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Shoto woke up to the sound of tapping—a thumb typing on a phone—and the gentle caress of calloused fingertips along his stomach.
He hummed softly, registering the strong body pressed against his own, and smiled. Izuku was warm, countering the cool edge of the device that was being held up by Shoto’s shoulder blade. However, that didn’t deter him when he deliberately shuffled back to snuggle even closer to his husband. When his huge muscles were relaxed, he was the comfiest pillow in the world.
‘Good morning, Gorgeous.’
Izuku’s voice was husky with sleep, but the way he quickly discarded his phone and began peppering sweet kisses to Shoto’s nape betrayed how awake he truly was. His energy was contagious; every touch set Shoto's nerves on fire and he finally opened his eyes when he felt something very familiar and very stiff against his ass.
‘Someone’s in a good mood.’ He huffed, as he ground back to exacerbate his point. When Izuku’s breathy laughter warmed his skin, Shoto allowed himself a proud smirk and reached behind him to fist a hand through messy green curls. He turned his head ever so slightly to meet his husband's beautiful eyes and easy smile. ‘Was last night not enough for you?’
Izuku snorted.
‘Please, you know just as well as I do that I can never get enough of that sweet ass of yours.’
‘And here I was thinking you were with me for my personality.’ Shoto quickly fell into the easy banter, returning his head to the pillow with a forlorn sigh. ‘My life has been a lie.’
‘You’re so dramatic.’ Izuku’s free hand snaked between their bodies to knead one of his cheeks affectionately, while his lips sucked on the sensitive area below his ear. Shoto sighed at the action, enjoying the fuss, until Izuku gently turned his head and leant forwards in an attempt to connect their lips.
‘Nope. Katsudon breath.’ Shoto announced, smacking his husband with a palm to his mouth and squirming away. ‘I’m not kissing that until you brush your teeth.’
‘You’re such a brat.’ Izuku laughed heartily as Shoto took the opportunity to kick the blanket off and get up; his skin felt sticky as it rubbed together, and the smell of sex lingered from last night. Speaking of, he could almost feel the hungry eyes ogling his naked form as he made his way to their ensuite.
Izuku sighed. 'And a tease.'
'I've made you aware of my conditions.' Shoto bit his lip, refusing to look at Izuku; his ears were burning. 'When you've met them, I’m all yours.'
He continued forwards, hiding his excitement. After all, Izuku had never been one to give up so easily.
Once he entered the bathroom, he busied himself with his usual morning routine, then turned on the shower. The water was refreshing against his skin, as he lathered his greasy hair with shampoo. Once it was rinsed out, he applied conditioner, brushed, and allowed it to settle as he washed his body. Priorities in check as to where to start first, he squirted a copious amount of soap onto his hand and reached behind him to wash his ass. He was still loose from the night before, so cleaning and preparing himself wasn’t as laborious as it sometimes was.
Nevertheless, he took his time with it. He dragged his fingers along with purpose—in and out, in and out—acutely aware of the way his cock was growing and rising. His other hand took advantage of the access, and went to work on his balls, rolling the sacs between his thumb and fingers, squeezing and massaging, until his dick was throbbing; eager.
It was a momentary relief when he retracted his hand, squirted out more shower gel, then wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked in a slow, gripping motion. He repeated the action a few times, synchronising with the fingers in his ass, before reluctantly stopping with a sigh.
He couldn't get too excited just yet.
Instead, Shoto washed his hands, and scrubbed the rest of his body with significantly less enthusiasm and attention.
He was just rinsing out the conditioner from his hair when he finally heard the door open and Izuku came in to brush his teeth. ‘Took you long enough. I’m nearly done.’
‘Pffft.’ His husband turned the tap on to wet his toothbrush, causing cold water to spurt out from the showerhead.
‘Fuck!’ Shoto jolted, almost setting the curtain on fire. ‘You bastard!'
‘I can’ ear ‘ou.’ Izuku garbled, as the sound of brushing drowned out his words.
