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Asking for help was something that you have never been fully comfortable with. From a young age you raised yourself to do everything independently, with as little to no help as possible.
You didn’t need anybody’s help. You were determined to do everything on your own. And that was exactly the way you liked it.
You managed to work hard enough throughout high school to earn enough grants to cover almost your whole student tuition.
You worked two part-time jobs, one as a nurse’s aide at the local hospital. Although it was a little gross, your saliva had healing properties, but it was a perfect quirk for working in the emergency room. Your other job was simply as a convenience store clerk.
And you were doing great so far. Hard work truly pays off.
Well, at least you thought you were doing fine on your own...
You panted heavily, trying to gulp in lungfuls of oxygen as screams erupted around you in the square.
It started off as a normal day, honestly. You had a biology lecture early this morning at the university and made your way over to work for the remainder of the afternoon. Work was slightly busier than normal for a weekday with it being a Friday, but that was expected for a convenience store in the heart of downtown Musutafu.
But things suddenly got out of hand really quick on your way home.
People were pushing and shoving, trying to get out of the invisible line of danger, nearly trampling over you as you held yourself up on your hands and knees.
Only several other people around you were feeling the same effects, a pink-headed girl a couple of years younger than you was only a few feet away, curled in a ball on the ground and panting just as heavily as you, her boyfriend panicking over her.
Another younger man was doubled over, his upper half curled over his lap as he cried miserably.
Crazy how quickly the world can erupt into chaos within a fifteen-minute walk home.
“Everybody, please remain calm!” called out an authoritative tone. Quickly glancing up you were met with the sight of a female emergency hero technician making her way over to the pinkette. She wore the usual uniform of a hero paramedic, an all-white jumpsuit with a red cross embroidered on her left breast. She had on a respirator mask, and around her waist, she was equipped with a belt holding various equipment and do-dads.
There were four other emergency hero technicians in the area, one of them was currently confining the area with yellow tape to keep away onlookers and others were assessing various surrounding victims.
A blonde-haired EHT rushed toward the woman “First Plus, we made contact with the Erasure Hero. He is on route.”
The Erasure Hero?
Your gut churned painfully, and you couldn’t figure out if you were breathing out in relief or fear.
“Good, make sure to keep the quirk user quarantined from the others until he arrives. We need to keep everything situated until it’s deemed clear.”, First Plus responded, rushing over to the girl on the other side of you.
“M-Make it stop…”, she cried softly, clutching desperately at her boyfriend as he looked down at her in astonishment, “I can’t take it much longer!”
“What are you feeling?”, First Plus asked, kneeling down beside the woman, “Are you in pain?”
“I-I don’t know!”, she cried, trying to shield her flushed face, “G-God, this is so embarrassing…”, she had tears running down her cheeks and was drenched in sweat, “I feel... so…hot!”
You honestly weren’t doing any better yourself.
Biting your lip, you held back the awful curling at the back of your throat. Your skin felt like it was boiling underneath your clothes, sweat dripping off your brow into your eyes. Dread was bubbling in your chest as you could feel the heat radiating in your lower belly.
Why now?
You huddled closer in on yourself, your thighs rubbing together to ease the ache. You were self-conscious and just wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
“(Name)?” came the familiar baritone you’ve been acquaintanced with since childhood.
Tears stung your eyes as you glanced up at the man kneeling before you.
Like usual he wore his all-black attire, dressed in a jumpsuit and combat boots, with his equipment belt clipped snuggly around his narrow waist. Hidden underneath all the layers of black clothing you could make out the strong, muscular built of a trained body. Along his shoulders rested a gray scarf bundled in layers, hiding the bottom of his unshaven jawline.
His dark eyes that were normally struggling to keep themselves open, were now narrowing down at your panting form, concern coloring them a shade darker.
“A-Aizawa…,” You wheezed, and your cheeks further coloring themselves with embarrassment.
Yep, now was not a great time for you.
Your best friend, Kya, was Aizawa’s older adoptive sister. You met the girl shortly after you moved in next door and became fast friends despite the slight age difference. She was kind of strange originally, overly bubbly and kind. Contrasting completely from her younger brother.
