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You were headed home after another successful shift. You had managed to crack a notorious human trafficking ring and you were still riding the high when you unlocked the apartment door.
You immediately began stripping different parts of your hardware and scattering it all across the apartment. You beelined to the fridge and bent over to rummage for a drink.
“You know, you really should lock your windows.” A deep voice from the corner of your apartment sounds. You grab your choice drink and straighten to face your intruder.
“I can usually handle the riffraff that comes in here.” You said, casually leaning on your kitchen counter, facing the stranger.
“Are you sure about that?” The stranger stepped out from his hiding spot, barely illuminated by the fluorescent light of your kitchenette.
“I know who you are, Eraserhead.” you said his hero name mockingly, popping the bottle off your drink.
“Oh is that so?” he said smugly, stepping even closer, “I didn’t realize you were a fan.”
“Hardly,” you said shaking your head, taking a sip.
“Mmmm,” he hummed, “but you know my quirk?” Another step forward. The only thing now separating you two was a few creaky floorboards and your kitchen counter.
“I do.” You nodded.
“And you’re not scared?” he asked, almost fascinated.
You laughed at his audacity. This puzzled him even more.
“Sorry, Eraser,” you laughed, “but I don’t need my quirk to beat your ass.”
Before his eyebrows could even furrow to show his confusion, you chucked your drink at him. He dodged it, obviously, but the distraction gave you just enough time to vault the counter and clock him right across the face.
He stumbled, obviously taken aback. You had done your homework on all the local heroes. You knew the most dangerous part about Eraserhead was his capture scarf. The best way to combat it was quick, close combat. That meant you had to finish this fast. You couldn’t give him a chance to use it.
While he was still off balance, you followed up with a punch to the gut. This time he was more prepared and absorbed the blow better. He grabbed your arm to keep you in place and delivered a brutal kick to your side. It was harsher than you expected from him and you stumble to the floor. He somehow got your arm tangled in his capture weapon during the short duration of the fight.
You knew you would lose with both of you in your current positions, especially tangled in his scarf, so you kicked his feet out from under him. He crashed to the ground and you took his recovery time to attempt to detangle yourself but was unsuccessful. He lunged at you, trying to get the upper hand. He tried to pin you, using your entanglement to his advantage, but you kicked his side repeatedly until you heard a crunch.
You forced him on his back with you on top. Somehow in the scuffle, you had got even more tangled, with his capture weapon now across your torso.
You had to end this. You weren’t going to kill him, but you needed to get the hell out of dodge. You wrapped your hands around his throat, hoping he would easily slip into unconsciousness. Though things could never be that easy for you.
Eraserhead reached through the tangle of his capture weapon and picked out one of the strands that was attached to your wrist. With a quick tug, he ripped your tangled hand away from his throat. This threw you off balance and he took the opportunity to flip you both so you were on your back. He took your free hand and tied it to the other. In a matter of seconds, you were incapacitated and pinned.
For a moment you were both still, the only noise of heavy breathing and the only movement of rising chests. Then you remembered you had legs, legs this hero was currently nestled between.
You used your dominant leg to deliver a kick to his side. He grunted and used his free hand to still your leg by holding it against his side.
“Stop,” he said commandingly. Of course, you didn't. You continued to squirm underneath him. You bucked your hips hoping to unseat him from on top of you. He mostly just looked annoyed at your pointless attempts.
He tried to hold you still, but you just kept writhing underneath him. He fully leaned forward over you, trying to secure you further. He adjusted his hips, trying to secure your legs more. That is when you felt he was hard.
In his attempt to secure you, Eraserhead was grided directly on your clit with his hard length. The rough motion caused you to release a surprised gasp.
He stopped and looked at you. Your face held no shame or embarrassment. You held his eye contact.
To your surprise, he did it again, never breaking eye contact. You took a shaky breath in when he ground on your clit. He must have liked your reaction because he did it again and you squirmed under him.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked in a deep, gruff voice. You shook your head no. This small act of encouragement was enough to spur him on. He started grinding on you in earnest now, never taking his eyes off of you.
On one particularly harsh stroke, you let out a quiet moan and arched your back into him. That moment was when Eraserhead lost all self-restraint.
He let go of your hands and smashed your lips together. You gasped in your surprise at his boldness and that allowed him to invade your mouth with his tongue. He was forceful, messy, and desperate. He swallowed all of your moans, whines, and whimpers as if he were a starved man. It was hard for you to keep up with him.
You put your now unrestrained but still bound hands around his head. You tangled your hands into his hair, needing something to hold on to from the way he was viciously grinding on you.
