Himiko screamed as she felt her windpipe constrict and her legs flare out from the sofa as more weight was shifted to her side. He was mounting her now and she gave a few slaps to his bare chest which were plainly ignored. The skin on her cheeks puckered and wept as he sucked and grabbed, his free hand doing everything to tickle her soft spots.
The woman thrashed and screamed some more at the rough attention of her lover, laughing all the while as he continued to play with her in some parody of innocence. It wasn't a lustful thing that he was trying to do, there was no passion behind his acts or desire that marked some of their night together. In fact it was ruled by a playfulness as the quirkless man grabbed and kissed and tickled and loved while his darling pushed and squirmed and slapped and kicked in response.
She was grinning like a contented youth at feigning her disapproval and giving token resistance as they rolled and wrestled with not a care in the world. Soon she had moved her body weight to the edge of the couch and fell to the floor with a hard *thump* while giggling and covering her blushing face when Izuku descended and was half heartedly working past her slaps. He laughed and tugged at her thighs and shoulders, stealing a kiss here and there on any mark of skin he could steal.
Again his fingers snaked to her soft spots and wiggled around the sweat slick patches of her neck, causing the blonde to erupt into more laughter as she convulsed as if in the height of a seizure. Izuku would never admit to it unless he was in a rather loving mood, but hearing her laugh was something he absolutely cherished. It was one of the closest things to angelic he had heard on this earth and to be able to force such a heavenly sound from the woman who meant everything to him made him fiend after it like an addict.
To see the look of such joy and know he was the one to give it, that he alone was the person who made her happy caused such pride in him that he could hardly put words to it. Again he placed his lips here and there, blowing raspberries on the more flabby bit of her body, tugging and pushing against her struggles to get free as gently as he could. It was all so precious to him and he felt his love for her grow even more as she grabbed and slapped him.
Himiko had tried to get up on her knees, only for Izuku to grip her by the crease of her legs and the rim of her breasts as he brought her back to the couch in an ironclad hold that she laughed and kicked wildly in. She was pushed to the cushions and he set his body on her, causing her to twist and slap at his face with a smile. A hand was placed through her hair and her head was slammed sideways on the headrest as Izuku began to tickle her exposed neck like a bandit while he kissed the other, retreating side.
Breathing became difficult as her lungs were squeezed by laughter and her face was becoming a cherry red, so left with no other options that weren't inappropriately violent, she slapped her palm on the sofa and shouted "Pineapple! Pineapple!" as her last bits of willpower vanished. Izuku pulled away and let her catch her breath, but he still ran a hand over her right arm to simply keep contact as she was recovering.
Her golden eyes stared up at him mirthfully as she was huffing and puffing her way back to stability, which proved to be pointless since the moment she was able to sit up Izuku accosted her with an air stopping hug that squeezed her down to the ribs. A groan of mild pain left her mouth, but she smiled all the same when he planted more kisses on her. They coiled and wiggled like worms that burrow deeper into the leather until a mutual position arrived and Izuku let off some of the pressure around her torso.
It still stuck them together like glue, but neither had much to complain about. Soon they laid there in silence, listening only to their breathing and the rhythm of their heartbeat on the sofa and Himiko couldn't help feeling like the happiest girl in the world at that moment. She even felt her heart skip a beat when she saw her baby drifting off to sleep as he lay next to her.
Yet for some reason that got her more than a little upset. Sure it was petty and childish, but he'd only been here for three hours and there was more she wanted to do with him. Besides she wanted to...Ah fuck it.
Turning around to face him, Himiko pulled herself up and kissed him with all the passion she had. He blinked at the sudden interaction, but having a pair of hands dig into the pressure points on the underside of his jaw woke him up without a doubt. The villainess stared at him with that playful, domineering gaze that made him clam up, but he still put his hands on her hips when she pulled away.
Fangs the size of digits greeted him as she gave a mischievous, powerful smile and slowly made the both of them sit up. There was a fearful, yet adoring light to his eyes while they stared at each other that made her ooze with delight. Pressing her thumbs into the slots on the underside of the very end of his jaw, Himiko allowed a sense of joy to pump through her as pain registered on his face before she dragged her hands downward to his hips.
She wasn't in a particularly frisky mood, but it was always good to play with her Zuzu a bit. Gently she pushed him off the sofa, making him stand with an adorable wanting sadness just flooding his eyes that drove her more then a little wild at how sweet and cute he looked. But still he owned her a little and she wanted something, so she reclined into the seat and made herself comfortable.
"Strip for me."
