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When Shigaraki comes up behind Izuku, she's scared. Of course she's scared, any sane person would be. The problem is that she's not as scared as she should be.

Izuku feels four fingers wrap around her neck and she knows. She knows that that last middle finger coming down could kill her at any moment. She knows and that’s terrifying. But Izuku has to admit that she’s not as scared as she should be. Or neurons in her brain are misfiring or something because she’s not scared right.

Because that hand around her neck makes Izuku feel hot. She can feel herself reacting and has to make an effort not to close her legs to hide it because that would arouse suspicion. Izuku is already aroused enough in the other way.

She listens to the older girl—and isn’t that just what Shigaraki is, an older girl who doesn’t quite seem grown yet, Izuku wants to know why—monologue, but she can’t focus because that hand—that oddly soft hand that has no right to feel that good—is getting tighter.

Izuku can’t breathe that well, but she doesn’t mind in the way that she did when she was being drowned in the toilets or put in a chokehold back in middle school. It feels wrong, but it feels right too. It’s sending shivers down her spine and she hopes to god that Shigaraki thinks she’s shivering in terror. Which Izuku is, but it’s not the morally correct kind of terror.

And oh, Shigaraki is talking to her, she needs to focus, but she can't. She can feel Shigaraki's fingers—that shouldn't be as soft as they are, should at least have some calluses—make indents into her neck. The pressure feels so good.

Izuku can feel Shigaraki's breathing on her neck as the villain whispers threats into her ear. Her breath feels so hot, but Izuku needs to focus. She grounds herself by counting the villain's breaths: a steady pattern of one and two filled with heat to match the venom in Shigaraki's voice.

When Izuku finally can process the hand and hot breath on her neck and the words being spoken, she hears, "The moment all five of my fingers touch your neck, you'll start crumbling, from the skin of your throat down. And, within the minute, you'll be nothing but dust." It brings the very real threat of death back to Izuku's mind, and she can focus on Shigaraki's rant because she's used to danger and threats and her survival instincts ground her even further from the heated headspace that had been occupying her mind.

"I-if you do, then a hero..a hero f-from the crowd will come capture you!" In hindsight, maybe not the best way to deescalate her own hostage situation, but at least Izuku can say that she tried when asked! At least she said something, riddled with stuttering as it was. She cringes, she thought she had dropped her stutter before entering UA.

"Of course, but have a look! Even though any one of them could brandish their quirks like a weapon at any moment, why do they gather? Why do they laugh? The laws, the rules, they're all based upon people's individual morals. So at heart they think 'Oh, there's no way anybody would do such a thing.'" Shigaraki rants..about basic human decency? Izuku can't take the time to puzzle over why Shigaraki doesn't take human decency as a standard in her life (trauma, her mind supplies anyway), she has to deescalate.

"Y'know, I could kill 20...no, maybe 30 people before getting captured." Shigaraki's grinning, Izuku knows it. But, shit. Izuku cannot let that happen.

"What...do you want to talk about?"

"Hahahaha, that's the spirit. You're being a good sport. Let's take a seat and then we can talk comfortably, relaxed." Shigaraki gloats and Izuku can tell that the enthusiasm is fake fake fake.

It doesn’t make her teasing, taunting tone any less stimulating.

As they walk, Izuku tries to lead them somewhere less crowded, when Shigaraki's hand twists around her neck as she leads Izuku to a bench. But there are still so many people around and Izuku thinks about how much safer the public would be if they had this conversation in private.

She doesn't think about her ulterior motives for getting Shigaraki in a private space, nor how much easier it would be to hide the dull throbbing of heat if there were only one person to hide it from.

"W-wouldn't it be more comfortable somewhere private?" Izuku dares to ask.

Shigaraki stops and Izuku has to stop abruptly with the villain to make sure her neck isn't disintegrated. The pause is terrifying. What if she starts killing civilians? Izuku knows that she'd be captured and wouldn't want to risk it, but what if Shigaraki has Kurogiri at the ready and can afford to kill a few civilians before making a safe exit?

The more distracted part of her asks if Shigaraki is stopping because she has noticed.

"What a good idea!" Shigaraki replies with a haughty smile that Izuku can hear in her voice.

Shigaraki leads them off to the side of the plaza and into one of the alleyways between shops. The alley is tall and thin—only about four feet wide with fire escapes everywhere that make it even smaller—but long: stretching so far that Izuku questions if there’s an end to it. It’s riddled with trash and Izuku can hear Shigaraki’s steps matching hers, stepping in the same places, only a pace behind.

It’s thrilling to have her so close.

They keep walking for about a minute until the bustling of the plaza is only a whisper. Every step of silence makes it harder for Izuku to not think about the hand around her neck and how Shigaraki's tapping her middle finger as if just having her hand around Izuku's neck isn't enough to ensure her obedience. Izuku is torn between wanting to do as Shigaraki says and trying to stop the villain now that the public is safe. The thoughts are quickly halted at the realization that she isn't sure she could contain Shigaraki let alone beat her.

Shigaraki sits down on a bench that has no reason to be in an alley this tight, but is there anyway. Izuku thinks that Shigaraki must be having one of those days where everything falls into place like some higher power deemed her worthy of the best luck for the occasion. 

She pulls on Izuku's neck and Izuku barely misses falling into the older girl's lap. But only barely. Izuku's thigh is halfway on Shigaraki's, and she's leaning into the crook of the villain's arm like the position a couple would end up in when one wraps their arm around the other's shoulder. 

Izuku's glad that she hadn't landed any further over otherwise the villain's thigh would have been directly on her—

Izuku stops her train of thought before it goes any further.

Shigaraki pauses, Izuku notes. She feels that the older girl's thighs are firm beneath her where Izuku lands, firmer then they would be from just muscle. The villain is tense, she realizes. She wants to know why.

The contact feels good pushing on her cheek. Neither of them move and Izuku remembers that she has no idea what's going through Shigaraki's mind, and that's hot dangerous. Very dangerous. Izuku needs to do something before she gets killed for sitting on a villain.

But the position feels so good why would she even want to get up?

Izuku only lets herself stay on Shigaraki for a second, short enough, she deems, that her frozen stature could easily be mistaken for fear or shock at the older girl's abrupt yank on her and the following direct contact with a villain. But for that second—that measly second that gave Izuku nowhere near enough satisfaction yet simultaneously gave her more than she’d ever got from another person in her life—Izuku tries to memorize every sensation. She maps where Shigaraki's thigh presses into her cheek, the way she feels warmth seeping into her with Shigaraki's arm around her, the way that the weight of Shigaraki's elbow on her shoulder feels just right. 

She desperately wants to lean into the contact and cozy up to the older girl. She wants to press their sides even closer together, grow even warmer with the villain, but she pulls herself off Shigaraki's lap. She hopes that the moment she slipped up and took advantage of the contact hadn't alerted Shigaraki.

Although she moves off Shigaraki's lap, Izuku doesn't pull away from the arm around her. Izuku doesn't want to anger the villain by seeming like she was trying to escape.

Izuku doesn't want to leave the feeling of warmth that radiates through Shigaraki's side.

She hopes that Shigaraki's pause was her making note of their position rather than her suppressing the urge to decay Izuku where she sat on her lap. She still has a healthy amount of survival instincts despite what most of her actions indicate.

Izuku doesn't foster any hope that Shigaraki paused for the same reason that Izuku did, but the mere concept sparks heat in her abdomen.

Shigaraki's finger is no longer tapping at Izuku's neck, and the villain stopped talking altogether. Izuku listens for a moment, and feels relieved when she hears slow breaths to her left. Their thighs are only touching now, but Izuku doesn't dare move an inch for fear of the villain finding out just how hot this is making her feel.

It's too quiet. Izuku is waiting, but the silence is suffocating, more so than the hand tensed tight around her neck.

It seems that Shigaraki has regained her train of thought because she finally starts talking again, "To tell the truth, I hate mostly everything, but the number one thing that's pissing me off right now is the hero killer."

That's a sentiment that Izuku can get behind, but it doesn't fit with her current information. "But isn't he with you guys...?" She mutters aloud.

"I never agreed to him joining, but he's one of us according to society. And that's the problem. Near everybody seems to be gaga over the hero killer. The Yuuei invasion and the Nomus released in Hosu...All of it's been swallowed up by that bastard's fame. Why is nobody looking at me?"

I'm looking at you, Izuku's traitorous mind whispers. She scolds herself for the cheesy line. 

The scolding doesn't stop her from wondering if the villain would think her attention enough.

"No matter how much he puffed himself up in the end, he was just destroying what he didn't like, same as me. Between the two of us, what do you think is the difference? Midoriya."

Izuku sees a lot of differences between them. Shigaraki's a hot girl, Stain is not. Shigaraki said her name in a way that sent shivers down her spine and made her panties grow wetter than they already were, Stain did not. Shigaraki has a nose. Shigaraki had decay, Stain had bloodcurdle.

Yet, when it comes down to Shigaraki's real question of why Stain is more talked over, it's simple. The problem lies in their respective motives. Shigaraki's are too simple, too selfish: just destroy what you don't like. Stain has sophisticated motives and, more importantly, ideals. He claimed his kills in the name of society as a whole. And he made it known. He wasn’t a private person who attacked randomly, he had a schedule. It's like the difference between an adult and a child. But Izuku can't say that, so she analyzes why Stain is more popular.

"I...I neither understand you nor accept you." Izuku pauses, waiting to be disintegrated. When she's not, she takes that as a queue to continue, "Whereas for the hero killer, I don't accept him either, but...I do understand him. For both me and the hero killer, we started out by watching All Might. And back then, I was saved by him, the hero killer. At the very least, he didn't destroy because he wanted to. And he didn't give up so fickly. His methods were wrong, but he tried to live according to an ideal." Stain's not right about killing, but he has a point: society is corrupt, power is corrupt, and—though Izuku is loath to admit—the concept of heroes as a whole is corrupt. She won't voice these thoughts out loud, even if she is muttering.

Izuku feels lucky that Shigaraki doesn’t know that she lies awake at night thinking about the problems of the heroic system, because it seems like Izuku is thinking about it out loud for the first time. She just hopes Shigaraki doesn’t connect the timing of her fingers squeezing to the timing of her lapses in speaking. She can pause before she speaks to try to articulate properly (to stop the feeling between her legs) and not start a detailed essay because she hasn’t thought about it much (she’s so distracted because the feelings running through her are so hot).

It's quiet again. Izuku blinks slowly, realizing that she just called out Shigaraki, who was poised to kill her at any time, who had four fingers tight around her neck. 

Uh oh.

She turns her head to look at Shigaraki, and realizes that the villain's face is mere inches away from her own. Shigaraki has her head down and Izuku knows that she fucked up. It's like the very air has increased pressure around them, an aura of danger settling in. Izuku always ends up being too bold when she rambles.  She needs to fix this, fast, before anyone dies.

