"Hizashi, I'm not some small girl you can just throw off. I'm a big girl and I've never done this before..." Yono trailed off, her insecurity plain as day by the way her thighs shook nervously. Hizashi patted her thighs lovingly as he looked up at her from his precarious position before shrugging his shoulders to the best of his ability;

"If I die, I die." He laughed. A worthy death. Suffocated between the thighs of a goddess. I'll go down in history. Haha! Go down in history.

"I could lay down if you wa- OoOooOooooOhhhhhh fuuuuuck. " - Every single cognitive thought Yono could have had was dashed the moment his tongue touched her slit for the first time. He pushed her panties to the side and dove in tongue first, delving between her sopping folds, immediately seeking out the sweet bundle of nerves that would drive her insane.

Her fingernails dug into the leather headboard as she rolled her hips against his ravenous mouth, mewling as his tongue circled her clit over and over again. "Fuck, just like that..." His fingers reach between her thighs to attempt to probe her further but struggled against the stupid fucking Hawks panties in his way. Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol that he'd drank earlier in the night that clouded his judgement for his next act, or maybe he was just feeling petty: he growled out in frustration against Yono's cunt as his hands took hold of the fabric on the right side of her hip, pulling the dainty undergarment apart at the seams and ripping them.

"Did you just rip my fucking panties!?" Yono yelled, looking down to see what the fuck Hizashi had done. The right side of her panties were ripped clean apart. He pulled his mouth away from her sex and went to give the same treatment to the left side;

"Yep. Stupid Hawks panties in my way. I'm just tryna please my girl!" Yono didn't have the chance to retort as he made quick work of the left side, ripping the fabric clean off of her before returning back to ravishing her with his mouth. His left hand held onto her hip as his right trailed down to delve his index and middle finger into her tight pussy, eliciting a moan from her from above. Her moan of delight turned into a groan of frustration as she realized her brand new panties were destroyed by her clearly jealous lover. Her frustrations were soon swept away as his fingers dug inside of her and flexed in a come-hither motion against her g-spot, drawing a sharp cry from her mouth. He ceased his motions with his tongue and smiled against the fleshy mound of her pussy;

"Oh, you like that, sweet thing? You like my fingers inside you?" - She whined with disappointment at the lack of his tongue against her. His left hand smacked against her ass as he chuckled. - "Don't worry, sweetheart. I can do this all night. Now tell me, you like when I move my fingers like that?"

"Yes!" - He wiggled his fingers again, making her bite her lip to suppress the uncouth noise that tried to escape. - "Please, Hizashi, don't stop with your mouth. It feels too good…"

"Alright, sweetheart. Don't worry. Lemme take care of you." He dives right back in, lapping at her folds with purpose. Her reaction was immediate as she curled forward to rest her head on the headboard. She looked down between her breasts and watched as Hizashi ate her out. His eyes were closed and his nose rested on her as his mustache and mouth were hidden underneath her. The wet lewd noises her pussy made as he ate her up were sinful and the moisture on his face was evident as it shone down his jaw. His eyes shoot open and stare at her, the movements of his mouth unchanged as he holds her gaze. The blush on her cheeks growing even darker at the scandalous action. He pulled away from her clit with a pop and smirked at her, his mustache and mouth covered in her essence.

"Remember how you called me a loud mouth?" - Yono nodded, panting through parted lips. - "I haven't shown you exactly what it can do."

Hizashi wiggled his eyebrows mischievously at Yono and removed his fingers from inside her, opting to wrap his arms around her thighs to dig into the soft supple flesh surrounding his head, before he started pushing the entire lower half of his face into the folds of her pussy. His nose sat against her clit as his tongue plunged into her aching hole. Yono went to throw her head back but was stopped when Hizashi slapped his hands against her thighs. - "Look at me." - He demanded. Yono looked back down at him immediately and nearly came apart just by the intense look in his eyes as he proceeded to ravage her by tongue-fucking. His tongue continued to intrude upon her throbbing cunt, rubbing against her inner walls and pushing into her as far as possible.

