Izuku stared at his phone as primal urges crept through his mind, slowly asserting not only their presence but their control; there had been only a handful of times that he could say that this had happened to him. The debut of Mt. Lady when she was standing over him and the crowd posing for pictures, the night after a grappling lesson from Midnight … was the most prominent and recent. But as he was about to be swept away by these primal urges, his nerd mind flared. Are we supposed to respond in some fashion?
Then, like all the most intelligent people on the planet, he turned to the internet for his answer; he was hesitant to respond in the manner suggested—a picture of his…member. Thankfully, Izuku, being a true nerd, dug deeper and was not surprised to find a self-help book, The Guide to Flirting by Midnight. He was stunned. He had never heard of this before, but if he was going to read any book by his professor on the subject, it had to be the rated R heroine, though he was nervous about taking said advice. He bought the book and even paid for the app. Four thousand Yen later, Izuku began to research his topic.
"DO NOT SEND A DICK PICK UNLESS REQUESTED!"
Well, it's a good thing I bought the book. He thought. He was surprised by how the book talked about the importance of trust in sending any nude or suggestive photo to someone, outlining how such things could be used against you in the future and that it was essential to trust the person you were sharing such intimate things with. Turning to his app, he logged in and searched the topic, answered, and responded in kind if you felt comfortable doing so. If you choose to do so, save the photo to a secure and password-protected file deep in the system.
The book and the app had excellent instructions for both men and women on taking the best photo and even a great tutorial video. Sadly, Izuku did not have any baby oil to make his muscles shine, but it did suggest a quick workout to get a natural sheen going. That he could do, locking his door, he stripped off his shirt and began to do some pushups and crunches, followed by sit-ups. He kept reviewing the video of how to take the photo as he did so; once he was prepared, he followed the instructions, set the timer, and posed as the camera snapped pictures.
He sat on his bed, scrolling through the photos, attempting to find the best one, but he was hesitant. His body was scared—his arms, his torso, everything except his face. He knew his scars bothered some people, and they bothered him. There were reminders of his failure to control One for All, but not all of them…
He looked at the one on his hands—he got those for Shoto. A few on his arms—those were from the USJ. The stomach was actually from Himiko, his back during the fights in the forest. The forearms were from when those tendrils manifested. His back shielded Tsu from when a wall collapsed during a training accident. The burn marks….
Would Himiko find him disgusting? Would she be repulsed? What if it made her not want to be with him? Would she turn to villainy, or could he still help her? The thought of her rejecting him, which bothered him, having been rejected and shunned his whole life, had left a different type of scar. When Ochaco had done so, it just hurt so badly; how could he have misread the entire situation like that? Ochaco didn't owe him anything; he knew that, but it didn't take the sting of being rejected before he could even get it out. What he would say was apparent, and she wasn't having any of that.
Then there was Himiko, this wild blonde bombshell that had stabbed him in the gut and then was kissing him and professing her love moments later; the emotional whiplash was something else. But the look in her eyes when she asked for love, the passion and desire he felt from her when they kissed, this sense of devotion and caring. Himiko may be a bit unstable, but she was willing to risk her life, her friend's life, and everything just for a chance at love. If she was willing to risk everything for him, make him feel wanted and desired…and send him such a photo, then he had to put his faith in her and send her back. It was what the book, the app, and all his online research said he should do, but it was also something he wanted to do. Share something with someone who cared for him, someone willing to jump (metaphorically) off a building, bringing her friends with her, not because she believed she could fly, but because she believed he would catch her. She placed her faith in him, and he owed her just as much.
Izuku: Words cannot describe how beautiful you are. Nor can I say what it means that you are willing to share something so special with me. I hope you like my return gift.
Himiko lay on the bed in the blissful haze of young love, she had longed to reach between her legs to release the ache that had been damned up since she had encountered her love, but she had restrained herself; she would wait until he broke that damn, the anticipation of when he would grant her that release was such a sweet ache. It had been over an hour since she had sent the photo, and she was not expecting her phone to alert her of a message. She reached to the bedside table to retrieve her phone and giggled when she saw his name and two notifications. When she opened them, she was unprepared; her phone slipped from her hand and bopped her directly in the face. She didn't even register the pain as she scrambled to grab the phone.
She read the words a dozen times, each word she attempted to engrave on her soul. Then there was the photo, SWEET BABY DRACULA! She thought. He was shirtless and glistening, and his muscles were clearly defined, but these scars existed. These sweet, sexy scars that littered his body she needed to know their stories; she longed to trace her fingers along them, lick every single one. She knew he was tough and strong, but to see the testaments of his resolve there etched upon his body was something else.
Himiko: My god, baby, you are so fucking hot! Your body makes me want to touch and lick every inch of you. Thank you!
