It had been another day without a word from Ochako and Izuku was becoming slightly concerned, but he gave the woman space like Himiko suggested. It was Friday and he had just gotten off his shift and thankfully nothing bothered him when he clocked out. Kacchan hadn't called him up or stolen his time, Sato didn't request his help early, his mother was still radio silent which bothered him less and less and his manager kept the workload light today.
Granted his coworkers were planning on going for a bar, but he opted out of that like he always did. The only thing left was to tear his shackles off and go see Himiko, which made him more than a little excited. He wasn't sure what was up with himself, but he had missed her, to such a point that he thought about her whenever a spare moment came around.
Then again he was grimy and tired with nothing else going on that wasn't laborious in some way. Sure he was more than grateful for the challenges since they brought meaning to his life, but it wore him out and all he wanted was to lay back in her arms and melt away in the softness of her grasp. A smile crossed his lips when he recalled perfectly how abrasive her palms and fingers were and how they dug into his skin, along with scratching the surface of his scars just right.
Suddenly he was brought back to how chapped and dry her lips always were and how she would nibble on his tongue when they kissed in these little fits of mischief just to make him wince. Of course he'd pay her back by slipping his hands in her waistband and feeling up her rear. She'd freeze and glare half heartedly, but he'd push and she let him win.
There was also the way her body curled around him with the two of them just enjoying the silence and each other's company under a blanket that kept the cold away. Himiko would be wrapped up as she placed her head on his shoulder while he rubbed her sides, listening to her breathe and sigh while the whole world faded away and it was just the two of them in their lair.
His smile grew as more things came to mind, small things like the smell of her hair, the way she raised her left eyebrow when she got confused, how her fangs tended to jut out ever so slightly if she yawned and how her mouth looked rather...cute when it was stained red.
He knew it was a strange idea, but the things she did on a daily basis didn't faze him anymore. If anything they almost endeared her to him more. He had spent more than six months waking up beside the woman and seeing her drowsy and cranky right as she boiled a gallon of crimson for the day right next to him using the toaster while they talked about whatever. Hell, he had found himself actually enjoying the scent of copper and iron in the air, relaxing almost.
After all, it was part and parcel of the most comfortable place on earth for him and the more he thought about the fact, he also found himself drawn to memories of her using those fangs on him. Incidentally he found himself having to sit down at what those scenes did to him, how close she was and how much her breath muddled right into his ear. It wasn't so much the pain itself that did it, but more how it was a signal, a sign of what would come after.
Izuku knew it was...strange to think like that, but the feelings were so damn hard to seperate. She was so lovely and kind and yet her teeth were so sharp, and she smiled the most when his blood was on them and she made him see heaven. It had gotten so bad that he would get aroused when she smiled in that nasty way that was a little too large and displayed them and the worst part was that she knew it.
She never openly addressed it, but her eyes glowed with such pride that it struck him like a cord. A huff came from him fueled by impatience and desire. Right, wrong, he didn't really care. They were partners and nobody else was involved so it was purely between them and all he wanted to his core was to see her again. It hung over him like a shadow and made him grit his teeth as those desires flared. He was a fool, he knew, but it was a foolishness that made him drunk with joy, intoxicated on her essence and energy to the point he'd drink an ocean and it never be enough.
A *crack* came from his knuckles as he clenched his fists reflexively over and over as a deep hunger ate at him. It attacked him like an animal and he loved it as he pictured the endless things they could do together, how badly he needed her like a narcotic. A shake overtook him for a brief second as the anticipation mounted. Looking up he saw that it was his stop, so stepping out and making his way to Himiko's apartment complex while avoiding any stupid situations like she taught him, he was inside the building. Moments later he was standing before her front door and knocked three times like he had gotten into the habit of.
A few seconds later locks were undone and the door slowly swung back as the object of his affections appeared in those same crusty fleece pants and gray tee with a long bladed tanto knife in hand, her long blonde hair draped carelessly down that it rested by her knees. The golden of her eyes perked up at seeing him, the purple bags under them dancing slightly as her lips peeled back into a smile.
But she paused when she managed to get a moment longer to look at him and her warm, inviting smile shrank to something more teasing. She knew what was on his mind and he loved that about her. With a soft lunge when the knife was pointed firmly away from him, the villainess entrapped him in a hug, letting the pleasure at his want show.
"You miss me Zuzu?"
Not willing to take it any longer, Izuku squatted down and hefted her inside and shut the front door with a quick *slam* behind him as he grabbed her hips once he put her down. Their lips touched in a messy, unthinking way that lasted three seconds before Izuku embraced her so tightly it crushed her lungs like she knew he would. In a nice, hot whisper he spoke and brought them close as his fingers combed through her ratty hair.
"That doesn't even convey it enough."
She rolled her eyes with a smirk as Izuku near effortlessly shuffled her to the couch.
"Jeez, what's got into you Mister?"
She swept her hand through his curls right as he rested his head in her chest and caressed her arms right as he stared up at her with those wonderful worshiping eyes that regarded her so grandly. Yet, they were dampened by a hair and he cradled her head to his chest, running a palm down it as a sigh left him. An arm was wrapped around her, bringing her so close it was hard to move and he stared off at nothing for a moment, only absentmindedly petting her.
"I just...really appreciate what you do for me."
The smirk grew on her face, enjoying how much pull she had over him at the moment. Yet she also gave way to his affections and contented herself with being a very well loved bump on a log while warmth gathered in her chest.
"Oh? And what exactly do I do that you appreciate so much?"
Izuku paused as heavy thought came over him, with it came a genuine smile as a light filled his emerald eyes.
"You let me be me. Any other place with everyone else on earth I need to act a certain way, I need to think before I speak, but here, with you, I can be free to act as I will. You don't push me away and let me smother you with my feelings...I hadn't had that in a long time."
His smile shifted in tone, taking on a far more obsessive mood as he ran a hand down her back.
"That's why I wanna give you everything I have inside me until I feel fine. I want you…"
He raised her chin up with the hand that was running over her back, letting the woman stare right into his eyes as a fire was burning inside him.
"...I need you, so tell me what I can do to please you."
A giggle escaped her lips as she lightly patted him on the cheek to partially kill the mood as she had seen this same thing a thousand times from him.
"You sure you aren't just saying this because you wanna screw?"
He smirked, but with no less sincerity about him.
"Partially so, but...I love you. I really, really do and I hate showing that in simple words alone."
Himiko laughed and leaned back in his arms as a warm blush came over her.
"Well baby boy, the first thing you can do is go take a shower since you're all sweaty, then afterwards I'll think of something more."