"A-at least that's what I think, I'm only in my first year, so my thoughts might not be the best, but-"

Izuku is interrupted by Shigaraki squeezing her windpipe. She can still breathe but it's harder to.

Tighter, whispers her traitorous brain.

"Ahh...my head feels clearer now like a bunch of dots finally formed a line. I feel like I get it now...Why the Hero Killer pisses me off and why you're so annoying!" Shigaraki’s voice gets sort of breathy—filled with venom, but something else too (Izuku must be letting the arousal get to her)—pausing to emphasize ‘you’re’ and it sends shivers rolling down Izuku’s spine.

"It's all about All Might." Shigaraki’s voice seems to aggressively go an octave lower, spitting All Might’s name with venom. Her hand squeezes for a moment, then relaxes. Why did All Might's name invoke such anger in Shigaraki?

"Of course, of course it'd all lead back to him in the end.  Ahhh, what was I so bothered over...!? The reason all these people are spending their days laughing with shit-eating grins is because All Might is too!"

She's right, Izuku thinks, All Might is a symbol of peace and that has lulled the world into a false state of security because…

Ah shit. Now she really can't breathe.

And fuck does it feel good.

"It's because of him, they're always grinning like there was never anybody he couldn't save!!"

Izuku tries to focus, but she can't. 

She can’t breathe.

She loves it.

Shigaraki’s hand feels so good around her neck, the fingernails digging in just enough to bruise and make her ache for more.

Izuku is torn between stopping her breathing entirely or still trying for air.  On one hand if she tries to breathe, her breath will start coming out in ragged gasps that Izuku isn't sure that she'll be able to keep from becoming ragged moans.  On the other hand if she stops breathing, Shigaraki will notice and Izuku's going to get so wet.

She can feel it already. Izuku had been aroused enough already, but now her pussy is pulsing. She can feel herself leaking onto her panties, her arousal itching at her to rub it. She won't. 

Izuku's figures that she's already wet enough that any more won't make a difference, her panties are ruined.

She stops her breathing altogether. Hopefully if she passes out, Shigaraki will just think it was because of a lack of air caused by the choking. Which would technically be true, but she would have been able to hold out longer if she actually tried to breathe.

Shigaraki is still talking, but Izuku doesn't dream of being able to focus. She has to think of things to dull her arousal. 

Murder! Shigaraki is a murderer! Well, not confirmed because Izuku hasn't seen the older girl actually kill anyone, but still! On principle she will not moan about being choked by a murderer.

Izuku's still looking at Shigaraki, but her eyes are getting blurry with unshed tears. She can't confirm when Shigaraki actually looks up, but she can dully make out two red eyes staring into her own. There's something in those eyes, but Izuku hasn't the faintest idea what. She can barely see them beyond how wide they seemed to get when Shigaraki made eye contact.

The hand around her neck loosens again, but Izuku doesn't breathe because the hand is still there. She knows that if she breathes while Shigaraki's hand is still around her neck, it will come out a gasping moan. Izuku refuses to let that happen.

Shigaraki's watching her curiously now, silent. The villain experimentally tightens her grip around Izuku's neck, but Izuku doesn't make a sound. That only seems to engross Shigaraki more because she tightens her grip even further to the point that any more pressure would completely crush Izuku's windpipe.

All thoughts of All Might, Stain, and popularity are lost to the pair now.

"You'll die if you keep this up." There's a glint in Shigaraki's eye, one Izuku doesn't know what to make of. She can't answer the villain because if she does, she'll have to breathe. Shigaraki's hand is still around her neck, so she won’t breathe.

Izuku's crying now, tears rolling down from her eyes. Her face is bright red, one part from the lack of oxygen and the other part from the searing heat pulsing through her body. There are black spots in her vision that can only mean that she is going to pass out soon.

Shigaraki isn't saying anything, isn't doing anything. She's just watching. She's waiting for Izuku to breathe, her grip going slack to the point that her hand is only resting around Izuku's throat.

Izuku's biological instincts finally win over and she gasps out a loud, choppy moan, desperate for more for air. 

She barely registers that it echoes through the empty alleyway, as much as she tries to suppress it.

She doubles over, kneeling on the pavement of the alleyway, chest going to her knees as she coughs and gasps out for air. Shigaraki's hand goes with her, not even protesting when she has to move closer, halfway off the bench. Shigaraki's thumb is stroking the side of her neck, in soothing patterns of circles and back-and-forths that feel strangely familiar, as she gasps. Izuku's eternally grateful that gasps and moans aren't too different in sound unless they're enunciated because there's a little bit (a lot) of arousal buried in each of her gasps for air.

Once Izuku can breathe well enough to stop gasping, Shigaraki pulls her back up. It's not soft enough to be considered a friendly gesture, but not as hard as Izuku would have thought the villain would want to pull her.

Shigaraki's other hand comes up to Izuku's face and turns her towards Shigaraki. It drops once Izuku is looking at her. Shigaraki's lips are swollen and there’s blood welling up in what looks like teeth marks on them. The villain must have bitten through her lip. Why? In order to not laugh? Izuku discards the line of thought for later. Shigaraki was staring at her, head tilted enough to voice her unspoken question, what the fuck?

Izuku has no explanations. She doesn't have a reasonable answer to give for why she just tried to suffocate herself, so she just stays silent as she thinks. Her eyes dart to the side of the alley to do this. She could try to play it off as a trauma thing? But that doesn't explain the moan she let out. Maybe a fear response? She was so scared that she couldn't breathe? She could play the moan off as being in pain!

"Did you really like me choking you that much, hero?" Izuku's eyes snap back to Shigaraki's. "It couldn't have hurt that much, you even did most of the work yourself!" Shigaraki's expression had slowly been creeping towards a smirk as she regarded Izuku. Her other hand comes up, fingers just under Izuku’s chin, and pulls Izuku's head up towards the villain. Shigaraki tilts Izuku's head to the side a bit, leaving her grip on the girl lax. She leans in towards Izuku's ear and whispers her next words like a dirty secret, "After all, you looked so desperate for more when I stopped."

Izuku's heart skips a beat (so does the throb down below). She doesn't know how to respond, her mouth slightly parted in disbelief. Why was Shigaraki—was she—Izuku lets out a little whine of confusion (and arousal), then quickly shuts her mouth.

Izuku can feel Shigaraki's smirk widen when the air breathing against her ear becomes just a little heavier, hotter. "Such a good little hero, you even led the big bad villain away from the crowds so that you could deal with her yourself, didn't you Midoriya?"

Her blush deepened at the use of her name and the implications of the…compliment? accusation? She couldn't even completely deny it without acknowledging the implication that she brought Shigaraki away for more personal reasons!

"Ah, but was that really what you were thinking about when you brought me here?" Shigaraki tilts her head, feigning confusion. She exaggeratedly widened her eyes, pretending she had just come to a realization. "Or did you just want to get me alone?"

"No!" Izuku vehemently denies. Her throat aches at the sudden usage, but all it does is keep adding to the growing pit of utter horniness below. Izuku has to keep talking because she can't let Shigaraki think that, so she does what she can do well: she lies. Lying is best done through mumbling, she knows. Seemingly showing all your cards. "I mean technically yes, but that's because you're a villain and if you're alone with me, then you're not near anyone else and that means you can't kill anyone else." Fall for it, fall for it, fall for it.

Shigaraki's hand drags down her neck, drooping lazily onto Izuku’s collar bone. Her thumb rests on the side of Izuku’s neck while her fingers—sans her pinky—splay across the base of Izuku’s neck, her fingertips dipping just below Izuku’s t-shirt and barely resting on the top of her chest.

It’s almost as if Shigaraki’s about to start feeling her up. But that can’t be right. 

Izuku tries to steady her heart, but she’s certain the villain can feel it beating enough to make her chest subtly throb along. Instead of tapping her finger, this time Shigaraki drags it back and forth across Izuku’s collarbone.

Izuku thinks, distantly, that this is the hottest thing that she has ever experienced. Not that she has much to compare it to, but still.

Shigaraki taps her index finger on her other hand against her cheek, letting out an exaggerated, “Hm..”

The noise reminds Izuku, she’s trying to get a point across. Izuku can almost see it, Shigaraki is so close to believing her. All she needs is a little push over the edge. Izuku glances at her hands, takes a subtle breath, and dives back into a muttering session. “Even if we fight, I’d probably be able to make sure that you can’t reach the mall; either by making enough noise to cause concern or leading you further away. I don’t think I can beat-”

“Don’t even think about fighting me, little hero.”

Izuku shuts her mouth. 

“Really, you’re the perfect little hero, aren’t you? Ready to reduce yourself to a mere decoy to keep the villain away from the poor, innocent civilians.”

“Not that the civilians even spared you a glance when I took you away from that mall. And you were sooo in distress too.” Shigaraki matches the drawn out ‘so’ in her taunt with a long, satisfying, scrape of blunt fingernails across her collarbone.

“But then again. Were you? That whole time all you wanted to do was get me alone. And you knew that if you got me alone, I could do anything I wanted with you and you couldn’t do a thing about it.”

Fuck, that sounds so suggestive. And it wasn’t even wrong—

“So, you either didn’t care about what happened to you, thought this was the safest option for the citizens, or you wanted to be at my mercy.”

“I-”

“Ah ah ah,” Shigaraki scolds, “don’t interrupt now, I’m not finished.”

“I doubt that you didn’t care what happened to you, you still want to be a hero, don’t you? Don’t want to disappoint your precious hero friends.”

“Unless you’re being fickle about it. You want to give up? You’re not a coward, are you Midoriya?”

And that sounds like a challenge. Can Izuku really back down from it?

“No.”

“Exactly. And you certainly didn’t think this was the best option, you were just saying how a hero from the crowd would come to capture me. If you’d rather get me alone where you can’t handle me, rather than stay in a crowd where people might be able to, then it wasn’t about what was safest.”

“It’s about getting me alone because you wanted me to have you.”

“N-no, I just wasn’t think-”

“Tell me something, Midoriya,” Shigaraki pauses, ensuring Izuku’s attention, “have I lied to you once?”

“No..?”

“Then why,” Shigaraki’s hand trails back up her neck and squeezes, “do you keep on lying to me?”

“I’m not-”

“You are. And you’re good at it too. It’s annoying.” 

“But I’m really n-”

Shigaraki pulls the hero in training off-balance and shoves her into the opposite wall of the thin alley. Shigaraki stands as she pushes Izuku against the wall and slams her other hand against the wall to the left of the still-shaking girl. She leans down to get eye-level with the other girl.

“Stop. Fucking. Lying.” Shigaraki slams Izuku back into the wall with each word.