But then he released a long and impossibly deep moan and Yono was shook. Her whole body shuddered as her insides were assaulted with deep vibrating shocks that echoed throughout her entire nervous system.

The absurd sounds he made against her pussy were drowned out by her screams of ecstasy as the vibrations from his quirk shook through her core, milking her orgasm for all it was worth.

Yono's hands detached from the headboard, leaving an indentation in the upholstery, as she freed Hizashi's head from between her thighs. She plopped herself beside him on the bed, sprawling out as she caught her breath.

She stretched out, her fingers and toes pointed outwards as she groaned in happiness. The red spots on her knees showcasing just how long she had ridden Hizashi's face. Hizashi sat up and rubbed her stomach lovingly with a teasing smirk on his face.

"Wha- what the fuck did you just do?" Yono was absolutely gone, she saw stars, but she couldn't help but ask. Hizashi smiled smugly as his ego swelled;

"I basically just bass-boosted my voice at a low enough volume and pitch that made you Knock on Heaven's Door!"

Yono didn't even have enough energy to show displeasure at the horrible pun as she nodded, accepting the answer. She couldn't complain, she just got an orgasm that knocked her on her ass.

"You need to sleep the rest of this off. Plus… you owe me some morning sex from last time." He chuckled and playfully added, the bed dipping as he made his way to his bathroom to clean himself off; "maybe a wakeup call is in order."

Yono imagined waking up to his face between her thighs, devouring her sweet pussy, and whined in anticipation. Suddenly, her eyelids felt as though they were being weighed down with a boulder. Pussy eating put her ass to sleep, now she's calling him Nyquil. Her tired, drunk delusions put her into a small fit of giggles;

"Maybe an encore? Waking up with your head between my legs would be a dream."

Hizashi's eyes widened at the possibilities with this new information about his romantic interest; somnophilia was a kink that was both overlooked and misconstrued; he surely didn't expect her to also have that kind of desire. But damn if he wasn't excited; his cock twitching in excitement. He finished in the bathroom and came out with a grin;

"So you're up for- aaaand she's out cold. " Hizashi deadpanned, his eyes taking in Yono's knocked out form in the middle of the bed. Her body sprawled out like a starfish, likely the most unattractive pose, but yet he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. He quietly tiptoed back to the bed, climbing in beside her as he pulled the covers over them both. He debated with himself about cuddling up to her sleeping form but decided against it due to the fact he just didn't want her to wake up and demand the next round. He already went too far, but damn if he didn't enjoy watching her lose herself.

He instead opted to burrow himself in the blankets and rest his head on his arm; watching Yono for a minute or two before drifting off to sleep himself.

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Yono woke up a few hours later to the feeling of hair on her face. She sputtered, pulling the offending hair from her mouth, before reaching up to rub the sleep from her eyes. After a couple of seconds to give her eyes time to adjust to the darkness, she was finally able to make out the figure lying next to her. She pushed the covers of the bed off of their bodies to make more sense of the situation.

Her eyes focused on his face first, the constantly smiling Hizashi now sporting a relaxed look, making her smile at how peaceful he seemed. She continued with her evaluation of the sleeping man beside her, her eyes locked onto the subtle abs that were on full show as the white t-shirt he'd put on for bed had risen as he slept. Yono's eyes grazed over his form and came to rest on his maroon boxers, her eyes zeroed in on where the faint outline of Hizashi's cock sat. She felt herself clench as her arousal returned full-force. She suddenly remembered their earlier conversation regarding wake up calls and had the most devious plan. She shuffled closer and began palming his cock through his boxers, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he hardened under her touch. Staring at his face, she watched his expression change as her fingers dipped into the waistband of the boxers to gently push them down. His semi-erect cock lay on his pelvis, twitching ever so slightly as Yono's fingers trailed down the underside of his length. Hizashi's mouth slackened, his breathing becoming more irregular as he became more stimulated.

Two birds with one stone; returning the favor from earlier and making good on my promise.