A crinkle of discomfort came over him at being referred to like that, she hadn't used those terms in a while or at least in a time where he was sober from lust enough to care, but he smiled all the same.
"Alright, I'll go wash. Do you feel like joining me by any chance?"
The blonde shook her head with a grin.
"If I do that we both know you won't be getting clean."
He shrugged nonchalantly, digging his fingers into her skin to annoy her if only a little.
"But is that a problem?"
She sighed and pushed him away with a grin.
"Yes since I know you'll get ahead of yourself, now get to it."
Izuku frowned ever so slightly and planted a kiss to her forehead before he walked into her room, grabbed some of his extra clothes and shuffled into the bathroom. Moments later, water flowed through the pipes in the wall and Himiko found herself alone and feeling bubbly.
Silently, she raised her legs up and kicked the air to try and burn off the energy in her core. It had been so boring without anyone around and Cheeky was still dealing with her bullshit and Zuzu was working up till now. She had binged some crappy Korean soap operas after her articles were done to numb herself, but she had just gotten so damn wired. Like some excess of energy just latched onto her and made her want to dance and move.
A stupid part of her mind considered maybe...It was her soul reacting to Izuku's? She had written a lot of blogs and articles online for over half a decade so she'd read all the weird new age stuff that had only gotten worse since quirks were a thing. Some of it was utter bullshit, but others not so much. She actually fell down the rabbit hole plenty of lonely nights with nothing but a crate of Monster when she read articles on blood magic. Ritual instructions and summonings arts and manifestation work, along with fortune telling and divination based on reading the way blood dropped from a cut index finger, it all fascinated her as a hobby and to an extent she believed some of it.
Perhaps the two of them had been drawn to each other because their vibrations were the same? The intervention of some deity? Izuku always off-handedly referenced some god of fate when he swore an oath, so maybe…
She shook her head at the idea, it sounded too off focus. Yet that didn't lessen her giddiness, in fact it made it worse to where she had to stand up and pace. Then, as she did so, the water cut off and Izuku's voice came from the bathroom.
"Hey Himiko?"
She stopped walking for a moment, slightly perplexed.
"Yeah?"
He spoke back casually, without a hint of hesitation in him.
"Should I just forget to put on clothes or not?"
The blonde pondered it for a moment and found her answer.
"Put your pants on at least."
An "Alright" came from the door and a few minutes later it creaked open and he stepped out with a warm smell of ocean body wash masking the air, mixing with the copper and sweat. He stood tall with his belly flat, yet not overly muscled and his chest toned ever so slightly. All throughout his torso were wide, charred black, rounded strips of scars that marked him. His face was clean and youthful with a slight thinning around the cheeks from the drop of body fat while the green of his eyes reflected the light calmly.
He smiled, letting his teeth show in a dulled white that was ripe with sweetness. Looking at it all Himiko found herself grateful for the sight and how heavily his eyes bore into her with that wonderful longing as she returned the smile.
"Are you feeling good?"
He walked over to her, proceeding to lift her up like she weighed nothing and shrugged.
"I'm feeling better now, but that being said, is there anything I can do for you?"
The girl hummed and put a finger to her chin, flicking through the mental catalog in her head. Then paused as an idea came to her, a dangerous one that caused her to cringe and want at the same time. They were alone and Cheeky was out of the picture for a while, so this might be the only chance she would have to try it. Yet she knew damn well it wasn't something you just casually spring on someone, especially when it needed so much prep work.
But there were so many possibilities once they went through with it, she could show him all of her and she wanted that. He'd be the only one to survive seeing it and that brought a strange, savage hope to her heart. Taking the plunge and deciding to push the letter ever so slightly, Himiko pursed her lips and squirmed out of his grasp as she weighed her words.
Four minutes passed with the blonde staring at him and eventually she found something to say, though with each word she had to let them out in as easy and as gently as possible. Not adding too much force nor too much want, it had to sound casual, otherwise he'd flinch.
"Actually, I was wondering since Cheeky is gone for a while and it's just us again, do you think we could try that one thing I talked about? The one with the knives?"
Izuku went wide-eyed at that, wincing at the suggestion but not moving from where he stood. His adoration filled shine dulled to a cautious and apprehensive glance while discomfort ruled his body language. There was a worry to him as he stared at his lover, who looked begrudgingly hopeful with her beautiful golden eyes and it was then he pursed his lips at the situation.
"I'm...not saying no, but that concerns me. I understand we talked about this, but...what exactly is going to happen? It's not that I don't trust you, I'm just new to this."
Himiko gave a small smile, one that didn't seem too upset, and took it in stride.
"It'll just be me knicking you for a while and I'll throw in some more easy things...although, I know you said you wanted kisses, but can I do anything else for you?"
The quirkless man kept his apprehension and reached out to grasp her shoulders as if to reassure himself.
"Can we just start off small with the cutting, please?"
Sympathy glowed in her eyes as she caressed his cheek with her right hand, doing her best to ease the concern and worry in his heart.
"Sure Zuzu, we'll go slow. Now can you just wait on the couch while I get everything ready? It should take me a few minutes."
Izuku paused and looked at her with a heavy tenseness, partly out of guilt and partly out of his own desire to not be maimed instead of simply knicked.
"And I can tap out at any point?"
The brows above her eyes furrowed a bit as Himiko glared at him indignantly, latching her left hand to his torso while her right one halted its petting. He was pulled forward and she answered with an almost insulted tone.
"Why wouldn't you be able to? This is all up for you to decide and you're the one most at risk here, so of course you can, you always can."
Her eyes narrowed, striking him right down to the core.
"You weren't going to push yourself again, right?"
He recoiled slowly, not in shame or in fear, instead to alleviate the growing discomfort building in his chest.
"I'm just nervous. I know you can take care of me, but...I never saw myself getting into this situation for most of my life. Don't get me wrong, I'm more than willing to do it since you asked. It's...how long do you wanna do this? And is there anything I need to be aware of?"
Izuku inhaled deeply as some of his inner thoughts came out when he looked at his lover with a certain honesty.
"Do you want me to do anything? I mean, just laying there bleeding doesn't sound...fair to you? If that's even the right way to put it. Like do you want me to touch you? Finger you? Be loud? Be quiet?"
Again he pursed his lips as a mix of shame, fear and concern showed in his eyes. He leaned in close to her ear and spoke in a whisper.
"Do you want me to scream?"
Himiko continued to glare at him, softening her ire and soon finding even more sympathy in her heart. She considered it and cringed at the thought of hearing him scream in abject pain. A sigh left her lips and the villainess patted him softly on the cheek.