Your mother died from an illness when you were a young child, leaving your father a struggling single parent. You moved from place to place and your father was unable to keep a job because he couldn’t find the time to come in with taking care of you.
Thankfully Kya’s mother offered to watch you while your father worked his odd hours, leaving you to spend most of your childhood growing up beside the Aizawa siblings.
You were a couple of years younger than Kya and Shouta and looked up highly to the siblings, particularly Shouta.
Growing up, you secretly worshipped the land that the boy walked. Everything about that boy fascinated you. His unique sense of kindness. His strength. His compassion.
He was someone that helped others help themselves, and that drew you to the usual grump of a guy.
You quietly fawned over him, and looking back on it you were probably more obvious about your crush over the broody boy than you originally thought.
When he entered high school he began putting up walls between you two, and your friendship became more awkward than anything. He barely spoke a word to you other than a short greeting when at events or gatherings, mainly keeping to himself when you were around. Not going to lie, it hurt.
And almost impossibly, those feelings grew.
Tears of frustration filled your eyes as another pang of heat erupted in your gut, biting down on your tongue to keep in the embarrassing noises wanting to be let out.
“EraserHead! Over here!”, called First Plus as she rushed over to the scruffy hero.
“What’s going on here?”, he asked, slightly miffed.
Shouta had just finished up his teachings for the day and was just about to head out for patrol when he got the frantic phone call.
They briefly explained the situation. Apparently, there was a late bloomer who didn’t know how to control their own quirk. It was powerful enough to affect a two-block radius, and symptoms were debilitating to a select few. Quirk currently unknown. So he hurried on his way to the disclosed location.
But he wasn’t expecting to find you here of all places.
He hasn’t seen you since Kya's birthday several months prior. It was a small gathering, with only the family, but of course, you were invited, practically family yourself.
He could remember the way you smiled at him then. Your smile was always clumsy when directed towards him, crooked. It was something that haunted his late-night thoughts since.
He hated it. The way that you would sneak yourself into his head as he struggled to get his few precious hours of sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt pressed against him when you greeted him with a welcoming hug. Imagining the feeling of your soft curves would leave him tossing and turning for the rest of the evening. You infected him with something he hasn’t felt before.
His eyes found themselves drifting back over to you, silently scanning you over.
You looked literally like a hot mess.
Kneeled over the ground panting, your hair and clothes were astray. Your (H/C) locks have fallen out the confines of your usual work bun, frazzled around your skull and hanging in strands above your wild eyes.
You were drenched in sweat, your store uniform clinging to you like a second skin as you continued to curl in on yourself in a quiet whimper, with your cheeks flushed dark.
First Plus grabbed his elbow, pulling him off to the side away from your panting form. She sighed, hesitation in her voice, “We have quarantined the user and everything is now under control. We gave him suppressants and....did some testing…”
“Pheromone user, isn’t it?” he asked, already knowing the answer. It was quite easy to figure out as several victims lay scattered in some form of distress. What confused him however was why only a few specific victims? Shouldn’t it be affecting everybody?
“Well, yes…” she said somewhat uneasily, “But it’s more than that. Other responders have already questioned several victims and the only thing they all have in common is …well... they’re sexually inexperienced…”
He swallowed thickly, his eyes finding their way back to you briefly. Unholy images entered his train of thought. Glimpses of flesh, silk sheets. Soft cries rang in his skull that left him literally shaking his head to try and empty.
You were curled completely in a ball on the concrete as a paramedic ran a few simple tests over you. Your panting was loud, and he could hear it from where he stood yards away and wasn’t exactly helping slow down his pumping heart.
“What must be done?”
Your whine escaped the back of your throat as the paramedic checked your pulse, the feeling of his cold hands against your throat sending shivers down your spine. He quietly apologized but you ignored the brunette man, silently praying to whatever higher power that decided to punish you.
Squeezing your eyes closed, you tried to focus on breathing instead.
“(Name).”
Your eyes sprung open and you were greeted with the sight of your childhood friend. His face was expressionless, but you could read the man like an open book. His eyes held an air of nervousness as he kneeled over you, his hands hovering over your shoulder.