Izuku can feel her back creaking and she can see the anger in Shigaraki’s eyes but all she can think is more more more. She loves how rough Shigaraki is being with her. Everything about it just makes her feel so good, makes her knees go weak until all that’s supporting her is the bruising hand around her neck.

“You’re all fucking liars, aren’t you?!” Shigaraki practically spits with venom, “You heroes go around preaching that you’ll save everyone, but you can’t even save yourself. You don’t even try because none of you heroes give a single shit about the fucked-up society you’re trying to save, do you?”

“No,” Izuku moans out, trying to deny but it comes out shaky and high-pitched enough that it could only be a moan.

Shigaraki doesn’t seem to notice, too busy fuming with anger to even look at Izuku. Her head is down and Izuku has no idea what her face looks like, but she assumes it’s nothing pretty (what a lie).

The combination of Shigaraki’s hand tight around her throat, her aggressive disregard for Izuku in favor of doing as she pleased with her, and that velvety, venom-filled rasp sending heat spinning through her was far too much. Izuku’s tears flowed freely as she let herself gasp out a strangled moan.

The sound must have shocked Shigaraki out of her anger-filled ranting about…something because red eyes locked on her green ones and the hand around her throat gripped a little harder, four fingers digging into her skin as the villain pushed her against the wall.

Shigaraki let out a short, disbelieving laugh before grinning, “God, you’re such a horny little hero brat. You’re getting off on this aren’t you? You just love being treated rough.”

Izuku desperately wished she could say no. Even if she could get a word in—which she physically cannot, not with the grip Shigaraki had on her neck—she knew it’d be obvious how she loved it, how she couldn’t get enough of it, how she needed more.

“Or…is it being treated rough by a villain? By someone who could kill you in an instant, a brush of a finger to turn you to dust?” Shigaraki’s gaze is searching, probing for anything about just what makes Izuku tick.

Izuku doesn’t know how she reacts, but it must betray how much she wants because Shigaraki keeps talking.

“Is that why you want to be a hero?” Shigaraki forces out a laugh, pulling back slightly, grip only loosening enough for Izuku to let out a small whine. “You’re selfish, just like the rest of them.” 

There’s something in Shigaraki’s voice that shocks Izuku out of her trance-like horny state because it sounds like scorn. It sounds like disappointment. 

She’s shaking, Izuku realizes. Shigaraki’s hand is trembling. Why? It’s almost as if she had believed, if only for a second, that Izuku wasn’t scorn-worthy, wasn’t corrupt. For a second, maybe Shigaraki had wanted Izuku to be different.

It sounded like Shigaraki had wanted to be saved by Izuku.

It’s not like Izuku to skip out on an opportunity to save anyone. The way she tries to save this time will just be…a bit different. More roundabout.

“N-no,” Izuku’s voice is rough, and she chokes a little. It sends heat shivering through her, the latent physical evidence of the effect Shigaraki had, but she focuses. Shigaraki’s glare had faltered, “It’s not about that—it’s…” Izuku pauses, trying to gather up the courage to continue.

She didn’t think she could turn any redder than she had been from lack of air, but here she is, cheeks flushed as a tomato.

“It’s what? ‘Cause it sure seems like—”

“It’s you!” Izuku shouts. She covers her mouth in mortification. She didn’t mean to sound like some school-girl proclaiming her love, but she has to get through to the villain, however she can.

Shigaraki lets go of her neck completely, trying to back up a few steps. She must have forgotten the size of the alleyway because the bench lodges right behind her knees, effectively tripping her into seating herself.

Izuku sees something (Is it uncertainty? Fear? Desire?) in her eyes and needs to continue, “I didn’t enjoy breaking all my bones fighting Muscular, Todoroki, anyone; getting slashed by Stain hurt, but…” Izuku looks away for a moment, shaking her head back and forth before steeling herself. She moves forward, bending her knees a bit to rest on the bench on each side of Shigaraki’s legs: leaning over to put herself at eye-level with the seated villain, “but your hands looked so good, felt so good. Even back at the USJ, something just drew me to you. And now, I just-”

She’s interrupted by a laugh: a snort which turns into a breathy, hysterical giggle. Shigaraki’s hands are on her own neck now, scratching until the marks on her neck match the ones on Izuku’s. 

The hero-in-training is about to question Shigaraki when the villain grabs the front of Izuku’s shirt and yanks her closer. Izuku’s knees scrape where they’re pulled across the bench—Izuku is so glad that the bench is metal rather than wood. She falls right into Shigaraki’s lap. She passively notes that Shigaraki tends to pull her around as she wishes (not that she minds at all).

Her legs are spread and Izuku is straddling Shigaraki. She’s inches away from the villain’s face, but Shigaraki’s not making eye contact. Her light-blue hair is shielding her eyes and her face is angled slightly away. 

Izuku thinks that if Shigaraki turned, their noses would touch, if not their lips.

“Shut up.” Shigaraki’s voice comes out raspy, but oddly uncertain. Like a part of her wants Izuku to keep going. But that might just be in her head.

Her breathing is audible (not that Izuku thinks her own isn’t too) and shaky. Very shaky. Izuku counts off the breaths out of a morbid sense of curiosity.

She’s muttering again or Shigaraki’s repeating herself because she hears another, “Shut up.” It’s harsher this time, accented with the seemingly magical parting of Shigaraki’s hair to reveal angry red eyes that match her certain, commanding tone.

“But–”

Izuku was right, their noses do brush, hard, as Shigaraki surges forward while pulling on Izuku’s collar again.

Their lips crash together—and Izuku never thought it would feel like an actual crash: an impact, a snapping of wires in her brain, a heat sending her careening further further further into the contact.

Shigaraki pulls away, panting. She looks on the edge of finding the words she pulled away for when Izuku lets out a whine so needy that she almost starts panicking about the situation.

Her thoughts are quickly stopped by Shigaraki’s lips back on her own and she knows, somewhere in the back of her mind, that Shigaraki’s only trying to distract her.

But she still hopes, she desperately hopes, that at least a part of Shigaraki is enjoying this too.

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When Tomura stormed out this afternoon, she did not expect her (p)outing to turn into this.

Maybe she'd buy some games, grab some fast food to treat herself for not killing those new recruits, maybe even drop by an arcade.

Then she'd seen that bush of green hair. And how could she resist? Such a vulnerable little hero ripe for the picking.

Dropping her hand around the brat's neck and seeing her squirm had been so delighting. The dawn of realization that she was being held, the clenching of her jaw, the widening of her eyes, the slight twitching of her eye. It was just so...fun to make her react. 

Threatening to make her react even more, make those eyes go a bit hazy was so satisfying. 

Seeing her stumbling for words, for thoughts even, gave Tomura the most primal urges.

And then the little brat suggested going somewhere quiet. Such a good idea. 

Tomura could tease the hero all she wanted there. 

They finally got somewhere suitable and when she pulled the brat to sit down, she fell right into her lap. It felt so right that Tomura was tempted to keep her there. Because the itching just seemed to stop. And time seemed to freeze.

Until she ḿ̸̨̳̭̟̠̠̞̂̀̔͐́͜͝ͅǫ̸̧̖̫̬̼̰̖̲͒̅̿̋̈̇̊̆͂̓̕͜͜͝͠v̸͚̯̭̝̻̗͔̝̾̅͒̅ḛ̴̱̫͑̿̐̊̈́͝ď̵̪͊͌.

She wanted Midoriya closer.

Closer closer closer closer closer closer closer closer closer closer close̵̢̧͇̟̝̘̫̺̺̝͈̠͕̅̎̈̐̈̈́̍͐͜r̷̢͉͉̼̻̹̒̍̏̍̂̓͘ c̵̟̗̭̣̱͍̔͘͜͝ͅļ̶̛̪͖̼̘͎̫̃̋̊́͌̈̈̅̏̏̂o̶͍̟̙͎͉̣̪̫̟̬̭̟̯̦̊͒́́̕s̵̖̙̗͔̜̱̙̓́̿́̑͋̄͂̃̚͝͠ẻ̵̛̩̗̩̦̰͔̤̯͉̫̤͉̉̈́̎̉̍̔͜ͅr̷̡̝̥͚͓̣̓̃̉̅͆̈́̔̓̈́̀̋͊͝ c̵̟̗̭̣̱͍̔͘͜͝ͅļ̶̛̪͖̼̘͎̫̃̋̊́͌̈̈̅̏̏̂o̶͍̟̙͎͉̣̪̫̟̬̭̟̯̦̊͒́́̕s̵̖̙̗͔̜̱̙̓́̿́̑͋̄͂̃̚͝͠ẻ̵̛̩̗̩̦̰͔̤̯͉̫̤͉̉̈́̎̉̍̔͜ͅr̷̡̝̥͚͓̣̓̃̉̅͆̈́̔̓̈́̀̋͊͝--------

Anyway.

What was she there for again?

Ah, right. Stain.

That s̷̗̥̞͕̼̈͑̇͑̑̉̎̆͑̚͝͠c̴̪͚̫̔͊̇̿̒̑̆̊͛̅̔̚ū̸̝̰̘̰̭́̈͂̎́̈́̊͐͝m̴̧͓̬̼͓͎̒͌̒̏̑͛̿̉̐͆̾̾͘.

She really didn't like Stain.

She ranted a little, nothing too much.

Midoriya looked at her and listened.

T̴̠̺͖̍̑̏̃̑̿̑͑́͠ḫ̶̛̓͆͌̓̃́͌͋͘͠͠͠ē̶̘͔̝ÿ̴̱̰̽̊̎͋̒̇̕͜͠͝ n̵̢̥̗̯̈͋̅̅̕͘͜e̵̱̺̓͐v̵̀̊̓̂̀͝e̵̛̹͂̐́̊́̅͂̐̒͊͌r̸̉̄̐̄̿̾̎̽̅̋̕͘ ̴d̷͖͚͙͑͊́̒͋͆̉̆́̀̑͑̈́̕͝ͅi̵͌͋̌d̴̀̀̀̌̆͐̿̎̓́̾̅͛̆̕.

Then she didn't listen and how dare she not listen when she was listening so well before.

How dare she call Tomura fickle.

It itched until it didn't because there was no resistance, no fighting back. Why wasn't she fighting back? They always fought back.

They didn't, they ran until they c̵̛̩̼̯͈̰̫̉̌͛͆͊r̴̨̛̠̰̮̭̈́̄́̓̅͒̂͂̉̎͠ų̴̗͎̮͈͎̝̔̽̅̈́̏̽̀̇̓̒̚m̷̨̝̬̺̬̯̝̟̗̍̏̎̾̈́̏̈̉̊̒̔ͅb̴͚̯̤͉̭̩̒̐̔̐̿̇̒͛̒̈́l̶̨̧̤̖̞͍͉̝͉̓̃̊͒͑ȇ̵̢̪̻̞d̵̡̼̪̲̜̳̾̊̿.