Himiko kept staring at the photo and rereading his text, the dam was going to get a hole punched in it tonight. Himiko laid back, her eyes locked on the screen as her hand slid between her legs. She imagined him coming to her window, her letting him into her room. No words passed as he slipped off his shirt and pulled her tight; his lips found hers as his passion washed over her, making her knees tremble. He knelt before her, removing the last of her clothes; his strong hands rubbed up her legs to her thighs as his lips planted delicate kisses along the same trail. She closed her eyes; she could feel his breath on her sex, his kisses along the inside of her thighs. Gently, he laid her back on the bed, positioning himself between her legs; the first gentle kiss on her outer lips sent a shudder of pleasure through her that was compared to nothing else.
More gentle kisses followed as she entangled her fingers in his hair, rocking her hips against him, begging for more. His tongue traced her opening, a new level of pleasure; then it parted her lips, running from the bottom up to her clit, where it began to dance, leading her in a waltz of ecstasy. As his tongue danced over her clitoris, then he kissed and sucked on her pleasure center, she felt his finger dancing at her entrance, and with a moan and plead, she begged him to enter her. When his finger slid inside, she nearly came at that simple act. He moved slowly, deliciously inside her; somehow, he knew her magic spots; when his finger curled upward, she saw stars. Her whole world exploded as she orgasmed. Was it words or screams that filled the room as he masterfully brought her to a higher state of being she didn't know? She felt the pressure release; the dam exploded all over his face; she felt his mouth clamp over her sex as he drank every sweet, gushing drop of her nectar.
Once she felt herself returning from the stars, she begged him to allow her to please him, but he denied her. He told her that she was at his temple tonight and that he was a priest. Tonight, he planned to pray and show his devotion to the temple to the beautiful goddess that held his heart. She felt his kisses trailing up her body, across her stomach to her chest, and then his lips found hers. She could taste herself, taste the desire he had for her; then he slid into her; he claimed his goddess as she called out in pleasure.
"We are leaving that alone, right?" Spinner said, opening another beer.
"You can go check on that if you like," Magni said, doing the same.
"Nope!" he responded as he turned up the volume on the television.
Not far away, Izuku lay on his side, staring at her photo, feverishly whispering her name as he finally succumbed to his primal urge.
A Day Apart
Izuku woke up a bit later than usual but was relieved he could remove all evidence of his nocturnal activities and get his sheets into the washer with no one the wiser. Inko, on the other hand, had just washed his sheets before he came home from the hospital, but rather than question her son, she chose to play ignorant of the situation.
A quick breakfast saw the duo venturing into the world; Inko reminded her son to send a good morning message to his girlfriend, explaining that a girl like Himiko would like to know that he was thinking of her first thing in the morning. A simple Good Morning Himiko message was sent as they descended the stairs of their apartment, ready to venture off into the world.
An embarrassing but necessary trip to the doctor was first on the agenda; Izuku did his best to keep his composure as this doctor had been his doctor for most of his life. Her gentle smile and smirk as they discussed his reason for being there was almost enough to make him flee, but he went into hero mode and made it through the initial awkwardness. By the end, he was thankful that he had come, as Dr. River put him at ease and treated him like an adult, keeping the conversation light but underlining the seriousness of the next phase of his life, of protecting not only himself but his partner, not just from pregnancy but of the possibility of STD's and how she still recommended that he still wear a condom for such matters.
If he chooses not to, then his partner and he should have a health screening at least every three months to ensure a clean bill of health. She showed him how to access his medical chart so he could share his clean bill of health with his partner or partners. She expressed the value of open and honest communication, especially in a sexual relationship, and that anything he discussed with her was strictly private in these regards unless his life was in danger as he was still a minor. A quick shot was all that was needed before he was sent on his way.
Inko just smiled when he emerged, and then it was time for her to torture her son, clothes shopping truly. He protested, but one imperial glare was all it took for him to cave. She was aware of his date for tomorrow and was not about to allow him to dress himself for this occasion. The thought of his shirt that read "Formal Shirt" in kanji danced through her head. When she confronted him regarding this fear, his lack of denial confirmed that she had made the right choice.
Despite his dislike of shopping, it was fun just spending the day with his mother; she talked to him about his planned date, offering him advice and helping him think of things to do. He protested as she pilled clothes onto him, but she wouldn't have any of them; instead of one outfit, he had six. After a haircut and stopping at the gift store, he walked out with blood-drop earrings. They were more costume than genuine jewelry pieces, but they were silver.
He stood looking at his hair in a shop window. The messy mop was cut short, and the sides shaved down, giving him more control and an actual style than he usually had. The stylist even went into detail on how to maintain and style his hair, leaving him confident he could keep the style on his own. A late lunch followed as he followed his mother to a real estate agent's office.
