What Himiko Craves

by Ulquiorra9000

Chapter 2: both at the same time (that's pretty hot)

Himiko just knew this moment was coming, and she was ready for it. The most popular girl on campus, Nejire Hado, was hosting this week's party at her apartment, everyone was welcome. And that was saying a lot, since the Hado family was loaded and Nejire had scored herself a pretty sweet place. But what Himiko didn't expect was -

"A request for my help?" Himiko asked slyly when Nejire cornered her after their biology class's lab let out that afternoon.

"I... well, yes," Nejire admitted. She blushed and glanced away. "Y-you see, this isn't just a party. I want to impress -"

Himiko clapped her hands together. "Mirio Togata!"

Nejire squeaked and clapped her hands over her mouth. "How did you know that? Is your quirk mind reading?"

Himiko scoffed. "If mind-reading was my quirk, I'd be a millionaire by now, surrounded by sex slaves and fanned like a Roman emperor. No, I just know how to read people."

"Well... I suppose that makes this easier," Nejire said, lowering her hands. She made a nervous giggle. "So, um... I just really want to make a good impression. Mirio is popular, you know. He's the baseball team captain, and I just get so tongue-tied around him. I don't want to mess this up."

"You sound like a junior high school loser."

Nejire pouted. "That's not very nice, Himiko!"

Himiko took hold of Nejire's shoulders. "I get the impression you wanna gently ease into this and test the waters. Right?"

Nejire's eyes lit up. "Exactly!"

Himiko slapped her just hard enough to make a point. "Wrong, bitch! Jump into the pool and show him what you got. Or you'll be doin' this when you're 75 and past your prime. Good luck, grandma."

"Do you have to tease me?"

"Honey, I'm not the prefecture's #1 matchmaker by babysitting! I rip away the facade to show people their own true selves." Himiko tenderly took Nejire's head in her hands and leaned in closer. Mmmmmm, this busty girl smelled so sweet, like lavender.

"Are... are you for real?" Nejire's bright, innocent eyes met Himiko's.

"Clear your schedule this evening, Nejire. I've got some homework for you."

"But I've already got some studying to do -"

"Hush. It's a hands-on lab session, and you're gonna get an A++."

"That's not even possible."

"Anything's possible. Now..." Himiko whispered a few bullet points into Nejire's ear, then scampered off before the other girl could protest. Now for the other 50% of this job.

"Oooooooh! Now that's a baseball!" Katsuko Bakugo howled with glee as Himiko stepped onto the practice field.

Mirio Togata, the campus star athlete, spread his arms wide and beamed. "I'm totally ready for this season. We're going to nationals, guys!"

Everyone cheered. Then they noticed Himiko.

"Run!" Eijiro Kirishima cried. The boys scattered, but Mirio remained. Oh, he was so innocent.

"Hey there, Toga," Mirio said casually as he slung his baseball bat over his shoulder. "Come to watch me play?"

"Nope!" Himiko skipped right over and patted her fist on Mirio's massive chest. "I've got a little suggestion for you, big boy."

"Oh, yeah? Is it to take a shower? I'm sorry, I really worked up a sweat today -"

Himiko shook her head. "Go to Nejire's house party tomorrow evening."

"I dunno... maybe? It'll be crowded," Mirio said. "I'm not much of a party guy outside the baseball diamond, honestly."

Himiko grinned toothily. "Make an exception, you lump. A lot is riding on this... so Nejire can ride on that." She gently cupped her hand on Mirio's excellent package.

Mirio made a squeal that was weirdly similar to Nejire's. "Hey now, that's kinda -"

"Think about it." Himiko held up a finger. "You haven't had a serious girlfriend since your third year in high school. The breakup was kind of nasty, and you felt awkward and insecure about it. You threw yourself into your studies and baseball practice a little harder than normal, and your social media posts have a vaguely bitter edge. You need this, Mirio. You need her."

Mirio's jaw hung open in shock. Damn, he was a cutie. "How in the world... who told you all that?"

"I hear things, I read things, I intuit things, and I blackmail people," Himiko told him with a peace sign for added smugness.

"You're like an information broker. Or a spy."

"I do it to help people. They always thank me later." Himiko giggled.

"They thank you for blackmailing them?"

"You know about Izuku and Ochaco Midoriya?"