He finally gave you a chance to catch your breath, moving to your pepper love bites down your neck. He reached the junction of your neck and slowly let his incisors scrape across the sensitive skin. His ministrations summoned a whine as you held onto him tighter for purchase. In just a couple more thrusts you were feeling the beginning of your orgasm.
“Eraser,” you said between heavy breaths, “I’m close.”
With one last kiss to your neck, he resurfaced to make eye contact.
“Then come for me.” In a couple more thrusts you were doing just that. The pleasure splashed over you in a wave. A strangled groan left your throat as you arched your back. Your fingers tangled in his hair tightened, scratching his scalp and you got rewarded with a low groan.
When you had come down, you pulled his lips to yours. He was still hungry and fighting for dominance within your mouth. You searched the back of his jumpsuit for some kind of zipper. After being unsuccessful in your search, you pulled his hair and after a growl, he parted from your lips.
“How the fuck do you get out of this thing?” You asked pulling at his clothes. He cracked you a smile and gave you a quick kiss before attempting to detangle himself from you so he could get undressed.
You watched him take off his clothes with wrapt attention. His chest was incredibly toned and he looked strong. His hero costume was baggy and made him look almost scrawny, but now you saw that that was all for appearance.
He let his jumpsuit hang at his waist and you were following the v of his muscles into his still-clothed bottom half, due to the tangle of the capture weapon. He was coming back to you when you got impatient and lightly kicked him with your leg.
He returned to his place between your legs and really took you in. Your cheeks flush and your chest still heaving from the aftermath of your orgasm. He felt you, your curves. From your breasts to your hips, with gentle hands. Finally, he met your eyes.
“I’m not gonna be naked alone.” He laughed at you, shaking his head.
You looked down at the binding cloth wrapped around your chest and stomach.
“How are we gonna-” You were interrupted by Eraserhear ripping your shirt off your body as if it were tissue paper. You scoffed at his boldness.
“I’ll buy you another one.” He said as he met your lips. Your stomach dropped at the implication that there would be more after this. His thumb brushed against your nipple, making it hard. Your groans made both of your lips tingle.
He kissed down your neck to your chest, toying with your nipple before putting it in his mouth. He gently sucked and swirled his tongue around your tit. When his hand moved to toy with your other one, you arched into him and whined like a bitch. Your hands in his hair pulled a little too hard. The vibrations from his groans felt amazing on your nipple.
You locked your legs behind his back, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He moved off your nipple and began to lavish the rest of your breast with kisses. You knew you would be covered in hickeys after this. He made a path of kisses as he moved from one tit to the other.
He ran his tongue around your peak being incredibly gentle. The same could not be said for the other nipple. He tweaked it in a quick motion and caused you to make a shocked, pained noise. He laughed into your skin, tongue continuing to suckle at your nipple.
“Bastard,” you muttered under your breath.
“I’m sorry what was that?” he asked, leaving your nipple with a pop. His absence and the cold air made you shiver.
“Nothing.” You said smugly.
“Really?” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Really.” There was challenge in your voice. That’s good, Shota liked a challenge.
He narrowed his eyes at you. You didn’t look away.
After a moment, he continued his trail of kisses down your chest. When he reached your pants he ripped them off. You marveled at his strength, a cheap cotton shirt was one thing but nylon was another.
He was now face to face with your panty-clad cunt. You knew that you had probably already soaked through them by now. Your suspicion was confirmed by a deep hearty chuckle from the hero. Your eyes met his where he was between your legs.
“Eager aren’t we?” His voice was scratchy, something that you thought must be reserved strictly for sex.
“Oh please, I’d like to see the state of your underwear right now.” You leaned back, smacking your head against your floorboards.
He must not have liked your minimal sign of disengagement as his response was to lick your clothes cunt. Your head snapped up in time to see his smirk before he ripped off your panties.
He parted your slick folds to get a better look at your glistening pussy. You felt his hot breath fanning against you. His rapt attention went from your pussy to your eyes.
“Thank you for the meal.”
Before you had a chance to even process what he said he dove in. He sucked on your already sensitive clit, making you buck against his face. He put his arms around your legs to hold you firmly in place. He continued to abuse your clit, switching between making harsh circles with his tongue and sucking on it with his lips. It was torture, when you felt you were close he would switch. With your overstimulated clit, it was too much and not enough.
