Himiko wasn't sure what she disliked more, the mouthful of brown hair or the crushing sensation on her back that reeked of sweat, body odor and masculine most while something hard poked against her ass cheeks. The sound of snoring echoed off the walls and she felt sweaty and overheated being in the middle of her two sleeping lovers along with an unreasonably fluffy comforter.
Sitting up she felt her own sweat drip off her back and she had to struggle to breathe for a moment, her feline eyes seeing in the darkness as well as a normal woman could see in the daylight. Both of them were still out cold and it was only four in the morning by the look of the clock on the nightstand. She sighed in annoyance as she silently got out of the bed without waking another thanks to her talents for stealth, though she felt her heart squeeze a bit when Izuku grunted and flared around in an unconscious search for her. That was until he touched Ochako who rolled over like a lot and satisfied his unquenchable urge to cuddle.
Himiko had half a mind to slap him straight on the ass and see how they'd react, but as funny as that was, the blonde had more pressing matters such as breakfast. Turning away with her still nude body, she went around gathering up her clothes and covering herself before entering the kitchen. Her overnight bag laid on the dining table where she left it, so she opened the bag and fished out a micro cooler filled with two packs of blood which she downed in moments.
It was always one of the best parts about waking up, but that only fulfilled one of two needs, thus she needed to raid the pantry. Carefully Himiko moved to the other side and opened a cabinet to find a box of bland, whole oat cereal. She frowned at the object, it wasn't as good tasting as she hoped the chubby heroine would stock, but whatever.
Opening another cabinet she pulled out a bowl and spoon, set them on the table and made her piddly breakfast. Maybe she could bug Izuku to go fetch something more tasty when he got up? For some reason she had a craving for a cheeseburger of all things, but she wasn't picky.
Chomping on a dry spoonful of oats, she thought for a moment in the silence of the far nicer apartment. She thought back to her mania and the vague echoes of what she said or did. All she knew was that there was an urge in her at the time, not one of murder or torture or extreme violence like when her quirk took over, but it was one of her more excited "moods".
She pictured it for a moment and couldn't find a mental reference other than a slight tingle in her groin and an overwhelming sense of pride and superiority. Base emotions that made her feel good in an animal way and along with them came one thing, one fantasy that she often wrote about in her work. Sticking her tongue inside a nice, inch long gouge in his chest as he moaned and caressed her skin, just begging and whining for her attention.
It was an association from years of wanting that fantasy, but still she had a grin on her face as her cheeks began to get rosey. She liked the idea very much, even if it was more than a little inappropriate at this time...or was it really? She was in a relationship with those two so why couldn't she make a request right now? After all they would all feel good so-
Himiko halted her mind and where it was going. Right now she needed to step back and review everything going on inside her even if she was getting an "itch". It wasn't fair to Zuzu or Cheeky to just throw her mind into senseless passion, especially when those drives tended to have life threatening dangers for those she loved. She froze as a disgusted shiver came from old memories and anguished faces that refused to stop haunting her.
"Put it away Himiko, those days are behind you now. You're better now and you don't want to take things that far. You love Zuzu, he loves you and Cheeky is right with you. Just let the dead fade away."
She whispered to herself as her former "loves" and what she did to them played out before her mind in a hyperflash of gore. There came an even greater twitching and discomfort between her legs at the scenes despite her shame. She still enjoyed it in a fucked up, twisted way that made the worst parts of her mind and quirk just scratch at the surface of her brain, but she loathed it. Himiko never wanted to have anyone go through that, much less the first...second man she ever loved and loved her back for who she was.
Though she knew if someone wronged her enough and she hated them, then she knew it wasn't off the table. But, again, that was all behind her now.
She felt an ache at the base of her teeth that chewing the cereal barely helped and with it she tried to control her heavy breathing. Now would be a good time for more blood, she wasn't in danger of actually snapping like she did when she was a teen, but it always helped quell her more unusual urges. Pushing it aside, the blonde considered what she should do today with all her work done for the week.
Zuzu likely had to go back to work today or maybe tomorrow if she was lucky, and Cheeky had her obligations as an actual pro hero. That didn't leave her with a lot of options that didn't involve watching shitty tv in her pajamas or writing her next smutty romance novel alone in that shack she called home.
A sorrow filled her at the thought of that empty, lonely place with only herself for company, away from the man who adored her and the friend she owed everything to. She had been alone enough for an entire lifetime. Maybe she could have Izuku stay over? Thinking about it she considered putting on something nice that would convince him to obey her.
What exactly did she have in her wardrobe that he hadn't seen? That nice black lingerie, her leather corset with the nipples cut out, those he had seen. Maybe something animal themed, like a cat girl outfit or maybe a school uniform-
She grimaced again, no, she would not be wearing that around him ever. He deserved so much better from her. Perhaps...actually, what if she convinced Cheeky to help get him off again? She was out of costume ideas and the woman was the ultimate sex toy for them both, so why not? So long as she got first dibs on him like her status demanded, then it would be fine.
Then again, if Ochako was unavailable, then maybe she should do more tricks for him? Suck him off maybe? He probably won't like that given how her teeth were shaped, so what else? She did promise he could use her butt...so maybe? Himiko wasn't looking forward to it, but if that kept him by her side and not alone then it would be okay. Hell, she may actually like it...or she'd literally shit the bed, either or.
There came a yawn as two figures shuffled out of the bedroom, both of which were sweaty, nude and half asleep as they shambled forward. Cheeky made her way almost instinctively to the coffee machine while Zuzu made his way over to where the blonde was sitting and kissed her before going to join the heroine by greeting her with a kiss as well before the dreaded coffee breath took hold.