"Oh, them!" Mirio beamed, his expression like a ray of sunlight. "I know those guys. Didn't they get married a little while back? It was the sweetest thing."

"Exactly. Guess who set 'em up?"

Mirio blinked. "No way."

"Yes way. I pitted Ochaco and Melissa Shield against each other to see which would emerge as the baddest bitch, and 24/7 access to Izuku's bedroom was the prize. Melissa got into a funk after that, but I helped her out."

"I can't believe it."

Himiko eyed Mirio's package. "I can't let another fine specimen go to waste, Mirio. Haul your butt to that party, and I'll give you more directions. I've already given Nejire hers."

Mirio swallowed. "What on earth is she going to do?"

"Don't ask her. I need this to be a surprise. It adds more oomph." Himiko turned and skipped away. "Better be there, or everyone's gonna know about your ill-fated trip to Shinjuku last month!"

"O-okay!"

*o*o*o*o*

"Who's ready for King's Cup?" Nejire cheered about twenty minutes into her rager of a party. She held up her drink in one hand, a pack of cards in the other as she hollered over the chattering crowd.

Nearly everyone cheered, and Himiko made her usual toothy smile. So far, so good: Nejire was the life of the party like usual, and so far, her inhibitions were peeling away like the layer of an onion. Mirio, meanwhile, was chatting it up with everyone around him, and he'd put away three beers already. Meanwhile, the crowd was made up of a fun mix of couples and singles. Denki and Mina were here (they practically majored in partying), Rikido Sato and Toru (they were so adorable), and somehow, Reiko had talked Fumikage into coming. Himiko saw lots of single-and-ready-to-hook-up friends here too, like Kirishima, Yuga Aoyama, Tsuyu (that was new), Sen Kaibara, and more.

"How do we play this? Ribbit," Tsuyu asked. "King's Cup?"

"Oh, it's hilarious," Nejire said with a wide smile. "I - oops!"

She dropped the cards, but Himiko knew it was on purpose. Like a good girl, Nejire bent right over, showing off that fine ass as she scooped up the cards. She even gave it a little wiggle as she went, and Himiko snorted when she saw Mirio watching with mingled confusion and horniness. He totally wasn't expecting that. But he wanted it.

It didn't hurt that Nejire was wearing criminally short jean shorts, either, and the lower third of her naked ass was visible from here. Not bad!

"Sorry about that," Nejire said with another giggle as she shuffled the cards. "All players, get in a circle. Come on!"

Ten people sat in that circle, and Himiko shoved Mirio right next to Nejire, so they'd get a little more intimacy around here. The public kind.

"Ah, I love a good game," Yuga said with a princely wink. "Le joue commence."

"You've never played a game like this, pretty boy," Toru teased him. "You better hang on for dear life! Ha ha!"

Yuga looked much more concerned.

"Okay, so these are the rules," Nejire said in a sing-song voice. "We take turns picking cards and do stuff based on what we draw. Most of it means drinking or doing crazy stuff. Not for the faint of heart!"

She clapped a suggestive hand on Mirio's shoulders and gave him fuck-me-hard eyes. "Now's your chance to back out, Mirio, in case you're chicken."

Mirio chuckled and puffed out his chest. "I'm the baseball team captain and I volunteer in a soup kitchen on the weekends. I fear no challenge."

"Oh, we'll see." Nejire playfully traced a finger along Mirio's jaw, then shuffled the cards one more time and confirmed that everyone had a hard drink in their hands.

Covertly, Nejire stole a glance at Himiko, who gave her a nod. It was on.

"Me first!" Toru, being her usual uninhibited self, swiped a card and showed the six of clubs. "Six is dicks! Got a cock, drink!"

Mirio burst out laughing. "Oh, that's hilarious!"

"Drink up, sissy," Himiko taunted him.

Like a good boy, Mirio drank his booze.

"Now me," Rikido said. He scored the ten of hearts.

Nejire clapped her hand together. "That's the categories card. Choose a category, and we all take turns naming something in that category. First person who fails to answer drinks."

Rikido cracked a wide grin. "Reasons to sleep with someone. One: nothing good on TV."

Half the room burst out laughing.

"What?" Rikido went red.

"You're so innocent, normally," Kirishima told him. "What the hell, man. And for my answer, spare condoms that are about to expire."