"Are we moving?" he asked.
"I have been saving for years now, and I think I would like to get us a little house," Inko replied. "It is a good time to buy, and I have been putting this off for too long."
"A house would be nice," he responded, looking at the listings.
"I was thinking something with a yard so my grandchildren have a place to play," Inko said playfully.
"MOM!" he whined, blushing.
"I am only half teasing," Inko replied. "The apartment is nice, but with all that is going on with you and your life, a bit of privacy would be nice and something I can leave behind when I am gone."
"Mom," his voice came out concerned.
"I am not going anywhere anytime soon," she said, pulling him close. "But you are racing to the future, and I want to do my part for that future; maybe Himiko won't want to be a hero and instead work a normal job. I want a place she or whomever you choose to spend your life with has a place where you can start out and where I can watch over my grandbabies."
"Fine, but when I go pro, I get to pay it off," he said with a smile.
"Of course, I plan on being a full-time grandmother," Inko laughed. "I can't be working and chasing 15 grandbabies."
"Fifteen!" he stuttered.
"Maybe 20. Who knows?" Inko said with a shrug, leaving him sputtering on the sidewalk.
Inko sat staring at the listing: 5 bedrooms, three baths, and a large yard, but the home was in a terrible state. Long years of neglect had driven the value down drastically; it had just come on the market today. Inko knew it wouldn't stay on the market long, and the seller was highly motivated. Inko immediately asked the agent to take her to see the house; Izuku sat in the car as they drove. He didn't recognize the area, but he had a good idea of where it was: a simple train ride away from U.A. and a short walk.
The access road to the home was set in between perfectly maintained houses. The home they were viewing was set back and had an ominous vibe; all the overgrown foliage was not helping it make a good impression—two stories and in need of work, a lot of work. Izuku saw a ruined mess; his mother saw endless possibilities. It was private, with so much potential. They toured parts of the house that they could, roof damage and flood damage, but the foundation was perfect, and structurally, it was in great shape.
Then they walked into the backyard; in the middle of the yard was a pond with an island; on the island was this simply beautiful, majestic cherry blossom tree, just magnificent. Izuku was mesmerized; he pulled out his phone and took some pictures. He was about to send it to Ochaco, but he stopped and instead sent it to someone who wanted him and sent them to Himiko; he barely heard his mother tell the agent full asking, no conditions, right now, I like this signed as soon as possible.
Himiko: That is so pretty; where is that?
Izuku: It is in the backyard of a house my mom is trying to buy. The house is pretty rough; the entire thing is, to be honest, it will take a lot of work.
Himiko: Well, I would be more than happy to help. Magni and I know a little bit about DIY, and I need to find a place to squat for a bit. I can ask Magni if she would help.
Izuku: That would be awesome. Are you ready for our date tomorrow?
Himiko: That is all I have been thinking about today. I can't wait. What time are you coming to pick me up?
Izuku: 9 a.m. I have a long day planned, but I think it will be fun. It is my first time planning a date, so forgive me if I mess up.
Himiko: We could go to a park and stay there all day; as long as I am by your side, that is all I require. But I am grateful that you put so much effort into it, even if it is just for little ole me.
Izuku: I told you that you are worth it. I mean it, Himiko. Everything you have done since that night in the forest has shown me how much this means to you, and I want to show you that I am committed to making this work.
Himiko: Thank you, Zuzu; I mean it.
Izuku: No problem Himi, I will text later.
Himiko: What should I wear?
Izuku: We are going to go to a few different places, so whatever makes you feel comfortable.
Himiko: Okay, text me later.
Izuku: I promise.
Morning Of
Himiko woke to her early alarm, but her grumbling stopped immediately when she realized that today was the day of her date with Izuku. She had lamented about her choice of wardrobe most of the day prior as her wardrobe left things to be desired. In truth, she was a bit upset by it, wanting to make sure she looked her best for her mate. When Midnight and Lunch Rush came to deliver food, she was surprised when the pro heroine stepped forward, handing Himiko several bags. Himiko peaked inside and saw new clothes; she squealed in delight.
"I heard about your date, and I wanted to make sure you had something nice to wear," Midnight said with a smile. "I made a few choices. Leave the tags on if you don't like anything, and we can take them back and find you something else."
"Thank you, Midnight," Himiko said before leaving her room.
The rest of the group was surprised when they were handed more clothes—nothing extravagant but much-needed essentials. Midnight pulled Magni aside, "I got you just some basic outfits, jeans, shirts, and the like. There are different selections of undergarments. If you would like some help picking out outfits to show how you feel, I can help you. But I didn't want to presume anything."
