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Assumed reader traits: hair that can be pulled (no mention of texture), sassy personality traits, submissive during sex, vigilante, undefined quirk, would wear heels and dress. Body size is not insinuated by being picked up. He’s a literal super hero. Blush does not refer to skin color in this fic but the warming of cheeks and shy expression.
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Warnings/kinks: Protected sex, semi-public sex, romance, enemies to lovers, D/s terms ‘sir, babygirl,’ face fucking, safe signal, dirty talk, oral sex.
Masquerade balls were something you’d only ever heard about in movies. You couldn’t deny the prospect was intriguing; donning your most elegant attire, confidence boosted by your anonymity and the intoxication brought on by such a magical atmosphere. You and your fellow party goers were almost doomed to desire, inhibitions washed away long before the wine and spirits start to flow.
The mystery, majesty, and potential for mischief were far too enticing to resist.
So, when you received an invitation to Midnight’s Masquerade, you didn’t think twice about accepting…
It was fall.
Crisp night air whipped across the balcony, sending goosebumps pebbling across your exposed skin. Although summer only just ended, the nights already had a bite to them; one you really should have expected.
A few quick rubs along your biceps warmed you up enough, and it wasn’t long long before the breeze began to ebb. Once the coast was clear, you relaxed against the marble railing, enjoying the city lights and shifting leaves that sprawled beneath the mountaintop mansion.
Despite the entertaining theme of the party, you couldn’t help but feel exhausted after so many hours of social interaction. Luckily, the friend you brought along struck up conversation with another mysterious, masked patron- a vivacious blonde with seemingly limitless supplies of talkative energy, and a voice loud enough to rattle the windows.
Their boisterous demeanor provided the perfect opportunity to slip away and steal a few precious moments for yourself.
Just as you settled in, allowing your muscles to soften with a sigh, the creaking of the double doors behind you grabbed your attention.
Well, the solitude was nice while it lasted.
Your gaze remained fixed on the horizon.
Perhaps, whoever it was would be dissuaded by another presence, opting instead to return inside and find their own place to hide.
You could only hope.
Curiosity got the better of you, and after a few short moments, you glanced over your shoulder.
A tall man, attractively rugged from what you could see of him, stood before the closed doors. His long dark hair was swept up in a half bun, accentuating his handsome jawline. He filled out the well-tailored black suit he wore quite nicely, and you couldn’t help but loose a quiet hum in appreciation of his lean but sturdy frame.
Sighing heavily, he fiddled with the silken tie he clearly didn’t enjoy wearing, before sending his long, slender fingers through his ebony strands. As he reached the height of his bun, he tugged gently, pulling the band loose and allowing his hair to fall free with a shake.
When his eyes raked across the balcony, it was clear he hadn’t noticed you. A strange sound, something like a choked-back squeak, escaped him as his eyes fell on you.
You couldn’t help but giggle.
“Apologies, my friend,” you teased, “didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”
He was flustered by your presence, breathing an awkward chuckle in response. Noticing his own odd behavior, he quickly shoved his hands in his pockets, clearing the air with a cough.
“It’s not that easy to surprise me.” His voice was deep and soothing. You felt yourself soften with just those few words. “Sorry I disturbed you.”
“You’re more than welcome to share my balcony,” you offered, presenting him the space with a flourish.
A curious smirk pulled at his lips.
“Yours, huh?”
The stranger visibly relaxed at your humor. Sauntering to the ledge, he brought his elbows to rest atop the railing a respectful distance from you. Heavy-lidded eyes drifted shut as he took a deep, cleansing breath, basking in the cool night air.
A comfortable silence washed over you, each person thankful for allowing the other a chance to recharge. It wasn’t often someone would feel secure enough to stand quietly with a stranger.
To your surprise, after a few minutes, it was he who chose to break the quiet.
“Here with anyone?”
You smirked. Surely he wasn’t hitting on you based solely on the way this black dress compliment your curves?
“I am. She’s inside.”
He hummed in response.
“That’s good. Shouldn’t be too hard to catch you, then.”
Your head whipped towards him.
With a slow, Cheshire grin he turned to you, resting his cheek on his palm.
You seethed.
