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Midoriya Izuku does not sleep well. Hasn’t, in fact, in such a long time that he doesn’t even remember the last time he did. For years he’s been plagued by constant pain. In the past, it was from what Kacchan and the other bullies inflicted on him; with fists and kicks and, more often than not, their quirks. More recently, it’s from the constant damage he’d inflicted on himself using a quirk too strong for his body to handle.
It was one of his usual nights, unable to sleep but trying to anyway, that something felt off. It wasn’t that he’d heard something, or felt something. There should’ve been no reason to open his eyes, but still, he couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong, no matter how much he tried to ignore it and sleep. Until he smelled it…
Pomegranates.
He recognized that smell from the night the forest was attacked.
His eyes shot open, and before him lay a sight he’d never forget for the rest of his life, a site that froze him in place and silenced all of his mental alarms.
Toga Himiko loomed over him, the arms holding her up placed on either side of him. How she'd gotten in and onto his bed without so much as causing the bed to shake eluded him, not like he was thinking of that at that moment though.
In that moment, despite knowing he should be on guard, he was mesmerized. Her face was framed in golden silk, freed from her usual hair buns. It acted almost like a curtain, blocking his view of anything beyond her. Within that new world of golden silk and porcelain pale flesh were her eyes, twin suns in the dead of night stared at him with a burning intensity, and hunger and…something else he wasn’t used to, wasn't quite able to identify.
His arms twitched in response to that hunger, preparing to react on instinct to an attack even while his mind had gone blank. But the movement drew her attention, and when she looked away he let out the breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. Her arms moved from their perch at his sides to his shoulders, tracing every scar along his arms as they made their way to his hands, where she tied her fingers with his and smiled, her fangs seemingly shining in the moonlight filtering from his window curtains.
Izuku knew he should stop her, knew he had plenty of options to do so, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to do so. Maybe it was that…thing…he couldn't identify, that look in her eyes as she'd met his own. Maybe it was the fact that, despite the villainess having somehow snuck herself through UA security and into his room undetected, he didn't feel in danger. She'd had just as many chances to attack him as he'd had to escape, more probably, and yet she hadn't.
Maybe…maybe he just wanted to see where this went.
“Hey~ Izu~ku~” She dragged out, her voice low and soft, almost like a lullaby. “Did you miss me?”
Izuku’s thoughts had long since abandoned him, and his tongue moved before he could think to stop it, uttering just one word that came to him as he looked at Toga in the moment.
“Beautiful…”
Both of them blushed profusely, Izuku in embarrassment, Himiko in excitement. She leaned down more, further cutting off Izuku’s view of the world outside of Her. He tried to look away, to hide himself so he wouldn’t embarrass himself more, but only ended up exposing his neck to her. Quickly, taking advantage of the opening he’d just given her, she planted a kiss to his neck, followed by 3 more traveling up and along his jawline, causing him to suck in a breath.
Himiko licked her lips, whispering against his skin. “Do you really think I’m beautiful Izuku~?”
His heart was racing, it was about to leap out of his chest! He'd never been kissed by a girl other than his mom and aunty Mitsuki, and even then only on the cheek. He could still feel the warmth of her lips where they'd connected to his skin, almost like a brand. Except…it had felt…nice. He wasn't sure how to feel about that though, being that he's a hero in training and she's a villainess.
That being said, he still wanted to know what it was he'd seen, was still seeing, dancing in her eyes. He managed to answer her, hoping that answering honestly would get him the answer he was looking for.
“Y-yes…I-I-I think you-you’re very…you’re very beautiful…”
Well, answering honestly did not mean answering confidently. He was way out of his element here, and something told him that he'd be thrown even further away from it.
Strangely, the thought didn't scare him as much as it normally would.
She sat up, making Izuku realize that she was wearing nothing but a black bra, matching panties, and a knife holstered to her leg, which she quickly pulled out. A quick look around his room revealed that her other clothes were in a pile on the floor, another example of how silently she’d slipped into his room.
“I’m very happy to hear that Izuku~ in fact, for answering honestly, I believe you deserve a reward~”
The knife lowered, as her other hand pulled his shirt up and with an agonizingly slow cut, his shirt was sliced in half clean down the middle. Izuku's heart was racing even faster than before, and he realized that Himiko was still hovering over him. He prayed she didn’t decide to look down, or sit on what she was hovering over. She pulled the remains of his shirt to the side and her eyes devoured the sight of his chest, burning the image into her mind before she looked up at him again, and dragged her nails ever so slowly down his chest.
