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He rummaged for his mask first. That left you groping the walls in the dark for the switch. The overhead light was harsh and you scanned the main space. Spotting a lamp, you made a beeline for it. Quickly, the swap from overhead to end table lamplight was made.
Jin breathed a deep sigh of relief. His jacket fell to the floor and his shoulders mimicked the gesture.
“Thanks for that. You’re a real lifesaver.” He flopped onto the couch, patting a spot next to him. “Don’t act too homey.”
The cushions were saggy and the frame had next to no padding, leading to the odd sensation of sitting atop thin fabric over a barely hidden wooden frame. It reminded you of the little apartment you had about a year ago and helped you relax.
“Anytime, Jin. I know you’d do the same for me.”
The fabric of his mask stretched just so to give the impression of a lopsided grin. He grabbed the remote. “Uh, well… Since drinking and dancing was a bust, how about a little television?”
Did he have actual cable? If so, you’d be impressed by how handy he was. Leeching cable off neighbors was a rare skill these days. And, this television didn’t look quite new enough for new forms of piracy. Either way was the sign of a resourceful.
“How about a movie?”
He obliged you, though the options were slim. You two settled on an old movie that started off in black and white. You scooted closer, resting your cheek on Jin’s shoulder while his arm wrapped around your waist.
“Insane ass lives. I want that.”
“Huh?”
He gestured to the screen. “Living by nature like that. They’ve got pigs and horses! You only see shit like that in movies, y’know?!”
A chuckle tumbled past your lips. “Y’know, I actually visited this mountain a lot as a kid.”
“Really? You’re lying!”
You sat up, one hand on his thigh for support as you enthusiastically recalled those pleasant afternoons. “Seriously! I was helping raise kittens.”
Jin nodded his masked head. “So, Dabi was right… You are a cat person.” He rubbed his chin. “Crazy idea! How about once the coast clears and we get a little spending cash from Shigaraki, we take a little vacation to a cabin! We could feed the deer! I’d hunt one, too! Bye-bye, Bambi!”
It took a lot to not laugh in Twice’s face at the idea of him successfully hunting a deer. He’d scare them off way before he ever spotted them, but it wasn’t a bad idea overall. In fact, it was getting colder. You and him in a cabin alone somewhere sounded downright heavenly.
Rubbing his thigh, you leaned in closer. “Oh, yeah? It’s getting cold out there, Jin. We might have to keep each other warm. Could you do that for me?”
The man swallowed audibly. Despite the mask, the widening of his eyes was easily discernable. He didn’t resist when you slowly raised his mask over his lips.
“Y-Yeah. I could do that.”
The kiss was feather-light. Jin froze but didn’t pull away. He had to be so nervous. But, you wanted him and you wanted him to feel free to pursue you, too. So, you deepened the kiss, fully pressing the plumpness of each other’s mouths together. The tickle of his stubble against your chin compared to the unexpected plushness of his bottom lip made for a delightful contrast.
Emboldened by your blatant desire, Jin finally raised a hand to your waist. He slowly and carefully rubbed it higher along your ribcage. He was still too shy to reach for your breast. Happy to give him the green light, you slide the hand on his thigh up to his stomach.
When you broke that first, chaste kiss, he didn’t break eye contact with you. His voice was, at first, soft and reverent. “You’re gorgeous.” And, then, a rougher tone followed. “I’m gonna drink you.”
There was barely time to let out a shrill cackle of delight before he pulled you back in. His heavy hands were everywhere: your sides, your waist, your tits, your back, your thighs, your ass, your thighs, your hair, your thighs, your thighs, your thighs—!
He was decidedly a leg man.
It was only when he kissed you so deeply that he threatened to tip you over, was licking under and over your tongue and greedily slurping at the wetness mirrored above and below between both sets of your lips, that you found the opening to admire more than his muscles.
His body was going to drive you mad. The impossible valley of his spin between the twin muscles on either side of his perfect back had been the object of your fascination for much of this make-out. You shamelessly moaned in approval at the firmness of his shoulders and the swell of his biceps. He flexed them for you, you knew, and it took the air from your lungs to know he was eager to give you what you wanted.
Finally breaking the kiss to flop back on the too-small couch, you panted in unison with him above you. His hands caged you in and you reached up to caress his cheek. Your hand trailed down his neck until you squeezed one of his fat pecs.
Goddamned beefcake. You were going to eat him alive.
“I want your mouth,” Jin shamelessly pleaded, voice rumbling and raspy. Then, with a hint of embarrassment, a smaller, sweeter voice followed up. “Maybe we should go to the bed.”
With one knee rubbing at his hip, you raised a brow. “You worried we’ll make a mess?”
“Uh…”
You fluttered your lashes. “I’d love to see you make a mess of me, Jin… But, yeah, I wouldn’t wanna fuck up your couch. You got a towel?”
He nodded stupidly, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he stood up. He marched to the bathroom with purpose.
After double-checking that the front door was locked and the blinds to his window were shut, you returned to the couch. Biting your lip, you found your nerves were much more jittery when it came time to do what your pussy insisted was a good idea mere seconds ago. But, while Jin was collecting a towel from his bathroom, you stripped yourself of your dress, panties, and bra. Feigning a confidence you almost truly felt, you sat in the middle of the couch with your legs spread and your arms thrown over the back.