“I’m bringing you back to your place.”
You groaned loudly, pushing yourself up back on your knees, “N-No! I-I’m fine. I-I can do it myself…”
He rolled his eyes, annoyance evident in his dark orbs, “(Name), now's not the time to be stubborn. If you could’ve done it, you would’ve been there already.”
Without any warning, his strong, muscular arms scooped underneath you and you were unable to stiffen the lewd moan spilling past your lips. Humiliated, a dark flush colored from your cheeks to your chest as you squirmed against his hold.
You felt like you were going to explode with how hot you felt pressed against his sturdy, broad chest and you struggled to catch your breath.
You could feel the heat of eyes on you and opened your own to see him looking down at you in a foreign expression. Tears of frustration filled your orbs and you shoved at the man roughly, wanting to get out of his hold to save you from further embarrassment.
“A-Aizawa! L-Let me go! I’m perfectly fine!”, you cried, but he ignored you, instead pulling you more firmly against his hold.
The walk back to your apartment was longer than you remembered, and you were an even bigger mess when he finally managed to unlock your front door. You were squirming at every jostle and your lips were nearly raw with repressing the awful noises.
He closed the door with his heel in a swift bang, and walked you over your couch, gently laying you down on the black leather.
“W-When is this going to wear off, A-Aizawa?”, you panted in frustration, raising yourself up on your elbows to look up at your childhood friend, and was taken back by the slightly embarrassed look on the male’s face.
In all your years as Aizawa Shouta’s friend, you can count on one hand the number of times you saw him get flustered. He was someone who didn’t show his feelings openly, preferring to keep them to himself.
Scratching his chin in an almost bashful manner, he let out a groan of annoyance, turning his attention back on you, “This is something you need to deal with yourself…”
Huffing, you sat up with a soft groan, curling in on yourself as another flash of heat flooded your bloodstream, “I-I would if I know what I’m supposed to do! N-Nobody told me anything! ”
He turned towards you, and moments passed before he broke the silence by clearing his throat.
“(Name)...You need to relieve yourself…”, he quietly muttered, looking you straight in the eyes.
Your breath hitched, and you stared at the man in bewilderment. He didn’t mean… that… Did he?
The longer you stared at the male, the more you came to grasp that was exactly what he meant. Heat rushed through your insides and you felt like you were going to self-combust.
That was something you didn't know how to do.
It wasn’t like you haven’t tried before. Because you did. You tried every way imaginable to get that sweet release others have bragged about throughout your life.
You tried setting the mood with a smutty book you bought in the age-restricted aisle of the local bookstore. You still cringed, remembering how flustered you got walking up to the college boy at the checkout counter and watching him check you out with a knowing look in his eyes.
The book got your gears turning the right way, but the problem was on your end.
You had no idea how to… Well… get the job done…
You tried multiple things after that. Toys. Adult videos. Nothing worked. You didn’t know how to finish what you started.
Last week Kya was over for your weekly lady night. It was where you two would order takeout and buy wine, get shitface together. Gossip about old classmates. And just be honest with each other.
Well, you accidentally spilled the tea about your problem and the older girl nearly spit all her wine over your face in laughter.
It was a disaster. It took nearly thirty minutes before your friend calmed down enough to be rational.
“Why don’t you call up a certain somebody… to perhaps help you with it?”, she smirked knowingly over at you as she repoured herself a fresh glass, “He might be more willing to help than you think.”
Staring at that certain somebody now, you couldn’t help but feel like the universe was scheming against you.
“I-I don’t know how,” you whispered quietly, hiding your red face into the couch cushion away from the man’s gaze.
The room was silent for what felt like forever, and you started to regret all of your life choices leading up to this moment. You regretted waking up five minutes later than usual today. You shouldn’t have stayed later at the store to help restock the coffee station. You somehow could’ve avoided all of this instead of being stuck in this mess of a situation.
A touch drifted across your outer thigh, and you shuddered in surprise, whipping your head around.
He was leaning over you, tangles of black waves curtaining before his dark eyes as he stared you down intensely.