‘Someone’s going to work with blue balls.’ Shoto sang back through gritted teeth, as the water gradually returned to normal. When he deemed it safe, he stepped back under the stream and sighed, enjoying the pleasant warmth. As goosebumps vanished from his skin, Izuku pulled back the curtain and joined him, toothbrush still in his mouth.
‘Hmph.’ He spat out the residue and switched their positions so he could wash his face. ‘We’ll see about that.’
Shoto crossed his arms and huffed, taking the opportunity to shamelessly admire his husband’s body. Defined shoulder blades moved effortlessly with each action—even with the multitude of scars along his freckled back, he was no less beautiful—and his thick legs shuffled; his ass jiggled with the movement.
Perfect.
Finally surrendering to his own desire, Shoto stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Izuku’s torso, leaning down to nuzzle his husband’s neck. He closed his eyes to prevent water seeping into them, as he ran his hand down a wet, hairy tummy, until he reached his destination and fisted a swollen cock.
Izuku inhaled sharply at the contact, encouraging Shoto to stroke his length at a leisurely pace. ‘Mmm, feels nice.’
He chuckled at that, suddenly bashful as he pressed closer, grinding his own cock along Izuku's lower back and the curve of his ass. His other hand joined in to massage his husband’s balls, rolling the sacs between his fingers and thumb, like he had done to himself just minutes before.
Even after years of being together, Shoto constantly craved Izuku’s body. He’d never felt like this about anyone else—he’d never even looked at anyone else—and that knowledge never failed to fill him with contentment. Izuku was his sun; his everything.
‘My hero.’ He mumbled against damp skin. He felt so lucky being able to wake up to this every day, and that knowledge quickly turned into desperation as his arousal grew. ‘Need you.’
‘No more attitude?’ Izuku asked playfully. When Shoto merely whined in response, he took the hint and dropped the act; calloused hands ran along his arms, affectionately. ‘How do you want me, my love?’
‘Want to look at you. I want you inside me again.’ He confessed, dragging his lips along his neck, as Izuku carefully turned in his arms. Shoto had no choice but to release his husband’s cock, and instead he snaked his arms around broad shoulders. Their feet squeaked against the ceramic, as Izuku easily lifted him into the air. Shoto locked his ankles together and hunched his back—he was long accustomed to the awkward height difference—and moaned as his lips were finally captured in a heated kiss.
Izuku gradually coaxed his mouth open and their tongues pressed together; wet and hungry. Shoto was so lost in the touch—the encompassing taste of mint—that when he felt several tendrils wind around his body, he shivered with surprise, before recognising the familiarity of Blackwhip.
‘As much as I love a good workout, I’d rather focus my energy on you.’ His husband offered as a way of explanation, and Shoto opened his eyes to find that he was also using Float: a good way to eliminate the slippery floor from the equation.
‘I fucking love your quirk.’ He breathed, as they hovered in the air, before reconnecting their lips with renewed vigour, swallowing Izuku’s laugh.
The hands on his thighs trailed up to grope his ass, spreading his cheeks. Shoto relaxed against him, allowing Blackwhip to hold his weight, as Izuku angled his dick and teased his rim. The tip was slick—the sneaky bastard must’ve brought the lube into the bathroom with him—and Shoto broke the kiss to groan when it pressed inside him with ease.
Both of them were shocked by how quickly Izuku’s cock filled his hole, clearly facilitated by last night's activities as well as his earlier prep. Once Shoto was completely seated—he felt so overwhelmingly full—he clenched experimentally and watched hungrily as Izuku's face contorted with pleasure.
'Fuuuck, you feel incredible.' He murmured through kiss-bruised lips, looking up at Shoto through heavy-lidded eyes. He skipped the adjustment period and immediately began thrusting his hips.