So annoying.

Make it go away. Turn it to ḑ̴̛̤͈͊̉̄̉͝u̷̧̨̥̖̲̹͌̀̂s̵̝̘̣͉͇̾̽̔̃̓̃̓̈́̈́̄̚̚̕ͅṫ̸̇̈́̎̏́͠͝͝.

No no no no no no no.

She can just...squeeze harder.

Tomura doesn't want to kill the hero brat yet.

...

But she's not breathing.

A tilt of Tomura's head to the side marks her unspoken question, 'Why aren't you breathing?'

There's no response and Tomura is so intrigued to the answer of why.

If she wanted to die, she could have just aske-

Tomura's head goes empty when she hears the sound that Midoriya makes as she moans for air. Or for more?

If that really was a moan like Tomura thought it was, then she was going to have to reevaluate this whole situation.

And wow, Tomura was so shocked by it that she didn't even realize that the brat had pulled Tomura down with her when she went down for air.

Tomura's brain is working through the events overtime trying to see if Midoriya had been reacting how she'd been thinking. 

The blushing, the lingering on her lap, the leaning into her touch, and her moaning.

Well.

There was no reason Tomura couldn't ask her.

Midoriya's reaction was telling enough, a whine of approval certifies Tomura's belief and gives her permission to take whatever she wants.

And she wants.

Midoriya looks so good flustered.

She doesn't look as good lying.

It itches.

It itches it itches it itches it i̸̥̣̘͊̍̾̃͠ť̶̙̦̙͕͉͌̃́̈́͝͝c̵͚͕̗̦̟̒̌ḣ̴̺͉̤͎͍̎̿̓é̸̡̱͕̰̟̠͒́̾̑̽̃͘̚s.

And she fucking moans again.

Fuck.

Tomura wants to pin the girl down and shove her fingers into her mouth while she squeezes it. Wants to get them coated enough to shove straight into her pussy and fuck her until she cries, until she screams for Tomura to stop.

And Tomura won't stop. Tomura won't stop until she's done. The whore would probably love it.

W̸̢̘͕̳̖̤̐́̉̃͆h̶̡̩̯͈̰̱̀͐̀͒͆̃̒́͊͒̆̾̃̕̕ṍ̴̯̰̭̮͔̄̾̑̍̾̈͐̚̚͠r̴̡̯̖͗̋̿̀̍̐͌͠e̴̫̠̣̭̙͍͛͗̇͛̑́̔̿̐͊̚͠.

Midoriya starts talking again, denying it. She's not lying this time, Tomura can tell.

But fuck. What is she supposed to do with this information?

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

She can't help but giggle and scratch. 

Midoriya is too far, Tomura wants.

Tomura wants Midoriya.

Tomura follows her impulses and yanks Midoriya closer.

But it's not enough and she won't shut up.

Tomura shuts her up with a kiss that feels so so good.

Midoriya's on her lap like before, and everything just feels right again.

When Tomura pulls away to say something she can barely remember, Midoriya lets out the most enticing whine and Tomura needs.

Tomura pushes with her mouth and pulls with her hand on Midoriya's neck. Her toes curl and knees rise to push Midoriya closer.

Anything she can do to have more.

Midoriya wobbles a little, legs splitting further to accompany the way she slides down Tomura's thighs, not close ẻ̴̬̙͆͛̉̾n̶͋̇͂̕ò̵́u̴͒͊̈̿͗g̷̍̆h.

Midoriya lets out a moan so loud it shoots straight to Tomura's own throbbing pussy, and she wants.

Tomura can feel every attempt she makes to balance herself from the pressure changing against her lips. It aches so good, and Tomura wishes Midoriya would just give up and only use the contact between their lips to balance.

Tomura sure she didn't mean to close her eyes, and she doesn't know when she did, but she needs them open. She needs to see.

Her eyes meet green lidded ones which widen considerably when they lock on her own.

She can see Midoriya's pupils pulsing.

Tomura can tell how hard it is for Midoriya to concentrate and finds it downright adorable.

Midoriya's eyelids are fluttering between closed in pleasure and open with determination, her pupils dilating and contracting for the same reasons. Her lips are leaking saliva with her weak attempts to grit her teeth—in determination—pushing the liquid to make their lips so wet and Tomura wants to taste.

Tomura shoves her tongue into Midoriya's mouth and drool is dripping down their mouths onto their clothes, but Tomura doesn't care because Midoriya tastes so good. She tastes like the sweetest mix of juicy apple candy with the slightest hint of lime.

Midoriya moans around Tomura's tongue and it makes their mouths vibrate together in a way that makes Tomura want to shove her tongue down Midoriya's throat and fuck her like that.

Instead, Tomura licks a stripe across Midoriya's top teeth, trying to consume every last inch of her mouth. Midoriya's reactive shiver only makes her do the same with the bottom ones before pushing her tongue between and finding Midoriya's own.

Everything in Midoriya's mouth just felt so wet.

And the hero must be losing her balance again because she slips her tongue right into Tomura's own mouth before she hears a thud against the wall just to the right of her head indicating that Midoriya has finally had to stabilize herself with her hand against the wall.

Out of the corner of her eye, Tomura can see Midoriya's bicep flexing in effort and fuck, Midoriya looks like she could snap Tomura's neck if she tried (she could).

Midoriya probably has abs. Midoriya's abs were probably twitching with effort to keep herself upright while they were kissing earlier. Tomura wishes she could have seen that.

Wait. She can.

Tomura pulls back from kissing Midoriya, ignoring the desperate whine she hears (not without great effort). She grabs Midoriya's arm from off the wall and lifts it up, then pulls Midoriya's shirt over her head. She'd decay it, but that would mean leaving Midoriya without a shirt later. Which is just...no. She'd still have the pretty black sports bra she's wearing, but...

M̵̝͇͓̬͎̾͑̈́͠ͅỈ̶̮̠̗̲̗͆̓N̴̨̺͖͍̞̈́̈́͝E̶̗͎͚̍̀͂̀͠.

She throws Midoriya's shirt off to the side somewhere and looks back to admire her work.

Tomura takes in the scene with pleasure. 

Midoriya is ripped.

Her abs look like they could cut cheese with how firm they are, and Tomura wants to tou-

"Please, Shigaraki." Tomura is interrupted by the horniest moan from Midoriya's mouth yet.

"So impatient," Tomura scolds, no real anger in her voice. She’s momentarily distracted by surprise that Midoriya acknowledged exactly who was feeling her up like this. The villain grins at the thought of the hero so ready for Tomura to be her exception.

Midoriya blushes, turning away and Tomura takes the opportunity to fully admire her figure.

She takes a moment to thank her pants for being thick before she lifts Midoriya up by her ass (fuck is it firm) and turns around, Midoriya squealing a little as she carries her. Tomura drops to her knees, letting her hands slide up to Midoriya's waist (so thin and fuckable) as she drops Midoriya on the bench.

Her abs look so good and Tomura wants to touch every inch of them. She runs a tentative thumb across to the center, dipping it down just above her naval before running it lightly up the middle of her stomach. It's light enough to make Midoriya squirm and wrap her legs around Tomura to try to force the villain to give her more. Tomura doesn't have it in her to deny Midoriya, to try to break free when she wants the exact same: to give and take more and more until there is nothing left. She lets herself be pulled closer and switches to dragging her three middle-most fingers back down her abs.

Tomura watches eagerly as Midoriya's eyes lid in pleasure, her head tilts back slightly, and her hands drop to the sides of the bench to steady herself as she groans.

Midoriya is trying so hard to keep upright and Tomura can see exactly how it affects her by just how firm the girl's stomach is under her touch.

Tomura's fingers finally reach the waistband of her shorts and pause. She's about to ask permission when Midoriya groans loudly while lifting her hips off the bench, non-verbally begging Tomura to drop them.

The villain lifts the girl's legs onto her shoulders before pulling down her shorts—lifting her legs a little higher to get them all the way off—before tossing them (hopefully) in the direction of her shirt.

They both pause for a moment to stare down at Midoriya's All Might boxers before Midoriya's hands try to shoot up, presumably to be waved in denial or embarrassment, but she never gets that far. Where Midoriya had been balancing almost completely on her hands, now she's falling, sliding onto her ass, her head banging against the wall behind her. The bang is followed by a yelp and a groan from the green-haired clutz.

Tomura lets out a loud snort at Midoriya's antics before her attention is distracted again by bright yellow ̷͚̮͍͎̮̅͂͌͊́Ȁ̵͈̙͍̉͂̊̍̚͝͠l̸͔̙̖̈́́͛͝l̸͔̙̖̈́́͛͝ ̶͍̖̬̌̈́̃̂͑͝͝M̴̡̔̋ǐ̶̼͙̫̈́̈́́͛͝g̸̨̧̘͇̯̻͈͑̈̌͛̀͑̇̊̒͑͘h̸̆̄̀͒̎͋̈̾̓͝t̷̹͖͕̐̿͘.

She blinks and her hand is hovering not even an inch above Midoriya's pale thigh, fingers closed around dust that used to be Midoriya's clothes.

"Limited edition..." Midoriya groans from her position halfway off the bench, thighs on Tomura’s shoulders, legs spread above in the air.

Wow. Midoriya is so wet and her unclothed pussy is sitting inches in front of Tomura's face. 

She seems to realize it at the same time as Tomura if the tensing of her thighs, second yelp, and subsequent string of, "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" is anything to indicate it. Midoriya tries to scramble away but her legs are on Tomura's shoulders. When she tries to pull them, Tomura's hands clamp down on them, trapping Midoriya spread in front of Tomura's face.

Midoriya freezes and all Tomura has been able to do is stare because wow. Just. Wow.

She's snapped out of it by Midoriya's, "Shi-" which she interrupts, leaving Midoriya to finish her word with a loud gasp. Because cutting Midoriya off without even having to say anything is too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Tomura buries her nose in green pubes, keeping her mouth breaths away from Midoriya's clit. Tomura's eyes are barely above the hair, and she looks down at Midoriya to see the hero's neck tilted at an odd angle, straining from a very uncomfortable position on the bench. Which she doesn't seem to have noticed. Must be too focused on the head between her thighs then. Good. Tomura grins with satisfaction.

Her eyes seem to be both focused and unfocused, a dilemma on whether to watch the villain between her thighs or not.

Tomura doesn't bother trying to help Midoriya out of her uncomfortable position. She is more focused on the tempting smell right in front of her mouth. Midoriya smells of ocean, but saltier. She can't help but drop her mouth a bit and let her tongue out for a taste along Midoriya's slit.