"I understand Zuzu, this is...unique between the two of us and frankly I think I did a shit job explaining things. I guess I'll start by saying what I have planned, but before that, would you mind if we forgot about the timer? I want this to be slow and organic between us where we can pace each other."
The man grimaced slightly, but didn't pull away from her.
"I...guess that depends on how many times you plan to cut me."
The blonde shrugged and held up two fingers to his face, sounding oddly matter of factly.
"To start off I'll go two in a row so we can see how well you hold up. If it's too much, then we can do something else, if it isn't then I'll give you a few minutes to relax, I'll excite you a bit and then move on to four and so on and so on until we're both satisfied."
Izuku's rigid posture relaxed by a margin upon hearing that. A hint of embarrassment filled at having to ask this again, but he was her boyfriend so it was only right that he do so for her sake.
"Okay, but what do you want me to do? I don't feel good about being a limp body for the whole thing."
She waved a dismissive hand at him, yet she halted half way and paused. The golden hue of her eyes traveled to the bedroom doorway and with it came an audible *pop* from her knuckles as she closed her fists with a heightened intensity. For a minute, all of her attention was solely on the doorway and to Izuku's mild concern, Himiko's cheeks turned a flushered, rose pink. Only this was far more focused and lucid for lack of a better word. Then in a slow turn, she stared at him with those hungry eyes.
They weren't predatory like their rougher times, but there was certainly a weight in them that was honest and bare. She hesitated for a moment, darting her eyes to the nearest wall, only to bring it back to him.
"...Would you mind if I recorded us while we did it?"
It was then Izuku balked at her words with disbelief ripe on his face.
"Hell yes I mind, Himiko do you have any idea how easy it is for someone to hack into recording equipment? What would happen if some-"
She interrupted with a bit of steel in her voice while her cheeks remained flushed.
"It would be with an old VHS recorder I bought. The thing's analog so nobody can see it unless they stick it in a tape player and I can keep that hidden away. I just want to have something to use when you're away, so can I please set up the camera?"
He stared at her with more than a little indignation, but crumbled at the almost pleading look in her eye. The sidekick shook his head at what he was about to say and answered.
"Fine, but you show no one, not even Ochako and you're taking it to the grave."
Himiko perked up like a christmas tree and the pinkness of her naturally pale skin grew with an excited buzz that took over her being. Without another word she forced him to the sofa and in the next second, her lips touched his in a deep, soul stealing kiss that lasted a bit too long. Pushing herself off him, she smiled widely and a slight chatter came to her teeth.
"Thank you Zuzu, you won't regret this. Wait here while I get everything ready, when it's done I'll have you come in and we'll get started, alright?"
She didn't wait for an answer before rushing back into her room with a skip and a speed that hadn't been seen since her League days. It might have been bad that she was this excited, this eager, but she just couldn't help it. The whole situation was perfect and it was the one that had dogged her steps ever since they became more than acquaintances. Of course she'd be slow and gentle(as gentle as a blade could be), but to actually live out one of her fantasies with someone who loved her for all of her, who wouldn't run away and she wanted, it was the happiest she'd been in a long time.
Stepping inside the room and shutting the door behind her, Himiko surveyed the area and went to work by opening her closet. From there she pulled out a rubber bed cover that was haphazardly put away years ago and carried it to the mattress. Leaving it there, she began to pull off the sheets and the comforter, along with the pillows so that only her king sized bed remained.
Spreading the cover out to both ends, the killer slotted it over the bed until the elastic wrapped around each corner so that it was flat and mostly free from wrinkles. Then she placed the pillows back on top so he'd have something to support his head and moved the rest of the bedding to the closet. That completed, she turned around to her dresser and opened the third drawer down to study the wealth of first aid kits, disinfectants, medical bandages, stitching line, medical staples, the staple gun and a few tourniquets she bought just in case things went really bad.
It was as over-stocked as she remembered and it had cost her quite a bit of money to amass so much, but any amount of cash was worth it for him. Taking out two first aid kits and double checking to make sure they were stocked up properly, she placed them on the nightstand. Then she grabbed the staple gun, loaded it after inspecting that rust hadn't set in and put it behind the kits on the nightstand.
There was a severe lack of her former bubbly warmth as she did this and now she felt, not detached, but far more calculating in making sure everything was in order. Running a hand over the items on the table she went about it a methodical way, making sure to put the locations of them deep in her mind. Satisfied with that portion she nodded at her work and squatted down to grab a metal foot locker about half a foot tall from under the bed.
It was a black container sealed with a combination lock which she memorized perfectly. Taking a knee, Himiko fiddled with the lock and rolled the dial three times until it unlatched. Removing the lock, she opened the lid and was met by an array of books and notebooks filled with her writings, most of which she threw in here as a defeat. Feeling around between the contents, she eventually found a small indent on the bottom that her fingers slipped into seamlessly.
Lifting with her legs from a squatting position she brought the bottom up, along with all the books and carefully put it down besides the footlocker. Taking another gaze inside Himiko scanned the items hidden under the false bottom. Twenty five knives, each no longer than ten inches from blade to handle, laid in an organized, carpet like clump that supported the covering over them and it was then the woman found herself enjoying a more platonic admiration for the tools.
They were a diverse lot of blades, most of them were the conceable spring assisted folding knives that she used a lot in her early career for a quick "Slash and vanish" job. She didn't really trust the folding type for any long term use, but they were perfect as a cheap throw away weapon. She always had a fondness for balisong knives over the traditional single axle type blade since those could last for years if they were made well and had the ruggedness of a fixed blade if she managed to lock the handle.
A smile crossed her face when the memory of her first real balisong came back. She had been on the run for a year and a half and gotten some connections to the black market, namely Giran and his endless seas of wares.
They had known each other on an associate level and he gave her jobs from The Union, which helped her hone her skills (Granted she almost stabbed him when he offered to sign her up with a brothel that one time).
She had gotten another job for him done and the client paid in full when news spread about the mark(Some pissy business man who was buying too much stock in some company for her employer's comfort) being found dead in his car from a slit throat and Giran gave her the twenty five percent she was owed. But since it was her birthday, he took her to a warehouse somewhere in Tokyo afterwards and let her pick out any knife she wanted, free of charge.
It was tucked away in a crate that she found after an hour of looking around, encased in this nice wooden case within the guts of the crate was a steel handled balisong that was so beautiful to stare at. It was only four inches long, which made it easy for everyday use and the blade was this wonderful drop point profile with an edge that always caught the light and had been perfectly angled that it sliced as cleanly as a razor.
The handles had a nice heavy weight to them that made flicking them around between her fingers easy and it had these dense rivets to them that clung to the neck of the blade without the need for cheap plastic washers that would only wear out over a few weeks.