“Then ask for help.”
You swallowed thickly, a shiver racking over your frame at the heated look he was gifting you. Rubbing your thighs together, you whimpered. The friction did little to help out with your current predicament.
“A-Aizawa…”, you whispered nervously, curling in on yourself in embarrassment, “I-I…”
“Let me help you, (Name).”, he breathed out in a hesitant sigh, “You don’t have to tell anybody, and it won’t make me think any less of you… I promise.”
You held back the tears and looked closely at your friend’s features. He gave you direct eye contact, and you could see the honesty shining through the dark orbs.
Breathing out shakily, you nodded.
...
Things moved quickly. His hand pressed down gently on your stomach, pushing you to lay fully on your back.
The leather was cold against your sweat-coated body, and you shivered as his hot hand dragged itself down your belly to the button of your black jeans and he expertly popped the pants open as if it was second nature, pulling down the zipper at a pace that left your toes curling in anticipation.
Your breath hitched as his knee pressed into the couch, him leaning over you as he grasped the waistband of your pants and yanked them off your trembling legs with no effort.
Watching in embarrassment, you saw his lips twitched into the beginning of a smirk, eyeing down your undergarments with amusement.
Of course this would happen on the day you wore the damn cat panties. You whined at yourself in annoyance, covering your face with both hands in humiliation.
“Nice…”, he practically purred, his fingers slowly toying with the elastic for a moment before a finger slightly slipped briefly against the nakedness of your flesh, leaving you gasping quietly.
Raising your hips up off the couch in surprise, your eyes closed tightly and you were left squirming as the man's hands slipped further into the cotton panties.
Aizawa nearly groaned out loud when his fingers delved into the built-up heated slick between your thighs. You were soaked, leaving those cute undergarments drenched.
Your breath hitched as he spread your folds with his fingers, and watched intensely as you jutted your chin out as his thick finger circled your entrance teasingly.
“P-Please…” you breathed airly, your fleshy thighs squeezing together against his hand.
Aizawa’s knee shifted against the leather of the couch, trying to silently adjust himself against the tenting in pants. His unoccupied hand pried your legs apart so he would have more room to work with.
Without any warning he swiftly entered his digit into your entrance, engrossed as you let out a squeaky moan. You squirmed against the warmth of his finger, quietly crying as he slowly began pumping his digits.
He let you adjust for a couple of moments, gauging your reactions silently before adding another digit to the mix.
You whined, thrusting your hips against his palm like a cat in heat, and he had to hold his tongue against the groan curling in the back of his throat.
God were you perfect.
He needed more.
He lifted your hips up easily, yanking your panties off before tossing them off to some unknown location in your apartment living room.
You shivered at the cold breeze against your wet sex and stared up at your friend with barely veiled eyes, confused as he stared heatedly down at you.
Your lower belly was clenching with the familiar feeling you have felt many times before. You have often reached this level of sexual stimulation on your own, but this was where the trouble arose.
You would struggle to finish, growing impatient when frantic rubbing and prodding didn’t alleviate the pull. Instead, you would give up halfway through at this point and drag yourself to go take a cold shower.
You were startled to feel him roughly jostle you, him manipulating your flailing legs so that the back of your thighs rested on his broad shoulder blades.
Your heart stuttered when his hot breath fanned against the junction of your legs, his eyes staring up at you hungrily. You wheezed as his chin stubble tickled your inner thighs, warm lips trailing kisses from your inner thighs up to your wet folds.
“W-Wait!”, You cried, but he ignored you, his tongue leisurely trailing along your wet slit. You moaned loudly, your hands reaching down and wrapping themselves in his wavy black strands, gripping them with a vest.
He knew exactly what spots left you squirming and panting, his tongue expertly licking in swirls around your entrance as his thumb roughly thumbed at your bundle of nerves.
“Hmm..” you muffled your cry with a hard bite of your lip, throwing your head back. In response he chuckled, sending vibrations to your core. You cried out, feeling his hand squeezing your thigh tight enough that you know you’ll find a bruise later on.