All Tomura can think about is the taste and the smell invading her senses. It's just so...Midoriya. It's inexplicably exactly what Midoriya should taste like. Tomura loves it.

Midoriya lets out a shuddering gasp, hips unconsciously pushing herself into Tomura’s face. 

Tomura doesn’t move her head in response, just lets her tongue in a little further. She feels around the inner edges of Midoriya slit, enjoying the way her tongue runs against the bumpy texture.

It seems Midoriya’s vocabulary has left her because the hero is just staring down, panting, pushing herself closer.

Tomura digs her fingers into the thighs on her shoulders to steady herself, and really, by now she should expect that Midoriya wouldn’t resist, would love it. But she still ends up being surprised at the whimper Midoriya makes along with pushing up into the contact, making Tomura’s nails almost break skin.

She scrapes them along Midoriya’s skin a little while she lets her teeth bite softly on Midoriya’s folds, creating yet another shuddering gasp. Tomura doesn’t think she’ll get tired of the noises Midoriya is making.

Tomura glides with her teeth and tongue, pushing in no more than a half an inch for brief seconds before resuming focus on wetting everything on the outside of Midoriya’s pussy.

Midoriya’s moans get progressively more needy, her thighs and abs looking/feeling tenser as Tomura teases. When she feels Midoriya’s ass clench a little too tight in pleasure, she pulls up, letting her tongue slide up the length of Midoriya’s clit before sucking it into her mouth, teeth grazing around it.

It elicits the loudest moan Tomura’s heard yet, and Tomura moves one of her feet directly below her own pussy, sinking onto it a little to relieve the arousal that Midoriya just keeps building up.

She sucks harder and harder. Her teeth tighten around the clit in her mouth while her tongue gives an occasional hard stroke against it. 

A blubber of, “Please, Shigaraki, please, please, please.” gradually getting higher and higher pitched until her voice breaks off into a strangled whimper distracts Tomura enough to make her stare at the hero.

All thoughts leave her mind with just how pretty Midoriya looks when she’s breaking against Tomura’s mouth. Her own eyes flutter at the image before her and she gives a hard roll of her teeth and tongue against Midoriya's clit. Her fingers clamp down and all she can do is keep one finger up on each hand, not able to stop her fingernails from drawing blood in their grip.

She can feel Midoriya jolt for a moment, spasming, back shuddering enough to shove her pussy further into Tomura’s mouth.

Tomura groans around it and keeps going, sucking and teasing with her tongue until Midoriya's shuddering orgasm turns a little too much for her. Her moaning, which had been progressively getting louder, turns into loud whimpering gasps as her body starts to thrash at the overstimulation.

The concept that Tomura is making Midoriya cum so hard that her body can't help but fight the pleasure combined with the jaw-dropping visual of it actually happening in front of her is so attractive that Tomura's foot rubs hard, rhythmic pressure against the burning heat of her own pussy.

Midoriya's body starts sparking and she's moving ạ̷̛̀͝w̶̗̜̟̙̌͐͂͛̂̇̀ă̵̢̹̘̽ÿ̷͍́̿, but Tomura just wants her to take m̴̺̲̲͎̈́̊̅͊ò̷̝̦̲̆r̶͙̼̗̅͗̏͠è̶͙̒́.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a panting, "Shigaraki, Shigaraki stop...Shigaraki?"

Tomura blinks and Midoriya's sitting upright again, panting as she looks down at Tomura with a concern that makes Tomura wish she were stronger, strong enough so Midoriya wouldn't l̴̤̬̣̞̜̤̈́ó̷͕̭͈͈̂͘o̴̩̠̝̙̲̫̾̑͑͊ͅk̵̽ ä̷̡͚̞͖́͝t̶͓̜̪̜̩́ h̵̙̺̑̉e̵̞̖̖̠̩̗̹̎͜r̵̪̪͚͉̾̾ l̴̤̬̣̞̜̤̈́i̸k̷̎̇e̷̓ t̷h̵̤̘̤̃͒a̶̅t.

There's a hand in Tenko's Tomura's face and all she can do is stare because if she takes it, it'll d̶̺͓̊́̇e̴̤̝̺̮̾̑͠c̸̟̺̺̼͑͜à̷̙̹́́̏y̴̛̤̑̀̽͂͝.

Then Midoriya's on the floor in front of her and there's a tentative hand taking her own—

No no no no, there's blood on her hands, blood on her hands.

But there's a steady thumping beneath her fingertips. That's a heartbeat. She didn't kill her.

She didn't kill her.

Tomura doesn't know when she stopped breathing, but her breath comes out and she can breathe again.

"Keep looking at me." There are green eyes in front of her, Midoriya is in front of her. They're in that alley, Midoriya's clothes are off to the side, and Midoriya is kneeling in front of her.

"Are you..." Midoriya trails off and thank fuck because Tomura doesn't know how she would have answered that.

Tomura's head tilts a bit as she goes to look down, but she's stopped by a hand on her chin, preventing her from looking down.

"Don't...let me just..." Midoriya pauses as she looks around, Tomura confused by her antics.

She looks back with a small smile of triumph on her face, "Close your eyes?" It's a question, but a hopeful one and Tomura has no reason not to, so she does so.

Her hands are being lifted and ow, her fingers are missing at least a few nails or parts of them because they hurt.

Then her hands are wet, three of them are in Midoriya's mouth. Midoriya's sucking them off, she's sucking the blood off them.

That probably tastes gross, but it makes for quite the hot sensation.

Midoriya pulls off the fingers with a pop and Tomura can feel hot, wet breaths against her fingers for a moment before she feels a gentle mouth envelop her pinky finger.

Fuck, that finger is definitely missing some fingernail.

She bends her finger, and it hurts like hell, but it's worth it because she can rub it down the length of Midoriya's tongue.

Tomura must have indicated her pain in some way or Midoriya is being extra careful with her fingers because the hero's tongue is so delicate against her pinky.

She pops off again and now it's Tomura's thumb in her mouth and Tomura needs to see.

She wants to shove her other hand in Midoriya's mouth and see what happens.

Tomura opens her eyes but it's still dark. She can make out fingers over her eyes, so she pulls them away, more than ready to shove her hand into Midoriya's mouth but...

Midoriya looks so soft.

Tomura wants to pat her head like a bunny. The hero is frozen like an animal caught in the headlights of a car and all Tomura can think is, "Cute."

Her mouth slipped up and her hand is already in Midoriya's hair, fluffing it.

She was right, it's soft.

Midoriya lets out a short whine, the barely receded redness on her cheeks coming back in full force. She's slack-jawed and so ready to clean off Tomura's other hand.

Tomura pushes two blood-coated fingers into Midoriya's mouth, instructing, no, ordering her, "Since you're so eager to get my fingers in your mouth, clean them."

Midoriya looks straight at her, trying to mumble something that Tomura can't understand before seemingly giving up to focus on pushing her tongue between the fingers in her mouth. 

The image is so hot that Tomura drops her other hand to her waistband, pushing down her black sweats far enough to reveal black boxers which she drops her hand into. She slides her middle finger along her slit, letting the slick lather her finger before rubbing hard long lines up from the top of her clit, back down to slide her finger in before repeating the motion. While doing this, she lets the fingers in Midoriya's mouth pump in and out in time with her motions.

Midoriya seems to like it if the shaky breaths around her fingers are anything to go off.

Tomura keeps up her motions until she needs more, needs to rub harder, needs more friction for herself. She pulls her hand out of Midoriya's mouth and moves back until she is squatting against the wall, dropping her boxers to her ankles with her sweatpants. She slides down the wall, knees spreading until they're wide open above her hips. It allows her fingers to reach just the right spot that she keeps pushing against in her motions. 

The hand priorly focused on Midoriya's mouth is now rubbing quick circles against her clit as she watches Midoriya's reactions from lidded eyes and spread legs.

Midoriya is panting in time with Tomura's breathing, so she forces herself to slow her motions, slowly pumping her finger in and out her pussy at its full length. Her saliva-soaked fingers slow down to match the pace, only circling her clit once every second rather than the four to five times she estimates she was doing before.

The wall feels rough against her back and the pace is so agonizingly slow that Tomura pushes her back further into the wall, desperate for more friction. But it's worth it. It's all worth it for the look of pure desire on Midoriya's face that results from her teasing.

Tomura wants Midoriya to beg for her. Beg for Tomura to fuck herself faster, beg for Tomura to let Midoriya do it herself. Beg beg beg beg beg.

Midoriya starts crawling towards her, but Tomura levels her with a look that makes the hero stop dead in her tracks. Midoriya's own face looks one part confused, one part concerned, and three parts desperately horny.

Tomura gives herself a few breaths to calm her voice, fingers still moving agonizingly slow—if Midoriya doesn't hurry up and beg, Tomura might just sit on her face and rock on it until she makes herself cum—before asking, voice smug, "Something you want, hero?"

Midoriya's face goes through so many emotions before she drops back to her knees between Tomura's legs and out comes a soft, "Please?"

Tomura briefly debates making her repeat it, but she did say it and it did make Tomura's knees quiver, so she replies with a shaky, "Yeah, go on."

She barely has time to move her fingers before Midoriya’s hands are pulling Tomura’s thighs onto the hero’s shoulders. Midoriya pauses and takes a big gulp—of the saliva that’s pooled in her mouth—that goes straight to Tomura’s soaking pussy.  

Midoriya plants a tentative kiss on Tomura’s pussy and Tomura is about to giggle at how shy the hero is before a hard line of tongue down her clit makes her open mouth moan rather than laugh.  

She looks away, more embarrassed than she should have been and can only gasp as Midoriya licks back up and down again and again. The contact, the feeling, Midoriya feels so good between her legs that she moans again, almost choking on the saliva she’s not used to feeling in her throat. She’s never letting a soul know that she almost choked on her saliva with a hero between her legs. 

Midoriya’s hands are gripping her thighs when Tomura realizes she’s cheating. She’s just copying Tomura, the tactics that Tomura worked so hard to create (she won’t say she just did what felt right in the moment, that sounds so cliché).  

Tomura takes yet another moment to control her breathing—and fuck, why is breathing so difficult—before letting out a loud, exaggerated sigh. 

Midoriya looks up and Tomura tries so hard to control her expression into one of displeasure rather than the pulsing pleasure that she really feels. She makes eye contact, and with a tut, “So boring.” 

Midoriya whimpers—so fucking hot—and Tomura really shouldn’t be trying to get the hero to pleasure her even more than she is already doing, she might not even be able to handle it. But...Tomura was never one to back down from a challenge, and Midoriya wasn’t either. And Midoriya is being so cheap, stealing from Tomura. 