You needed to come. You needed to come so much it hurt. You reached down and tangled your hands in his hair. You scratched your fingernails across his scalp. He seemed to get the message and made those tight little circles on your clit even faster. You were on the very edge of your orgasm. You pulled his hair trying to get him impossibly closer to you. He moaned at the action and that is what sent you over the edge. You arched your back as your mouth fell open in a silent scream. What seemed like neverending pleasure rolled over you as he did not let up his assault on your clit.
When you came down from your high, he was languidly licking your pussy.
“Messy girl,” he said resting his cheek on your plush thigh.
“And whose fault is that?” You asked still out of breath.
He lightly bit your thigh and then dove in for more.
“Umm, hey?” you said pulling him back out by his hair, “that’s enough of that, I’m ready for the main course.”
He laughed, like, an actually hearty laugh. Then his dark eyes met yours once again.
“Trust me, sweetheart, we need to stretch you out before we get to that.” He said in that sultry voice.
“Well go ahead then,” you said trying to not sound as flustered as you felt.
He hummed a response and returned to your pussy. Before, his movements were sharp and quick. Now he took his time. He idly licked through your folds. It seemed as though he was on a mission to clean up the mess of your last two orgasms. The feeling of his tongue sliding through your folds was heavenly. When his tongue dipped inside you gasped. His tongue reached deep, caressing your walls and opening you up.
When he removed it you almost whined until he added a finger. The gentle stretch felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. He began slowly pumping in and out of you. The pace was almost torturous, too slow. On one pump he curled his finger slightly, hitting your g spot. You gasped and clamped around his fingers, like a vice. You heard another dark chuckle at your bodies reaction.
He continued his slow punishing pace, curling his finger to hit your g spot every time. You felt the familiar feeling of an orgasm building slowly. But it wasn’t enough, it was two slow. You were dancing on a knife's edge. You needed more. You thrust your hips, fucking yourself on his finger, hoping he gets the message. He did, evidenced by him adding a second finger. You moaned at the additional stretch.
He began to scissor you open with precision, still curling his fingers to hit your g-spot. The stretch felt amazing but he was still going far too slow. The pace was just barely enough to keep you on the edge. You squirmed in his hold, groaning in frustration only to be met with another dark laugh.
“Fuck you,” you muttered under your breath.
“What was that?” He asked, lifting his head from its place on your thighs.
“Nothing,” you said with as much attitude as you could muster.
“Oh, I see,” he said as he pulled his fingers out of you. You grit your teeth in frustration but tried to hide your need, much to his dissatisfaction.
He just started at you from the space between your legs. It took your foggy brain a moment to realize that he was waiting for you to say something.
“What?” you demanded, biting your tongue to keep you from saying something much more unsavory.
“You said nothing, I’m giving you nothing,” he said in a bored tone, as if it was obvious.
You let out another groan of frustration, dropping your head on the hardwood.
“If you actually owned up to what you said the first time, I would have obliged,” your face grew hot at the insinuation that he heard you anyway, “but you chose to lie,” his grip on your thighs tightened, “and liars, don’t get to come.”
You covered your hot face with your hands.
“Please,” you said just above a whisper. Suddenly your hands were ripped away from your face via the capture weapon that bound them together. The culprit was hovering just above you. His hair draped around you, blocking out the rest of the world. You had nowhere else to hide. It was just you and him.
“Sorry Princess, I didn’t quite hear that,” he said with a smug grin, “one more time for me.”
“Please,” the word fell from your lips with poorly concealed need.
“Please what?” he asked, “use your words, Princess.” His eyes were boring into you. You tried to look away but his other hand gripped your chin and forced you to face him.
“Please, let me cum,” Every word was punctuated, robotic, disjointed. Almost like you didn’t mean for them to go together.
“Now say it like you mean it,” He was just fucking with you at this point and you both knew it. But if that was what it was gonna take for you to come again, you were just gonna have to be fucked with.
“Please,” you said the word with anguish, want, desire, “let me cum.” You put all your frustration and need into those words.
“Good girl,” he cooed at you, gently rubbing your face with his thumb, “that’s all you needed to say.”
Before you knew it he was right back between your legs. His fingers were in you again, this time pumping in you earnestly. His tongue went to your clit. You arched your back, putting your fingers in his hair. He picked up the pace and added a third finger. You whined and he responded with a moan of his own. Soon enough, you were cuming. It was so intense it almost hurt. You were writing beneath him from sheer pleasure.
When you could think again, you saw him kissing his way back up your body. In between the valley of your breasts, up your neck, your face. Finally, at your lips, he kissed you gently. You were shocked by the tenderness. When your lips parted, the moment was still. You were again enclosed by his hair, just you and him. You held eye contact with him, your chest heaving beneath him.