Gradually he put on his clothes and laid out the brunettes neatly on the sofa as he glared at the villainess to come here like a petulant, needy baby. She, of course, gave in and put her finished bowl to the side and approached the quirkless man who wrapped his arms around her and brought her to the floor in an attempt to cuddle which just made her feel good as they both flopped around on the ground until they found the perfect position.
Zuzu nuzzled against her while Ochako watched passively from the table, the woman's mind still half asleep as she sipped her bean juice.
"You guys ever get the feeling it's too early in the day for that kinda stuff? I mean we just got up."
Izuku glared at the heroine(again like a petulant and needy baby that Himiko just adored) and pointed a finger in her direction with all the threat of a teddy bear.
"No and to prove that, we're going to cuddle you to death now."
Himiko smiled at the goofiness of the idea and got up with her beloved, ready to pounce on her best friend, only to see Ochako give a "I'm tired of your bullshit" look. The brunette gestured to her coffee and let a hard edge enter her voice.
"Not. Till. I'm. Done."
The pair frowned at her words, but Izuku managed to smile and take a seat opposite her.
"Then can we do anything for you?"
She shook her head and sipped her brew, looking crabby and annoyed at his words.
"No, just let me finish my drink in peace.
He sighed at her response with quite a bit of disappointment and was about to speak when a jingle came from his pocket. Taking out his mobile, Izuku read something on it that made him frown as he put it back and stood up.
"Well, looks like they need me at the office in an hour. I'm going to head out now so save time so-"
He leaned over and pecked the brunette on the lips while groping one of her tits before scooping Himiko up and kissed her far more deeply as he set her back down.
"Love ya both, I'll be back before six and we'll do something tonight."
With that Izuku left to go handle his day job, leaving the two women to themselves. Stirring her cup with a spoon, Ochako glared at the door where he exited.
"Honestly, the nerve of that guy to just up and fucking leave without giving me a better kiss. Anyway Miko, do you have anything to do today? Because I'm off for the day, so what's your thing?"
Himiko shrugged and moved to grab a mug as well, which soon held freshly brewed coffee. It wasn't her favorite, but better than nothing. Taking a seat on the other end, she studied the heroine and decided to maybe clear the air a bit, if only for her own worries.
"So...can I ask why you suddenly seem all over me compared to...all the times after I got better?"
Ochako stared back at her and gave an eye roll as she finally finished her cup.
"Because just dealing in that way with you alone after everything we've put each other through is...worrying. I never knew if I swung that way and I was worried about having a bad effect on your mental health."
She looked off to the side as she continued with a slight tinge of disgust lingering under her skin.
"Not to mention I'm not really into the whole bloodplay thing. With Zuki here he kinda scratches your back in a way I just refuse. Like I said Miko, I love you like a sister, but there's a part of me that is just always worried about you and Izuku evens us both out...honestly he and you make the sex a thousand times better."
Her fingernails tapped on the wood of the table for a moment as guilt played out on her pink cheeked face before she spoke.
"Speaking of which...I know you and Izuku have a special thing and you're both kind enough to let me into it, so I'm grateful. But...I need more. More of him, more of you and us just fiddling around the deed is getting old. Look Miko, I'm sorry to say, but I have needs and Izuku isn't cutting it all the way when he just pussyfoots around and the only reason he hasn't plowed me is because of you. Now I have more experience then you so I can coach him until you're both ready to make that step, that way your first time won't be just him slipping it in and then immediately firing off before he can even move."
Himiko looked utterly blindsided by the suggestion, but Ochako kept an even glance as she continued.
"Trust me Miko, your first time is one of the most important things in your life and if Zuki just ends up rushing through it because he's never been desensitized to the feeling of a woman, then it won't be as magical as it could be. I've already been there, so just let me train him for a while, let him get used to the feeling and things will be a lot better for us all."
Anger wasn't the correct word. She wasn't murderous or livid, but neither was she passive at the idea. They had shared Zuzu on a few occasions, so it wasn't utterly out of nowhere and Cheeky did have a right to say what she wanted from them. Yet Himiko leveled a dangerous gaze that was quickly turned over when she remembered who she was talking to. She could trust this woman so she let her worry and indignation show while trying to remain sociable.
"Ochako...I think that's a bit much to ask of him and me, but I get it and you have a point. I know it'll probably make Zuzu happy since he'll actually be able to go all the way with someone, instead of having to deal with me. Yet...is it weird that the thought scares me? That I'm worried you're going to make him love you more than me and he'll run away with you?"
The heroine softened her eyes and reached a hand to caress the blonde's as she pursed her lips.
"Miko...I think you severely underestimate how much that man loves you. He's told me so many things about you and he almost never has anything bad to say about you and just the way he acts and shows that love...I'm going to be frank here Himiko, the intensity that man has for you and how he absolutely adores you, it's nothing like I've seen from anyone else. Katsuki was never that devoted to me and there's probably a million other girls out there who would kill to have a boyfriend that is so loving."
She ran a thumb over the former slasher's knuckles at those words.
"I could never match up to you in that regard and to tell you the truth, Miko I'm rather happy with this set up between the three of us. Because no matter how you think I'm always going to be by your side since you need my help, even all the way back then I looked out for you and I always will so long as you don't let yourself relapse. This way...I can get everything I want, I get a husband who adores me, kids just bouncing around the house, to always keep an eye on you and know you're safe and happy."
The woman pursed her lips and stood up from the table as a huff came from her nose.
"This really is the best for the three of us. Zuki gets his needs met, you get your partner in me and him, and I get my family without having to worry about it interfering with my obligations to you. We all just need time and it'll get better, but in the short term we just need to have those little first steps and intimacy is the best way I can see it happening."
There was a sound of cartilage popping from the table as Himiko stood up to meet her savior. Again, it wasn't dangerous or carried a threat, it was basic emotional tenseness that was cooled with a deep breath as she began to pace around the kitchen.