The man interrupting your solitude was not just some random party goer. He was Shouta Aizawa. A pro hero who had been a thorn in your side since god knows when.
Being a vigilante wasn’t as glamorous as some may believe. Not only did you have to stay on the move when dealing with villains, you had to constantly be on the lookout for heroes who think you no better than their prey.
Swallowing hard, you tried to steel your nerves.
Which wasn’t all that easy when you were quickly realizing that your nemesis also happened to be one of the most fuckable men alive. You hadn’t seen him this close before.
“Now, now, Eraser,” you cooed, matching his wide grin with one of your own, “You wouldn’t want to ruin your friend’s party now, would you?”
Your smile was just as charming as your curves. He’d have to give you that.
Shouta was in a more difficult predicament than he let on.
It’s true, the situation would provide the perfect opportunity to catch and capture you. You were quick on your feet, but even you weren’t going anywhere fast in those heels.
On the other hand though… he was tired. The party had dragged on forever, and if it wasn’t for Hizashi, he’d have been home and in his bed hours ago.
Taking you in would be… time consuming, to say the least. After catching you, he’d have to entertain you for who knows how long as he got you booked. He could already tell you weren’t the type to shut up just to spare him a headache.
“Why are you here?” he finally asked, raising a brow at you expectantly.
You stammered, suddenly recognizing just how screwed you were if he decided to take you in, “You mean, a-at the party?”
He chuckled at your wavering voice. “Mhm.”
You sighed before muttering, “Nemuri invited me.”
And you swore then and there you would never forgive her ass for it.
“Doesn’t surprise me,” he shrugged, “she has no problem associating with unsavory types.”
“What’s that say about you then?” you bit back.
His palm twitched.
Shouta was no saint.
You were positively stunning, and it’s not as though he hadn’t noticed it before. He was also impressed with how well you handled your quirk, despite not having any formal training, so that only bolstered his attraction. Although he didn’t often seek out the bratty type, a smart mouth now and again was admittedly electrifying.
“Honestly, I don’t have the energy to take you in,” he said eventually, pushing off the railing. “Just… don’t break the law for the rest of the evening if you don’t mind…”
Your heart leapt.
Was he… really going to let you go? You couldn’t believe it.
No… really. You couldn’t believe it.
Usually if something seems too good to be true, it is. “What’s with the pity?” you sneered, “You don’t seem like the type to bend the rules.”
“Oh, don’t I?”
The devilish smirk he flashed made your stomach flip. Your gaze fell, avoiding the piercing eyes looking back at you as they became too much to bear. However, as it did, you noticed something that made you balk.
He followed your line of vision, growling once he saw what you were looking at before whirling back towards the railing.
“Oh my… shame on you Eraserhead. What was it that got you? My dress or my mouth?” Your anxieties faded away at the sight. An entirely new type of victory was well within your grasp.
Groaning, he buried his face in the crook of his elbow.
Judging by the bulge in his slacks, the pro was quite impressive. And you’d be a dirty little liar as well as a criminal if you said you weren’t flattered.
You straightened up, bit your lip, and decided you’d see just how much of a ‘rogue hero’ this famous pro really was.
“You know, it’s pretty nice of you not to ruin my evening,” you purred, voice sultry and low, “wouldn’t want it to end in handcuffs.” Bringing your hand to trace the deep V of your dress, you grinned. “Unless… you’re into that sorta thing?”
“Fuck.”
Shouta made the dire mistake of looking at you from the corner of his eye. Why’d you have to be so goddamn sexy? This wouldn’t even be an option if he wasn’t on the world’s longest dry spell.
Well… it probably would be, but the man had dignity to uphold
“Sorry (Y/n), I said I’d bend the ethics barrier, not shatter it.”
An exaggerated moan escaped you, luring his eyes towards the sound on instinct.
“I love the way you say my name… Eraser.”
“Christ..,” he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “You really are forward,”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I not demure enough for you?” you quipped, batting your eyelashes innocently.
“I quite like it, actually. It’s nice not having to guess what you’re thinking.” a brief pause followed. And just as you abandoned your tease and your eyes settled back on the horizon, he spoke again, “and let’s just say, that fox mask is very appropriate for you.”
Your bravado failed at the compliment, clever grin replaced by bunched, warming cheeks.