It was a statement which took him more than a little off guard, so much so that Izuku stood dumbfounded for a second. Then came a nice heat to his eyes that made Himiko practically sparkle at seeing it. He took a step towards her with a hardly suppressed urge that filled the air between them as he nearly reached out a hand to grab her.
"Can you do the same for me, please?"
She grinned and slipped her bra off from under her shirt as a certain smugness filled her brain at the power she held over such a wonderful man.
"Of course, but it's rude to keep a lady waiting."
Not needing another word, Izuku removed his shirt and pants as quickly as possible with nothing but the need to expose himself to her running wild in his veins. Himiko gave a satisfied grin at what she saw, finding it more alluring each time at how badly he wanted her. Even if there wasn't a large flag standing up between his legs a few feet away to signal that, she swore she could literally smell the want on him.
Not to disappoint she did likewise and effortlessly dropped her sweatpants and oversized tee shirt to reveal herself to him. With it came an overwhelming whisper of freedom and security at showing herself to him, that even at the most vulnerable this man would keep her safe and she could trust him enough to give her body.
He went towards her with a wild, frenzied heart and it amused her to no end to see him so fueled by desire. A smile crossed her face as she stepped to him, letting Izuku embrace her and run his hands over her skin. Normally she would have teased him a bit by making him work for it before giving in or playing a little game beforehand, but she wasn't in the mood to put so much effort into it.
Himiko winced slightly as he dug his fingers into her rear, but she let him have his way for now as she grabbed his chin and kissed him deeply, allowing him to get swept up in the passion he had for her. Slowly she made her way to the bathroom with Izuku in tow and turned a light on as they entered. Stepping from the most important person in her life, she gestured to the shower with a finger.
"Get in, I'll take care of you."
To her surprise Izuku paused and raised an eyebrow. Hesitation battled with his desire and some sense came back to him as he put a hand over the place where she first cut him.
"We're not going to be doing anything rough, are we?"
Himiko rolled her eyes at him and entered the tub with an expectant glare that had a soft authority to it.
"No Zuzu, I'm not really in the mood at all, but I know you're always ready to go like a goddamn ape so I'm getting this out of the way so you don't try to hump me half way through the night. Now come here."
He studied her expression and reluctantly entered alongside her, waiting for her to make the first move with more than a small amount of apprehension that showed. Not one for subtlety or waiting around over silly things, Himiko wrapped her fingers around his shaft like it owed her money and brought his lips to her as they began to kiss again.
Izuku took the message and shifted his hands all over the supple skin of her body, resting them firmly on her rear and digging them in as Himiko moved her mouth to the nape of his neck and began to suck on the spot above his jugular. A finger entered her slit as Izuku sought to give the same pleasure he was receiving, but it was right at that moment when he knew he was done.
Euphoria rushed to his head as he let out a moan, feeling the weight of all his troubles drift away for half a heartbeat before he was left panting. Without a word he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a kiss that matched the intensity of his heart rate, forcing her against the tile wall with the sole purpose of loving her. Himiko put up no fight to his affection, letting him have his way since it was particularly adorable as he kept giving her that worshiping gaze that struck a chord in her soul.
Eventually after a minute of his attention she pushed him away with a laugh as he struggled to hug her again like some overly needy baby. There was that sweet puppy dog look in his eyes that she loved to see, but without waiting on her love and compassion for this angel of a man, she turned on the showerhead after taking the curtain wall forward. A blast of ice cold water rushed over head, narrowly missing her and landing right where Izuku was standing, which resulted in the funniest thing she had seen since that time Jin had somehow gotten a pie smashed into his face during that one fight at the circus.
Curses aplenty erupted out from her lover and he began to frantically move out of the way before jumping out of the bathtub with water dripping off every inch of his body. He twisted and turned as he shivered, all the while saying "Fuck, that's cold" over and over as Himiko laughed her ass off before cutting the water. She opened the curtains and smiled evilly at Izuku who glared daggers right back with a towel in hand that banished most of the chill.
"That was a dick move."
Himiko had another giggle at his expense and stepped from the tub, latching herself to his torso with a cocky grin. She knew he wouldn't stay mad and was proven right as he rolled his eyes and left the room with her in tow. They landed on the sofa minutes later and to Himiko's eternal delight Izuku still had a grumpy face about him that made her want to squeal. With speed she rose from the couch, electing a mild look of displeasure from Izuku, and retreated to her room where she grabbed her comforter.
Izuku glared a "Get over here" type of ire that made Himiko glad as she emerged from her room and threw the comforter towards the sofa. Taking a double skip to the kitchen she opened her cabinets, bringing out a few bags of candy and turned to rummage around the fridge in order to grab a fresh case of whatever energy drink she had in stock. Setting the treats on the coffee table in front of the couch, the blonde burrowed under the blanket and popped up directly beside him.