His lips latched tightly around your clit, suckling roughly on the sensitive bundle. The pull on your stomach tightens and you pant heavily as the invisible band stretches thinner and thinner.
“O-Oh..!” you whined desperately, squeezing your eyes close tightly, “I- I can’t-”
His teeth nipped roughly at the bundle, two fingers thrusting into your entrance, and your head swimming at the new sensations, “Relax, Kitten.”, he breathed out huskily, his breath fanning heat across your wetness, “You’re okay.”
Crying, you thrust your hips up. Your body was so overwhelmed and you felt like bursting at the seams. His fingers rhythm increased, roughly thrusting the digits in and out of your entrance. Curling his fingers, he began pulling at your walls, beckoning you forward.
You tossed and turned against him, but he was strong enough to effectively hold you down against him.
Breathing out shakily, the pull in your gut suddenly snapped like a rubber band and stars burst in your vision, leaving a kaleidoscope behind your eyelids.
He continued, suckling on your clit and you were left squirming from the overstimulation. Whimpering, you watched weakly he licked up the rest of your essences, your thighs trembling violently against his broad shoulders.
Placing one last messy kiss on your inner thigh, he pulled back, his tongue licking off the excess slick off his lips as he stared up at your panting form.
Your hands were clutching at your wild mess of hair, your eyes almost closed in exhaustion. Aizawa couldn’t help but feel an inkling of satisfaction staring down at how your sprawled form.
You looked like you came straight out of one of his wet dreams, your hair fanned out around your head. Your shirt was bundled at the edge of your ribs, showing off the flesh of your belly and leading down to the nakedness of your widely spread thighs.
He engraved you deeply into his memory, carefully analyzing every detail so he can replicate you in his thoughts later when he would eventually have to deal with his own needs alone in the safety of his own bedroom.
Standing up, he adjusted the front of his pants to better hide the painful bulge, and looked down at you, feeling the heat of your gaze on him.
You had bashfully covered your lap with a throw pillow, staring up at him nervously as he dragged a hand through his black locks away from his face. Quirking his right eyebrow up, he looked down at you lazily with a hint of a smirk on his lips.
“Better?”
You nodded, face heating in humiliation and holding the plush cushion closer to your naked lap.
Tears filled your eyes and Aizawa literally got a sense of whiplash staring down at you. Hiccuping you hid your face behind your hands as sobs quietly racked your small frame.
Suddenly Aizawa felt guilt. What you went through must have been traumatic, accidentally falling under someone’s quirk walking downtown. Being forced against your control to become aroused. He didn’t realize this was basically a form of sexual assault.
“I-I’m sorry!” you blubbered pathetically, looking up at the man with pleading eyes, “A-Aizawa, I’m so sorry!”
Confusion washed over him and he kneeled down on the floor before you, “What are you apologizing for?”
It took a few moments for you to catch your breath as sobs shook you, but you refused to make eye contact with him, instead of focusing your gaze on the decorative pillow resting in your lap, “B-Because you had to help me. Y-You were pressured into doing it!... I left you in an awkward situation!”
He snorted in disbelief. How could you think that? Ever since high school you plagued his thoughts in ways that were inappropriate for a friend.
Aizawa was honestly a man who didn’t do well with changes.
He saw the way you were pulled to him. That smile you only gifted him. Your extra efforts to interact with the boy. At the time it scared him.
You were like a little sister figure to him, spending time at the Aizawa house on a daily basis growing up. He watched you grow from a cute, bubbly kid into an awkward and nervous high schooler around him. It was a strange thought to be attracted to someone he once thought of as family. He put up those walls to protect you.
After Aizawa graduated and moved out of the house he saw you less, and a year went by without either of you seeing each other until he came home for New Year.
But then he walked into the living room and nearly did a double-take, not recognizing you sitting beside his older sister on the loveseat.
Your once flat, childish figure bloomed beautifully into the shapely, curvaceous figure of a grown woman. That was when he knew he was doomed. Several events went by and you would come and greet him, but he wouldn’t be able to find the right words to say. They seemed cold and distant, and he hated the sadness evident in your eyes each time you tried conversing.