Holy shit. He was smooth.
Your wavering confidence only emboldened him. Calmly he straightened, slipping a hand in his pocket before addressing you.
“Hey,” he called and you turned to him. You were charmed by the way he flicked his chin when he instructed you to follow. “Come this way.”
Your heart raced. It’s not that you were afraid of him, quite the opposite in fact. He was much more charismatic than you’d expected. But you were still hesitant as you followed him to a secluded corner of the balcony, with nothing but a lone ficus for decoration.
Your arms folded as he leaned against the wall, casual and collected.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked, a playful, curious lilt to his voice.
Fuck. Why was the way he tilted his head so goddamn sexy?
You nodded, but he wasn’t satisfied.
“Use your words for me.”
You choked back a whimper. Already aroused by his demeanor and authoritative tone.
“Y-Yeah. I want you to touch me.”
“Good girl.”
You shivered. Dear god he was going to make you cum without even putting his hands on you.
“My name’s Shouta. Shouta Aizawa. Now we’re on even ground.”
Even ground? That was… surprising. You hadn’t expected him to be so… considerate.
You smiled, a bit shyly as you said, “Thank you, Shouta.”
He offered you his hand, beckoning slightly.
When you accepted it, he tugged, bringing you falling into his chest.
Your heart hammered in your rib cage, hand coming up to brace yourself on the breast of his suit. This wasn’t how you expected your evening to go. But when he looked down at you, tracing his fingertips over your exposed back before curling them around your hip, you stopped worrying about the what-ifs, and embraced them.
Your lashes fluttered at his touch. He knew what he was doing. Barely making contact with your flesh to heighten the sensation. The hand not holding you came up to graze your jaw, and he hummed approvingly when you sought out the tender caress.
“Show me your pretty face,” he told you, voice quiet but firm.
You nodded, swallowing thickly in a gesture that was equal parts excitement and trepidation.
Muscles tensing, you allowed his fingers to curl under your mask, lifting it up and off your cheeks. You relished the cool air greeting the skin beneath it, before opening your eyes once more.
He lightly tossed it into the nearby planter. You didn’t take offense; you were too focused on the pleasurable tingle of his knuckles brushing along your cheek.
“Beautiful.”
Your lip trembled.
Suddenly, you felt afraid and far too vulnerable- but those fears dissolved once he kissed you.
He braced the small of your back, lips parting softly. His mouth slanted across your own, kissing you gently before he drew your bottom lip between his teeth. He was tender, patient. Far too intimate for a stranger… but you couldn’t stop from sinking further into bliss.
You sighed when he nibbled the soft flesh. Shivered when he slowly tugged it back. And breathed a wavering sigh when he ran his tongue along it.
You were… melting.
There was experience in the way he moved. He gave these experimental little pecks and nibbles, rewarding your moans and whines with more of the same before testing the waters with something new. A kiss that started warm and slow, reached a boiling point quickly. Your nails digging into his pecs. His fingertips gripping your hips pulling you to grind against him.
When you finally pulled back, you were utterly breathless.
“Fuck…” you huffed, looking to him in awe.
He smiled down at you, a grin tickling his mouth.
“What can I say? I’m a romantic.”
“A good fucking kisser is what you are.”
He chuckled at that.
Affection and arousal had you eager. You wanted to blow his mind just like he had yours.
Slowly, seductively, you sank to your knees, hands roaming his torso as your eyes stayed locked on his.
“Fuck..,” he muttered as he watched you, Adam’s Apple bobbing slightly, “what do you think you’re doing down there, hmm, princess?”
You moaned, cursed, and ran your fingertips up and down his thigh.
“Thanking you-”
He breathed a laugh, letting his hand fall behind your neck. You yelped quietly when fingers scratched lightly at your scalp, curling to a gentle tug.
“I don’t need a pity fuck. But if you want to suck my cock, I won’t stop you.”
“Please-” You nodded against his grip, earning yourself a low growl.
“You like it rough?” he asked, loosening his belt with one hand.
You shuddered as you choked out a strained “yes.”
“Of course you do. I think you like to be a little bad… isn’t that right?”
You couldn’t hold back that moan. The teasing lilt in his voice mixed with the way his cock sprung free had you squirming in your skin.