She remembered how she jumped up and down at having such a wonderful tool and with it also came Giran giving her such a warm, almost fatherly smile at her reaction that she felt glad to know the guy. He was always like that distant uncle of the group when she joined the League and she kept that knife for most of her time with them, almost as a reminder of him and the kindness he showed her. It was a shame that she lost it when that blue bitch Curious broke the blade, but at least Giran was still alive.
He had survived like they all guessed he would since he was just a broker and someone who knew how to play both sides like the weasel he is. She still had his number stored in the lockbox with the rest of her left over info from her villain days and he was still doing his trade of selling hard to get items without much issue. Though she only checked in with him once a year just to keep her connection to the underworld in case shit went south.
Thinking about it, she had a spark of sympathy for the old guy since he was bound to a cane since somebody shot one of his legs during the war to get his goods. Thankfully it was only a .22, but it destroyed a ligament and basically made him partially crippled. The thought continued to muse on her and she had a question strike her, would it be a good idea to introduce Zuzu to the guy in case he needed to flee with her?
It wasn't like Izuku was a criminal or anything and she'd seen enough of him to know he can keep a secret, but things can go wrong in a person's life in seconds. She knew that first hand and Giran could make people invisible if they paid enough, he even dabbled in the fake passport business so they could leave the country under new names if they absolutely had to.
She blinked as she realized how off track she had gotten. That was a conversation and an idea for another time, right now she had more important things to do. Refocusing on the collection before her, Himiko carefully drew a hand over each knife, their blades sheathed, and tested for what felt right at a touch. It couldn't be too long or she wouldn't have complete control over the pressure and movement. At the same time she didn't want to use a folding knife since those were always so uncomfortable to hold unless they had a thick handle(which none on hand did) and a fixed blade always looked so phallic to her that it had a certain flare.
Soon she found one that just might be right, it was a hunting knife roughly eight inches long overall with three of them coming from the acute clip pointed blade she met removing it from the cheap nylon sheath and the rest going to the faux leather handle that felt good in the hand. The blade had a fairly thick spine that was smooth all the way to the tip which would make using it far easier, along with a stub at the end of the handle that locked the hand into place to keep it from slipping.
She examined the steel and found it free of rust, while the edge was sharp enough to dig a line into her thumb nail when she ran the blade over it. The villainess nodded in silent approval as she stood up with the knife in hand and set it flat on the nightstand before shutting the footlocker. It took her a moment to get to her feet and with everything else done, now came the most important part. A bottle of hydrogen peroxide was grabbed from the still open third drawer, along with a sealed package of cleaning rags.
Bringing them back to the nightstand, Himiko opened up a fresh rag and uncapped the peroxide. She soaked an area of the cloth in the disinfectant for a few seconds before putting the bottle down and handling the knife. It was a basic action she had done thousands of times in her life where the blade was draped with the cloth and cleaned, as such she found it rather cathartic.
The prep work done, she laid the knife back down and went to her dresser, shutting the third drawer and opening the bottom one where her Super Eight resided. It took only a few moments to set up the tripod a few feet from the front of the bed and the camera, as slim as it was, had no trouble balancing on the device. Again Himiko checked the nobs and the power, glad to see that everything was still in working order.
The blonde peered through the lens until the focus was firmly on the entirety of the mattress and once that was finished, she grabbed an empty tape and slotted it in, glad for the three hours it had to offer.
Keeping that in mind, she thought about what else they could do. By and large it was everything she wanted and if it got to perhaps ten minutes, then she'd be happy. However she had absolutely no idea what else she could do to make it just as special for him, well that and...he was a "glass cannon", if she was using that Tomura-ism right. She could enjoy herself for all the time in the world with this and Zuzu had a limit to the amount of pleasure she could stimulate before he popped off. That meant he would be far less eager to play along with her, yet she still wanted to make it last.
It was going to be a tender, loving moment between the two of them and not another person in the world would know about it and she wanted to give him everything she was able. He had done the same for her, so why shouldn't she? The man had literally stayed, no more than that, he doubled down on his love for her when she spoke about her past and nobody else worth her time would have stayed.
He had been the one she confided in the most and exposed the largest bits of her past and he never once flinched at it. She adored this man and he was willing to gift her with his body, his very blood, so he deserved everything she was able to give. She wanted to erase all his troubles and have him bury his soul in their love, she wanted…
Himiko paused as her heart rate started to pick up and sweat began to gather on her body. Suddenly she felt uncomfortable and yet not, like someone had hit her over the head with a live electrical cord or had slipped her twenty caffeine tablets. It was a rapid beat in her chest as blood rushed to her ears and rested in her cheeks, making her feel something close to drunk, but not exactly.
She breathed deeply, trying to calm her body as it continued to ache in a delightful way. Again her mind buzzed and her heart eased to somewhere near controllable as she let a wide, fang bearing smile out. It was heavenly and by god did she enjoy it, enjoy what she saw in her head so with that, Himiko studied the layout to make sure everything was right. When it was, she skipped to the door, eager to get this started.
Izuku had never been so nervous in his life. There were countless times he envisioned something outrageous happening to him, everything from beating Kacchan into a pulp to smashing the skulls of those fuckers who made fun of him and Aki back in highschool to how he would survive a villain attack. This was not one of them and it brought a chill to his skin.
He was willing to go through with this, it was the least he could do for her and Himiko had been reliable in every single of these types of games. Yet there was still the base fear in him, even if a strange part of himself was...perhaps not looking forward to it in of itself, but more excited to what would come after. However, the fear and the nervousness was half of it. There was a wonder if what he was about to partake in was good for his health that bothered him and to that was a curiosity of what the people around him would say if he explained it.
Hell, would Ochako be okay with this? Or to that matter would Himiko be okay afterwards when they finished? Was she having a relapse of some kind? She seemed completely lucid and he'd seen her drink her daily blood before he left for work so should he assume the best? Or should he say something in case this affected her?
He sighed and frowned at how this situation was thrown on his lap. He knew he could say no, she made that clear, but at the same time she wanted it so badly. Thinking about it he was prideful, in a really unhealthy way, that she wanted him, that she had been willing to even talk about that side of herself to him. Yet on the other hand was the potential for death, but he was a step away from ending his life when she first helped him, so maybe he shouldn't worry so much?
It was just so damn strange that this was even a concept to him, much less one he willingly agrees to. Like, who the hell has an hour long conversation with their girlfriend on the dynamics and wants of when they cut you for sexual gratification? Some people sure, but for most he assumed not so. He was certain nobody at his job or in Sato's friend group has these kinds of moments.