Mina raised her hand. "Breaking in a new mattress."

"Someone's about to go on a trip," Denki added.

Now it was Himiko's turn, and she leered at the entire crowd. "You amateurs. I've actually written down a complete list of answers to that question."

Rikido went pale. "How many reasons did you come up with?"

Himiko gave him a double peace sign. "Exactly 536."

"What the...!"

"Here's #144: revenge for stolen yogurt. As in, fucking your roommate's boyfriend if that bitch swipes your last yogurt."

Yuga Aoyama looked like he was caught robbing a bank. "I-I can't do this! Quelle horreur!"

Himiko slapped him on the back. "You could try #84 or #367 on my list. They're kinda tame."

"No... I must do this." Yuga clenched his fists and swallowed. "Because you're thrilled by the prospect of making a sex tape."

"Not bad, Yuga," Tsuyu said. "As for my answer: getting back at strict parents. Ribbit."

Himiko snorted. "I don't envy your home life."

Tsuyu stuck her tongue out, which was saying a lot.

Now it was Mirio's turn, and he went red as he glanced at Nejire seated to his left. "Um... well..."

Nejire beamed. "Come on, Mirio, you can do it. For me?" She licked her lips.

Himiko nodded with approval. The student was learning well.

"A reason... um..." Mirio wiped his brow. "To celebrate winning the college baseball championship."

Mina blew a raspberry. "You're always thinking with your bat, musclehead!"

Nejire wrapped her arms protectively around Mirio. "Hey, that's not true. We study together a lot, and he's brilliant."

"And that leads to...?" Mina asked suggestively.

Nejire smiled. "My reason to sleep with someone is to break up a study session."

Finally, it was Toru's turn. "To make up for being invisible!"

"Duh," Kirishima teased her.

Sato clapped his hands over his face. "This will never end. And Himiko is unstoppable with that list. I'll just concede this round and drink." And he did.

"Now me!" Kirishima dramatically took a card, then flexed his guns as he showed off the three of spades. "What's three?"

Nejire burst out laughing. "Sorry, Eijiro! Three is 'me.' You alone will drink."

"Lame!" Kirishima took his drink and passed things along to Mina.

"Woo hoo! Five! Bust a jive!" Mina got up and did a graceful dance move, then pointed at Denki. "Go!"

Everyone had to expand upon the dance routine as the game went, and Denki clumsily added to Mina's move and added a bit of the Robot. Himiko, meanwhile, did those two and added a fun twirl. Yoga Aoyama did a fine job adding his own bit, and then Tsuyu took her turn. And toppled right into Mirio in a drunken heap.

"I-I can't hold my liquor, guys," Tsuyu giggled, red in the face. "Sorry, Mirio! Ribbit, ribbit!"

"It's all right," Mirio said as he helped Tsuyu sit back up.

Himiko pointed. "She gotta drink, though! Whoever screws up dancing first drinks away!"

"I-I can do it," Tsuyu mumbled, and took her drink. Oh, that frog girl was so precious...

Denki took his turn and nailed the seven of diamonds, so everyone had to reach their hands to the heavens. The last to go was Mirio himself, and he laughed good-naturedly and took his drink.

Himiko took her turn next, and she resolved to speed things along. She covertly looked at her card (nine of hearts) and quickly slipped it back into the pile. "Queen! I ask a question, and that person asks someone else a question, and so on until someone takes too long to think of a question."

There was scattered applause.

Himiko jabbed a finger at Mirio. "Hey, baseball star! What kind of girls do you like?"

Everyone in the room went "ooooooh" as all eyes were diverted to the huge Mirio Togata.

"Oh! What a question," Mirio said with a nervous laugh, scratching his neck.

Nejire elbowed him. "Come on, big guy. Let's hear it. Please?" She batted her lashes.

Himiko leaned in closer to take all this in. They were so close...!

"I like girls who are really smart and funny, and those with a cool hobby, and girls who stand up for other people, and girls with a pretty laugh," Mirio summarized.

Himiko did some mental calculations. Ah-ha, that was a 78% match with Nejire! Close enough!

"That sounds like someone I know," Nejire cooed, running a hand down Mirio's beefy arm.

Mirio went red again. "D... do tell...! Ha ha!"

Himiko made a sour face. How long was this blond oaf going to drag things out? Didn't he even want to get laid?!