“Copying me? Really?” Tomura forces all the negative emotions she has left into disappointment in her voice, “We both know you can do so much better. You’re supposed to be a hero and you’re copying a vi—” 

Tomura is cut off just before she can finish her taunt by Midoriya sliding a finger right in her pussy and dragging it right across the most pleasure-inducing spot.  

It forces out the highest pitched, “Ah-” she’s ever made in her life. And Midoriya just grins against her clit before pulling off to speak. Before she opens her mouth, she ups her pace: pumping a second finger in and out hard against that sweet spot she found, and Tomura can’t help but shake a little around the fingers. 

“You keep pushing me to do better, taunting me. But I don’t even care how well I’m doing. I don’t care about anything except making you feel good. All I care about right now is fingering you, fucking you until you cum. Because I need to see it, I need to see you. C’mon Shigaraki please, please, please, you look so good, you don’t understand. So pretty, so hot, so fuckable. I just want to make you feel good, Shigaraki plea-” 

Midoriya cuts herself off as she feels Tomura shudder around her finger. Tomura barely notices the devious grin on the hero’s face before her mouth is sucking on her clit and it feels like Midoriya is trying to take everything from Tomura. 

Tomura’s head knocks against the wall and her legs lock around Midoriya’s neck as Midoriya forces her orgasm to last. Tomura is shaking and she’s dropped to the ground against Midoriya’s free hand which slips out from under her back to pin her thighs to the ground and force Tomura to fold as she spasms through her orgasm.  

Midoriya is still sucking and finger-fucking Tomura when the sensations get too much for her and her pussy starts pushing hard against the intrusive fingers. It doesn’t stop Midoriya when she starts whimpering, in fact it almost seems to egg Midoriya on as her fingers light up green, going faster, harder into her screaming pussy.  

Tomura is the one thrashing now and it just feels like so much, she can't—ċ̸ȧ̷͍̦͌͂͝͠n̴̑̐'̵t ̶̓̇t̷͊̽a̴̼̺̳͌͒̒͘k̵̋̐̎̒́͘̕͝e̶̮͓̪͆̄ it̷.

Before either of them notice, the floor disappears into thin air and they’re dropping into something wet with a splash. It smells vile.

Tomura is still twitching when she hears Midoriya groan something about a sewer. She can only find it in herself to give half a shit with the sensations rocking her still occupying most of her attention.

When she's finally coming down from her high, Tomura immediately notices a multitude of aching bruises all over her body and highly suspects she has a concussion. And, for one of the very few times in her life, she desperately wants a shower.

Midoriya is crouching next to her, wearing nothing but her black sports bra. Their clothes are absolutely ruined. Tomura only feels briefly bad before she remembers that she can just get Kurogiri to warp them somewhere with a shower. But should she offer...

Midoriya offers her a hand and yep, she's definitely offering. She takes the hand and lets Midoriya pull her up, only for her legs to wobble and her to collapse right into Midoriya's waiting arms. It would be romantic if they didn't feel disgusting.

It still kind of is.

"Do you.." Midoriya starts, but trails off. Something about the way she asks makes Tomura think she wouldn't even know where to start. Tomura wouldn't either.

She sighs and pulls out her phone. It's got a few cracks in it, but it still lights up. "We're going to shower." Tomura says it matter-of-factly. She is not letting Midoriya go out like this.

M̵̝͇͓̬̾͑̈́͠ͅỈ̶̮̠̗̲̗͆̓N̴̨̺͖͍̞̈́̈́͝E̶̗͎͚̍̀͂̀͠. M̵̝͇͓̬̾͑̈́͠ͅỈ̶̮̠̗̲̗͆̓N̴̨̺͖͍̞̈́̈́͝E̶̗͎͚̍̀͂̀͠. M̵̝͇͓̬̾͑̈́͠ͅỈ̶̮̠̗̲̗͆̓N̴̨̺͖͍̞̈́̈́͝E̶̗͎͚̍̀͂̀͠.

Surprisingly, Midoriya doesn't protest. She must either be too tired or just as ready to shower as Tomura feels. Probably a combination of the two.

She messages Kurogiri the name of her favorite hotel (that also happens to be out of the country, and therefore neither of them can be arrested for anything but illegal quirk immigration or some equally stupid law) then DISCRETE in all caps. He'll know not to alert Sensei about it. He probably will anyway, but that's Later Tomura's problem. It won't be too big a deal either way.

A warp gate opens right below them—Kurogiri definitely has a tracking app for her—and Midoriya yelps as they fall through into the penthouse suite of her favorite hotel. 

They fall right to the floor, Tomura letting herself go limp on top of Midoriya because fuck that orgasm took everything out of her.

Midoriya does not seem to feel the same because she's already flipping them and pinning Tomura to the ground. Tomura ponders for a moment about her ability to go another round before realizing that no, Midoriya is not pinning her because she wants to grind her into the ground until they're both gasping for air. Midoriya is pinning her with a terrified expression on her face and really, Tomura probably should have assured her that she wasn't going to kidnap and kill her. Better late then never.

"Just to clean off. We're just here to clean off."

That doesn't seem to be enough because Midoriya is still pinning her. And it's kind of making Tomura horny again, but the smell and the searing pain of her head is enough to distract her.

"I'll have Kurogiri drop you back at the mall after, but we smell disgusting and I need a shower. You're welcome to join unless you want to smell like sewer for the next week."

At that Midoriya just collapses onto her, sighing. She buries her head into Tomura's shoulder and lets out a long, frustrated groan that lasts a full 10 seconds before she turns her head to stare at Tomura. She takes a deep breath, "Okay."

"Okay?" Tomura is confused to say the least, she expected at least some resistance, or pleas to take Midoriya back, but she supposes Midoriya is a lot smarter than she looks. And she looks pretty enough to get away with lounging around on a couch for eternity as nymphs feed her grapes. Even covered in sewage as she is.

"Yeah, okay. A shower sounds good." Midoriya peels herself off Tomura before offering her a hand again. It makes Tomura's heart beat just a little faster and she takes it.

Midoriya drags her to the shower like she owns the place and some part of Tomura feels a little giddy at the thought. Tomura dismisses it as post-orgasm bliss.

Midoriya's bra drops to the floor, leaving Tomura staring at her as she turns on the shower. Hand under the stream, testing the temperature, she doesn't seem to realize Tomura is staring until she turns back around, a question on her lips. It only takes Midoriya a second to realize why Tomura is staring and her hands fly to her tits in a pathetic attempt at modesty.

It makes Tomura double over in laughter. She's not in a better state, pants and boxers completely missing and shirt soaked with sewer water. But Midoriya is trying to be modest. It's hilarious.

Midoriya is stuttering out apologies mixed with embarrassment and none of what she says is coherent, just noises. She even brings her hands up to try to emphasize her very unclear point before realizing that it uncovered her body (not that it was covered in the first place) and quickly returning them to their positions covering her tits with a small, "Eep."

Tomura falls to the floor; she's laughing so hard. Midoriya is just...so...cute. Something about how stupid she can be while simultaneously being smart enough to keep up with Tomura is endearing to the villain.

After a minute of laughter from herself and verbal flailing from Midoriya, Tomura takes pity on the hero, "It's nothing I haven't seen anyway." She smirks with her laughter still trickling out from her lips occasionally. Tomura eyes her body and decides to add, "Not that I don't appreciate it, it is quite the sight." Tomura lets her eyes roam Midoriya's body noticeably in emphasis.

Midoriya is blushing again—she looks so cute—turning away to check the water again...Is she pouting? Tomura walks over and leans to Midoriya's side to try to get the hero to look at her. She keeps her back to Tomura. She's pouting. Tomura can't help but smile at how cute she is.

"I suppose we do need to shower though." Tomura pulls away, only feeling a moment's insecurity about stripping before dismissing it. Insecurity is for the weak and Tomura is strong, hot, and certainly does not need Midoriya's appreciation of her body. She'd welcome it though.

She pulls off her shirt and now Midoriya is the one staring at her now, so she makes a show of it. Arms stretching up, turning around and leaning far over to show off everything as she slides the shirt off her head. Turning back around, she is very satisfied to see the dazed look on Midoriya's face, so absorbed in watching Tomura. Is she even breathing? Not important. 

Tomura reaches around her back with both her hands, dipping down to let Midoriya get a full view of her breasts as she takes her own black sports bra off. Tomura notes that they match in a lot of their clothing choices. Just not colors nor patterns. She shivers at the memory of Midoriya's...fashion taste. 

Tomura isn't sure where she got the idea that Midoriya would like her tits, but Midoriya’s reaction makes Tomura certain she does. Midoriya has a little bit of drool pooling at the edge of her mouth and the steam from the water stream behind her is far hotter than what is acceptable to shower with. She pulls the bra over her head from the back, tossing it on the ground before crossing her arms and leaning against the bathroom wall, staring right back at Midoriya.

It takes Midoriya 22 seconds (Tomura times it out of curiosity) to realize that she's staring. And then she's waving her hands again, bowing and repeating a mantra of, "Sorry, sorry, sorry."

"No, no, keep staring, I'm glad you like the show." Tomura’s face aches around the edges of her smile, and fuck, she doesn't think she's smiled this much in her entire life, let alone in the...hour? Few hours? However long it had been that she'd been with Midoriya.

Midoriya blushes, turning back to check the stream. Tomura slides behind her to stop her hand from burning itself in the stream. In doing so she ends up flush against the smaller girl's back. She's a half a head taller than the girl and can easily rest her head on her shoulder. So she does, leaning on Midoriya, she turns the water a little cooler as she takes deep breaths just so the hero can feel Tomura's skin pushing off and on her own.

Midoriya lets out a whine, body tensing. Tomura was kind of hoping she'd be bold again and pin Tomura to the wall and do something to her, but Midoriya only freezes. She can feel the girl's heartbeat from how her chest is pressed against Midoriya's back.

Midoriya probably has responsibilities or something, but Tomura really doesn't care, so she has all the time in the world to wait. It takes almost a minute for Midoriya to break their stalemate with a stuttered, "Uhm...Shigaraki?"

Tomura hums in response, keeping silent because she wants to see Midoriya do something (preferably Tomura).

“Why are you..” Tomura would be flattered at how easily she can make the hero forget all her words if she weren’t anticipating some sort of action. She waits for Midoriya to continue and the hero doesn’t disappoint, “why are you acting like this? So touchy, friendly…nice to me?”

…That’s a good question.

...

Tomura really doesn't know how to answer that.

Was she being friendly?

"I-I mean not friendly, you've been acting like you're...attracted to me?"

That's a better question. Tomura is certainly attracted to Midoriya, the real question is, "Why do you doubt it? You're quite attractive." She whispers the second sentence into Midoriya's ear and smiles at the reactive shiver that runs through the hero's body.