Even after all these years Aizawa wasn’t good with words. He was a man of action.
Sniffling, you looked up at him in confusion as he grasped your cheek in an almost affectionate manner. His warm, calloused hand tilted your head up towards his own and your lips met his.
His lips were softer than they looked, and you could taste the bitter twang of your essence still left on them. He pressed urgently against yours, sucking your bottom lip between his mouth as his hand drifted into your frazzled hair.
You have dreamed for years what it would be like to kiss Aizawa Shouta. You always imagined it being after a heartfelt confession on your part, confessing your undying love to the man after having a few shots of liquid courage. It would be fast-paced, hasty, and desperate.
But his lips instead were slow, sensual. He controlled you two, his mouth moving in a calculated, deliberate dance of passion. The fire that was just put out in your gut reignited into a blazing inferno, feeling like an odd combination of fireworks and dynamite.
You breathed out a moan, and he swallowed it greedily, grasping your locks roughly, and tilted your head to get better access.
He opened your mouth by surprise, his teeth sharply nipping your lips. Tongue met tongue, and saliva was exchanged as he practically devoured you whole. His tongue was slick against yours, dominating in every way as it tangled with you in a fiery dance.
He lured you like a snake with a flute, making you come back and back for more. Your head swam as he gave your tongue a suckling kiss before slowly pulling away, a strand of saliva connecting your lips. You have forgotten to continue breathing through your nose in the way his mouth was able to enchant you.
Gulping in the air greedily, you stared at the male in bewilderment as he licked his lips. His eyes were heated and you could see the desire resting in his dark irises.
“You didn’t pressure me into anything…” he whispered huskily, his hand tickling the back of your neck as it drifted along your spine, “Do you understand what I’m saying, (Name)?”
His unoccupied hand reached in between you two, gently prying the pillow away from your grasp.
“Yes,” you whispered softly.
And you let him.
You let him grasp at the edge of your store uniform, slowly peeling away your shirt and bra.
His hand nearly burned your flesh as it teasingly ran up your ribcage, gently grasping the swell of your breast as you let out a quiet sigh.
You watched him climb up onto you, pulling your nude form flushed against his clothed one as his lips pressed against the curve of your neck.
Breathing out shakily, your hands fumbling desperately with his jumpsuit to find the damn zipper. After several moments of grasping at the black fabric, the male pulled away with a chuckle.
He unraveled the length of his gray scarf, tossing it off to the side before reaching and unzipping the jumpsuit in a smooth manner, the fabric pooling around his waist.
Swallowing thickly, you stared at the expanse of muscular flesh. Hidden underneath the black fabric Aizawa Shouta rippled with pure muscle, not one ounce of fat on his lean body. His abdominal muscles were evident, leading down to a very visible V disappearing into the fabric of his pants.
Along his chest sneaking into his bottoms was a fine layer of dark hair and you nervously ran your hand against the broad expanse of his pectorals.
His lips found yours again, prying your lips open and luring your tongue into his own mouth. He dragged his teeth teasingly along it before suckling on the appendage, his hands found themselves on your waistline.
Without a warning he stood up, and you frantically wrapped your legs around his stomach to keep yourself from falling to the floor, a surprised moan escaping your attached lips as he manhandled you.
One of his hands gripped your asscheek, giving it a few affirmative squeezes as he jostled you higher onto his waist. You heard the rest of his jumpsuit drop down to the carpet in a heap and kicked it aside to find later.
He crawled onto the leather couch with you still wrapped snugly around his narrow waist, and your kiss broke with a loud ‘pop’ as he pushed you into the fabric of the couch.
You panted up at the man, your eyes drifting across his vast, muscular body. Hands trailed along his chest, you felt the indents of battle scars littered across his beautiful flesh.
Teeth nipped teasingly at your throat and a low moan escaped your lips.
His mouth was torturous and slow, kisses and nips littering across your chest and stomach. You could feel the pull in your belly building up again as he sat back and stared down at you in a heated expression.
You watched enchanted as he reached down and grasped his stiffened member, standing tall and proud.
Swallowing down your nerves, you studied his appendage.