"Don't you think I want to give myself to him? I love that man as much as I did the League, but in an even deeper way. I have literally spread my legs out for him so many times and if he wasn't so adoring and loving then he would have just taken me by now long before you got involved. There's so much I want to do with him, with you even Cheeky, but I fucking can't."
Anger sparked behind her golden eyes as she bared her teeth, not quite at the heroine, but more the world itself.
"I can't let him love me like a man is made to do, I can't hangout with you in public, I can't go to Kamino and visit the old bar, I can't even do more than step out to the corner store and buy something sweet because I made the decision in my youth to be one of the worst villains of the war. Zuzu and you are the only people I have left, the only bits of pleasure and human connection with people I know love me for who I am and I'm so fucking horrifiyed of him leaving that I just want to forget the past, but it won't let me!"
The bloodsucker threw her arms into the air with heavy exasperation as she had almost a depressive fury about her.
"But the fucked up thing is, I think he might be the only one, out of all the people I tried to date, who will look at my past and accept it. He might just listen and nod and hold me, I mean I told him how I killed those sixty other heroes in my time and he outright said he didn't care!"
She began to walk about in a circle as disbelief filled her voice, still looking as blown away by the fact as she was that day.
"I out right told him about the murders, about how you saved me, about how my friends died, about how I was a fucking villain and he still said he wanted to marry me! After all that shit, after I beat the fuck out of him, bit him, cut him, stole him from his own fucking mother, that stupid idiot still sees me as someone worth loving! He might accept me even if I told him about who I was and what I did when my quirk ran wild, but he also might not! This perfect, wonderful, loving fuck up of a man, a person I fall in love with more every fucking day to the point it's getting harder and harder to picture my life without him, will leave me because of my old mistakes and it will only be my fault!"
Water teased at the edge of her eyelids as she felt her legs start to shake under the weight of her emotions.
"This is the most I can ever want out of life, I'm sane at last, I have a safe home and just a little spending money and a man who loves me for who I am, not just what I am. He does everything he can to make me happy and I do everything to ensure nothing hurts him ever again. I don't deserve him with how much he's been a light to my life and worships me, but if I let it slip about what I did to those people I wanted to become...I wouldn't blame him if he left and never came back."
Ochako saw a tear fall from her greatest success as a hero and a person, and merely walked over and embraced her. The blonde wrapped her arms around her plump body and began to sob a little as the heroine guided them both back to the bedroom. Easing onto the sheets the brunette ran her hand over Himiko's back, causing the villainess to lose her weight and float slightly in her arms.
What exactly could she say to that? Simple murder alone was bad enough and Zuki had accepted it, even learning that Himiko took it up as a profession in her youth, but...those "love killings" she had done…
Even as she held the woman who did them, Ochako couldn't help but grimace in disgust. They were some of the worst acts of sadistic depravity on record since the Emergence era. Men and women slain in their prime through days or weeks of slow, meticulous torture as blades slipped through and around the skin or they were killed out right if the mood struck her or if she hadn't the time or preparation. Yet Ochako had seen more to the girl than her insanity, most of which came from her untreated quirk, and was proven right in that there was hope for Himiko. That the girl could reform herself and live a somewhat normal life after moving past what she did.
Yet to be intimate with her in such a way as Izuku was and find out that she did that to those she claimed to "love", then anyone with an ounce of self preservation would bounce. Maybe they could explain it to him together that it was because of her quirk that she was clinically insane at the time? Ocahko was a hero and a former target of the girl for that, but she still vouched for her so perhaps that would be enough to put Zuki's future worries at ease, regardless of them being warranted from a first impression.
Shifting her hand down, the heavier woman felt almost annoyed at the state of things. Of course she understood Miko's worries and they were very real, but on the flip side it was just that one stupid secret that kept her from getting what she wanted. "Just tell him, have a talk and a cry about it and let's start actually having it." The more selfish part of her personality thought as Miko ceased crying and was cuddled up against her.
She hated waiting, she hated not having that itch inside her scratched as much as Izuku was clearly able to do and she hated not being able to go forward in their relationship between the three of them due to that one stupid secret. She wanted Himiko and him to pass that hurdle, say they loved each other, fuck, and be cool with building more of a life then living in their shitty apartments so that she could get her turn, so she could make her new dream a reality.
They were running out of time and there was a house to buy and cribs to be built and weddings to plan and sex to be had and rings to be worn. Even if Izuku just used her for practice before he and Himiko consummated their relationship, it was better than this half-ass fucking waiting. Ochako spent her whole life waiting for the right time to do anything and now that she had this opportunity where almost everything was in her control, even the people she was starting to love, there was still things in her way and it was so fucking miniscule!
She had gotten over what Miko did, she was even attacked by the girl four separate times and a prime target for her insanity and she considered her like a sister and maybe a little more now. So why the hell would Zuki think any differently when he's accepted the fact Himiko was a killer and even let her do her weird kinky stuff to him knowing she had the ability to kill him!? She would never tell him about Miko's past without the woman's consent, but come the fuck on already!
Why couldn't she just get this one thing, this one tiny thing out of life!? Her plan for a three way relationship with Miko and him worked, so why couldn't they just start moving ahead in the world already!?
Sighing at her own thoughts and realizing how unbelievably self centered they were(even if she earned the right to be selfish for once in her goddamn existence) Ochako lowered her gaze to the villainess. Miko stared up at her with bloodshot eyes while she appeared emotionally stable, but blinked at the fed up expression on her face. It was at this moment Ochako decided to be a bitch for once and get something she wanted, because it was one of her few days off from saving the masses from their own stupidity. She was pissed that Zuki wasn't around, but Miko would make due until he got back.