“Y-Yes.”
He stroked himself as he watched you, panting and needy before him. This was an interesting development. He knew at this point, sucking him off would feel euphoric in your submissive state. That sassy mouth had him fooled for a moment, but it looked like you wanted to be a good girl after all.
“Stick our your tongue for me.”
You did so eagerly, trying to make your eyes as wide and innocent as possible. Keeping control of your head, he brought the leaking tip down to rub across your tongue. You moaned on contact, curling the wet muscle around it. He hissed at the sensation, jerking his hips slightly before reminding you to be still and patient for him.
Fuck.You really were good. Letting him smear his precum around your tongue like that. He bit his lip, holding you firm as he slipped his cock between your lips.
“That’s a good girl. Now wrap your lips around it.”
You obliged him, enveloping his length with silk and heat. Sensing he might enjoy even more control, you kept still after that, waiting patiently and blinking up at him slowly.
“God fucking dammit,” he growled through his teeth, tightening his hold on your hair. “Go ahead; you can suck it… but after a bit I’ll be fucking that pretty mouth of yours. Understood?”
You hummed around him, nodding as best you could.
He exhaled shakily, regaining his composure before continuing.
“If you need me to stop, tap my thigh. Show me.” You did as he asked, moaning again at his knowledge and consideration.
Once more he carded those long fingers through his hair, loosing his grip before giving you the go ahead.
He was in heaven the moment you started moving.
Your mouth felt incredible, so soft and wet. With every backstroke, you hallowed your cheeks, rolling your tongue around the tip. His hips jerked when you licked along the underside and gave him long, lavish sucks.
“Such a good little cocksucker,” he mumbled, petting your head as you bobbed up and down his length.
And Christ that was an understatement. Your pretty sounds of pleasure fanned his arousal. It turned him on knowing you were enjoying it just as much as he was.
Once you deepthroated him, moaning lewdly as you pulled out to the tip, it was all over. He grabbed your hair again, warned you what was about to happen, and took what he wanted from you.
“Look at me. The entire time,” he demanded.
“Mhm.” Was all you could manage, eyes already tearing up again.
When he felt your throat relax, his hips began to rock.
He cursed the first time you took him all the way. Growled the second. And lost his mind the third.
“Fuck, look at you. Taking my cock so fucking well. Now that was a pretty sound. You like when I talk to you like that. Hmm? When I tell you what a good little girl you are choking on my dick?”
You pleaded with your mouth full, pussy aching and dripping with desire. His growls became constant as he held you there, forcing every inch down your tight throat.
After a few more deep strokes, you reached your limit, tapping on his thigh.
“Fuck. Good girl,” he huffed, releasing you.
You sputtered, panting, and in a flash his hand was at your cheek to comfort you.
“Are you alright?”
You nodded breathlessly, muttering out a meek “Y-Yeah,” only to smile up at him a moment later to ask for more. “Can I keep going?”
God, where have you been his whole life?
His eyes rolled back, a quiet curse escaping him. He nodded, guiding you back onto his twitching cock. Your sounds started back up immediately.
“Shhh,” he peered down at you through his panther mask and lowered lashes, dark eyes blown by lust. “You’re pretty loud for someone with their mouth full.”
You ignored his instruction, making more lustful noises as you took him deeper.
He grunted in response, cradling the back of your head to guide you back and forth. “God you look so good sucking my cock. Pretty little mouth all stretched out. Fuck. Deeper. Good girl. Good girl.”
His head lolled back as he let you set the pace.
You got the idea he needed this. His muscles, which earlier were tense and alert, were now nice and relaxed, body softening as he surrendered to the pleasure. Your tongue swirled again, earning you more hissed praise.
“Again… fuck,” he choked out.
It was a sound that excited you more then you’d like to admit. You repeated the motion, this time reaching up to cup his balls gently. He made a satisfying strangled sound that only made you want to milk him dry.
To your dismay, he pulled you off, panting with restraint.
“I was close.”
“Then why’d you stop me?” you questioned, reaching forward only to have your hand pulled away.
“Because I’d rather finish when that pretty pussy cums around my cock.”
“O-Oh.”