Izuku let out a grunt as she squeezed herself to him, constricting his ribs with the force of a joyful snake. Despite the slight pain, he reached out an arm and hooked it around her belly, holding her just as tightly under the pleasant warmth of the blanket. Again he smiled and planted a few pecks on her lips while they shifted to find the best position when Himiko returned his adoration, snuggling up to his side as best she was able.
The touch of his scars on her bare flesh was coarse and grainy that was matched by the smooth texture of the undamaged skin. It wasn't quite arousing at the moment, though she did find it and the way he was looking at her to be ungodly attractive. The more correct term to put it was comforting as she felt his muscles tighten around her petite frame and the sensation of his weight and breath banished whatever could have bothered her in solitude.
It created a surge of safety and relaxation that was old and deep in her brain, one which grew the more they clung to each other. A grin covered her lips as he stroked her side tenderly with a lifetime's worth of affection that not so long ago she would have killed to get(thinking back on it she had killed to obtain such things before). She never wanted it to end as Izuku held her in the warmth of embrace. Here was where she was happiest, in the privacy of their home, away from anyone or anything that could bother them.
A tingle climbed up her spine as he lifted her and set her down on his lap, reclining on the armrest while she lingered on top of him. More and more sensations of touch came when Izuku continued to pepper her neck and grope at her belly and breasts in soothing, gentle motions while he doubtlessly was attempting to lose himself in the emotions of the moment which Himiko couldn't agree more with.
She saw that he was starting to drift off again, so with a little gusto the woman flipped herself over on his torso, bringing them both eye to eye as he kept touching her with all the reverence of a master musician practicing with their instrument. She nuzzled on his neck, kissing and suckling just because she could and broke the pleasant silence.
"So Zuzu, what'd ya feel like doing? We have the whole night ahead of us and Cheeky has her own stuff to do, meaning it's just us tonight. I was thinking maybe we can watch a few movies to pass the time."
Izuku regarded her with a shrug as he dug his cheeks against her much like how a dog would, holding her close all the while and shifting around so they faced the television. A few strokes of her arms later he spoke up.
"What do you wanna watch?"
Himiko gave a smile and grabbed the remote for her streaming box, pulling up thousands of films that could last a literal lifetime. Tapping a button she brought up her favorites which were obscure B-films that had Ed Wood's name aplenty, the classic Hammer monster films along with the original universal versions from way back, a couple modern horror films that were close to grindhouse levels of gore but with more style and a boatload of forgettable romcoms she had been into since her teens. Briefly she paused and looked back at her lover with a curious gaze, maybe she could learn something about him for once.
"What do you wanna watch?"
Izuku thought on it for a minute as he squeezed his lover and remembered an old movie he had seen once as a child that stuck with him for some reason.
"Could you pull up The Shadow? It's an old hero movie from the 1990s."
Himiko raised an eyebrow at his choice since it was one film she had never heard of, but judging by the title it was likely more of a guy thing anyway. Soon she pulled it up which had the cover art of a guy with a beak like nose peeking over a red scarf and holding two 1911 handguns. The start was basic enough with that kind of premise of "get the bad guy" which meant she could tell right away how the plot would go. Needless to say it bored her and it was easy to see why Izuku enjoyed it since the whole energy of the movie was a juvenile escapist fantasy that anyone with a dick could find interesting. But thankfully Izuku wasn't completely focused on the tv and rather fiddle with her hair, which gave her room to talk.
"You know when I was a kid I loved movies. They were always so interesting and had so many pretty people that I used to pretend to be in the films. I would even snag my mom's old dresses that she threw away and pretend I had the leading role in Casablanca or whatever. Hell, I wanted to be an actress before I went nuts since they got paid and loved for pretending to be other people, but life didn't turn out that way."
Izuku shrugged again and dug his fingers into the skin of her arms, reaffirming her as best he could with his touch.
"That's how life is sometimes, but like you said, it could be worse. I'm here with you at least and you're a published author so you got to live your dream in a way, just like me and my hero one."
Himiko mused on it and reclined into his arms, simply glad to be held and anchored to something good.
"Yeah, but do you ever have times where...you think it's more trouble than it's worth, the life you're living with me?"
She winced in pain as his fingers gripped her arms and forced her to look up at the complex anger buying in his eyes that honestly scared her when she saw so much fury in such a gentle man. It was cold and resolute like a sword descending on a neck that gave no room for argument.