Shoto gasped at the sudden movement, leaving a trail of burning pink and crystallised white as he dragged his nails along Izuku's back, and met him for a series of sloppy, broken kisses that took their breaths away. He didn't care though; he wanted to feel everything. Izuku was mumbling praises against his lips, pounding into Shoto harder when he couldn't quite get his words out. His dick dragged perfectly along his walls, drawing out an unrestrained mewl from Shoto.
Spurred on by his uninhibited sounds of ecstasy, Izuku increased the pace, bouncing him on his cock; hard and rough, as calloused hands gripped him tighter. 'So beautiful- fuck! You're so good, I'm not gonna last.'
'Touch me then.' He pleaded in response, crying out when a tendril of blackwhip instantly began jerking off his neglected cock. 'Wanna come together.'
Izuku groaned at that, squeezing his eyes shut. Shoto cupped his flushed cheeks to prevent him from hiding his face as well. 'Izu… Izuku, look at me. Look at me, please.'
Verdant eyes shone bright emerald when they met his gaze—a result of his quirk—and tears streamed from them in waves. His swollen lips were parted, panting heavily, and Shoto licked his own as his body began to tense. 'Come inside me. Feels so good. Please, my hero, please-'
'Shoto, ah!' Izuku scrunched his face up, ramming into him harder as he rode out his orgasm. The look of pure euphoria on his husband's face, along with the warm cum being pumped into his raw hole, was too much; the delicious combination of his stimulated cock and sensitive prostate sent him over the edge.
His body tensed and a lewd moan vibrated between them as Shoto released onto his stomach and blackwhip. He rutted shamelessly to prolong the feeling, until he was completely sated, and when he finally stilled, he took the opportunity to relish being surrounded by his husband.
Izuku's heart was pounding from the excursion—much like Shoto's own—and his breath was hot where he mouthed at Shoto's collarbone. Unable to contain his affection, he wrapped his arms around Izuku's head, cradling him softly as he brought him closer to his chest.
'I love you.' He rubbed his cheek against damp curls.
'You're always so sappy after sex.' Izuku teased, like the hypocrite they both knew him to be. 'I love you too, Gorgeous.'
Shoto hummed, a dopey smile playing at his mouth, until his husband smacked his ass lightly and removed his softening cock. 'Come on, we should get cleaned and dressed. We're gonna be late at this rate.'
'Can we really be late if it's our agency?' Shoto murmured against swollen lips, coaxing Izuku into another sloppy kiss. Distantly, he registered that strong body manoeuvring them around, then gasped as he was resubmerged under the stream of hot water.
When his eyes shot open with surprise, he found Izuku grinning at him like the troublemaker he was, as droplets also ran down his face, plastering his hair to his forehead. Shoto grumbled, but begrudgingly clambered out of Izuku's hold, now that he'd called back One for All. He then grimaced as congealed semen stuck to his abdomen and quickly got to work washing it off.
'We can absolutely be late, but we need to set a good example.' Izuku finally answered—as if he was the pinnacle of being a good role model—before giving his body a quick rinse and clambering out of the shower.
Shoto smirked at that, but didn't slow his movements. As much as he enjoyed lazy mornings with his husband, they both had their duty to Japan as top heroes.
'Well then, you better start making me breakfast, Number One-sama.'
They didn't usually walk to work—most of the time, they used their quirks to fly through the air, avoiding the commuting traffic and energetic fans—but seeing as they were starting a little later than normal today, they decided otherwise. They were scheduled to patrol the district together anyway. Keep the city safe while spending time with his husband? What more could Izuku ask for?
He waved to a group of children on the other side of the road, smiling brightly. At his side, he noticed Shoto mirroring the action: his hand was slower and his smile was more subdued, but no less genuine.
He was such a beautiful person, both inside and out, Izuku couldn't help but intertwine their free hands and squeeze. Dichromatic eyes met his own then, questioning.
'What?'