When Jin stepped out, he froze. An exaggerated lowering and raising of his gaze settled whatever worry you had been carrying. He joined you with a towel and condom.
“Holy shit,” he praised, kneeling before you. “Uh, sit up for me…”
You obeyed, letting him put down the towel before you sat back down on it. “You like what you see?”
The condom was left on the coffee table as he put both hands on your thighs. He looked over your cunt, admiring how the juices of it glistened on the tidy bush around your slit. His characteristic brashness shined through as he prodded at your fat lips with not one inquisitive finger but with the entire heel of his palm.
The wide-spread pressure was delicious. You tossed your head back, letting out an approving sigh.
That was all the permission Jin needed. He kissed your thigh. “I hope I drown!”
Your giggles quickly turned into little gasps. It was hard to laugh at his outbursts when he pressed his plush lips against your cunt and flicked his tongue along the sloped opening of your pussy.
“Attaboy,” you praised as you clutched the top of his mask. It took all of your discipline to not snatch it off his head, but you didn’t want him panicking while he made out with your lower lips.
The praise only spurred him on with more enthusiasm. He licked and kissed your inner thighs. He traced the divots of muscle and joints with his calloused index and middle fingers. Those same digits prodded shallowly in your hole, teasing you with sensation as he pressed kitten licks all along the site.
That was to say nothing of the adoring way he kissed your clit.
“Well, aren’t you sweet?” A wry grin played on your lips as you explored his thighs with the ball of one foot. A toe edged near his hard cock. “Enjoying yourself?”
He swallowed, panted, and finally looked back up to you. “Ya keep doin’ that voice and I’ll nut.”
He liked being bossed around and teased? Noted. “Ah, ah, ah. On the couch with me. I’ve got plans for you and that dick, Jin.”
The swiftness with which the man obeyed thrilled you. Together, the two of you slid his pants off. You took the condom from the table, rolling it down his cock with plenty of pets.
“Now,” you purred, “you’re ready.”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Jin breathed as you straddled him, “you’re the perfect whore. I’m sorry. You’re so pretty. I’m gettin’ nervous. Ride me, ya goddamned slut!”
With the tip of the rubber just nestled shallowly inside of you, you squeezed his cheeks together with one hand. “Now, now… Language! I’d better hear a please in there.”
Jin whined. “Please fuck me.”
Maybe it was the way you smiled. Maybe it was the way you took him to the base in your warm, tight embrace. Maybe it was the approval you gave him after—“Attaboy.”—whatever did it, he held you close and buried his face in your neck. He whimpered even more.
From there, it was a rodeo. You rode him rough and hard, powerful thighs working over time. The dulled ridges of his veins hit you almost just right. His tip prodded deep in you and even dragged along just the right spots within you… But, it was always just shy of the right sensation.
Goddamned condoms. But, you weren’t fool enough to do this without them.
“Shit,” Jin mumbled. “I’m close.”
Pride fluttered in your chest. Even if you were going to need a vibrator whenever you got home, you wanted to make him feel good. Playing with the exposed hairs on the nape of his neck, you carefully offered a solution.
“You ever do anything with anyone else’s quirk?”
He rested his hands on your thighs. “Whatcha got in mind?”
You bit your lip. “Just… trust me. I’ll stop if you tell me to.”
Jin nodded. With that, one of your phantom limbs snaked out. It reached deep within him, just a few inches above his asshole. There, you used the intangible limb to prod at his prostate. He bucked into you.
“Holy shit! Was that you?” All of his meekness melted away.
You squeaked as he rolled you onto the couch cushions, hovering above you. He quickly reinserted himself, grinning like a maniac. “Do it again.”
A satisfied grin couldn’t form on your lips. You moaned as he rammed into you as soon as your stimulating of his prostate continued. He liked assplay. That was just fine. You could give that plenty! If you could take the crazy way he was rutting into you!!
Was he still wearing the condom? He had to be… But, the speed, the maddening pleasure-pain combination of him ramming into you over and over again, the grip he had on you, the heat of his breath on your shoulders, and the feverish kisses that missed more than they connected.
You came. You came with a strangled cry and Jin bowed his head between your breasts. Your quirk deactivated as you went boneless. He collapsed atop you, wheezing.
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah… So, it was good?”
“I want more. You’re gonna kill me if we keep going. I need to rest for ten years. I feel like a new man.”
He rolled off you, wobbling as he clumsily slid off the condom and tied it. You wrapped the towel around your hips as you followed him into the bathroom. He was already going for another cigarette.
“Could I borrow a shirt for the night?” you asked, assuming he would let you stay. You were in no condition to make it to your motel room now.
He nodded wordlessly. Once he returned with a ratty, faded band tee, you yawned.
“Oh, yeah… You ever use your quirk for sex? I feel like you’d be real popular.” A giggle and a wink from you to him. “Or, at least, never lonely.”
He looked off and crossed his arms. “Uh, that’s kinda embarrassin’. I got caught once doin’ that. It was on them for openin’ the door!”
Reaching for the shower nobs, you hummed in thought. “Maybe I’ll let you measure me soon… If you promise not to replace me.”
The man swallowed thickly. “I won’t.”