Ignoring your dazed expression, he pulled you up, pressing you against the wall to capture in another searing kiss. It was deep and grateful.You’d just given him the cock sucking of a lifetime.
“I don’t have, a c-condom,” you managed to choke out between heavy breaths.
Abruptly, he pulled back, and your stomach sank with disappointment,
“Oh that’s not a problem.”
Wait… he couldn’t be serious? Surely he wouldn’t be so irresponsible as to suggest-
“There it is.” His voice snapped you from your stupor.
He was sifting through the potted ficus, producing a small, wooden box. Victoriously, he popped the lid, retrieving square bit of foil and waving it back and forth.
“What the-“
“I always thought Kayama was a bit overzealous, squirreling these away throughout her home…” he chuckled, “guess I’ll have to thank her later.”
“Oh my god that’s brilliant.”
You plucked the foil from his hand, curling your palm around the back of his neck to pull him in for another kiss. Reaching down, you stroked his cock, thick and throbbing. You took a second to peel the foil, casting it aside for now before rolling it onto him. As soon as you were done, he lifted you, chuckling at your surprised squeak.
“Don’t worry. I won’t drop you.”
He encouraged your legs to wrap around his waist, supporting your ass with one strong arm while he pulled your panties to the side. You gasped as his cock slipped up your slit teasingly.
“You want it, babygirl?”
You nodded eagerly with a sweet ‘mhm.’
“Then say it for me.”
“Please fuck me, Sir.”
Ooooh he liked that… if the deep, rumbling growl he produced was anything to go by.
“I don’t know why… but fuck it’s sexy doing this with your panties still on. Wish I could see out here.”
With a giggle you lifted your hips, sliding your folds along his shaft.
“Oh fuck, princess… keep doing that,” he groaned, head lolling to the side as he watched you. Fuck, you were something else. Giving him exactly what he wanted without even being asked. When your entrance caught on his cock head he gripped your hips, pushing himself inside you slowly.
“Oh fuck-” you whimpered, almost overwhelmed by his thickness.
“Take it slow,” he reassured you, “that’s it.”
With him buried inside you, you both panted, mouths hovering close in a near-kiss. Your lips drew closer, only to part on a needy moan when he bounced you once. He teased you, dragging himself in and out slowly a few times before setting a smooth, easy pace.
Your fingers dug into the muscles of his back, eliciting a hiss. His teeth found your neck, dragging along the sensitive skin as he whispered, “Too bad for this thing… I would’ve loved to make a mess all over that pretty dress of yours”
“F-Fuck!”
His words had you clenching around him. Begging for him to fuck your starving pussy harder.
“Oooh, so eager… too bad I don’t have my scarf. I’d like to tie you up and take my fucking time with you,” his words came through clenched teeth as he pulled you up and down his length, filling the otherwise quiet balcony with a symphony of wet slaps. “Good girl… fuck, you’re so tight.”
“Harder, please-” you begged, clutching at his shoulders. He used the wall to brace you, gripping and spreading your ass with his palms.
“LIsten…” he breathed, and you tried to stifle your needy cries. “Hear how wet that little pussy is for me?”
“FUCK!”
His mouth dropped with yours as he quickened his pace. You felt incredible around him. So tight and dripping wet. His eyes rolled with a groan as he imagined how your bare pussy would feel. His thumb found your clit, tracing delicate circles that had your whines rising in pitch.
“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”
Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as you nodded.. His thumb swirled your clit in perfect rhythm with his hips; deep, leg-shaking thrusts that had your walls fluttering around him.
“Come on kitten. Cum for me.”
The pet name made you jolt.
Your head tossed back on a moan, legs pulling his hips to encourage him to fuck you deeper. Praises tumbled from him as your walls spasmed. Fuck, you were milking him just right… there was no way he could hold back. Pulling your palm away he captured your lips in a desperate kiss, groaning into your mouth.
When the feeling was overwhelming, he growled, breaking the kiss before burying himself in your shoulder and rocking you gently on his cock.
“G-God-” was all you could manage when he devolved to twitching muscles and pants.His lips found your neck, peppering slow, affectionate kisses there. He rode your orgasm out slowly, shallow thrusts that kept you feeling pleasure longer. When you complained of oversensitity he laughed, resting his forehead against yours.