'Just you.' Izuku shrugged, as they continued on. He noticed the flush that dusted Shoto's cheeks in response and grinned. There used to be a time when people considered his husband stoic and harsh—Izuku as well, very briefly, when Shoto had declared war on him all those years ago—but they had no idea how incredibly wrong they were. Luckily, there was no argument now, amongst friends and fans alike, which was exacerbated by the fact that Shoto no longer masked his affection whilst in public. A rush of pride filled Izuku's chest at the knowledge. 'I love you.'
'I love you too.' His husband replied easily. 'But stop trying to flirt with me while we're on duty, or else there will be consequences… ones that will definitely impact our popularity ratings.'
Izuku laughed at that, but said nothing, lest he invoke Shoto's insatiable wrath. Instead, he was content to simply bask in his partner's presence, as they continued down the street in comfortable silence.
The streets were calm this morning; the usual bustle had simmered down to a gentle hum. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, albeit they couldn't afford to let their guard down. Years of training had taught them that much—even when they exchanged easy banter, their senses were always on high alert.
Sometimes, however, that wasn't always enough.
Usually, there was a build-up—signs that foreshadowed a potential threat, so that they could stop it prematurely—but today was different. The first sign that anything was amiss came from Izuku's Danger Sense.
'Shoto.'
All it took was a look and he understood.
A horn blared, a woman began to scream and the two of them were off, darting towards the sound. Izuku arrived first and surveyed the scene: a bank robbery. Thirteen villains, twelve of whom formed a circle—back to back, protecting the thirteenth member, who carried their winnings. On the ground next of them was their hostage, who curled up into a ball as more painful screams escaped her.
After he relayed the information to Shoto through his earpiece, he added. 'Rescue, stabilise, assist.'
'Go.'
The first step was dispersing the villains. Izuku punched the air in front of him—sending a shockwave towards the gang—then shot forwards in pursuit, reminiscent of his mentor. Just before it could rattle them, Izuku used Blackwhip to manoeuvre the woman out of the way of the blast.
Rescue.
Now safe, he took her in his arms properly and whisked her over to Shoto, who nodded as he began to examine her for injuries.
Izuku rejoined the fray, using the abundance of quirks at his disposal to dismantle the villains' weapons and knock them unconscious. It quickly became evident that the majority had received nothing beyond basic Quirk training. He certainly wasn't complaining when it made his job easier. With One For All at 100%, he successfully dealt with ten, before his movements suddenly slowed.
I'm at about half my usual speed. I didn't make contact, but it must be quirk-related. There's two remaining, but there's a third person I've missed. Someone hiding. For now, continue as normal—it's just like when I was at 50%, I can still finish this. I'll figure out the source of this quirk after all threats are detained.
Izuku had fought worse villains when the odds were stacked against him. Confident, he launched himself at the villain closest to him and delivered a swift kick to the head, sending him to the ground. As he fell, the last one in sight lunged forwards, hand raised, and Izuku backed away several metres, head thumping from the fourth's quirk.
This must be the most dangerous of the group.
'I'm here.' Shoto called, approaching his side. 'The EMTs and police have arrived now. What do you need?'
Stabilise.
'I'm going in head on. There's another villain hiding somewhere, Maybe we can lure them out if I get this one. I don't know the specifics of the quirks, but this guy looks like he requires touch to activate his. There might be another that can reduce quirk strength, but there's a chance they're already down.’
'I'll back you up, but be careful. That civilian you rescued still hasn't stopped screaming.' His husband spoke calmly, as he donned his infrared goggles and stamped his foot on the ground, sending out two thick walls of ice, which trapped the villain and removed any chance of escape.
Assist.
Izuku immediately took action. Emitting a thick smoke screen to camouflage Shoto, he floated across the battlefield; the chill from his husband's ice prickled at his skin, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. What irritated him the most was his decreased power—it was like being a teenager again.
Izuku shook his head to focus.
The villain watched him approach, countenance strangely calm. He wore a black skin-tight jumpsuit, the one with the tell-tale sign of his yakuza clan embroidered across his chest.