Instantly his mind drifted to Mina, it had been a while since they last talked and he wanted nothing more than to hear someone's opinion on what he was about to do. He loved Himiko dearly, but he worried if he was doing the right thing for her. Of course he wanted to gratify her every desire and tend to her needs and throw everything he was at her, but if she wasn't so unique sexually then he wouldn't be having to consider these things.
Yet at the same time, if she was different then she wouldn't be her. She wouldn't have that amazing(and delicious) quirk, or those cute fangs or that diet that made the whole house smell like copper or live half of the things that made her so strong and steady. She wouldn't be Himiko and he didn't like that idea, not one bit.
Again he sighed and stole a glance at the closed bedroom door with a resigned grimace. She was taking quite a long time to make everything ready. Izuku continued to stare at the door, feeling like he was a boy again and set to be punished with how much worry was in him. Yet as he sat there in the empty living room, he also felt restless, like he needed to latch onto something.
It was complicated in his head where he had this desire to be around her, but also hesitated at what she was going to do to him. It had gotten to the point that he wished he was back in the office in front of his work computer so he could just shove the emotions aside and submerge himself in his job or distract himself with making a new quirk notebook, but he couldn't in either case. So he just sat there with his thumbs twiddling as the clock ticked away.
Then like a slow, creaking herald of things to come, the door opened and Himiko stepped out with the most flustered face he had ever seen on the woman. It was so pronounced that her cheeks were pink enough to almost match Mina's in color and she was smiling in an overexposed way that showed all of her teeth. The gold of her eyes honed in on him, sizing him up in a mix of what he assumed a predator and a mother hen would have.
She continued to stare at him for a moment before she approached the sofa and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. Izuku didn't have time to put up a resistance and he felt her tongue abuse his mouth for all of five seconds before she pulled away with a giggle. Himiko drew her knuckles over his cheek, staring right at him with a fervency he'd never seen and broke the silence.
"I'm sorry I kept you waiting Zuzu, it took me a while to get everything ready. Anyway, let's get going."
She then grabbed him by the hand and led him to the bedroom where Izuku silently went along with her tugs as he tried to focus on what was in front of him. The interior was more or less as it was, except the sheets were pulled off and replaced with a rubber sleeve, there was a small horde of medical supplies along with a short bowie knife on the nightstand and a small retro camera stared at it all a few feet away.
Not one to stop for bullshit, he bit the bullet and let Himiko ease him down to the mattress where he laid on his back while she looked down from the side. They made eye contact and that flustered look was still there, only it softened somewhat as she brought a hand gently along his cheek. Her voice was a soft, quiet quiver of sincerity that eased him to the point his core muscles relaxed.
"You're just a big goofy baby, aren't you Zuzu?"
He didn't get the chance to reply immediately since she immediately walked over to the camera and turned on, which he could see from a small red light. This was a realm of strangeness he was unsure of, but again, it was for her and as if to respond to his thoughts, Himiko undressed herself unceremoniously and crawled onto the bed. It was then he felt his body tense and his breathing pick up as she approached him. He could see everything and instantly Izuku began to slip his pants off, only for Himiko to grab them at the hem and slowly pull them off and throw them to the floor. His boxers went next as he couldn't get them off fast enough with how badly he wanted her.
Seconds later she was on top of him, her arms supporting her body while she stared down with those same softer eyes. Carefully she lowered herself to him and Izuku took her in his arms, adoring how wonderful and alive embracing her made him feel. Yet she shifted to the left and landed next to him, where she embraced him in turn. His eyes followed a movement below as she was gripping one of her breasts and spoke in an almost meek tone.
"Can you suck on them, Zuzu?"
The quirkless man looked at his lover and smiled as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Always."
Squirming down by a small measurement, Izuku kissed the area around her breasts. He stole a kiss to her neck, the bottom of her earlobe and so on until he reached the nipple and clamped his lips down. Himiko moved her arms and cradled his head, petting it as her voice had a demanding, yet gentle tint to it that took him slightly off guard.
"Go slow, I wanna have this be a while."
Taking the message he eased up on the urgency he was working with and merely suckled, which was then she continued to speak.
"Good boy Zuzu, good boy. Just lay back and let mommy take care of you."
Normally he would have cringed slightly on the inside at that, but right now he only wanted to listen as he locked an arm around her torso to keep her close. Himiko kept caressing his hair and went on.
"You poor little thing, everybody's hurt you haven't they? They kicked you and pushed you away until you were so lonely that you wanted it all to end. Those awful people hurt someone as precious as you, it's not right. But don't worry I'm here now and I won't let anyone touch you again."
She brought a hand over his torso, caressing the charred scarring of his skin which caused him to wince on reflex. Again her voice came out softly and sounded angelic to him as she kept touching his scars.
"Bakugou did this, he made your body all crispy. I know it hurts, even now I've seen you curse when the skin moves too much, but you just look so pretty to me this way. Your body is so special that nobody else has one like it and I like the way you look. Your face is so cute and you have all these nice scars and the way you look at me, I love it all so much. But that's why I'm gonna mess you up and see all that lovely red, so you can forget about him."
Izuku raised a metaphorical eyebrow at her words, but went along without addressing the veins of embarrassment flowing to his mind while she pushed him down. He was on his back, looking up at the woman as she reached over to the nightstand and picked up the knife before meeting his eyes once more.
There was hesitation in her glance, but it was coupled with an obvious want. She gazed at him, then his torso, then the knife and back to him for a few seconds as her fingers tightened around the handle.
"Alright, before this goes any further, let's just recap. If you want to tap out then say the word pineapple, okay?"
Izuku nodded as his muscles tensed at the sight of the knife.
"Pineapple, got it."
Himiko returned his action and answered.
"Right, now repeat it with me like last time, pineapple."
He did as asked and spoke.
"Pineapple."
She followed suit.
"Pineapple."
He said it a third time like she taught him to.
"Pineapple."
Even more hesitation lingering in her eyes as the ritual completed, but with it came a sharp inhale that sounded hot and aroused while she held the knife. Her cheeks pinkened again, becoming fresh when she tried to suppress the smile on her face and failed. The curving fangs of her maw were seen and there was a quality to her expression that reminded Izuku of a slightly intoxicated person.
Her breathing was a slow, deep pattern as she looked over him. Only to then plant herself just above where his cock was, which had it tucked between her ass while she shifted some of her weight to his belly. Again Himiko had that drunken blush which covered most of her face as she ran her free hand over his torso and dragged her nails lightly over the skin.
"I'm going to cut you now Zuzu, is that okay with you?"
It was a question, but the way she said it and how excited she sounded suggested otherwise. Izuku pushed the awkward, slightly scared feelings down and inhaled to prepare himself. He looked at Himiko and remained resolute in spite of how off putting her expression was.