"Thank you for considering my feelings," Magni said softly. "I wouldn't mind some help; part of this whole thing is the opportunity to live how I want."
"Then we can tackle that later," Midnight smiled.
Himiko sat on the floor as Magni braided Himiko's hair in a beautiful fishtail braid with red and black ribbons running through it before Himiko ran off to get changed. Magni sighed a bit wistfully, wondering if going on a date would ever be in her future, but just like this was a fresh start for Himiko, it would be a fresh start for her.
Izuku rang the doorbell, holding a bouquet of roses; he smiled and nervously asked if Himiko was home when Twice opened the door.
"Come on in/Go Away," the man said as he stepped back, allowing Izuku to enter. He stepped in past the strange man to find Spinner staring at him while he seemed to be testing the sharpness of a blade. Magni looked the boy over with a nod of approval, and she went down the hall to fetch Himiko.
"Be gentle with her/If you break her heart, we will kill you!" Twice patted Izuku's shoulder before walking away himself.
Izuku didn't have to wait long until Himiko walked down the hall, but he had to catch his breath. Himiko wore a black plaid skirt just above her knees and black rose mesh stockings that matched her shirt, with a red camisole underneath. Her white skin seemed to shine underneath the black top and stockings. She wore red lips, a sensual smokey eye design, and a black silk choker with a red jewel in the center. It had a very gothic look, and Izuku was mesmerized.
"I brought these for you," he managed once he found his senses, handing her the bouquet of roses.
"Thank you so much, Izuku," she whispered back, looking up at him through her long eyelashes and the roses as she inhaled their fragrance.
"Himiko, you look beautiful," Izuku said, "I mean stunning."
"You like it," she said, giving him a deliberate twirl, making sure he saw that her stockings were being held in place by a garter belt. She looked him over; he had a new haircut, making him look more handsome and less boyish. He wore a black button-down shirt and dark green pants, nothing overly extravagant, but the fitted shirt highlighted his muscles nicely and made him look more like a young man than a boy. "You look rather handsome yourself," she purred, placing her hand lightly on his chest and smiling when he blushed.
Magni took some pictures of the young couple as they prepared to depart. She noted how happy Himiko looked and how Izuku couldn't stop looking at her. It was a good sign; Spinner put the flowers in water as they left.
"I almost expected to see some sort of hero following them," Spinner said.
"I am sure they will have someone keeping an eye on them," Magni responded. "It is a test; everything they are doing is a bit of test; we need to prove they can trust us just as much as they need to prove it to us."
"I hate tests," Spinner spat out. "But it makes sense."
First Date
Himiko was ecstatic when he timidly took her hand as they left the school. She could feel that someone was watching them, but she felt no malice, so she let it slide. Seeing the looks that they received as they walked down the street made her a bit giddy; she, of course, caught looks from some of the men around for her outfit; it was screaming for them to look. But she also saw the looks they were giving Izuku, almost appreciative of how he had managed to land such a hot girl.
Seeing the girls look at her mate didn't cause her to bristle; instead, it made her intertwine their fingers as they walked. She was happy that others were noticing how handsome he was and that she could flaunt her boyfriend to the world. She giggled, catching his attention. She just shook her head and kissed his cheek to dismiss his concern.
Then, after a short train ride, her smile threatened to break her face as she saw the signs for the aquarium.
"I know it is a bit cliché," he said. "But I always wanted to come on a date here; I would see it in shows and other stuff. I told myself I wanted to come here at least once if I ever had a girlfriend."
"Want to know a secret?" she whispered in his ear. He nodded. "I was hoping we would come here. It was on my list of places to go on a date. I wanted to walk hand in hand with the person I love through the aquarium."
Of course, they took the tour and then strolled hand in hand through the exhibits, him stopping to take pictures of her in the tunnel with the water and light dancing off her skin. She made him take selfies with her. Then she saw a perfect spot out of the way and around the corner. She suggested they sit for a moment. When they did, she sent all the signs she wanted him to kiss her.
Izuku couldn't take his eyes off her. She was stunning and alluring. When they sat down, he saw her fidget, glance at him, and look away. Thanks to Midnight's book and app, he was sure he was recalling th signs that she wanted him to kiss her. "Himiko…would it be alright if I kissed you?" he whispered. "You look so beautiful."
"I would like that," Himiko smiled.
Izuku leaned in as Himiko turned to him, her eyes closed, her head slightly tilted, her red lips inviting. He closed his eyes as their lips met; soft and tenderly, he kissed her. She was pleasantly surprised when he deepened the kiss; she eagerly met his desires, standing without breaking contact and straddling his lap. As they kissed, the excitement and passion built at the very intimate pose Himiko had put them in; when they broke apart, she could only moan when he began to kiss her neck, his hands on her thighs inching up higher and higher as she rolled her hips against his hardened cock.