Hizashi couldn't remember the last time he'd had a wet dream this realistic; Yono straddling his hips and grinding herself along his shaft, the wetness feeling all too real to him. Then his eyes shot open in surprise at the feeling of himself bottoming out.

Oh, shit. That's not a dream.

His hands darted to her hips in an attempt to both steady her on top of him and to gather his bearings. He blinked rapidly to focus on the succubus on top of him. She looked down at him, grinning like a cheshire cat, as she raised her hips before quickly dropping down back down on his cock;

"Did somebody order a wake up call?"

"Are you- Oh fuck. " Hizashi couldn't even argue as she rolled her hips, his hard cock rubbing against her inner walls just so. He wasn't wearing a condom, he could tell, but it felt too fucking good for him to care then. He sat mesmerized, watching her impale herself on him repeatedly. There was something about watching his dick disappear inside of her that just made him feel a whole new sense of arousal. He held his left hand on her hip as his right trailed up to fondle her left bouncing breast, his finger rolling the erect nub between his nimble fingers. She moaned as her hips started moving more frantically against his, causing him to tense and throw his head back against the pillows with a gasp.

"Do you wanna cum, Hizashi?" Yono teases as she rocks her hip, the tip of his cock tapping against her cervix. His head shot up in disbelief at her words;

"Oh, don't you play that game with me." Hizashi's eyes narrowed, daring her to retort.

"I'm sorry, who's on top?" She slows her movements, circling her hips sinfully slowly while he's bottomed out, and Hizashi growls at her before bucking his hips abruptly, ripping a high-pitched whine from her lips as his cock digs itself deeper inside of her.

"Unless you plan on tying me down." - He cracks his hips upwards again for good measure, making her cry out as he slams against her core. - "And as long as I can move my own hips, I'm still in control here, sweet thing."

"That's not fair, I-" He bucked his hips again, laughing cruelly as she threw her head back with a wail.

"For now, I think I'll just enjoy the show." - He takes her hands in his, lacing his fingers with hers to give her more stability. He pulls her down so that she's bracing herself on his hands on either side of his head and he growls in her face; - "You may be my composer, but I'm your producer. That means I'm always in control, even when I don't look like I am, ya dig?"

"godfuckingdammit" - Yono muttered under her breath before capturing his lips in another hard kiss. - "You are so fucking sexy when you talk like that, Hizashi."

His heart soared as he kissed her back lovingly; once he released her lips he pops an eyebrow at her before pushing her back up into upright position, rolling his hips back into hers to encourage her to continue.

"Don't leave the audience waiting, baby."

Yono resumes her previous demonstrations, bouncing on his thick cock. His hands aren't able to stay anywhere for long. He can't get enough of her. Her ample breasts heaving with every movement, her broad hips rolling against his in the most sinful of ways , her juicy ass slapping against his thighs; none of them safe from his wandering hands. Tweaking her puffy pink nipples, digging his fingers into her fleshy hips, pawing at her ass with determination as he helped her grind even harder onto him.

Hizashi's hand reached for her throat, but she slapped him and grabbed his hands, pinning him down as she rode him more vigorously than before. His quirk-amplified voice stuttering through clenched teeth as he reacted;

"I thought I told you-" He sputtered breathlessly before he was interrupted by Yono kissing him roughly, biting his lip and letting it go with a satisfied hum.

"You wanna fill me with your cum, Hizashi?" - Her hips started moving faster, frantically searching for something more. Hizashi growls wildly, his throat vibrating uncontrollably as he breathes through his nose. - "Ask for it."

Something inside of Hizashi snapped and with a shout of pure unadulterated passion, he flipped her over onto her back next to him. He pinned her down with ease due to her newfound state of disarray, wrenching her thighs apart with purpose. With a single thrust, he fully sheathed himself inside of her weeping cunt. His hand shot up to her throat, pinning her down even further as his fingers splayed across her jugular. He leaned in close and his hot breath fanned out over her face;

"I'm going to fucking ruin you." - Hizashi's usual bright green eyes are dark and crazed with lust, his two-toned irises more defined now than ever. The emotion in his eyes seemingly more threatening than the words coming from his mouth. - "Now I have to put you back in your place."