"Go ahead."
The villainess smiled wickedly at his answer and wagged a teasing finger as she came a little closer to his face.
"Nu-uh-uh, you tell mommy what you want and do it nicely mister."
Izuku pursed his lips for a moment as his pride sparked slightly at the request, but he cast it aside for her sake.
"I want you to cut me."
Himiko had such glee in her eyes upon hearing him that it was honestly startling and the next thing he knew she placed her empty hand on a spot on his side. Then she sat up and removed it as she brought the blade right above his skin.
"That's my Zuzu~"
The edge came down, placing a thin pressure where her hand once was as it was dragged upward with a quick dash of her wrist. A hot, burning sensation came from his side as pain rocked all the way up to his brain from his skin splitting open which caused him to quietly curse in response. Then came a constant low stinging that hurt in that low, annoying way that was comparable to what his scars gave at times.
A giggle came from Himiko when she lifted the knife which was now slightly stained red along the cutting side and licked it clean. She stared at him, watching his expression and grinned as she pulled the knife back and leaned down close enough that he could smell her breath.
"So how was it? You like it?"
Izuku paused as he saw her, trying not to destroy the mood she was setting up. It was hard, but she wanted to do this with him so may as well put up with it. Besides, it didn't hurt anymore than the biting. Yet he felt himself going slightly soft and he guessed it was due to fear and the unfamiliarity of the situation. He also knew he didn't look enthusiastic, but he was unsure if he should or not. Like did she want him to resist more? Beg for more? Should he ask? How could he ask?
Blinking at his lover while pain annoyed him from the side, the quirkless man gave a shrug, unsure if he should grab her or not.
"Like I said I'm not against it, but...it's fine. So keep going if you want."
The girl giggled and kissed him with a strange passion that felt unusual to be subject to as she sat back up and took in the view of his body.
"Aren't you just the sweetest thing? You look so wonderful and handsome but you're my little baby so of course you are. You just have the cutest freckles on your face and the way your chest is so firm is to die for and you're just a stupid little thing. You're my little thing that needs me and I need you and I-"
She halted mid sentence and quickly brought her lips to the cut she made. They were rough and nice, then a sucking sound came from that spot and Izuku could literally feel the blood leave his body and enter her mouth while her tongue agitated the wound to make it weep. A few seconds later Himiko came back up for air with his blood staining her lips and the blonde continued to stare at him with depraved eyes as she focused on his torso.
Her voice was harsher, louder and more forceful as she spoke in a tone soaked in lust and as she did so he saw her fists clenched over and over like she was trying to keep herself together.
"Fuck, look at what that bastard did to you, look at these nasty, filthy fucking scars. It's a fucking miracle you're alive at all. It's so goddamn amazing, you just look so scruffy and you smell like blood. God fucking damn it, you're such a put upon thing, aren't you Zuzu? Where'd you be without me? You'd be dead with your neck broken on the water and I'd be all alone."
She went on as her nails raked across his chest.
"You're just a stupid, unlucky man baby who wouldn't have shit without me. I need you, I want you and I take better care of you then that bitch of a mother you have. You're my baby, just mine and if Cheeky wants to take you away then I'll break her."
Himiko raised the knife up again, which was doubled by her slapping the brunt of his chest as hard as she could. Then before the pain could fade, she grabbed a section of his torso on the left side and spoke in that overly excited voice with what sounded close to mania to him.
"Here comes the second one~"
Pain fired through him again as that thin, unilateral pressure of the edge split his skin open with a downward slice. He gritted his teeth and let out another quiet curse as air immediately touched the wound. Himiko brought the knife up to her tongue once more and licked it clean, looking positively drunk off the whole thing.
Again she leaned down, running her hand through his curls with an adoring face that made it seem like she either wanted to embrace him or bite him. All the while her voice came out in a high pitched squeak that sounded demeaning and ridiculous.
"That's a good boy Zuzu, that's my baby, let me see all that pretty red~"
She grabbed one of her breasts and scooted forward on his belly to where her chest was now at his mouth. She shook it and spoke in that squeaky voice again that was grating on his pride, whatever was left of it.
"You wanna suck on my tits again? Come on, I know you want to~"
Izuku stared up at the girl who meant the world to him and grimaced. None of this had been a deal breaker or enough to make him stop, but the way she talked...it annoyed him and also endeared her to him. He supposed that if it wasn't for the strange combination of how cute she was trying to sound, how much she insulted him and praised him in the same breath while holding a knife to his skin, then he'd be fine.
Really he was fine now and he knew what he was getting involved in while being with her. Himiko was simply like this and he understood it...He hoped. After all he stuck by her through learning all her horrible past and he had no intentions of ever leaving, but it was something else to be subject to her in such a way. He knew and even experienced what she liked almost from day one, but it was just the way she was saying the words and how out of it she looked.
Sure, she'd gotten flustered when they did this before and he was accepting and even prideful that she came to him for her needs and saw how her eyes tended to drift in the heat of the moment. However he noticed a slight shake to her body and her breathing was getting far more rapid, not to the point where she couldn't control herself physically, but something was going on. Of course he'd been that way himself when he'd first seen her in lingerie and he remembered how ungodly good it felt, so she had to be feeling that now.
She was happy and enjoying what he was doing for her, so why should he ruin that? But on the other hand, she was literally opening small parts of his body and drinking the blood. If he wasn't under her complete attention, Izuku would have shaken his head. He didn't feel like he needed to quit(although he still had this tingle of fear in the back of his skull) and she seemed to be really enjoying herself so may as well keep it going.
Slowly he nuzzled against her chest and brought his mouth over her nipple and suckled like he was asked, which resulted in Himiko cradling his head once more. Yet the nurturing tone of voice from before was hampered and was instead far more brash as her excitement grew.
"You do that you nasty fucker, you're just helpless without me, aren't you?"
Suddenly she wrapped both arms around his head and brought him closer, shocking him as she went on talking.
"Go on, take as much as you want~"
It was embarrassing to be coddled like this, but he had gotten used to her outlandish shows of affection and kept going, all the while his mind continued to crank in the reprieve. He hated waiting and more so he loathed her taking it slow, as immature as it was for him to admit he was used to rather quick sessions where she inflicted the pain and pleasured him while he did the same for her.
It was nice, fast and something he didn't have to focus on for too long. She got to play her games and he got to explode. Now it was drawn out and he hadn't even gotten to return the favor. At least she was considerate enough to give him a break, but he wanted to be more involved instead of just acting like a mat for her to carve up. It was weird to put it to his forefront but he wanted to hear her moan like when he eats her and...maybe get a few more kisses.