She pouted when he pulled back, but he silenced her pout with a passionate kiss as she rolled her hips against him more, then broke apart, panting heavily. "I like knowing that you want me," she whispered.
Izuku stared into her eyes, lost for words. "I can't believe you chose me," he said. "How could I not want someone as beautiful as you but willing to risk everything to be with me?"
They said nothing as Himiko lay her head on his shoulder and silently sat there. Eventually, she disentangled herself from his lap and excused herself to freshen up her makeup as he handed her a wipe to clean up the lipstick. Izuku smiled and turned his attention to the fish as he waited for Himiko to return; thankfully, he didn't have to wait long until she came, her makeup perfect, as he took her hand so they could continue their date.
He led her from the aquarium to a small shop, where he picked up their lunch before they headed to the park. They found a nice spot by the lake and enjoyed their little picnic lunch. She happily stole a bite of his sandwich when he offered and watched him blush when he took a bit of hers. He bought a small bag of popcorn so they could feed the ducks as they walked.
"Would you mind telling me about your past?" he asked. "I understand if you don't want to, and you don't even have to tell me everything. I want to get to know you better, that is all."
Himiko took a deep breath. Their time in the aquarium had been light, and the conversation was flirty and almost breezy, but she had expected that he would want to know more about her. The thought had terrified her, that if he knew about the monster she was would he run away, throw his hands to the air and declare, "Fuck this." But if he loved her, would he understand? Would he look past the monster to the girl like in the forest?
"I have a blood quirk; it allows me to transform into someone if I drink their blood," Himiko began. "It freaked my parents out; they were repulsed by it. It wasn't the transformation but the need for blood; it didn't fit into their perfect little world." Izuku could hear the hurt and the venom in her words. He took her hand as they walked, reassuring her of his presence. Himiko squeezed his hand before she continued.
"I needed blood; I craved it," she said. "But they wouldn't allow me to have it. I was even taken to quirk counseling, and when the counselors said that I needed to drink blood as a dietary need, that was the last I saw of that counselor. Till they found a counselor that said it was all in my head and I could be cured." Himiko stopped their walk and leaned on the rail. "I tried so hard to please them and not to need it. But it would win out. I would drink the blood of birds or stray animals if I could find one. It would quiet the madness some, but they would find me, lock me in my room for weeks on end, feed me water, beat me, and tell me how horrid and wicked I was."
"I just wanted them to love me, so I tried harder, then one day at school, a boy I knew got hurt," he could see her eyes watering; he handed her a linen handkerchief, and she took it and dabbed at the corners of her eyes. "I had a crush on him, and when I saw and smelt the blood, it mixed up everything, and I attacked him."
"Being denied the blood for so long had caused you to degenerate," he said. Himiko nodded. "Then, when confronted with blood mixed with your emotions for him, it overwhelmed you."
"I didn't even realize it was doing it till it was already happening; it was euphoric; I can't explain how it tasted; it just…." She sighed and looked away from him. "Then I was hit with a moment of clarity; I was there on top of him drinking his blood; I had swarmed on him like some animal. Everyone saw my sickness, my disease, so I fled. I ran away. I know I couldn't go home; I was a freak, a monster."
"No, you weren't Himi; you were just a girl who needed proper help. The monsters were your parents; they were the ones who did this, not you," he said softly.
"I just gave into it after that," Himiko said, taking his outreached hand. "I was on the streets trying to survive, not become a victim, when Stain found me." She felt him stiffen. "I tried to attack him, to get his blood. Of course, he fended me off with ease. Then he gave me blood of his own free will; it was the first time anyone had ever done that; he heard my story once I got a bit of clarity again. He taught me to survive, fight, and move."
"Was that every day? Like a boot camp?" Izuku wondered.
"No, he would wander away, and I just followed him like a lost kitten," Himiko said. "I would listen to him spout his rhetoric, and some of it made a lot of sense. He would disappear for days, then I would find him again, or he would find me. I think it was because I had a blood quirk like him. I honestly don't know why he didn't just kill me or drive me off for good."
"What do you think about what he said?"
"There are a lot of fake heroes out there or heroes who are only in it for money, power, or sex," Himiko said. "Killing them seemed a bit harsh for the ones who just messed up a little, but there were more who were just as bad as any villain; they just wore a better mask. He upped and left after a while, I guess after he felt I could handle myself, but I followed his stuff in the news. Then I saw what he said about you and All-Might; I thought he was working with the League, so we checked it out when we heard they were recruiting." Himiko stopped for a moment, "Did Endeavor beat Stain?"