“That being said though, I have no idea what I could possibly offer you as a reward. Do you have any ideas Izu~?” She says, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and as much as Izuku might not understand girls, he’s very much certain that she does have ideas; several, if the way her eyes traced the lines of his body, and the way she was licking her lips, are any indication.
“I-I don’t, I don’t know…” even if he’s sure of at least one or two of the ideas running behind those eyes, he still doesn’t know how to respond to it.
Rather than being upset, Himiko merely grinned wider, if that was even possible.
She sat down.
“Really? Because someone seems to have an idea.”
“S-S-Sorry I-!” He was cut off by Himiko’s lips against his own, followed swiftly by the hand not holding her knife getting tangled in his hair. When she finally paused for breath Izuku nearly forgot how to do so himself.
“I…that was my first…” He touched his lips and distantly noted that the warmth spreading throughout his body had grown more than from the ones before.
Putting the knife away, and cupping his face with both hands, Himiko tilts his head up to look at her again. Her smile is softer now, not as feral but still hungry for more, like a cat that knows she’s caught her prey.
“I’m happy to hear that Izuku, it was mine too.” She leans in next to his ear and whispers “I can stop right here you know, but I want to experience more firsts with you, and I think you do too.”
She leans back again, staring into his eyes like she can see all the thoughts racing behind them as she begins to take off her bra. “The choice is yours.” She says, letting the bra fall from her shoulders and onto the floor.
Izuku stares back, captivated by those eyes, barely even glancing down. He was tempted, very tempted, to just give into her invitation. But he needed to know something, and he wouldn't, couldn’t, allow himself to give in before he asked and got an answer.
“Why me? I don’t…I don’t really understand what you see in me…”
She cups his face again, placing a quick, soft kiss to his lips. “I see someone just like me."
Izuku was taken aback, someone just like her? He was a hero in training and she was a villainess, what could they have possibly had in common? His surprise must've shown though, because the smile she'd been wearing became more somber.
"Don't get me wrong. At first, I just thought you were cute, even more so when you got so injured and bloody all the time. But then I started observing you more, and I thought you were so cool, a true hero, just like Mr. Stainy said. After that, I did some digging around, and though it took me a while, I did manage to find things about your past. You're not very active on any social media, guess I can’t really blame you though with some of what I found. And that’s just the thing, when I did find those things, that’s when I started to really fall in love, to really feel like you might be the one who finally understands me. I thought to myself ‘He’s just like me.’”
Izuku stayed silent, he hadn't been expecting this kind of answer at all, and it seemed she still had more to say. It was…strange…to hear, the way she was talking about him didn't fit at all with how he thought she'd talk about him. He felt a quick moment of panic when he heard that she'd looked into his past, then confusion, because why would his past lead her to think that? If she knew about his past…then that also meant she must know about him being quirkless, but if she knew that then why would she say she fell in love, how could anyone-
She pressed her forehead to his own, taking a few deep breaths, making sure his eyes were trained on her. Distantly, he realized his breathing had gotten faster as he spiraled, and she was making him match her breathing. Once his breathing had returned to normal, she sat back up, tracing his scars again before she continued.
“All your life you’ve been treated like an outcast, for something you couldn’t control, for lacking a quirk, for not being ‘normal’. I found a few old social media posts from your former bullies, where some of them had gone as far as to film what they did to you…Your friends turned on you, beat you til you bled, tried to shatter your dreams and beat them right out of you. Me? I was treated like a monster for having one, for needing blood like I need food and water. I start to lose all sense of control over myself when I go for long without it. I was forced to be ‘normal’, forced to starve myself of something that I needed simply because people, even my own parent’s, didn’t like it.”
She gave him a softer smile than her usual grin, but, looking at her in a brand new light, Izuku could see for the first time just how much sadness she hid behind it.
She began brushing a hand through his hair.
"Look at you now though…on your way to proving them all wrong, to becoming the hero you always dreamed of…"
Her voice trailed off a bit, then, for the first time since he'd opened his eyes, she looked away.
"Maybe that's what separates you from me…you were strong enough to keep chasing your dreams…I just snapped…and proved them all right…"
Before he could respond, she shook her head, as if to rid herself of thinking about her past and smiled again. “But I didn’t come here to worry about any of that. I didn’t come here to think about heroes or villains or anything else, just you, and me. You still have a choice to make you know, I’ll leave if you want me to, or I can stay.”
Izuku hadn't been expecting any of that, and it gave him such a confusing mix of different emotions.
Shame, because he realized he'd never even considered why some people became villains. Never considered the idea that maybe some of them didn't want to be where they were. Now that he was though, it made sense that some of them might’ve just felt cornered, feeling like they didn't have any other options. Hell, he was friends with Shinso, and what he knew of his past practically told him people were trying to make him become a villain.