"Don't you ever ask something like that again. My place is here with you wherever you go and nothing will ever change that. Himiko I love you, more than base words can surmise and I'd sooner die then have anyone or anything take you away from me. We have a future together, we have joy in each other and you let me love you completely and I'd be willing to die for that. Don't ever forget that because you're worth any hardship to me. Understand?"
Instantly Himiko avoided his gaze out of shame for letting her stupid insecurities rule her, but they still ushered out another question as she pulled herself to him like someone was going to steal him.
"But you mean to tell me that with all the other options you have with Cheeky and Ashido and any other woman on the street who isn't as fucked up as me, you would never in your entire life rather end up with another person? That you don't regret being with me?"
He gave a scoff as he pushed her back across the cushions to make her look him in the face. Again that adoration flamed strongly, enough that Himiko felt completely dominated by it as she laid there helpless without resorting to violence as stared at her with such loving passion.
"So long as you remain loyal then I'll never regret being with you, even with all the shady shit you did in the past I still love you because you make my life worth living. You have no idea how much you mean to me, Himiko, you really don't."
She gazed up at him, wrapping her arms around his torso and content as that surge of abandonment fears left her under the intense, loving gave of her lover. Yet she asked again just to be sure.
"So you mean to tell me there's never been a woman you loved more than me?"
Izuku opened his jaw to preach that very thing, but to Himiko's dreadful surprise the flames of passion lessened and died out as he became lost in thought. She clung to him for ten whole minutes as he just hovered over her, staring at a square of fabric as whatever was in his head danced. But eventually his eyes moved to acknowledge her and he gave an earnest smile.
"Maybe, but that was a long time ago before the Calamity happened. I have you and Ochako now and that's all I need. Now can you stop being so worried? You're the one I want and nothing will change that."
There came a rapid, uneven beat in her chest. It was suddenly hard to breathe and it felt like someone put a spike through her abdomen as she found herself struggling to bring in air. Was she having a heart attack!? She clawed at the center of her chest and stood up from the sofa as the room began to spin slightly. Everything felt distant and cold, making her feel infinitely worse as she fought to keep calm. There wasn't a time she felt so horrible, even when Jin and the others died there was that surge of primal anger that let her feel somewhat in control, but now it was like she had been placed into the whims of the empty world again.
She wanted to throw up, scream and cry all at the same time but the only thing could do was shake as the anxiety and endless streams of horrible visions and the possibility of being stuck in this shitty place by herself again attacked her. It was a whisper from hell and it latched deep into every strand of guilt and worthlessness she had, every sin she ever committed, telling her she deserved to be alone and that no one would ever love her again.
Then there came a touch to her torso that coiled just below her breasts and brought a wave of great, holy warmth to her wretched soul. She felt a lips press into her cheek and fingers wiping away tears she hadn't known she shed in her terror, all the while his heavenly voice, so strong, so loving, so indescribably wonderful caressed into her ear with the force of kiss, saying "it's alright, I'm right here and nothing will ever change that. I love you Himiko, never forget that."
She leaned into his body, feeling his compact muscles and touch skin greet her like the best security blanket anyone could have and ceased to cry as she hooked around his body like a chain. She felt him pick her up and heard the hinges to her bedroom squeal before meeting the softness of her mattress, but not once did she think of letting go or looking up. There was a hand caressing her back and that amazing voice of the man she couldn't live without anymore talking to her so sweetly that it made her cry a little as he talked.
"I think I should get the comforter, do you want me to do that?"
She shook her head and put even more pressure on her arms to keep him there with her. The words were small and mousey, something she rarely had, but with him she knew it was okay to be that vulnerable.
"No….can you just stay here with me?"
He returned the hold and guided his hands to rest right on her chest with that reaffirming love glowing in those jewel-like eyes.
"Of course I can, do you want me to do what I did last time?"
Himiko nodded and was greeted by the comforting sensation of a warm suckling on her breasts. It brought a certain calmness to the world as she laid her hands through his hair, knowing he wouldn't leave. She never wanted him to be away from her, not now, not a week from now or ever again. He was her big baby and the only one she considered family now that the League was gone. Eventually she felt the worries of the world vanish as sleep overtook her, but still she held onto him with a death grip as she realized she'd return to her old trade if anyone dared to take him from her, she could easily get away with it just like those other ten bodies they never found. She'd just need to be smart about it like those times where she wanted to erase all evidence.
After all, he was worth it to her and so long as nobody found out then Cheeky would be fine and they could keep living their happy, normal lives because she had finally found love and knew living in a world without it, without his love, was not worth living in.