Izuku looked around and leaned in. "No, it was me and two of my classmates. We got lucky, that's all." Himiko looked at him, a few tiny stars twinkling in her eyes as he briefly recounted the battle's events. "But we had to say that Endeavor did it because we weren't allowed to use our quirks, etc."
"Sounds like some bullshit to me," Himiko said.
"At the time, I was just happy to get out of it alive and not go to jail," Izuku said. "But looking back on it, I would have to agree with you. Why did you join Shigaraki?"
"Like I said, we thought he was working with Stain. It became apparent he wasn't Crusty was just some child that had been groomed and fed only select bullshit that he wanted to hear," Himiko grabbed some popcorn, throwing it towards a momma duck and her babies. "When I met you and you reached out to me, it gave me that moment of clarity again. So, I chose to leave and put my faith in you. I wasn't about leaving the others behind; they were like me. We didn't choose to be villains, but it was what we had to do to survive."
"I met him at a mall once. He had his hand around my throat, but he didn't kill me," Izuku said, feeding the little family as well. "He wanted to know why everyone wasn't talking about him or the League like he just couldn't understand that attacking a bunch of kids wasn't his best idea."
"He was obsessed with being revered as some great villain or something. He was just a fucking shut-in weeb in desperate need of regular showers. I am sure there was more; I bet he killed his family when his quirk manifested," Himiko said, making Izuku freeze. "It probably wasn't intentional, but add in a troubled home, and then someone scooped him up right after to feed and groom him."
"Was he just a victim like everyone else?" Izuku whispered, annoyed that he had sympathy for the man.
"Very few villains are pure evil or do it for evil's sake," Himiko said, watching the baby ducks gather at the shore, waiting for more food. "If you do it long enough, it becomes second nature; some people are sick and need help, and others are monsters. I was on that edge of monster and girl. When you said you could love me, I was inspired to give it another chance.
"What do you want from all this?" Izuku asked as he approached her and put his arm around her.
"I want to be yours; I want to be with you. Stand by your side and fight next to you. I want to be there when you change the fucking world," Himiko's eyes and voice blazed with passion as she stared at him. "It is crazy, Izuku, but I love you; I am yours totally and completely. I want to be that good girl that you love, that you take to bed at night and unleash all that passion you see in your eyes. As soon as I felt your mouth on me, I knew it deep in my very soul that you need me just as much as I need you."
"This is crazy," he said. "It is bonkers; it makes no sense. But I can't describe it. When you were with me or when we kissed, this fire existed. I want you to be that good girl, Himiko, but I want you to know that I am with you every step of the way. I wasn't lying when I told you that if they do you wrong, I will run away with you. I have been blind to many of the problems plaguing this world. But you can open them; help me see how we can improve this world."
"They may hate you for it," she whispered, drawing closer to him. "They are going to hate you for it. They will say horrible things about you, about us, about what we are going to do. I swear, my love, I will always be there to help you shoulder that burden, that even if the whole world turns against you, I will be there for you."
He pulled her in tight and kissed her; it was frantic, almost desperate, and she felt it. He felt her return it, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in as hard as she could. His hand was around her back, the other at her neck, and they poured everything they could into each other. The popcorn spilled to the ground and into the water; he lifted her off the ground as she wrapped her legs around him. When he pulled back breathlessly, she just leaned her forehead against his. "Anything you want of me," she whispered. It was feverish, almost like a prayer. She repeated it, his rough, strong hands were holding her by her ass.
Izuku's heart was threatening to beat out of his chest. He wanted her so badly. He had never been in a position like this—barely in his fantasies. He heard her words and felt them in his heart. She was his. She would surrender everything to him, be whatever he wanted. "I want you to be by my side," he whispered.
"Forever," she responded, kissing him again tenderly and lovingly. "I'm afraid you will see me one day and realize I am not worth it."
"That would be the day I went blind," he responded as he returned her kiss. "Shall we continue our date? I want to know more about you, including your favorite food, music, movies, and everything we should know before dating."
"Sushi, Rare steak, Sound of Fury, or anything that makes me feel something. Horror and Romance," she said as he lowered her. "What is next for our date?"
"I have tickets for the new vampire movie Eternal, then the arcade center for mini golf and go-carts, dinner, and karaoke," he said.
"Then lead me away, my love," she took his hand as they ventured forth. "I never expected you for a karaoke man."
"I am not," he said bashfully. "I thought you would like it."
"I do like it, so good job," Himiko said, wrapping her arm around his and resting her head on his shoulder as they walked.
Himiko and Izuku loved the movie; when the sex scene occurred, he blushed, looking away from Himiko, who held his hand and squirmed in the seat. She looked at him lustfully before turning her attention back to the screen. He let go of their hand and placed it gently on her thigh; she quickly covered her mouth to suppress the moan, and he let his fingers dance lightly over her inner thigh as the movie played on.