The Jubokko Senshi was a fairly fresh but no less dangerous group of individuals; several heroes had been working to nip them in the bud recently. Izuku wasn’t part of that particular mission, but he’d memorised the names of their primary members anyway. The fact that there was no paper trace for this person in front of him was worrying.
What was his quirk? Had he missed something?
As he closed in, Izuku used his air force to send a controlled blow towards the villain, who dodged most of the blast, but was still inevitably sent flying.
His back cracked against Shoto's ice and Izuku released Blackwhip, which surged forwards with a pair of quirk-restraining handcuffs. However, before he could reach him, a familiar, unpleasant shiver went through his back; Izuku caught a swift movement out of the corner of his eye and pulled back. Darts flew past where his face had been only seconds ago and Izuku turned to find another villain, balancing on top of Shoto’s ice with an injured civilian trapped in a choke hold.
‘Fucking heroes always getting in the way.’ She sneered down at him and shot out more darts from her palms, before catching the last one and pointing it at the hostage’s temple. ‘Stay where you are and no one will get hurt.’
Recognition dawned on Izuku then.
Doku Shinobu.
Unlike her comrade, her file was extensive. Her quirk allowed her to release poison darts from her hands, ranging in strength and duration. Several of her victims were still suffering the effects, months after it had first entered their bodies.
He couldn’t let anyone else get hurt.
Izuku stood up straight and lifted his hands to appease her, but he was nowhere near defenceless. Even as the tactile villain ran towards him in a frantic attempt to activate his quirk, Izuku kept his eyes on Doku.
A scorching flame shot from the smoke screen then, faster than a bullet, and suddenly Shoto was on top of her.
Izuku wasted no time and floated up into the air to avoid the tactile villain’s touch, releasing Blackwhip once more to apprehend him, but this time, with more success. When his hold around the villain was solid, he glanced over to check on Shoto.
His husband had used Doku’s shock to knock the dart away from the civilian, before he iced her hands together to prevent her from using her quirk. The villain yelled and tried to headbutt Shoto, giving him the opportunity to land a solid punch to her face. The force of the blow, mixed with the momentum, immediately knocked her unconscious.
As she collapsed to the floor, Shoto quickly caught the uninjured civilian in his arms and turned to look at him.
A voice came from his earpiece. 'Taking her to the EMTs. You got this?'
'Yeah.' Izuku nodded once, before he procured another tendril with the intention of finally placing the quirk-suppressing handcuffs on the remaining villain. However, before they secured on, his head pounded as Danger Sense made its presence known once more.
Shoto.
His head immediately snapped towards his husband and found him trying to calm down the now hysterical civilian he had rescued. Izuku narrowed his eyes as Shoto moved to check her over, before he suddenly noticed a blade protruding from the material of her sleeve. She moved closer without raising suspicion and Izuku's innate need to protect flared up.
'Get away from him!' He roared, at the top of his lungs, flicking his finger to send a controlled blast in her direction.
Shoto reacted immediately. He shot a glance in his direction, then dove out of the way as air force slapped the villain back, disarming her. Wasting no time, Shoto encased her in his ice.
The vulgar sound of someone hacking captured Izuku’s attention then. He turned just as the tactile villain spat in his face; a string of drool stuck to his chin.
Instinctively, Izuku flinched and wiped his face, albeit his frustration laid primarily with himself.
Idiot. You should’ve reacted to that in time! Call yourself number one?!
The man laughed nastily, pulling Izuku from his thoughts. He didn’t seem to care that he was still restrained by Blackwhip. He actually seemed rather content that he was losing; a feeling of dread settled in Izuku’s stomach.
What had he missed?
He flicked away some of the saliva and realised.
It’s not… it's not just activated through touch, is it? As long as it has his DNA-
'I lose the battle, but you'll lose the war.' The villain declared dramatically, activating his quirk as his eyes shone gold. 'Say goodbye to your perfect little life.'
Izuku screamed.