Hizashi's thrusts are intentionally forceful, borderline painful with how his cock assaulted the inner walls of Yono's throbbing cunt. He leaned back onto his haunches, grasping her forearms with his calloused hands, holding her still as he pistoned inside of her. Everything shook; the bed slapping against the wall, her body dramatically trembling as she howled in ecstasy, his chest heaving as he growled out from above her like an uncaged animal.

"Just like that!" - He let go of her right forearm to hike her leg up from under her knee and smack her ass, receiving a cry from underneath him. - "Squeeze me just like that, fuck. God, so fucking wet for me."

He continued to pound her into the mattress, his hair coming out of the messy bun and cascading down his back and over his shoulder.

"You wanna cum, Yono? You wanna cum all over me just like you did earlier when you rode my face?" - She nodded desperately, her hands reaching up to touch any part of him that she could. He slapped her hands away and gave her ass another hard smack. - "No no, answer the question."

"Yes! I want to cum! Please!" Since he wouldn't let her touch him, she opted to fondle her heaving breasts, pinching her nipples between her manicured fingers.

"Oh, yeah baby. Nipples too. God, I love watching you touch yourself. Fucking beautiful." - He hooked the other leg over his arm and leaned over her, bracing himself on the mattress as he continued to fuck her senseless. - "Tell me you want my fucking cum."

She reached her hands up to gather his hair in her hands behind his head, biting down her own moans of pleasure. He leaned down and got in her face; "Tell me or I'll stop."

"I want your cum, Hizashi! I want you to fill me up with it, cover me in it, whatever you want! Just please please please don't stop!"

"You want it? You want my cum inside you?" His thrusts started sputtering before he finally cracked his hips against hers one final time before crumbling on top of her; "Fucking take it! "

Yono was suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of being filled with his sticky warm cum as his muscles spasmed against her thighs. He sighed out in relief as he braced himself on his elbows above her to cover her in kisses.

He was afraid that if he stopped kissing her, he might say something he wasn't ready to say.

So he kept kissing her until his lungs couldn't handle anymore and he plopped down beside her. They lie there gasping for air, gathering their bearings, until Yono decided to get out of the bed;

"W-where you goin?" Hizashi rolled over, lazily trying to get Yono back into the bed and into his arms. She giggled at him as she waddled to the bathroom;

"Cleaning up. I'll be right back."

He was out cold by the time she was finished. His hair fanned out over the pillows and his shoulder as he stayed in the same position he was in when she left; laying on his side reaching for her.

Yono tiptoed over to the bed and noted the time on her cellphone; 4:44AM.

I mean… it's already morning… There's no point in me staying any longer, right?

But then she really looked at him. She saw the happiness that he made her feel. The security she felt when she was in his arms. The way he made her heart race when he would call her his little composer. The way he made her feel so confident in herself when they made lo-

…

No. Not that. It's not like that.

She could see her escape route laid out in front of her clear as day.

Put on your clothes, Yono. Put on your fucking clothes and jump out the window. It's only the 8th floor. Your cloud can handle getting you down from here. Just do not get into that fucking bed.

Her feet shuffled her closer.

Do not put yourself in that position. You've already done this shit before, Yono. Don't fucking do this to yourself.

Her sore knees made contact with the sweaty sheets.

He's your co-worker. Don't. Fucking. Do. It. You don't have Nighteye to get you out of it again if you do this to yourself.

Even dead asleep, Hizashi still knew to open his arm and draw Yono in closer to his chest.

You dumb bitch.

Her arms wrapped around his midsection as her nose sought out his collarbone. His embrace was so much warmer than any blanket could have provided.

She felt whole. Her music sheet was filled with passionate undenying desire for the man that held her in his arms at that moment.

And despite earlier intrusive thoughts;

 There was nowhere else she would rather be.