"But..." Midoriya stops again and Tomura isn't sure if she wants to make Midoriya finish her sentences or get distracted.

There's a mirror in the bathroom and Tomura hasn't ever used it until now, but they look so good when she glances at it that she forgets to take her eyes off it. She turns them towards it, her body outlining Midoriya's in the reflection. "So, so attractive."

She sees Midoriya blushing again and it is so tempting to do something to the hero but she's waiting for Midoriya to make a move first. The anticipation would be fun if it weren't for how horny she was getting from just watching them in the mirror.

Midoriya turns around, Tomura relaxing her arms to give the hero space to maneuver. 

Midoriya pulls back, a mischievous smile appearing on her face and her hands twitch before she freezes.

The way Midoriya freezes makes Tomura think she's scared and Tomura wants to find whoever made her this scared and brutally d̸͂̓e̴͒͝s̸̩̒̕͠ť̴͓̖̓͂̃̌̍͝͝ř̴̡̥̔ȏ̴̾ỵ̴̐͘ them. 

Then Midoriya's hands are on her neck and Tomura is ready, so excited for whatever is to come. But it wasn't her neck that Midoriya was grabbing, it was her hands scratching soothing patterns into her neck. Before she can even think about that, she's under a warm spray of water, a concerned look on Midoriya's face disappearing so fast, Tomura wonders if she'd imagined it.

Midoriya lets out a snort, which turns into giggles while she's staring at Tomura in the shower. "You-you look like one of those cats who just got a bucket of water dumped on them. So cute."

Tomura scowls, but it only makes Midoriya laugh harder. She looks in the mirror and yeah, Tomura can see it. She can't really be mad at Midoriya for that, she supposes.

It is still somewhat humiliating to her pride, so she grabs Midoriya and pulls her under the stream. It makes Midoriya let out a strangled, high-pitched noise in surprise. Really, what did Midoriya expect would happen?

It's "cute," though. She says as much out loud.

Midoriya's hair is getting soaked by the stream and her hair is sticking to her face, but Tomura can see her smile and see her eyes staring right back into her own and something beats a little faster, a little warmer in her chest as she can feel her face burn. She doesn't dislike the sensation.

Tomura is content to stare at Midoriya as long as Midoriya stares at her. 

Water is dripping down Midoriya's face, so Tomura reaches out a hand and pushes Midoriya's hair back so her green hair isn't in the way. She lets her hand linger near Midoriya's ear, only half tangled in her hair.

Midoriya's pout had turned into a small smile at some point, one that feels softer than the hotel's pillows. There's also water in her eyes, but Tomura isn't sure if that's from the shower or from emotions. 

Midoriya reaches a hand over to the side and grabs a bottle, lifting it up over Tomura's head before squirting something cold out. Her hands reach up into Tomura's hair and only once she starts scrubbing it in does Tomura realize that it's shampoo.

Midoriya's hands feel good in her hair. Tomura really likes relaxing like this and letting Midoriya massage the shampoo into her hair. Her fingers are rubbing in heavy circles, careful not to push into the skin, but push the hair on it around in order to get everything.

One hand leaves and Tomura has to suppress a whine at the loss of contact. They finally break eye contact to look at Midoriya's hand and ew. She's holding a piece of toilet paper that must have traveled with them from the sewer. 

They look back at each other simultaneously and the appalled look in Midoriya's eyes combined with the fact that the hero-in-training was picking toilet paper out of the villain's hair makes Tomura burst into hearty laughter. The situation is downright ridiculous. 

Soon enough, Midoriya is laughing softly too, and Tomura is distracted by the heaving of Midoriya's chest. Tomura isn't normally a perv but...Midoriya is really attractive. 

Midoriya's hands are out of her hair now and Tomura realizes she has the perfect excuse to run her hands all over Midoriya's body.

Soap!

She grabs the soap and lathers her hands up a bit before taking one of Midoriya's arms and lathering that. Midoriya has stopped laughing now to watch Tomura's hands wrapped around her forearm, slowly appreciating their way up to her bicep.

Tomura's thought it before, but Midoriya's muscles have not stopped being attractive at all. In fact, with her hands rubbing slowly around the hero's biceps, Tomura thinks they're even more attractive than before. 

"Thank you." Tomura isn't sure if Midoriya is saying that because Tomura was thinking out loud or if it's because of her actions. She'll assume the latter, but feels momentarily annoyed because now that Midoriya has broken the silence, they can't go back to it. Unless she was the one to break it. She supposes she wasn't really annoyed anyway.

"Yeah." She responds lamely, "Turn around?"

Midoriya does as asked, stepping out of the shower stream as she does and Tomura shifts to rubbing long lines across her back, soap in hand.

As she gets lower and lower, Midoriya gets tenser until she jolts a little at Tomura's touch on her lower back. The soap drops to the floor as Midoriya moves away from it. Tomura sees no reason to push it, so she drops to the floors, ignoring Midoriya's "Sorry, sorry!" to bring the soap to the back of one of Midoriya's legs and start scrubbing there.

She's got an eyeful of Midoriya's ass from this position and damn. She wonders if Midoriya would let her finger her ass. Even just rubbing her fingers between those cheeks would look pretty good.

Tomura only rubs up to the knee, letting her hand cup the kneecap as she pushes the soap around Midoriya's skin. She switches to the other leg and doesn't stop at the knee this time, letting her hands roam up to tense thighs.

There's no twitching this time, so Tomura assumes that Midoriya's lower back is ticklish, or the redness indicating forming bruises was a bit too tender to touch.

Tomura switches one hand to the other leg so she can slide her hands simultaneously up the backs of Midoriya's thighs to fondle her ass cheeks.

She can hear heavy breaths from Midoriya and a light hitch in her breathing when she squeezes a little harder than intended. She pulls apart Midoriya's lower cheeks and fuck does she look good. Tomura lets her index fingers (she had switched to holding her pinkies up without realizing it at some point) touch as they slide from Midoriya's lower back down between her ass-cheeks.

Midoriya shivers as Tomura's fingers linger for a moment on her puckered hole.

She stops her fingers just before she reaches Midoriya's practically dripping pussy.

Tomura pulls back, watching Midoriya's cheeks bounce back together as she lets go. It's quite satisfying. Midoriya whines before Tomura presses flush against her back again, wrapping her arms under Midoriya's. "You really want me to get everywhere." She whispers as she lets her fingers dip down between her legs, across her slit this time. 

Midoriya groans out a "Yeah." before leaning back against Tomura and trying to sink down onto her fingers. 

Tomura's other hand goes to Midoriya's waist to support the hero as she lets a finger dip inside again. It's tighter than it was when Midoriya finished, but not as tight as before they started. Midoriya seems to be a little more sensitive to her intrusion now as she shudders when Tomura lets a second finger in to slowly rub in circles against the walls just inside her pussy.

She probably shouldn't be using soap as lube, but that'll be Midoriya's problem later.

Tomura might send antibiotics just in case.

Or not. Who knows.

The combination of soap and Midoriya's natural lubrication make it easy for Tomura to slide two fingers in and out quickly. The position is slightly awkward and Tomura has to fall back a few steps to brace her back against the wall for support, but other than that they both seem to be enjoying it. Midoriya especially so considering the panting gasps she is making.

Her hand around Midoriya's waist keeps slipping, so she holds Midoriya close to her with her elbow and locks her fingers in Midoriya's dark green pubic hair to keep her grip. "Yeah, Shigaraki, fuck. Just like that, please." Tomura is turned on even more by how much Midoriya likes being pulled and pushed around by her.

She yanks a little harder on the hair, four fingers grasping as much as they can. It makes Midoriya's lower lips push against her fingers, so she uses her thumb and ring finger to spread them apart, letting her index and middle finger pump in and out quickly, only pausing to make sure the fingers come out roughly against the inner wall closest to her stomach.

She pushes her palm into the divit below Midoriya's lowest pair of abs as she pulls harder.

Then she's pumping faster, faster and in a few seconds Midoriya is cumming again, legs quivering as her full weight falls against Tomura. Midoriya's pants turn to shaky whimpers as she finishes, body shuddering in time with them. 

This time she resists the urge to keep fucking her through it, letting Midoriya pull away when her quivering turns to harsh twitching against the pleasure.

As Midoriya pants heavy breaths that Tomura can feel against her, Tomura reaches her coated finger out and watches the water clean it. She regrets it immediately after realizing she probably could have got Midoriya to clean it with her mouth like she did with the blood earlier. 

Tomura slides down the wall until Midoriya is sitting in her lap, both of them on the ground. It allows her to grab the discarded soap off the floor and start sliding it over Midoriya's stomach. 

"Y-you keep..." Midoriya pauses for breath, still panting as she comes off her orgasm.

Tomura has the most ominous feeling that she's not going to like whatever Midoriya says next, so she doesn't let Midoriya keep talking. Instead, she drops one of her hands right down to rub hard against Midoriya's still sensitive pussy. 

"God, Shigaraki-" Midoriya's gasps, voice breathy and desperate. 

"Don't think on it too much."

Midoriya goes quiet and Tomura resumes rubbing her stomach, cupping the bottom of her tits. It makes Midoriya let out a contented noise before she tentatively starts again, "Uhh...can I do yours next? Y-your body I mean! Unless you want me to do more? Which is totally fine either w-"

"Yeah, go ahead."

"T-to washing your body or..."

"Both," The urge to tease is too strong, so Tomura adds, "Since you seem so eager."

"That's not what I m-"

"Not that I mind of course," Tomura squeezes her breasts, changing pressure between her palms and fingers as she interrupts Midoriya's worrying, "eagerness isn't a bad thing."

The way Midoriya reacts to Tomura's teasing: so nervous, so embarrassed, so cute. She can't help but keep teasing.

"Especially on you," she leaves one hand fondling Midoriya's breast as she lets the other out to clean her unsoaped arm. Letting her fingernails run across Midoriya's skin leaves the hero shivering in response and Tomura eats it up. "Though you do seem to keep chickening out.." Tomura trails off, leaving her taunt to do the work.

"S-sorry..." 

Damn, it didn't work. Stupid sorry syndrome fucking up Tomura's hard work.

"Nahh, just be a little more...bold." She's certain this one will work.

Midoriya turns around, Tomura's hands leaving her body. Her eyes are light with realization and Tomura has to consciously keep from spreading her legs any further in anticipation. 

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yeah-" Tomura's voice is so breathy that she shocks herself. She really wants Midoriya.

Midoriya doesn't even wait for Tomura to finish her answer, hand grabbing the back of Tomura's neck as her mouth takes advantage of Tomura's open one.

It couldn't have been more than half an hour since they last kissed, but Tomura missed it. Both their lips were swelling, Tomura could feel it. The sensation only makes the kiss even more pleasurable.