Mirio rubbed his hands together. "Based on what you said, Himiko, I can take a turn now. So let me ask you: what kind of boys do you like?"

Himiko grinned casually as everyone looked at her. "Hmmmm... I've mostly been into girls lately, but as for the boys... it's easy! I like boys who know what they want and go get it."

"Yeah! Go-getters are hot!" Mina cheered. "Find yourself a hero who can get things done, girls!"

Tsuyu, Reiko, and Toru voiced their agreement at once.

Mirio didn't seem to take the hint, though. Darn it. But she didn't want to tip her hand too hard, so she moved on to Toru for curiosity's sake. "When you want Rikido to finger you, do you have to grab his wrist and guide him to the target?"

"Yup! Every time!" Toru hooted. "Unless I'm in the mood to get poked in random places!"

The whole room burst out laughing.

On and on the game went, but Himiko was sure that Mirio was refusing to swing his bat, even though he was at home plate, so to speak. Well, shit. It was time for the coach to step in. Himiko waited until Mirio excused himself for the bathroom, then waited outside the door as the game raged on. Once Mirio came out, Himiko seized his wrist.

"What the..." Mirio said blankly.

Himiko dragged him to the designated make-out bedroom. "Come on, Mirio. We gotta talk."

Mirio's wrist slipped out, though, when he used that darned quirk of his. "Something's going on here," he said, narrowing his gorgeous blue eyes. "You've been hounding after me ever since you got here. And Nejire's being a little weird."

"Oh, get in here," Himiko said, stepping inside and motioning. Looking reluctant but curious, Mirio joined her and shut the door.

"Is something the matter?" Mirio asked. "You seem kinda upset. Can I help?"

Himiko patted Mirio's chest. "You've got a heart of gold. No wonder Nejire's into you."

Mirio went pink. "N-Nejire... hold on, what?"

"Don't give me that. She's been laying it on thick all evening."

"Sure, but she's always so friendly -"

"I know you checked out that ass."

Mirio went a shade redder. "She's... shapely."

"So why not hop on that train and get the pistons moving?"

"I don't know!" Mirio clapped his hands over his face. "Nejire's a really cool girl. But I'm occupied with getting into grad school next year, and with the baseball tournament, and my grandpa needs a lot of help when I've got free time..."

Himiko made a sympathetic noise. "You've got a lot on your plate. I get it. But it's time you had dessert first, sweet and savory."

Mirio lowered his hands with a tentatively excited look on his face. "I mean, I like the thought of going out with her... but gosh, it's so overwhelming. I don't know how to make a move! Maybe I should -"

"Hush." Himiko took a hold of her hulking friend and guided him to the bed. "What comes next is for your own good. Lie down."

"What the..." Mirio had about a hundred times Himiko's upper body strength, but he was a gentleman, and he let Himiko throw him right onto his back on the queen-sized bed.

Humming to herself, Himiko unzipped Mirio's jeans and slid them down a few inches, then started massaging his monster cock over the fabric of his boxers. She knew exactly how to wake that thing up with some proper kneading. "Oh, dear," Himiko teased him as she went. "All that flirting, and you didn't even get a boner? Either you're a huge chicken, or Nejire wasn't trying hard enough. And speaking of hard enough..."

Mirio glanced down at his 7.25" man-rod. "Himiko... what the hell?"

"Don't worry. I'm packing." Himiko grinned widely and threw off her top, revealing her lacy black bra. From her cleavage, she extracted a large condom, and she tore off the wrapper.

"You brought a...?"

"Hush, lover boy." Himiko pulled down Mirio's boxers just enough so his majestic boner (and balls) could pop out, and she fixed the condom right onto that meat.

"Himiko, I'm into Nejire!" Mirio yelped. He winced. "If I sleep with another girl, it's all over! Even if we've had a few drinks... I..."

Himiko put a shushing finger to Mirio's lips and climbed into position. "It ain't cheating, Mirio. I'm your love coach, and this is your warmup. If you can fuck me, you can fuck Nejire, too, and you'll know what to look forward to. She's a gorgeous girl with a great bod. You deserve her, and she deserves you."

Mirio finally relented. "My friends warned me that you're a psycho with a good heart. Is this what they meant?"

"They say a lot of things about me. Here goes."