Sitting up on the mattress she glared at Himiko with an aura that enforced the difference in power between them, one that screamed "I'm in charge and you're going to do as I say or else." as she gauged the almost sheepish lowering of her partner's head. The blonde wouldn't make eye contact and it made Ochako feel...not good, but validated in some way. Grabbing her by the cliff of her chin, she spoke in an overbearing, bullying way that just released all those pent up emotions.
"Miko, take your clothes off."
The blonde slowly recoiled from the edge in her voice and moved her eyes to meet her savior with a demeanor she had only for her, from only the guilt and fear and worry she could bring her.
"Why do you-"
Ochako was in her face with that same glare that made her feel small as the heroine leaned forward slowly, letting the difference in weight become seen as the weightlessness made her feel almost helpless. Himiko almost floated off the bed as the brunette grabbed her by the cheeks, not giving her an inch of space.
"Because I say so and you're going to do it because I love you and care about you."
She brought her closer and kissed her, invading her mouth and slipping a hand down her pants to grope her ass.
"Now do it, please."
Weight returned to the criminal as her lover snapped her fingers and gently pushed her off the mattress. Not sure what else to do Himiko did as asked and stripped down to her bare skin, only to have Ochako shake her head in disappointment. For once the blonde felt a sudden surge of emotional panic and wanted nothing more than to have Izuku with her again as the woman they both loved shook her head in disapproval. Ochako for her part was not as dismissive as one would think, but seeing Miko nude didn't really do it for her like seeing Zuki naked did.
Sure the woman was beautiful with a figure she was slightly jealous of, but it just wasn't as arousing, but did she even want it right now? Yes? No? Maybe? All the crimefighter knew was that she wanted to vent out her pent up feelings and Himiko was the closest receptacle for that. Not wanting to wait for the blonde, she got up and marched over to her, gripping her butt and kissing her again.
Looking her over Ochako pulled a pin from the villainess' ratty hairdo and watched the nasty collection of golden locks fall to her ankles, before sticking a finger in her mouth and gently forcing it inside the woman's groin. She watched as Miko's face went wide with shock and how she let out a soft whimper as the muscles bent to the object. Again Ochako kissed her, forcing the more petite woman to bend backwards a bit as she pushed against her.
There came a slight tingle from below as Himiko tried to copy her, only to have that hand swatted away by Ochako. The brunette pulled away and glared at her, slowly she brought her finger out so as to not cause too much pain and grabbed the villainess by the wrist and threw her on the mattress. This wasn't nearly as satisfying as she hoped, but it did soothe some of those held in emotions as Ochako climbed onto the bed. It didn't outright repulse her to be laying with Miko, but if Zuki was here then it would be far better.
Part of her just wanted to start yelling and berating at the woman, just because she was there and they trusted each other enough. It wasn't even mainly Himiko she had a problem with right now, it was everything. Her insane work hours as a hero, her parents constantly breathing down her neck, her failed relationship with Katsuki that she put all of her effort into trying to keep alive only to have that crash and burn. Then there was the fact she was driven so fucking low that she had to share her boyfriend with someone else, but at least she enjoyed the arrangement between the three of them.
It was just...she behaved so fucking much and was finally getting something she wanted, even if it wasn't the traditional path she hoped for and there were still fucking roadblocks and obstacles to get to where she wanted. Why did she always have to be the saint? Why couldn't she be a bitch for once? Ah, what the fuck could she really do about that? It is what it is and right now the only way to work it out was in front of her.
So she grabbed Himiko by the ankles and dragged her across the bed until her groin was right in her face. Ochako dragged a hand over the top of Himiko's torso, feeling the girl shiver slightly at her touch. Shifting them to the belly and activating her quirk, the heroine flipped her lover around to where her head was now facing her crotch.
Holding onto the blonde's hips she began to bury her mouth into her pussy and work her tongue around the warm, wet interior as a squeal came the hapless criminal. A sense of resentful pride came from hearing the sounds Himiko made, making Ochako go even harder into pleasuring her.
"Stupid fucking runt, where the fuck would you be without me? Where would your happiness come from if it wasn't for me risking my neck out for you even though you tried to kill me multiple times? You're a fuck up, a mistake to everyone, even your own parents and those killers you considered family only tolerated you. The only fucking people who want you around that aren't even worse perverts are me and Zuki. You did all that horrible shit and you still got your happy fucking ending, you get a man to love you despite the fucked up things you're into while I was alone. Bitch, you owe everything to me and while I love you and consider you as a friend, you and that loser of a boyfriend are mine. I'll take care of you both because I want to, but I'm going to take everything I can from you both until I'm satisfied in life."
Again the selfish side of her brain let itself be known and this time she didn't fight it. She wanted this so she would take it just like Miko did in her youth. Quickly Ochako wrapped her legs around the girl's upper back and forced her head down by pushing down on her neck. Thankfully Miko was smart enough to take the hint and began to mimic what was being done to her.
Pleasure shot up from Ochako's core as she felt Miko's tongue enter her and brought a moan erupting out from her mouth as she began to double down on working her greatest success. It felt good so she just tried to forget herself in the sensation. There were so many troubles in life and even if they were petty compared to what happened in the war, she just wanted to feel something good.
Wasn't she entitled to this? To have something in her life other than her loneliness? She had saved the world, she had rescued Himiko from herself so didn't she have claim over this woman, the right to use her and her piddly joys to make all of their lives grander? Besides, who better to take care of Miko than her guardian angel and Zuki wasn't much better without her around to help manage the blonde. How would they survive without her?
They both lived in varying degrees of poverty with next to no social network, no familiar connections. The two of them were dead in the water without her there to lift them out of the muck and show them the heaven they could each could build together if they just followed her lead.
She ceased her inner thoughts when the pleasure spiked to even higher degree and she was brought back to reality as her entire body tensed and then released in a wave of ecstasy that made her moan in delight. It was wonderful and Ochako found herself clinging to Miko's legs before activating her quirk and spinning the girl around and embracing her.