There's a tongue pushing into her mouth and, at the same time, one of her legs is being lifted over Midoriya's shoulder. She can feel water start to run over her knee, down her leg and onto Midoriya's shoulder. The grip on her neck tightens as Midoriya stabilizes them and it sends pleasurable shivers down Tomura's spine. 

Tomura tenses as she feels Midoriya's knee rub against her clit—so sensitive in the period still coming off an orgasm—as Midoriya's other hand climbs into her hair to pull Tomura's head until it's tilted up and Midoriya is shoving her tongue further into Tomura's mouth, almost making her gag on it, her eyes watering a little.

It makes Tomura realize that Midoriya really isn't the only one who likes it rough.

She moans and Midoriya seems to take it as a cue to keep going. Her other hand leaves Tomura's leg over her shoulder to cup her breast and Tomura pushes up into her hand while Midoriya's thigh rocks back and forth against Tomura's wetness.

Tomura wants more, she loves being kissed to the point where she can't even breathe. She loves being trapped against the wall like this in the shower as if neither of them could wait to get out because they didn't want to.

Then Midoriya is pulling off her mouth, leaving Tomura to chase her lips, whimpering gasps of arousal leaving her own.

Tomura's hands go up to try to pull Midoriya back to her, but Midoriya pins them against the wall behind her. It leaves Tomura feeling oddly vulnerable, like a fruit ripe to be picked and thoroughly enjoyed. At Midoriya's mercy.

"So," Midoriya presses a kiss against Tomura's chin before continuing, "pretty." one on her neck, "Wanna," her lower neck, "fuck you so bad." her collarbone, "Till you can't even," the topmost part of her breast, "think."

Tomura moans again and Midoriya's hand leaves her neck to hold Tomura's breast before her mouth latches onto the tit.

It doesn't feel that different, other than the idea of Midoriya's mouth being on her sending pleasure to her pussy as Midoriya's thigh continues that tortuously slow, high-pressured pace. Then Midoriya is sucking it between her teeth, enough for the tongue to flick against the tip of her tit, biting softly enough for the pleasure to make her pussy pulse against Midoriya's thigh. 

Her hand drops to Tomura's pussy and she pushes a finger in as she sucks Tomura's breast, thigh now resting between Tomura's ass-cheeks. It'd be uncomfortable if it weren't so pleasurable to have any part of Midoriya touching her.

"Fuck. Yeah. Midoriya, yeah." Tomura pants out encouragement, only able to form a few basic words with how pleasure-addled her mind feels. "Good. So good."

Midoriya groans around her tit and Tomura can feel the heat from it. She can feel it as Midoriya sucks a little more, bites a little harder in response. How her finger finds that spot and presses, making Tomura gasp at the pleasure.

She's reduced to a moaning mess of, "Yeah,"'s, "Fuck,"'s, and "Midoriya,"'s as Midoriya keeps going. Pushing, rubbing, sucking, biting, making Tomura shudder more and more until it grows violent as she reaches orgasm. It feels so good and even better when Midoriya's mouth is back on hers, tongue pushing into it as their moans mix. She rides it out on Midoriya's thigh, leg clenching Midoriya's shoulder between her thigh and calf as the stretch becomes painful after her orgasm. 

Midoriya lets her leg drop softly to the ground, releasing the hands above Tomura's head that had begun to grow tired from their position. She pulls her finger out and pushes it between their connected mouths. It tastes like that apple cider that Kurogiri got once for her. A not-unpleasant mix of salt and vinegar and Midoriya's finger in her mouth with Midoriya's lips pulling away from her own.

Tomura pants around Midoriya's finger in her mouth, licking off her own juices. The idea is hot, but she's burnt out, coming off another orgasm.

She opens her eyes to stare into Midoriya's own, catching a soft smile on her face that seemed like she'd allowed herself to stop holding the weight of the world for a bit, to be content in the moment. She doesn't want to let that smile leave Midoriya's face.

She's smitten.

Midoriya is holding out her hand again, and Tomura could get used to taking it. She grabs it and Midoriya pulls them up before grabbing the shampoo and handing it to Tomura. "You do my hair; I'll do your body?"

In lieu of a verbal answer—Tomura isn't sure she can make one right now—she nods her head, grabbing the soap to give Midoriya before taking the shampoo. 

They wash in silence for a few minutes, Tomura still too spacy to have coherent thoughts about everything going on before they take turns rinsing. 

She is still dazed when Midoriya lets out a gasp as the shower stream hits her. "Oh my god, my friends-"

Tomura tilts her head in question.

"I was at the mall with my friends, we were supposed to be shopping together but then they all left and-"

Midoriya's breathing is getting heavier, so Tomura reaches out a hand, letting it hover over Midoriya's shoulder before setting it down softly.

"It hasn't been that long, they're probably still there."

"My phone-did it fall into the sewer? How did the ground even disappear anyway, was it your quirk? But it's a five-point activation...unless it awakened? But that only happens in really high emotion...al situations..." Midoriya trails off, flushing. Tomura chooses not to think about her theories right now. She's already embarrassed herself enough as it is and any thoughts on her quirk will not be ending well.

"I'll get Kurogiri to get your phone once we finish our shower."

"Right! Sorry!"

Tomura smiles softly, the apologizing is growing on her a little. "It's fine."

They keep washing in silence until Midoriya's unease gets the better of her, "What were you doing at the mall anyway?"

"Shit day. Needed a break or I was gonna dust someone."

Midoriya's face pales a little as if remembering that this was a villain she was talking to.

Tomura follows up her words, "Kidding. Maybe. Would you stop me?"

"I'd have to try; I can't let anyone die." Midoriya's eyes narrow.

The declaration sends sparks through Tomura and fuck. Midoriya's ruined her, hasn't she. Every time she has to fight Midoriya, she's going to think about fucking her. Hopefully Midoriya isn't her final boss or anything.

"Yeah, you do that."

They've finally finished rinsing, so Tomura squeezes out her hair a little and gets out of the shower, pausing to watch Midoriya do the same behind her through the mirror. Yeah, shit, Midoriya's definitely ruined her. 

"I will." Midoriya steps out behind her and Tomura tosses a towel to the hero before grabbing one for herself. She takes her phone off the counter and texts Kurogiri. A warp gate opens and out comes Midoriya's phone along with sewage-soaked clothes. Ew.

Tomura texts him again as Midoriya plugs her nose, tossing the clothes and her backpack in the sink, muttering something about thanking God for it being waterproof, before filling it with water.

A pair of matching black shorts and t-shirt come through the warp gate this time. "Here." Tomura grabs Midoriya's attention before tossing a set to her. 

As they dress, Tomura comments, "Now we match." with a grin on her face.

Midoriya blushes—Tomura will never get tired of seeing her cheeks turn red (on either end)—and lets out a small, "Yeah." Not unenthusiastic, more embarrassed.

Midoriya grabs her phone off the counter too, wiping it off with a wet towel before checking her messages.

Would it be invasive to lean over her shoulder and look? Maybe. Does Tomura care? Nah.

Tomura leans over Midoriya's shoulder and whistles, "Wowww, you're so popular, you got a whole message while we were gone...uh...an hour and a half? Yeah, an hour and a half...Huh, it's been a bit."

Midoriya pouts as she texts back something about getting caught up in browsing hero merch shops. "At least I got a message."

"Low blow," Tomura pouts, her tone completely unconvincing, "And here I thought your friends were gonna be soo worried for you that we had to hurry our shower up."

Midoriya sticks her tongue out, "It can't hurt to be safe."

"Yeah yeah."

They pause to stare at each other before they break eye contact, both blushing at the memories of a few minutes prior.

"....Hey Tomura, where are we? I don't have service."

"Switzerland."

"...What do you mean Switzerland? The embassy?"

"Nope."

"You don't mean...Oh my god we're in Switzerland aren't we. Why are we in Switzerland?"

"Pretty landscapes and nice hotels."

"Ah. Fair enough. I guess with a warper, staying anywhere is fine."

"Yup."

Tomura glances back at Midoriya to see a mixed expression of exasperation and dumbfoundation on her face. It's a cute look. Midoriya could absolutely pull off dumb blond if she were blond or dumb.

"That's why I only have one message, cause my service cut out like half an hour ago."

"Sureee, that's why." She's just too teasable, how could Tomura help it?

Midoriya pouts and fuck why does she have to look so damn cute all the time? It's not good for Tomura's health.

"Could Kurogiri drop me off? Preferably in Japan? A hero merch store in the mall would be nice if he's willing...?"

"Yeah, Kurogiri can do that." Tomura pulls out her phone and googles hero merch stores in Kiyashi Ward. She sends Kurogiri the first one that pops up.

A warp gate opens up and it hits Tomura that oh. This is it.

Midoriya doesn't go through it immediately. She looks at Tomura and Tomura looks back. They stare for what feels like a while but still not ề̵̓n̸̂ơ̶̒u̵͌ğ̵̙̦h̵ before Midoriya clears her throat, "We shouldn't keep Kurogiri waiting..."

Denying it would be like admitting something and Tomura isn't ready to admit anything, nor is she ready for Midoriya to l̴̩̋̆͛̅̚͘e̷͔̘̲͌̉́̃a̶̯̳̙͎̍̏̇v̵̦̟̈́e̸̖͓̹̮̽̃̾̊̄̐̔̍͠. It į̵̥̟͈͋̅͑̈́͘͜͠ţ̷̞̦͖͇̀̈̈́̕͠c̷̪̿́̂̀͠͝h̷̭͈͙̤̾̽ě̴̢̲̻̤̖̩̐̉̏͘͠s̷̉͑͆͘͝. Kurogiri can absolutely be kept waiting, but that would mean admitting she wants Midoriya to stay. Which. N̸̮̟̩̦͂̔̅͒͑͠Ơ̵̢̢̙̜̖̺̠̦̳͚͈̔̓̅͆̎͐̕. So she replies, "Yeah."

Midoriya keeps looking back and Tomura w̶̢̧̛̭̦̼̐̋̾̾̾͘ą̴̖̖͛̔̽̈̑͠ͅn̸͊̓̍́t̵͒̄̐ŝ̸̍̈̉̐͝, but Midoriya breaks eye contact after a minute and ļ̸̰͍̬̭̜̋̿ē̷̠͈̭̠̞̯̤̤̗̪͔̲͐̏̑̅̂̓͝a̶͊̂́̐̒̂͠v̴̡̢̟͖̺̂̔͊̕͝͠é̶̉̽̎̋͝ș̴̢̜̗̞̹̭̭͇͉͓̮̟̾̓̐̈̂̃̉̿͘͜͠ͅ.

Something á̵̺̮̊͆̔͝͠c̶̻̗̐ĥ̴͑̅̌́͝é̷̌̽s̷̃ in Tomura at the silence.