Himiko's heart raced with excitement as she lifted her short skirt (no panties), grabbed hold of Mirio's throbbing man-rod, and eased it into her pussy.

"Oh, shit!" Himiko threw back her head and cried out in delight, clapping a hand over her mouth. She started rocking up and down on that magnificent meat, going faster and faster. Himiko felt herself bypassing the early, savory stages, leaping right into the good stuff. Mirio's dick felt incredible! There was no way she could pace herself at a buffet like this.

Mirio, meanwhile, seemed to be enjoying himself, too. He had a charming look of concentration on his face, and he reached up to hold Himiko's wide, curvy hips as Himiko kept rocking on him. Mirio started thrusting in earnest, his powerful muscles making this poor bed rock and creak like a shack in a storm.

"Mirio... aaaaahhh!" Himiko was in heaven, her mind flooded with ecstasy as she felt Mirio's boner poke even deeper into her, her every nerve on fire. She felt her skin becoming warm and slick with sweat, her breasts bouncing and jiggling in her bra, her toes curling with pleasure. She gasped for breath, and she felt herself starting to salivate with pleasure. Himiko didn't mind that she was actually drooling onto Mirio; in fact, that made it hotter, proving what a stud he was in the bedroom.

"Ah yeah... Mmmmmmmm..." Mirio was totally enjoying himself by now, his teeth bared as he gripped Himiko tighter, his dick managing to get even deeper into her. He was freakishly strong and well-muscled, but he had a tender touch, holding Himiko like she was a treasured flower. Heh heh... no flower was this dirty!

"Oh god... I'm gonna... M-Mirio...!" Himiko could hardly believe it. She was on the cusp of orgasm already? It had barely been two minutes! But this Greek god delivered pleasure by the truckload, and Himiko was helpless. She kept her hand clamped over her mouth as she reached orgasm, wailing with delight through her fingers. She trembled from head to toe as more waves of pleasure swept through her.

Mirio slowed down, and once Himiko was done, he eased his dick out of her and let it flop to the side. He helped Himiko lay down next to him, and he folded his hands behind his head in satisfaction.

"I... whew," Mirio said. "Himiko, that was..."

"Don't tell me... that was your... first?" Himiko panted. She was amazed she could get the words out at all.

"No, but..." Mirio wiped his brow. "Maybe... I'm ready for this after all. If I can survive you, I can survive anything. Right?" He beamed.

Himiko draped an arm across her forehead and said, "Big guy, it was me who survived you. Nejire is in for the time of her life. You gonna give it to her?"

"I can do it." Mirio sat up, giving a thumbs up to match his huge smile. "Himiko, I really like that girl, and I just want to make her happy. What was I so afraid of? I can do this."
"Good... to hear." Himiko huffed. She motioned. "Give it 20 minutes until you try to nail her. Start with some solid foreplay and first base stuff, okay? I'll be outta here in a minute."

"Roger that!" Mirio discarded the condom, then fastened up his boxers and jeans and leaped off the bed. He went to the door and grabbed the handle. "Hey, Himiko."

"What?"

"Thanks. I owe you."

"You don't owe me a thing." Himiko surprised even herself as she said it. Mirio, meanwhile, headed out.

It took Himiko a few minutes to collect herself. She gathered her top and retreated to the closet, shutting the door and preparing to listen in. Sure enough, it barely took 20 minutes for two the door to bang wide open, and Himiko heard two familiar voices, giggling and saying dirty words to each other.

Nejire, you bad bitch, Himiko thought as she heard Nejire outline exactly what she was going to do to her hulking lover. Himiko pressed her ear close to the closet door and made a small grin as the two lovers got down to the good stuff. They were like wild animals.

Himiko let out a contented sigh, but it sounded a little bitter to her ears. Why? Was it because Nejire had a happy future with Mirio to look forward to, while Himiko was on a fuck-and-forget basis? But that was her thing! It was hers!... by herself.

On a whim, Himiko checked her phone, and a text from Ochaco had appeared. It read What are you up to?

Himiko almost snorted. Being a married girl made Ochaco such a mom, and Izuku wasn't far behind. Himiko texted back Taking part in the fucktivities at Nejire's party. You WISH you were here! She hit send.

Ochaco didn't text back. Himiko wasn't surprised.

It took her awhile to finally leave that closet and covertly exit the apartment.