She cuddled up with the blonde, enjoying the warmth and the touch of her skin in the afterglow as a sense of belonging buzzed throughout her being. A smile crossed Ochako's face and she felt happy, but looking down at Miko it was clear something was wrong. The woman had moved her eyes up to the ceiling and had a forlorn sadness about her.
"I miss Zuzu."
Ochako felt some of her heart squeeze at the longing in her voice, it was honestly adorable and she couldn't help but to just hold on. Miko reciprocated the act and clung to her, causing the heroine to coo and soothe as best she could. They stayed like that for minutes, just taking in the comfort of being in the arms of someone you trust then Himiko broke the silence with nothing but melancholy.
"Cheeky...what exactly do you want from this relationship with me and Zuzu? Like are you just here because it's the most convenient thing you could get? Because...whenever I think about me and Zuzu, I always wonder what would have happened on that bridge if we hadn't spoken. Would I still be alone? Would Zuzu end up with someone else who would just take advantage of him?"
She nuzzled a little deeper into the bosom of her savior and kept speaking.
"I...I'm grateful to him everyday and he gets better as a person every time I see him, but I don't know if I'm doing enough for him or if I'm doing what he needs or even what he wants from me. Because if he just wanted sex then he could go to someone else or just pay for it, but he puts up with my bullshit and loves me. But we don't really know each other, I know his pains and lusts and even his desires in life, but I don't know what he likes, what he's into outside of the bedroom."
She shifted onto her back so all of Ochako's weight was on top of her like a blanket.
"Then you come in and you're a thousand times better then me in every regard since you have money, kindness and none of the fucked past or mental problems I have and it just worries me. Not because I don't trust you, but because I don't know where I stand in his heart anymore. Yeah I'm a kinky sadistic bitch, but I love that man more than I've loved anyone and there have been girls in his life that could snatch him up in a second if he wanted them more than me. I'm just so scared of him calling me up one day and saying he doesn't want me anymore, that he found someone else while I'm alone again."
Her voice cracked as tears teased at the edge of her eyelids again.
"He's all I have and if he left...I honestly don't know what I'd do. I know I wouldn't hurt him, but there's this hurt part of me that makes him want to stay by my side all the time. I even thought about talking him into moving in, but I didn't because I figured he had a lease on his place and that it might complicate my parole. Yet, I don't even know what I want from him. I mean he gives me everything I need, but aside from bringing cutting into our sessions, I have no clue what else either of us desire aside from sex."
There came a kiss upon her forehead as Ochako smiled down at her like an angel, making everything seem better as those pure hazel eyes regarded her with love and compassion. Her fingers ran through those golden locks and she spoke with the confidence of a sister.
"Miko, you just need to talk to him. Sit down with him and have a conversation about what you both want, yeah it'll be awkward and even a little painful, but you'll understand him a lot better then just guessing around in the dark and hoping you're doing something right. Heck, I need to have that conversation with you both since even my thoughts are messed up."
Himiko relaxed at her words, finding her touch to be the most reassuring thing at the moment and still she pursed her lips.
"Maybe later Cheeky, but he and I need to clear things up before you roll in and start throwing your weight around."
Ochako placed her hand on Himiko's face and kissed her, looking as benevolent as a person possibly can be.
"Alright Miko, you get to talk to Zuki and then I'll meet you both later on this week to clear the air. However I want one thing from you and that is for us to go play table tennis until he gets off from work, deal?"
Himiko grinned and kissed her in return, feeling like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders as she could go face her problems and move forward with her precious Zuzu.
"Alright Cheeky, you got a deal."
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Izuku had never wanted a soda so badly in his life. All day he had to handle the insane demands of the yearly rush and it had left him fiending for something sweet since he didn't get enough time to indulge in anything more than cup noodles. He was already on the train towards Ochako's place and might as well pick up something they could cook. Steak with white rice? Or was that too manly of a dish for their tastes?
Maybe he should ask them? He almost didn't want to ask Himiko since she would fight him on it, but he was just sick of fast food. Putting the issue aside, he pulled out his phone as the train kept on going, only to be met by a text from Ochako.
"Hey Zuki, sorry to not get back with you sooner. Miko asked for some alone time with you so I'm just gonna stay over at my place by myself tonight. She missed you while you were gone and I needed to sort some paperwork out for my job, so it works out for us all. I wanted to just say I love you and I can't wait to see you and Miko again."
Izuku sighed in disappointment, but smiled. It was so nice to hear someone say they loved him and mean it. Still, he had hoped to see her too, but reality sucked sometimes. Pulling up the "respond" screen he began to text back.
"Hey Rosie, it's good to hear from you after so long. I don't mind if Himiko wants some time with me, but is there anything we could do for you in the meanwhile? Maybe we can meet up later?"
He hit send and was met by another text moments later.
"Nope, I'm all good. There's still a boatload of stuff for me to handle and to tell the truth Miko wouldn't stop complaining when you left so let's just wait until my schedule is cleared up again to meet up. But as for that little blood sucker, can you just hang out with her so she'll calm down? She isn't usually this needy but she just talked about you again and again. Maybe do something special for her tonight?"
A thought came to him as he read that, one that may just make the day just what his Darling needed. He replied to the message as quickly as he could when the train pulled into the station.
"So just to ask, do you have any idea what her favorite dish is? All she's ever had is take out around me so I have no clue what she likes."
He waited on a bench for a few minutes before another text came in from the heroine.
"Miko's always been a carnivore with her diet, so anything beef based would probably be okay. Though she always liked her meat cooked rare just to let you know. Aside from that she has a really big sweet tooth so maybe throw in something like oranges or apples on the side. I also have this recipe for blood pudding I found online, but I wanna wait until we're all together again. Anyway, wish you the best of luck Zuki, love ya."