Understanding, because she was right, he could see why she'd describe him as just like her. If things had gone differently, if All Might hadn't come back for him that day, or if his mom had been one of the people to turn on him, or if he'd broken so much sooner, he might’ve been in the same place as her. Pushed into villainy by everyone around him giving him no other options.
Strangest of all though…was a type of happiness.
She knew he had been quirkless, had apparently even seen videos of himself back then, and didn't seem to care one bit. Oh what he wouldn't have given to have someone like her in his life years ago.
She understood him in a way others hadn't before, understood what it was like to be treated so horribly, to be ostracized from everyone because of nothing more than the circumstances of your birth. She understood what it was like to be so alone.
And lastly, she was here, showing an interest in him that was clear as day, even to someone who understood as little about girls as he did. She wanted him in a way that no one else ever had before, and she wasn't afraid to show it, despite all the things she stood to lose by coming here.
That's what it had been, dancing in her eyes this whole time. Desire.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't beginning to feel that same excitement and desire burning in his chest.
Izuku, in a moment of boldness, places a hand on her hips. In the same moment, the other hand cupped her cheek as he half pulled her down half sat up to meet her, and kissed her.
He’s pretty sure that it wasn't the greatest kiss, and she didn’t react at first, stunned that he’d be so forward with his answer. Then, once she seemed to realize what was happening, she responded with voracity. Her hands both ended up tangled in his hair, and if he thought the kisses before felt good, what she did now stole his breath away as she added her tongue to the mix. It was all he could do to keep up as he flipped them over so he was on top of her, her legs quickly finding themselves locked around his waist.
He pulled away to catch his breath and took the moment to properly admire her body. The rise and fall of her chest as she caught her own breath, the well toned muscles, the thin scarring of past wounds.
He traced her scars as she had traced his own, they weren't jagged, or big and ugly like his own scars, but there were a lot. Thin slices on her hands from mistakes with her knives. Longer lines and puncture wounds along her forearms, probably the result of drinking her own blood when she didn't have a source. Deeper slashes and stab wounds ran up her biceps, and across her chest, and down her abdomen, painting stories and trailing down to her thighs and even as low as her calves.
"For what it's worth…I think you're plenty strong…” he began explaining as he continued tracing her, “looking back, I'm only here now because I was extremely lucky. I faced my breaking point once too, if I hadn't gotten lost in my own head that day, realized just where I was, or if someone else hadn't quickly picked up the pieces and given me a new hope…I don't know if I'd even be alive right now…I certainly wouldn't have been strong enough to even try and become a hero…"
He didn't know how long he spent mapping those scars again and again, just talking to her before he chanced a look at her face, but when he did, he realized that his nose was almost touching hers.
The blush had spread even further, her grin even wider as she delighted in his touch. He noticed then that she’d steadily moved her arms up over her head while he was distracted with the feeling of tracing them, leading him to putting more of his body over her.
"I knew we were alike, you went to my scars first, just like me."
Izuku, with the grace of a newborn deer, deflected by kissing one of said scars, a thin line on one of her fingers.
"I…I don't really know, um, know what I'm doing. I just followed your lead because you seemed to like doing it to me and…and it felt good so I thought maybe…"
"You're just too cute, you know that? It makes want to bite you~"
She licked her lips again and Izuku shuddered, he knew that it wasn't fear or anxiety though, he was well familiar with those. No, this was the kind that made him want to feel it again, the kind that made him puff his chest, and want to risk being even bolder.
"Then do it."
For the first time since she’d appeared in his room, Himiko fell truly speechless for a few heartbeats. Each heartbeat impossibly loud in Izuku's ears as he himself tried to process what he just said. Then Himiko flipped them over and pinned him to the bed.
"Do you mean that…?"
Her expression seemed caught somewhere between excitement, disbelief, and desperation. Izuku wondered for a moment just how bad her own past had gotten for her, then again, he just traced the evidence himself, he didn't really have to wonder. He lifted his head up, blushing even more than Himiko, but trying to sound more confident than he felt.
"Just…don't take too much…and try not to leave it in a spot where I'll have to answer questions…I'm a terrible liar…and I have no idea how I’m going to explain anything if I start getting questions…"
Her lips locked themselves around his neck and he gasped, though she hadn't bitten him yet, it just felt nice. Then she traveled down and along his collarbone, kissing and nibbling and testing for the best reaction. When she found it, right at the hollow, he felt her fangs pierce the skin, followed swiftly by her tongue lapping at the wound. His hips bucked under her as a small noise of pleasure escaped him before he could cut it off.