He reached in between you and then you felt him. He rubbed his tip between your folds, making an even bigger mess between your legs. His eyes met yours, almost asking for permission. You nodded. When he began to sink into you, you understood why you needed prep. He was thick, much bigger than you were used to. When you let out a strangled moan, he paused and gave you time to adjust.
When you felt acclimated, you decided to take charge. You put your bound hands around his neck and tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. Then you wrapped your legs around his hips and forced him in deeper. He groaned burying his face in your neck. When he was fully hilted inside of you, he nipped at your neck, almost in warning.
You stayed like that too long for your liking. You squeezed him tight, hoping that would spur him to move.
“Are you trying to kill me?” He mumbled into your neck.
“Huh?”
“I’m trying not to cum,” he said through gritted teeth, “and you squeezing me like that isn’t exactly helping.” Oh. He wasn’t doing this to play with you, he was just trying not to come. Aww, that's kinda cute. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.
“Wow, I would never have taken the great Eraserhead as a minute man,” You said teasingly, nuzzling his hair with your nose.
“I’m not,” he said, sounding frustrated and maybe a little embarrassed?
“Then what’s the hold up big boy?” You asked with humor in your voice, carding your fingers through his hair.
He sat up from his place in the crook of your neck and met your eyes. You were surprised to see a slight blush on his cheeks.
“You feel fucking good, I just need a second,” he said between breaths, resting his forehead on yours.
“Okay,” you said, mesmerized at how this man, who looks as though he were sculpted out of marble, as though he was handcrafted by the gods, who is strong enough to make nations rise and fall, is at your mercy.
After a minute, he began to slowly drag himself out of you. The slow glide of him against you was almost enough to make you come again. When he pushed back in, you clung to him and he clung to you, burying himself in your neck again. It went on like that for too long. Maybe you were just impatient but everything about this man drove you crazy, too slow, too little.
You pulled on his hair again.
“Faster,” you whispered the words and he complied.
He began rutting into you in earnest now. Now you knew that he was not only thick but also long. He hit deep in your insides. So deep it was a little painful, but that kind of pain that slowly transforms into the sweetest pleasure. And it did not take long for that to happen. He drew all sorts of moans and whines out of you, echoing them with his own grunts and moans. He sucked on the skin of your neck in a way that ensured there would be marks there tomorrow. His rapid thrusts had your legs shaking and your breath quickening.
He must have been able to tell you were close because he reached in between you to play with your clit. He fucked into you like a madman, sending you over the edge again. Your nails scratched his scalp and the skin of his back as you writhed in pleasure. He fucked you through it, never stopping playing with your clit.
While you were recovering, he slowed his strokes, hitting you deep. When you were cognisant, you realized he had not come yet. That just wasn't fair. You tightened your legs around his waist and rolled so you were on top. You saw slight panic in his eyes that went away when you started grinding on his length. He immediately relaxed, tilting his head back in pleasure. His hands went to your plush hips, giving a squeeze of encouragement.
You put your still-bound hands on his chest in an attempt to steady yourself so you could gain more leverage. When he saw you struggling, he sat up and put your arms back around his neck. He held you close, arms wrapped around your waist, your chest flushed to his. Your hands went back to his hair, pulling him back in for a kiss. His tongue was searching for yours as you let him in your mouth. It was sloppy and messy but neither of you seemed to mind.
Now you had the balance you needed to truly ride him. You bounced up and down on his cock, periodically making circular motions with your hips. You clenched him hard on an upstroke and he moaned into your mouth. You did it again and he whined, it was the cutest little sound. You continued to ride him as he moaned and groaned.
“I’m close,” he whispered the words against your lips.
You tightened your fingers in his hair, pulling his head back, breaking the kiss. You rode him faster, watching his fucked out face with rapt attention. You wanted to see the exact moment he came. His little whines and moans got louder, spurring you on.
“Fuuuuck I’m,” he cut himself off with a sharp gasp as you felt him gush inside you.
His orgasm hit him hard. He fell back to the floor, no longer able to support himself. His legs shook underneath you as he moaned and groaned. You slowed your pace, not want to overstimulate him too badly.
While he was still coming down you realized that you still couldn’t move as you were, still, very much restrained. It made you remember how you go into this predicament. You looked down at the panting, sweating, mess of a man beneath you.
“Oh ya, why did you come here anyway?” You asked innocently.
“A reason apart from the one for which I’ll be staying.”