But how long had this really been going on? It felt like an hour had passed, but that couldn't have been the case since they only started a little bit ago. Did it just feel like that because he was in a situation he didn't exactly like or was he so focused on the now and what was happening to him that time seemed to fly by? The pain oddly kept him anchored, but it just didn't stick as much aside from a light, burning annoyance.
After what could have been two minutes, ten minutes or thirty, Himiko gently pushed him away and she studied his face, drawing a finger along the rim of his cheek.
"Okay Zuzu, I'm gonna start slicing you up for real now. So lay back and relax, if it gets too much, what do you say?"
The condescension irked him, but Izuku brought out a weak smile to ease his mind.
"Pineapple."
She grinned in an almost smug satisfaction as her fingers tapped his side.
"That's right honey, now here we go. Are you ready?"
Izuku inhaled and prepared for whatever she had in store for him, hoping he kept those lessons about ignoring pain he learned from school so long ago. Then he paused and sat up.
"Can I kiss you?"
Himiko continued to grin, but obliged when Izuku reached out and embraced her. Their lips touched and it was so energizing that he started to shift his hands around her back, glad to finally get to be the one holding. Yet he stopped dead in his tracks when he felt something sharp barely poke at his side.
"Nope Zuzu, this is gonna be slow so no handsy stuff just yet."
He paused like someone had smacked him across the face with a tire iron. She hadn't been this aggressive since the first couple of months they met and it shocked him to see it again. Yet to her credit, he wasn't cut despite the obvious excuse she could use. So showing only some of his disappointment, Izuku looked her in the eye and stole one more kiss.
"I love you."
The former criminal tilted her head to the side and pushed him down as her debased smile remained.
"I know and that's what makes you perfect. But let's stop the waiting."
The gold of her eyes moved to one spot on his body and soon came the slicing pain. He grimaced and cursed, but had barely any time to catch his breath as it came again seconds later and then again and again. All tiny, barely an inch cuts that felt like tiny bits of fire one after the other came in rapid succession while he tried to not shout in agony. Himiko's voice came through the sensations of pain, sounding far more omniscient as he laid there.
"You're so wonderful Zuzu, you're perfect. You're…"
She ceased her praises as the cutting continued, soon all that was heard was her hot, bated breath that came out in tight huffs as she continued to shake as more and more of him was turned to sanguine. Yet after what felt like hours to him, the slicing stopped and Himiko stared down at him with a blank, expressionless face as her smile vanished, leaving only a still, mannequin like mask. Her eyes were hazy as she gazed at him with a bloody knife in hand and moments later she spoke.
"You know, you're the only family I have left. Out of everyone on this earth, the billions of worthless fucking people and the few folks worth a damn, we managed to meet when I was at my loneliest. I hadn't held someone in three years and I had to hide and be so quiet that it hurt. All I did was stay in this fucking apartment and watch as the world went by as I got older and weaker."
She went on as her voice was distant and quiet.
"I had given up on it all. Love, ambition, everything aside from the cheap kicks I got from movies. I really wasn't that far from where you were, the only difference is that I refused to die when so many people wanted me gone. I was a ghost living a shallow existence with only Ochako checking in on me, but even then it felt so horrible because I was a hindrance. All the future held was the whispers of the dead."
A hand touched his face as she continued.
"Then right as I was at my lowest, when I felt the most horrible because I remembered how my best friend died in my arms on that same day, you showed up. All drunk, smelly and greasy with the dumbest excuses looking to end your pain."
A smile crawled over her face, a demented yet sweet one that funneled all her energy as she obsessively carressed the side of his cheek.
"I was pissed and lonely so I went along because nobody else worth my time would accept me, but then...I just couldn't help myself. The more you came over and the more you held me, I just wanted you more and more. But you were more to me than a friend or a mark, you were my baby. You were so needy and whiney and you just ate up my attention, even when I attacked you, even when I had blood on my teeth and spoke about my past, you never let go because you needed me just like I needed you. Like I need you now and forever."
From the corner of his eye Izuku saw the knife move and slowly land at the edge of his chest and in an instant the tip grazed across from the left to the right, opening a shallow cut that rested below his left nipple and ended at his right. He cursed at this and Himiko lowered her head, bringing her tongue along the length of the wound, before sitting up right and kept talking through a crimson smile.
"I love you Izuku, I love you more than anything, then anyone and when I'm with you I never want it to end."
Izuku felt something warm touch the rim of his belly, something wet and slimy that soon began to crawl up his torso and as he looked at the woman on top of him, he saw why.
As she smiled a gray goo came from her skin and began to emerge throughout her body, in less than a second it covered her. The woman he loved was nothing more than a twisting ball of slime that squirmed and quaked like a living thing and as it did, a voice came out, one that sounded...wrong.
"I'd do anything for you."
Masculine and feminine tones, those that sounded like himself and her mingled in an off key tune as if his voice had been smashed through a corrupted recording and replayed in high definition. The matter swarmed around what was once Himiko, mixing with the stink of iron and sweat as its own unique smell, something that reminded him of raw meat, combined to assault his nose.
An arm reached out to touch him, a swirling, liquid limb that held his face as whatever solidity it had was weakened. It was like millions of worms were crawling along his cheek until at last, the mass shrank and reformed which in its place wasn't Himiko, but himself, staring down at him with depraved, adoring green eyes while it gave a smile almost too wide for his face.
He saw blood stain his teeth and the knife which had cut him so many times in his right hand as this clone ran its free hand through his curls and spoke.
"You mean the world to me Zuzu and I'd help you with whatever you needed. I'll shelter you, I'll feed you, I'll do everything in my power to protect you."
The doppelganger had his voice, used his words and still the blood dripped down from his lips like some beast from hell. It raised up the knife and twirled it between it's fingers with a mastery Izuku lacked, like it was second nature to it as it lowered the weapon to expose it to him. A venom entered the clone's voice, one filled with the deepest of hates and an adoration that unnerved him as it leaned so close to his ear that he felt the vibrations in his soul.
"I'll always be by your side no matter what tries to tear us apart and I'll fight tooth and nail for you, because I love you more than anything else, do you understand me?"
There were no words to describe how much confusion, fear and pain flowed through his body as he laid with all this going on top of him. Logically he knew it was still Himiko under all that, but his mind wasn't in the best of places, muchless when the person who was an exact copy of him dragged their tongue along his earlobe. He knew the words were sweet and her powers were amazing, but in that moment he felt trapped as he saw his own face drenched in blood and having her smile. Then the knife came to view and made it worse as all his own animalistic fear capitalized on the association with pain that had.