Oh. She felt that, if her own muffled noises and the increase of pressure on his collarbone was any indication.
"S-sorry, t-that just…just felt good and I-"
She placed a finger on his lips, licking up the last of the blood on his chest, meeting his gaze the entire time. When she finally spoke, she moved her hand to his neck to trace his veins with her thumb.
"Don't apologize for something I liked. Sit up."
He did so, and suddenly he was being pulled forward. His arms wrapped around her waist on instinct as his face was shoved into her chest.
"Now it's your turn."
Izuku has a brief moment of panic, he's never done this before, but then he feels Himiko’s hands playing with his hair, her legs wrapped comfortably tight around him. He wants to show her that he's willing to give what no one else has, and he can't do that if he keeps being scared and letting her do all the work, he's gotta reciprocate at some point.
His arms unwrap themselves from her waist as he relaxes, settling on her hips before sliding up to cup a breast in each hand. He copied her again, kissing her neck before traveling downward. He took his time. Whereas Himiko devoured him in her hunger; he savored the taste of her, enjoying every moment. The shudders when he finds a soft spot; the hot, quiet breaths in his ear; the way her fingers clutched him tighter when he nibbled.
"You're doing great," she whispered in his ear, "just- just like that Izu-baby~"
He lifted her by scooping an arm under her, taking a breast in his mouth while he continued kneading the other one. Himiko had teased him with kisses and nibbles so he decided to do the same, teasing the sensitive tip, lavishing it with as much slow and tender affection as he could. As he did so, Himiko’s grip on his hair would tighten as she held him closer, burying her face in his curls, breathing him in.
When he finally finished, he moved to kiss the hollow below her neck, making her lean her head back to give him access. Then he sat her down in his lap, he was blushing like crazy, they both were, but for once in his life he liked the heat that came to his cheeks.
He smiled and leaned his forehead against hers, letting out a nervous but happy laugh as he asked, "H-How was that?"
"Keep- keep doing things like that…I might not be able to leave…"
Izuku smiled, taking her face in his hand again and kissing her. The taste came back with a slight metallic tang this time and he remembered that she'd had some of his blood earlier. He found he didn't mind though, as he kissed her deep anyway and she returned it with just as much passion.
When they separated again, it was only for a moment before Himiko chased after him for more, causing him to fall back on his bed again. He idly noticed Himiko removing the remains of his shirt and he propped up on one elbow, then the other to make it easier for her. Her kissing turned into a playful nip of his bottom lip as her hands traveled lower, a finger tucked into the hem on either side of his shorts, a silent question as she released his lip and looked into his eyes.
He swallowed before nodding, watching as she slowly released the thing that had been poking and pressing against her for a while now. Then he watched as she got up from the bed and turned away from him.
For a moment, he thought that she was disappointed in the size, he knew some girls had a preference but he didn't know how he measured up.
Then he caught her looking at him over her shoulder, a hand sliding into the hem of her own panties while the other beckoned him closer.
Oh.
She was inviting him, she wanted him to reveal her just as she had done.
Swallowing his nerves with a gulp, he moved to sit on the edge of his bed, pulling her hips closer to him, he worked the panties off of her. They snagged a little on her knife holster, but he managed it fine otherwise.
As he lowered them, Himiko leaned forward, bracing her hands on his knees now on either side of her, giving him a full view of everything that had lain underneath.
Once they hit the floor, he took a moment to just look at her. Particularly the spot where he could see a bit of fluid leaking from her.
He didn't get to look too closely for long however, because Himiko walked forward, kicking her panties over toward the rest of her clothes. Then, she turned to face him once more.
“Lay down.”
He did so, and Himiko gestured him further onto the bed so he adjusted as needed, Himiko crawling onto the bed after him (again, barely shaking it, how did she do that?). Once she reached his face, she gave him a quick kiss, then flipped so her womanhood was above him, and sat down.
He tried to make some space, whether to breathe or simply ask her what that was for so suddenly, he didn't know, but his efforts were stopped when she grabbed him and began giving him slow, lazy strokes.
"Izu~ if you want more than this, you gotta show me."
Now, he was a young man, he'd seen certain videos once or twice (though having Mineta as a neighbor discouraged watching too often, he didn't want to turn out like him). He was supposed to use his tongue, right?
He gave her an experimental lick, then a few more when she hummed in pleasure. Then he licked a spot that made her gasp. If it was what he thought it was, that was a good thing, and he focused on that spot.
"Mmm~ Good- Good boy, Izu~ Now for- for your treat~!"
She got louder towards the end as he switched from simply licking to sucking on her sweet spot, holding onto her hips to keep her close to him. In turn, she got down and gave him a lick of her own, sending shivers running through him.