Mini golf she lost; go-carts she won; the carnival games she claimed a red teddy bear with a white silk heart as her prize that he had won for her; the picture booth was their kissing booth. Her face hurt from all the smiling today; there had never been a time when she could remember being happier than today. It wasn't just the nearness of each other; they talked and asked questions about life and pursuits. For dinner, she got her rare steak and sushi; it was the most romantic dinner she had ever been to; it wasn't that the restaurant was extravagant. It was him and the way he looked at her.
Then it was Karaoke time. At first, they chose their songs, and then it was time to select songs for each other. She laughed and smiled as he sang his anime toons or some older songs he remembered. She sang to him about love and her favorites.
Himiko was having a great time; they sang and kissed, pulling back just before it threatened to consume them. His hand had brushed lightly over her chest; hers danced and teased over his crotch, over the unsung songs their moans had escaped, mingling with choruses and unspoken desires. Himiko was about to burst. She knew she couldn't get everything she wanted but would get what she needed. Himiko stared at him, wanton lust in her eyes as she got up to sing her next song
Toni Braxton - You're Making Me High
Spice Incoming
I'll always think of you inside of my private thoughts.
I can imagine you touching my private parts.
And just the thought of you, I can't help but touch myself.
That's why I want you so bad.
Himiko's voice filled the room as her hips began to sway, revealing her silken legs. She turned her back, making sure he got an eye full of backside as she bent over, showing him her barely concealed sex, covered by a black lace thong, as she slowly stood up to look over her shoulder at him as she continued to sing.
Just one night of (moonlight), with you there beside me
All night, doin' it again and again.
You know, I want you so bad, baby, baby, baby (baby, baby, baby, baby)
Ooh, I get so high when I'm around you, baby.
I can touch the sky; you make my temperature rise.
She turned and cat-walked towards him, putting on a private show just for him. She dropped down before him, spreading his legs as she made sure he saw her staring at his crotch before looking up at him through eyelashes.
Baby, you're makin' me high (baby, baby, baby, baby)
I can't get my mind off you; I think I might be obsessed.
The very thought of you makes me want to get undressed.
I wanna be with you in spite of what my heart says
Slowly she straddled his lap, rolling her hips against his hardened cock, leaving no question of how wet she was; one arm around his neck to support herself, she leaned back, continuing to rock against him as she sang.
I guess I want you too bad.
All I want is (moonlight), with you there inside me.
(All night) Oh, baby, doin' it again and again
You know, I want you so bad, baby, baby, baby (baby, baby, baby, baby)
Ooh, I get so high when I'm around you, baby.
She sat up and took his hand, placing it over her heart; she trailed her hand over his pants, lightly stroking him. The way he looked at her, the shudder she felt from him when she touched him, the heat of his hand over her heart, she could barely contain herself.
I can touch the sky; you make my temperature rise.
Boy, you're makin' me high, ooh (baby, baby, baby, baby)
I want to feel your heart and soul inside of me.
Let's make a deal: you roll, I lick
And we can go flying into ecstasy.
With a skill that left him dazed and questioning, she undid his belt and the button of his jeans with one hand. He couldn't say anything when the zipper went down, and her hand slipped inside his underwear, grabbing her prize.
Oh, darlin', you and me
Light my fire, blow my flame.
Take me, take me, take me away.
Yeah, yeah
Well, all I only want is (moonlight), with you there inside me.
(All night) Oh, baby, doin' it again and again
She freed his impressive cock, as she pushed her drenched panties to the side, his whispered protest was expected, but she wanted him so bad. Instead, she angled him down, placed him along her drenched slit, and began to rock against him. Her moans and shuddering breath interrupted her song; she tried to keep going as she ground against him.
Baby, I want you so bad, baby, baby, baby, baby (baby, baby, baby, baby)
I get so high when I'm around you, baby.
I can touch the sky; you make my temperature rise.
You're makin' me high (baby, baby, baby, baby)
I get so high when I'm around you, baby.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her tight against him; their motion was nearly frantic, and all attempts at her singing fell away with the mic tumbling to the floor.
I can touch the sky; you make my temperature rise.
You're makin' me high (baby, baby, baby, baby)
"Oh god, Izuku, don't stop," she pleased; her arms were around his neck, and as she pressed his face into her chest, she felt his grip tighten as he rubbed along her soaked pussy. She tried to lift her hips some; she knew he would slide right in, but he held her tight.