That made him feel so much better about what to do tonight. Sending the required "Love u 2", he arose from his seat and began to make his way to see his darling by hopping on another train. An hour later after getting to the proper station and dropping into a market to purchase the ingredients, Izuku arrived at the door to her apartment with the bag in hand. The entrance swung open and he came face to face with her.
He smiled, but Himiko wore a...worried expression? It was hard to place, but she certainly wasn't happy or pissed. It was an emotion he had never seen on her, yet she ushered him in and he began to put the groceries away while she continued to stare wordlessly at him. Once that was done Izuku walked over to her and embraced his darling, hugging and kissing her for all she was worth until she began to push away, much to his mild annoyance.
When she was free, Himiko started pacing around the living room, not making eye contact with him before shaking her head and sitting herself on the sofa.
"Zuzu...I wanna talk to you. It isn't about anything bad, but...lately I've been wondering a few things about us. Now I love you and I cherish all the time we spend together and all you've been willing to do for me, but I think we need to clear the air about what we want from each other. Because I haven't really been open about what I want...mainly because I don't know what it is, but the same can be said for you. What exactly do you want out of this relationship?"
Izuku blinked at the statement, finding it oddly absurd as he encroached on his lover by taking a seat on the couch and wrapping his arms around her.
"What I want is...you, I guess. You're literally one of the best things in my life despite all your strangeness. Himiko, you have no idea how much you really mean to me."
He continued to think for a second as he let his thoughts out.
"I suppose the thing I want most though is something very long-term. Like you always say, we have a life to build together so I'm serious when I said I wanted to marry you and so long as you don't fuck any guy other then me, I'll be weird and kinky with you. Yet to be fair, I honestly don't mind if Ochako stays with us since she's been nothing but positive for us both."
Himiko listened and felt her heart skip a beat at that and let own insecurities vent through her words.
"But what is it you like about me so much Zuzu? Why do you keep coming back when you could just go to that pink girl or Cheeky or anyone else who would just let you screw? I'm damaged goods and I've been nothing but nasty to you."
There came a dire seriousness about his face as he looked at her.
"Because I can trust you. Himiko, out of everyone else on this dirtball, I trust you the most because you have earned it. You've been brutally honest with me from the start and helped me see the truth. You confide in me secrets you haven't told anyone else and I've done the same. You didn't push me away when I confessed to wanting to murder that dick, instead you were there for me in ways nobody else would be. You aren't a piece of meat to me Himiko, you're the person I can bear the weight of the world with."
His expression softened a bit and he slid a thumb around her belt line.
"That being said, I'd love it if you'd let me pop your cherry."
She knew he was just being silly to lighten the mood, but Himiko only climbed harder as she readied to bear her heart.
"The reason I like you Zuzu is because...you accept me for who I am, all of me. Not just the weird blonde or the sadist, but as Himiko. You comfort me in my darkest hours and give me such a feeling of pleasure, you make me feel safe and happy and you have such a strong quality about yourself that nobody else appreciates. To me, you're my treasure, my baby, my...everything really."
She paused for a moment as fear came and went from what she was about to say.
"That being said, I wanna be honest about what I want physically from you. Now you don't need to accept and I'll perfectly understand if you don't want me to do it to you, but...this is like the most arousing thing for me. Granted, I can get off just fine with a little biting and slapping, but I've always been the most satisfied when doing this. Zuzu...my biggest desire is to...cut you."
Himiko thanked every devil and demon that watched over her that instead of flinching or running like most people would, he simply hummed and shifted himself around on the sofa.
"Like how so? Because biting and hitting are one thing...that's a whole other realm of...interesting."
There wasn't an apt way to describe how relieved Himiko was. He was actually willing to hear her out instead of just running away or changing the subject. Smiling as she cuddled closer, she answered.
"The biggest thing would be quick, shallow cuts along your chest, your back and maybe your ass. I'd take a knife and put a slight bit of pressure at the tip of the blade so it'd be quick and safe. Really you would feel more of a jolt, rather a slow drawn out sense of pain. Then I'd suck a little of the blood out before moving to the next one. Once I got properly hot, I'd bite into your sweet spots and you just do your thing until you pop off."
She mused on something brewing in the back of her brain that she spoke out loud.
"I guess before that I'd need to teach you first aid just to be safe, but it should work."
There were many things Izuku could handle and he was beyond shocked with himself that this was one of them. He never would have imagined he would ever be in a situation where this was discussed nor did he think it was possible for this to be a thing people did for a sexual thrill, but here he was. The worst thing was that he didn't even have that knee-jerk reaction to the threat of pain that he once had. He was certain his mother would have a heart attack if she heard this conversation and that Aki would kill someone for trying this shit on him.
But this was Himiko and he loved this woman. Granted, the thought didn't arouse him, almost the opposite in fact, yet he had kinda learned to like the biting, so maybe cutting wouldn't be that bad? Or maybe she'd make a mistake and send him to an early grave, who knew? All he wanted was to just fuck, that was it. He was vanilla as can be, save for his slight preference for mutant women.
He thought for a moment about how he'd likely have a wife and a family with a woman who didn't want to carve him up like a turkey if he hadn't hesitated that night, but remembered it was done now and that she wasn't coming back. All he had now was Himiko and Ochako, so he may as well compromise.
"I'd be willing to try that, but maybe after you work me into it? When you cut me with that razor for example, I couldn't relax as much when you bit or hit me because I had a fear that I might die. It wasn't because of you or because I believed you would try to hurt me like that, it was just...instinctual, ya know? I prefer the biting since nothing important is in danger and we've done it enough that the fear is gone."
Himiko leaned up and kissed him with a truly relaxed posture about her as tensions in her mind finally started coming undone.