He could've sworn he heard her mumble something like "Fuck that's big." But he decided he must've misheard.
She put the tip in her mouth, swirling and even wrapping her tongue around it before dipping her head deeper and bobbing up again. She repeated this motion a few times, taking him deeper with each repetition, until she made it about three quarters of the way down and came back up for air. It drove him crazy and he nearly stopped his own work just to ask her to keep going.
Panting, Himiko stroked him again as she gathered the breath to keep going.
"Sorry Izu, you're just- just a bit bigger- than what I practiced on."
He did pause at that, lifting her hips slightly to ask, "Practiced?"
Himiko, for once, seemed to have an embarrassed blush spread across her features.
"I…may or may not have acquired a few…toys…to practice with before coming here…" then she muttered under her breath, "I should've grabbed the bigger sizes…I didn't expect you to be thisbig…"
Izuku's blush matched Himiko's as he asked, "Am I really that big…?"
"I mean, compared to average, yeah. You're like, at least eighteen or twenty centimeters, most guys are about twelve to fifteen."
Himiko then gave him another Cheshire grin before pressing down on him again.
"Oh well, what else can I do I suppose." She got down and gave a kiss to the tip where some pre-cum was leaking out. "I just gotta go ‘Plus Ultra’, right?" And then she engulfed him once more.
Izuku doesn't know what it was, but something about hearing her say she was going to go Plus Ultra for him in that context got him really excited. So he tried something else, he used his tongue to enter her for the first time, while one hand pulled her close and the other rubbed at the nub of her sweet spot.
He could feel himself getting close, so he sped up his ministrations, causing her to moan around him and speed up herself. They were in a race to make the other release first, and Izuku didn't want to lose. In the end however, it was a tie, as they each drank each other in.
After he was done, Himiko kept stroking him, making sure he stayed hard.
"We're not done yet Izu~"
Slowly, she got up off of him, only to change her position, hovering over his still hard member as she spread herself open before him. Meeting his eyes, she grabbed his hands to place them on her hips, before slowly lowering herself onto him.
If Himiko's mouth had been paradise, this was heaven.
The warmth he'd been feeling build up this entire time now burned, and he liked it, he wanted more of it.
Himiko started moving and he tried to rise up to hold her closer but she pushed him down and held him there with her hands on his chest. Since she wouldn't let him up, he settled on a new approach. The next time she came down he thrusted up to meet her, making her bounce back up.
They kept up this rhythm for a while before Izuku just couldn't help himself anymore. He folded Himiko's arms at the elbows, causing her to collapse on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her before pulling her into a kiss, one which she returned with a need as desperate as his own, the taste of themselves on the other's tongue.
He flipped them over, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he kept up the pace they'd set. He could feel her nails digging into his back but he didn't care. He just wanted, needed, to become as close as possible to her.
Eventually, he felt himself getting close again, and gasped out against her lips, "Himiko- I-"
She sealed their lips together again, tightening her legs around his waist. He got the message and picked up the pace, finally finding his second release with one final thrust, painting her insides white as they moaned into each other's mouths.
Eventually, Himiko's legs unlocked themselves from his waist and allowed him to pull out. Then her arms came next, and she maneuvered him to lay on his stomach while she inspected the damage she'd done to his back, damage he wouldn't mind her doing again. She licked up the blood she'd drawn before laying down next to him.
"We should do this again sometime, I'll gladly come here again if it means I can spend my time with you without fighting each other."
"You could stay…we could not be enemies…"
Himiko gave him that somber smile again, "Shigaraki promised me a world where I could be free to be myself, do you think you can make me that same promise?"
Izuku pulled her into his chest, "If I can't make that world now, I'll just have to do it when I'm the Number One Hero."
Himiko giggled, "When did Mr. Christmas Tree get so confident he could say that without blushing?"
This did cause Izuku to blush again, but he was gonna have the last word, "Well, something about a beautiful woman actually liking me, wanting me, despite my flaws, just makes me feel a little bit confident I guess."
She maneuvered herself to have her head resting in the crook of his neck while he hugged her, "Is that so? And what if this beautiful woman said that she didn't just like you, but she loved you, lots and lots might she add."
He hugged her tighter, "I suppose that would make me feel lots and lots more confident then…"
"Hey Izu?"
"Yes Himiko?"
"I love you, lots and lots." She said with her brightest smile yet.
Izuku looked her in the eyes, those beautiful twin suns, and said with as much confidence as he could gather, "I love you too Himiko."
When they fell asleep that night, for once, Izuku slept peacefully the whole night.