement his style perfectly. A couple of old records on the wall and framed pictures from over the years caught your eye.
"You gonna keep snoopin' around or are you gonna join me in the bedroom?" He asked with a smirk before turning and walking down the hall. You eagerly followed behind him, giggling.
As soon as you stepped into the room, he grabbed you and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. You didn't bother trying to say anything, choosing to give in entirely as your hands found their way at the back of his head, tangling in his effortlessly long hair. His hands found their way into your impossibly long locs (yes they've been growing for years, I've been waiting for this). You pull away from the kiss to finally catch your breath and he smirked. Without missing a beat he lightly tosses you onto his bed.
Your short party dress is already riding up your thigh and Mic is basically drooling at this point. He makes his way over to you and kneels down, kissing down your legs and taking off the straps of your heels. Once your feet are free he grabs your legs and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed.
You took the initiative to start undressing, starting with your dress, then your bra, until you were left in only your underwear. Saving the best for last. Hizashi takes his time kissing up your legs until he reaches the fabric in the way, ripping it off (literally) and throwing it out onto the floor. He wastes no time, sliding two fingers through your folds before pushing them deep inside you. You moaned straight into his mouth as he captured your lips in another bruising kiss. His fingers are filling you up and curling at just the right angle, rendering you nonverbal. When you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath once more he smirked, listening to the soft breathless noises escaping your lips.
He curled his fingers inside, hitting that sweet spot over and over until your eyes rolled to the back of your head. But he couldn't wait much longer because he needed his own release. Pulling his fingers out he flipped you over onto your stomach, forcing your head down into the sheets. He throws his glasses onto the bed and you can hear his belt unbuckle from behind you. "Fuck, I need you," he said under his breath.
Wasting no time, he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed himself in. Making your name come off his tongue perfectly. "You're perfect," he whispers into your ear, the sensation causing you to squeeze tightly around him. He speeds up his pace and places a hand on you lower back, pushing you impossibly farther into the bed as he takes his free hand to grab your hair.
"Fuck... It's so good," You whimpered. He removed his hand from your back, causing you to arch back farther and his fingers started to circle around your clit, stealing whatever little strength you had left. Your screams got louder and louder, letting him know how close you were getting. And surprisingly, he wasn't very loud. Ya know. Considering his quirk and all. With every thrust, he got more and more lost inside you, calling out his name over and over as your walls tightened, your orgasm slowly taking over. He removed his hand from your clit and leaned forward, peppering kisses down your nape.
For a minute, none of you moved. It was silent, and the only thing you could hear was your heavy breaths bouncing off the walls. He pulls out and flips you over, planting more kisses down your neck, leading to your chest. Giving each breast its own love and attention before getting down to your stomach. You shiver at the feeling of his soft lips and moustache tickling your stomach and giggle a little bit.
"One more? Please?" He begs, looking up at you with pleading eyes.
You cave and he changes positions, sitting on the bed and letting you get up. (odd position change, I know) "Do you trust me?" he asks, you nod and let him move you around. He grabs you and puts your back against his chest, lifting you up and sitting your legs outside of his. Before you can question the position you're sitting in, once again his full length enters you and he leans back, moving you up with the sheer power of his hips.
He wraps an arm around your chest to stabilize you and moves his other hand down to rub slow circles around your clit, coaxing another orgasm out of you.
After ramming into you from below and stimulating you from multiple directions, you come around his length and go limp from a lack of energy. Hizashi seems satisfied as he lifts you up and around to face him, then pulls you to his chest. The two of you sit there for a while as he runs his hair down the length of your locs and you close your eyes to relax.
"I'm gonna start a shower for us okay?" He says before getting up and walking to the bathroom. You take the initiative to check your phone to see ten missed calls from your friends. You shoot a simple 'we're fine' into the group chat and move on with your life as you hear Mic calling out to you to join him in the shower to clean up.
After the shower, he gives you one of his t-shirts to wear to sleep and changes the sheets cause yk, ain't no body wanna sleep on some sweaty ass dirty sheets. You lie down with your head on his chest and eventually fall asleep to whatever is playing on the tv.
The next day comes and you wake up before him, sliding off the bed and going into the kitchen to find there isn't shit in the refrigerator or in the pantry, so you go back down the hall, into his closet, and find some clothes to wear so you can get food in this man's house. Because seriously. How is he still alive?
Mic, however, wakes up after you leave. He's worried because your phone is gone, your heels are nowhere to be found, and your dress is also gone. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he calls you. No answer. He calls again. No response. At this point he is thinking that he did something terribly wrong last night and now you hate him forever but he couldn't be more wrong.
Suddenly, the front door opens and he hurries to the living area, only to see you, dressed in his black shirt and grey sweatpants with groceries on your arm.
"Oh. Hey! I saw that your fridge was like completely empty so I went to find something to eat so we wouldn't starve." You say cheerfully. He smiles and helps you with the bags, then you get started on breakfast.
The two of you finally eat and sit on the couch, cuddled up under a blanket and he looks down at you. "So... not to be that guy but, what are we?" (yes, he's gonna be that guy.) " We can be whatever you want us to be I guess." You respond. " Cool. So does that mean you can be my muse?" You chuckle and nod at him.