It didn't take long, the feverish calling out to the other, the damn within Himiko exploded, and her head fell back in a silent scream as the wave of release carried through her. Better than anything she had experienced to this point of her life, wave after orgasmic wave crashed over her and through her; in between each crash, she managed to draw a breath. She couldn't see anything, only hear his voice calling to her; desperately, she wanted to call back to him, to scream his name to the heavens, but each crashing wave choked her voice away. Her entire body spasmed and rolled as she squirted all over his lap; only his strong embrace kept her from falling to the floor, and then she felt him explode.
His seed splashed against her crotch and ass, marking her skirt and the floor. It was so hot, but as soon as it made contact, she came again; this time, her voice forced itself through. She sat up, screaming in pleasure, and then he bit her shoulder. Her eyes widened, and she could feel the mark again, his mark. She fell forward, pulled his collar to the side, and bit his neck. His blood came to her mouth; it was divine; it was incomparable to anything she had ever tasted. Nothing compared to this taste; she felt him harden against her again as she drank, and she pulled back and slipped down between his legs. Face to face with his hard cock, she greedily ran her tongue up the length of his impressive shaft, tasting him and herself. She would have been hard-pressed to say which was better, his blood or his cum.
He tried to say something, but she quickly shoved his cock down her throat, and all his protests ceased; its size and length choked her as she pushed herself down as far as she could. She lifted her head, gasping for air, and a trail of salvia ran from her mouth.
"Himiko," he moaned. She plunged him back in, pushing herself to where it was too much, and still, she knew there was more for her to take. She raised her head, some bobbing furiously, her tongue swirling around him, her hand pumping his shaft as she fingered herself with reckless abandon. Again, she pulled back when it threatened to choke her; her eyes were watering. She saw this look on his face. It was nearly feral. As she went to take him back in her mouth, she felt his hands go to the back of her head.
Himiko surrendered as he fuck her mouth, each thrust making her moan as she mimicked it the best she could with her and plunged into her pussy. He pulled himself nearly free from her mouth, moaned, and pleaded with him to fuck her mouth, to cum down her throat, and allow her to please him. Himiko came when he pushed back in; she felt her body release, and her throat relaxed as he hilted himself fully in her mouth. Himi stuck out her tongue to lick his swollen balls as he held her there; with short breaths, she pulled through her nose as he fucked her throat. His dick swelled, and she knew he was about to release; he released his hold, but Himiko wasn't about to let her mate go. She grabbed his hips and hilted him fully as his seed splashed down her throat. Once his final spasm ceased, she let his cock free of her mouth. She fell back an absolute mess; her makeup ran down her face.
She didn't even get a chance to say anything; he reached down, pulled her up, and laid her roughly on the bed; she could barely register what was happening. She felt her panties pushed to the side, and he buried his face in sex. Himiko swore he was dying of thirst, and the only thing that could save him was her pussy, the way he licked and sucked, the passion and near desperation of which he tasted every part of her had screaming for more. Her legs wrapped around his head as she tried to fuck his face as he had done to her, then he slipped a finger inside of her. His rough, magical finger was inside of her, moving clumsily but so delightfully. She felt it turn the palm up and start to curl. She could only scream yes as the first brushed against the magical spot of her dreams, and then she screamed more when he noticed her response and located it again. Himiko was thankful that he knew how to listen to her body; it didn't take long till all her muscles tightened, her toes felt like they were going to break, and then she came again, and like her fantasy, he drank her release. She could fear him moaning in delight as he trembled and squirted; he fell back as she rode the residual waves of pleasure.
"Fuck me," she moaned.
"I…we don't have protection," he said. Himiko saw him tuck his hard cock back away; she let out a whine of sadness as she turned and crawled towards him and fell upon his chest.
"But…" she protested.
"You can't fight by side if you are pregnant," he said.
Spice Leaves
Himiko sighed and laid against his chest. "I love you," she purred as they spent the remaining time cuddling before they did their best to clean up. It took Himiko about half an hour to make herself look somewhat presentable so they could leave. She bandaged his neck with some gauze she kept in her purse as they quickly left the room and a massive tip for the cleaning fee.
He walked her home, and they stood in front of the door and kissed. Izuku was left speechless when she stepped back and pulled her thong down, stepping out of it and stuffing it into his hand. "Anything and everything you want is yours," she whispered. "Anywhere, anytime," she kissed him teasingly, opened the door, and stepped inside, "I love you, Izuku," she said as the door closed.
"Himiko, wait," he called out. She opened the door, and he held a small box for her. "I was planning on giving you these at karaoke, but…" he blushed.
Himiko took the box opening it to reveal the blood drop earrings. "Oh, Izuku, they are beautiful. I love them!" she pulled him by his shirt into a deep kiss that wobbled his knees before she stepped back and closed the door.
In a daze, Izuku made his way home, floating along, the stars shining so much brighter, the air was crisper, than he remembered them ever being. Everything held just a bit more magic than it did before.