“That felt amazing.Thank you,” he sighed, placing one more appreciative peck on your lips before letting you back to earth gently.
Shouta braced you as you found your feet, aware that you were probably wobbly on them at best. “You feeling alright?” He brought a hand to cup your cheek.
You smiled.
“A little spacey. But yeah I feel good.”
He hummed thoughtfully.
“Good. Then take a seat at the table over there. I’ll get you some water.”
Once he cleaned himself up then straightened his disheveled mask and clothing, Shouta slipped back inside.
You wondered if anyone would notice how long the two of you had been out there for, and chuckled when you decided that lively guest from earlier probably kept your friend very busy.
Shouta wasn’t absent long, returning soon after with a glass of water and a plate of hors d'oeuvres he probably swiped from some tired waiter.
“Here. Drink this and have something to eat.”
After placing your refreshments on the table, he unbuttoned his suit jacket, shrugging it off before offering it to you.
“Really?”
He chuckled, cocking a smirk as though the question was silly, “Yes?”
You accepted the gesture gratefully, heat claiming your cheeks as you slipped it over your shoulders. It smelled like him. A cypress-y warm scent that you could imagine lulling you to sleep… maybe while you rested on his strong, sculpted chest.
You shook the thought off quickly.
For the first time that night, he removed his mask, exhaling in relief once he did so.
Yep. Just as handsome as you remembered him.
“Stand up for a second.”
You obliged him, confused, only to fluster once again when he stole your seat and pulled you back into his lap.Warmth enveloped you, comforting and soothing your dizzy mind.
“That feels… good.” you slurred, leaning back to rest your head in the crook of his neck. The food and water was doing its job, so you let yourself relax into his arms.
“Mhm.”
Slowly, his hand drifted up, tracing the outline of your neck which made you purr contentedly. He kissed your cheek, whispering another ‘good girl,’ as you basked in the affection.
As your lids became heavy, breath turning to soft puffs on Shouta’s neck, a terrible thought brought your bliss to a screeching halt.
This was dangerous - the intensity of your emotions. You could anticipate the ache once you parted ways… that incessant, nagging anxiousness as you agonized over the possibility of him calling you.
Passionate one night stands were always the worst.
You sat up, earning a questioning hum.
“This is too much for a dirty, casual public fuck,” you chuckled, popping another grape in your mouth as you made to stand.
He gripped your hips, stopping you.
Your breath hitched.
“Did it feel dirty to you?”
His question gave you pause.
No. It hadn’t. It felt incredible. Sweet and romantic… familiar despite being unlike anything you’d ever had.
“Look,” he mumbled after a few moments, sitting up to rest his chin on your shoulder. “I’m not really a hit and quit kind of guy.I’m a bit of a sap, honestly.”
You blushed. Tucking your chin slightly as you listened.
“I would apologize for moving too fast, but you came onto me- quite aggressively if I recall.”
You giggled, smiling at his playful responding growl as he held you tighter.
“It can be once if you want. But I’ve chased you for a while -halfheartedly, I might add- so it’s not as though we’re complete strangers.”
You knew it. You knew he wasn’t really trying all those times he had you cornered, only to blunder at the last moment allowing your escape.
“I’d like to take you out. Get to know you. Chemistry is obviously there,” he smirked, “but I’d love to see if we align in other areas.”
You felt… warm, almost cozy, and definitely secure. Both of you were heroes, just different kinds. You couldn’t get into a fancy school like UA, but you saved people just like he did… and he recognized that… respected it.
“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”
He hummed contentedly, and you felt his scar press into your cheek when he added: “Great to know you’re into BDSM too,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “such a good girl already.”
You shivered. Mumbled out a shy ‘stop it’ before giggling at his attacking scruff.
“I can also help train that quirk of yours, if you’d like. I’m impressed with how you use it, and I’ve thought of some clever tricks you could use..”
Your snorted. “What? You’re a teacher now too?”
“Yes, actually.”
You blinked in surprise, but your expression quickly shifted to a devious smirk.
“Maybe I should’ve called you ‘Sensei’ instead of Sir, mmm?”
Your breath hitched when his lips turned to your ear, his hold around you tightening.
“Maybe next time you should try it.”