It was longer and thicker than you thought it would be, with an angry and leaking red bulbous head. Two large veins followed the length to the leaking tip, and his thumb reached down and ran along the slit at the tip, spreading the sticky liquid over it.
“Ready?”
Unable to speak, you nodded watching as he lowered himself more towards your level. He dragged his length along your slit, causing a gasp to escape your lips at the hot flesh against your wetness.
He coated his length thoroughly with your juices before teasingly circling the tip of your entrance with a wicked smirk on his handsome features.
“A-Aizawa,” you whined, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his shoulders in preparation.
He plunged without any further given warnings.
A cry escaped, and he grunted as he nearly bottomed out on the first thrust. Groaning, he pulled almost completely out again before thrusting back in, creating a slow and rough pace.
Your mouth was gaped open, your chin jutted out, and your head thrown back as he continued the same torturous pace he teased you with earlier.
The slap of skin echoed around the room, and impossibly aroused you further, the ache in your stomach tightening as he slowly began to pick up his pace.
“P-Please!” you cried, your hands wrapping around his back and clawing desperately at the muscle, earning you a deep groan from his chest.
He thrust harder, and you were left nearing in tears as the pull in your stomach continued to coil.
Without warning, he pulled out, leaving you empty and crying out on the near verge of release. Prying you off of him, you stared at him in confusion as he smirked down at you.
“We’re just getting started,” he purred, flipping you onto your stomach and grasping a fistful of your hair into his hand.
Quickly, he plunged back into you from behind, and you screamed at the pleasure that followed.
“Ah…,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes close and arching your back into his chest. In this position everything was intensified, and you were in near tears as you felt the length of his member continuously stretching you from the inside.
Your hands gripped the couch cushions tightly, your face pressed against the cool leather, your body jostled roughly with every thrust from behind.
His hand smacked your ass sharply, and you cried out a lewd moan as his teeth dragged against the back of your neck.
Everything was so overwhelming, and the pull in your stomach was much tighter than you have ever felt before. It was like a wired coil, tightening tighter and tighter the harder the man thrust into you.
His teeth dug deeper into the flesh of your neck, stars splattering across your vision as he reached between your thighs, his thumb roughly fumbling with your bundle of nerves.
Screaming, you shoved your face into the cushion of the couch, your gut tightening as he rammed harder against your bottom.
“Shouta!”, you cried as he twisted your clit, and suddenly release overcame you like a tidal wave, your body stiffening up against the sprung coil.
Panting, his thrusts began getting sporadic and uncontrolled at the mention of his name, feeling your warm heat tightening and milking his shaft. His mouth attached to your neck, and he roughly sucked your flesh to hold back the loud groan curling at the back of his throat.
You cried out again as he unleashed, cumming inside of you. He continued thrusting until you trembled violently against the overstimulated, your back arching into his chest. Pulling out, he gently rolled you over and looked down at you.
You looked beautifully spent with your mouth gaped open and panting lewdly, and eyes squeezed shut.
Smiling, he pulled you close, nestling his face in the crook of your flushed neck.
“S-Shouta…” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his muscular back and hugging him tightly against your naked form, “I-I need to confess something…”
“Hmm?”, he questioned, pressing his lips softly against your jugular.
Slowly thickly, you threw away all caution to the wind. You had to tell him, You had to be honest. But it didn’t mean that your heart wouldn’t still hammer in fear.
“I-I love you…,” you whispered quietly, “I have for a long time…”
Leaning up on his elbows, he stared down at your flushed cheeks. Gently cupping your jaw, he lowered himself down to your lips, pressing a sweet, chaste kiss unlike the one from earlier.
Pulling away, he smirked down at you, watching amusedly as you stared up at him with shocked wide eyes as if you both didn’t have passionate sex just minutes prior.
“Do you understand, (Name)?” he asked, his voice deep with emotion.
A smile spread across your face, tears of happiness filled your eyes. Wrapping your arms back around him, you hugged the man to your naked chest.
“Yes.”, you breathed out softly, hands tangling themselves in his thick black hair.
Action spoke louder than words for the hero, and you understood that completely.