"That's completely fine, we'll start off small until you get adjusted then when you do we'll work from there. Is there anything I can do for you?"
He pursed his lips as a mix of fear and awkwardness filled him.
"During or after you're cutting me?"
She waved a dismissive hand.
"Either or."
Izuku thought about it and answered as politely as he could given the mood.
"First off, you are under no circumstances to put that blade anywhere near my neck or dick, if you do that I'm never doing this with you again. Secondly...kiss me every so often while you're doing it, I like the reassurance. Thirdly, and I know you'll probably say no to this, but let me fuck you. If I'm willing to let you do that to me, stuff that is likely going to leave scars, then can you at least let me finish inside you, please?"
Himiko pursed her lips this time. He wasn't being unreasonable and one of the requests was downright heart warming, but there were still a few hurdles before she felt secure enough for that.
"Maybe you can just do it with Cheeky until I'm ready? She-"
There came a red shade to Izuku's face that took her by absolute surprise as he let go of her and marched to the other side of the living room. He shouted for the first time in a long time and it was directed solely at her.
"Why the fuck are you so against me taking your virginity!? I'm willing to let you cut me and I put up with all your problems even though I love you, but when I ask for this one thing, this one tiny thing that regular couples sort out in the first three months without discussing bloodletting in the process, you refuse me so much that you're willing to let me commit adultery by giving my first time to her instead! I don't dislike Ochako, but you're mine Himiko, I wanna give my first time to you because you mean more to me then anyone and you don't seem to fucking understand that!"
Color returned to his face as he began to huff and puff to regain his breath while the blonde slowly recovered from her recoiling at his rage. Putting on a more practical face she addressed him calmly.
"It isn't that I'm against you taking my first Zuzu, it's just...I need to know we're fully compatible before that and cutting is my biggest thing. That and she's been getting very passive aggressive about it, saying she wants you to "practice" on her before we do it. Cheeky can be a bitch when she wants to be and eventually she might just use some of that leverage on us, which could put both of us in a bad spot."
Izuku stared at her in disbelief for what had to be minutes before he ran his hands down his face and kept staring.
"Himiko, I have let you cut me, bite me, slap me and make a massive tear in my relationship with my mother, all because you mean so much to me. I...want to be angry, but really I'm a little into the idea of screwing her, but you are mine so I want you to give it to me so I don't feel like I'm betraying you."
She shook her head and exhaled.
"Izuku, can you just do it? I'll be with you every step of the way and after you're done with her then we'll do something special. I just need her appeased because she might decide to hold my parole over my head, I'm not saying she'll send me back to Tartarus, but she can take away a lot of my independence. I could lose my apartment, my job, and be forced into a single housing unit with her where she can keep an eye on me twenty-four seven. Again, Cheeky normally wouldn't do that but she has threatened it in the past and her emotions are running high right now."
She got off the sofa and clasped his hands tightly.
"Look, it'll just be like the first time she was here except you just go all the way, alright? You and I make her feel special, we all feel good and I don't get put into a housing unit, okay?"
Izuku thought back on it and relented as the memory of how good that night was came back. Shaking his head, he managed to speak with a rapidly dying anger that was being replaced with a strange complacency at the fact he had basically done it once before.
"I might be willing to plow her, but that'll come later. For now...can you just help me make dinner?"
Himiko hesitated for a moment and contemplated the situation. So far Izuku was very receptive to most things they talked about and they were making progress to where her fantasies might become reality. May as well push the envelope before she loses the nerve.
Reaching out, she gently held his hands and looked down at the floor as a lifetime of shame filled her bones. It was always so taboo for her to discuss this with anyone, even when she joined the League she was ashamed to tell them about it, much less show them. But this was her Zuzu and she needed to have faith in him that he wouldn't run.
"Before that...would you mind if I showed you my quirk? I know it's kind of sudden, but it'll explain a lot about me."
A child-like excitement washed over Izuku when he heard that, giving off an energy that Himiko had never seen before. It was like seeing a whole other person with how his eyes sparkled at the prospect.
"Sure, I'd love to."
Himiko could tell he was holding back a whole lot of energy as he stared almost rapturously at in a way he never had before, even when she was pleasuring him. It made her smile a little at the eagerness he had to see one of the parts of herself she loathed the most, but again, she forced past the old shames. She hesitated when the thought to strip came to her, she had never done that in view of anyone when she used her quirk. Even at her worst in those dark places, she always covered herself to hide the shame.
But it was only her and her Zuzu so she was safe to do this. With shaking hands she removed her clothes and reached out to grasp Izuku's right index finger and hold it. She felt so wrong to be doing this, to expose the cause of all her woe in life and the thing people always hated her for. Yet at the same time it was cathartic with how she didn't have to hide that part of herself either. In fact the more she thought about it, with only the two of them here and how ungodly eager he was, Himiko began to find this rather arousing.
Zuzu could keep this a secret just between the two of them with only Cheeky being the only other person who knew. She could be a nasty little monster and he'd love her for it, all her pent up emotion and passion just for the only one who accepted her completely. Calming herself, Himiko took his index finger and pressed it hard into one of her fangs, drawing a bead of crimson as she pulled it out.
She swallowed the drop and took one last look at her baby before she let the warm feeling in her belly spread throughout her body. In an instant the gray protein seeped out from her pores and covered her entirely, swishing around like a liquid before withdrawing into her body, leaving only a top layer which had taken on the adopted DNA while she felt the tug on her vocal cords deep in her throat that allowed her voice to change. All the while she could see perfectly through the mass of goo and as she thought, Izuku was totally blown away when he came face to face with an exact copy of himself.
Himiko allowed him a few minutes to acclimate to what happened, expecting him to do everything from scream, to cry, to laugh nervously or even leave the apartment. Instead he did the one thing she had not expected and gave one of the biggest smiles she had ever seen on a person.
"Holy shit, that's incredible! Did you manage to do that with just one drop of blood? Why did all that goop come out from your belly first, is that where your quirk factor is? How long can you stay like this? Is it dependent on how much blood you drink or is it just there until you turn it off? How can you turn it off? Are you as strong as me now or does it not copy muscle mass? How did you copy my clothes? What about-"
He was touching her while speaking and his tone was reaching a fever pitch as the questions just sped up and up while Himiko was now the one winded and bewildered by her lover's actions. Gently grabbing him by the wrist she uttered out a few words to get him to stop as she tried to put on her most friendly face.
"Zuzu, that's enough with the questions for right now. I can't answer all that one after the other so can you just relax?"
The quirkless man's amazement only grew when she spoke, grabbing her by the face like she was the most interesting thing on the planet.
"You can even copy the person's voice. Himiko, that's...beyond astounding, why don't you use this more?"
The shapeshifter pursed her lips and removed his hands from her face while feeling a strange sense of comfort at being in his presence as her most vulnerable and disgusting self. They had already come so far in the span of an hour...go for broke otherwise you may not get this chance again.
There was more hesitation in her than ever before, but her faith in him won out with her hope for something worth living for.
"Because...Zuzu do you remember when I told you how a quirk like mine can have severe mental issues attached to it? About how a quirk like mine can really fuck you over and how I'm a level eight on the Lindsey scale?"
He nodded with that energetic, excited and eager to learn aura still radiating strong as he stared at her like she was made of gold.
"Yeah, what of it?"
There came the biggest pause of her life as her lungs flattened and all of her sins, all the corpses and blood flashed before her eyes, cursing her beyond the grave for what she had done to them. Then she saw her baby stare at her with those adoring eyes and that smile he had reserved only for her and her alone. Take the plunge or never know. She shut her eyes.
"All my life I've been drawn to blood. The first time I had it was at the age of four when I saw a dead bird laying on my parents' patio and I just had this urge to drink the fluid. Except my parents were horrified by my quirk when it was revealed, so they took me to a therapy center that specialized in repressing the emergence of undesirable quirks. So for the first half of my life I had no idea how to handle that craving in the back of my gut that just told me to bite into animals and people, I repressed it so much that it became way worse and eventually it became very wild and started to develop a psychosis where it'd just take over me. Which ended in me stabbing one of my classmates in the arm so I could drink his blood and then going on the run."
She shook her head in dismay at the memories.
"From there I just started hunting people to feed. Men, women, teenagers, it didn't matter. I was just following my instincts and enjoying what I did and I ended up taking twenty people who hadn't done anything wrong other than attract my eye. I'm not gonna lie and say I didn't know what I was doing was bad, but when that thirst just struck me...it was all that mattered and if I went for more than a month without feeding then I'd start going nuts and stop thinking like a person."
There was an undeniable shame in her heart as she admitted to one half of her darkest secret. The other half she was just unwilling to explain what she did to those poor people since even Zuzu was bound to have his limits, especially with what she suggested they start trying. The last thing she wanted was for him to think he was anywhere near the level of those scum who played with her heart. But to her utter relief, he merely came forward and hugged her.
It was warm and full of sympathy and love as he held onto the fake skin like she might disappear, something she had no idea she needed so badly at her most shameful.
"That's fine Himiko. You needed help and nobody was there for you until Ochako found you, but I'm here for you. Whatever you need, I'll be there. You understand me?"
A smile crawled across her face. They were so close now, all that was left was the other half of her secret, her involvement with the PLA and easing him into her tastes more. All though at the moment she almost didn't care. He accepted her even after learning most of her darkest secret and was even reassuring her. If there was ever a go to sign to spread her legs and finally give herself to someone who truly loved her, it was now. But right as she thought that, there came a chill to her skin as the covering encasing her body began to slowly detach from her pores.
Without a word she rushed into the bathroom and threw herself into the tub as she couldn't keep the form together any longer and the protein compound made of her cells and some mystery substance even the old doc couldn't figure out, slid off her body and onto the ceramic.
As always she hated the sensation when the goop left her skin, but it wasn't that big of a deal, just drink a few blood packs and you'll be right as rain. Except she hadn't expected Izuku to follow after her like some guard dog. Then he proceeded to squat down at the edge of the tub, put his hand inside and grab a light handful of the slime and taste it.
Of all the creepy, nasty, rude things she had seen him do, this had to take the cake so far as she just watched him actually hum in surprise and grab another handful.
"Dude!"
He turned his head towards her, looking mildly perplexed.
"Yes?"
She still carried her shock at what he was doing.
"Don't eat that!"
He raised an eyebrow as he began to chew on the bit already in his mouth before swallowing.
"Why? If it comes from your body like it has, then it essentially is nothing but the equivalent of stem cells given how you can change your appearance so much. Besides, it doesn't taste half bad, like a...sweaty protein shake."
She then proceeded to throw a lufa at the man she loves above all else.
"Well don't fucking eat it like some fucking weirdo! It's fucking nasty!"
He smirked and took a step in the tub only to agitate her more with open arms.
"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black since you talked about wanting to cut me for a thrill. We're both freaks here darling, best get used to it."
He wrapped a hand around her slightly moist hair and kissed her deeply before Himiko half heartedly pushed him away.
"Just...go get dinner started. I'll be there in a few minutes after I drink a couple blood packs."
Izuku smiled and gave another kiss as he looked at her with nothing but love and worship that made her heart skip a beat.
"That's my girl."
Izuku stepped out of the tub and made his way to the kitchen, leaving Himiko alone in the restroom as she began to shed a few tears and profoundly thank Jin and all the others for having her stop and talk to him on that bridge because that was the best choice she ever made