Then came sudden thoughts and ideas, ones that began to scream at him. She had killed people before, the woman admitted to it countless times and said she used to kill for a victim's blood. She was dangerous and unpredictable, so could end him at her leisure. All it would take was a deeper slash with that blade and he'd bleed out.
She wanted him to bleed and his life was literally in her hands and at the moment he was so disturbed by what was in front of him that nothing made sense. He loved this woman like nothing else, but she wasn't her anymore, she was a distorted mirror of himself and even if he knew that he'd gush endlessly and ask questions on how it worked if the situation was less intimate, Izuku wanted to just scream.
He was scared and that froze him as he saw those green eyes stare back at him. He felt his cock finally give up and go soft as the fear consumed him and he remained stuck in that hellish limbo. For a few heart chilling moments all he did was gaze back at the girl who wore his face and found her gazing right back into the depths of his soul. Then a softer tone came out in his voice, one that sounded alien yet familiar as those judging eyes filled with sympathy.
"You okay Zuzu?"
Izuku blinked at the question, suddenly finding that he could breathe and that some of his fear vanished. He said nothing for a time as an apologetic guilt swarmed him that battled with the other emotions. Soon he tried to rein in his more blunt inclinations to simply ask that she stop and gave a weak smile to erase her worry. Yet he had gotten more than his fill of this and wanted it to end or at least not have to see something out of a nightmare. So he thought more about it and hoped to the god of luck that this didn't upset her as he tried to speak in his kindest voice.
"...Himiko...would you mind if you turned your quirk off? It's amazing of course, but I'd prefer it if I saw you rather than...me."
The woman who looked exactly like him paused as she developed a rather self conscious shame about her and lessened her smile.
"Oh...I'm sorry, I wasn't even thinking about that. I was just in the swing of things and…"
Izuku raised his hand in surrender.
"Hey, it's fine. Your power is great, I just wish you gave me a heads up beforehand."
A laugh that sounded like the one he would use and not came from her throat as she doubtlessly sought to ease the tension in the room.
"Yeah, I guess I probably should have...how about we call it for tonight and we try again tomorrow after you get off work?"
Izuku hoped his relief wasn't as plain on his face as it felt on the inside. Yet with it came a guilt for what happened.
"Maybe if you wanna call it in. That being said, and I feel...manageable at least, would you mind if I head to a clinic after a while? I figure those rewind shots should fix me up without leaving scars."
Himiko's eyes popped open at his words and with them returned that debased, wide blushing smile that transferred to the fake skin. She turned her head to the camera and then back to him as heat returned to her breath.
"That's...not a bad idea and since your fresh scars can be healed up, do you mind if I do one more thing?"
Izuku hesitated and sighed, deciding to do his duty to her.
"Fine."
The woman squealed in joy, which sounded perverse and wrong coming from his throat.
"Alright Zuzu, now can you go to the living room and wait while I take care of my make up?"
He raised an eyebrow at her before realizing she was referring to her quirk's byproduct.
"But what if I get blood all over the carpet?"
Himiko waved a dismissive hand.
"I didn't cut you deep enough for any of them to be actively bleeding so it's all clotted by now. Besides you stained the floor with every other type of bodily liquid, what's one more?"
He lowered his head at that, but met her eyes again with a curious glint as he reached a hand to grasp her wrist. For a second he drew a thumb over the skin and found it felt just like the real thing and suddenly remembered what he usually did with her goop. Keeping his eyes on hers he spoke up and decided to go for it, if only because his curiosity was killing him.
"Hey Himiko...about that other thing I wanted. Would you mind if I...bit off some of your quirk from you?"
The woman stared at him in bafflement and then disgust, yet she didn't pull away from his touch.
"Fine, just be quick about it."
Without pause she laid down and presented her...his body to him while having a slightly disgruntled annoyance about her face that was muddled by excitement(which didn't translate to the faux genitals to Izuku's slight scientific interest). Seeing the chance, Izuku sat up from his prone position and cursed as his sore muscles and legion of wounds attacked him. Then he placed both hands on her torso. He paused as legitimate fear of harming her came to him and he looked to his lover as he hovered his head above her midriff.
"You sure I'm okay to do this? You won't be hurt or anything?"
Himiko rolled her gifted green eyes and answered.
"This stuff acts like body armor for me, I've literally been stabbed while I was in disguise and my quirk stopped it by producing more of it around where the knife went in. So long as I have enough blood from someone then I'm fairly certain I could survive a bullet to the head and you gave me plenty so get it out of the way."
Thousands of questions bounced around in his mind as he wanted to know more, but he forced them aside as his main curiosity took hold. Easing himself down, he paused once more and looked at her.
"I'm gonna bite now."
She waved a dismissive hand like this was a mere inconvenience for her.
"Go ahead."
Taking a breath, Izuku opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into the area around the rim of her belly and instantly met resistance as his teeth touched the skin. The best way he could describe it was like biting into a chocolate pie where there was a stiff outer layer that had the toughness of actual skin and under that was a warm, gooey mush that clung to his teeth and moved as if alive.
Slowly he closed his jaws as he pulled away a mouthful of whatever came out of her pores and swallowed as he saw a shifting patch of gray goo move and almost instantly replace the bit that went down his stomach by growing like a rapid spreading moss or bread yeast as it rose up from below and the sides of the imprint made by his mouth until it appeared nothing happened.
Izuku watched this happen and somehow became even more enthralled by the woman as she raised her head with her ire still there.
"Are you happy now?"
He eyed her and answered with such genuineness that it sounded disportinal.
"You're fucking amazing and I'm so unspeakibly grateful I met you."
The woman appraised his expression before sitting up with a reluctant smile.
"That's enough of that, go on and wait. I'll be out in a minute.
Izuku returned the smile and got himself off the bed with a loud *creak* when the part of the mattress cover stuck to his ass from all the sweat came loose. He stood for a few seconds as blood flowed back into his limbs properly, causing him to swear as he made his way to the door. Pain battered him in countless tiny pinpricks as his wounds became agitated to the air, but none of them were bleeding thankfully.
It took him all of three seconds to reach the sofa when he entered the living room and by the god of luck did it feel good to not have all that weight on him. Still the knicks stung and made him generally feel unpleasant, so Izuku merely leaned back on the couch and began to think.
He certainly did not enjoy what happened, but what could he do? Himiko was simply as she is so it was best if he got used to this kind of rough play. Although...ah, it didn't matter there was enough to worry about, he was just glad he got to spend time with her. And as if to show the point the bedroom door swung open and his clone stepped out with the camera stand. It was placed in the middle of the room and then his lover proceeded to walk into the bathroom.
"I'll only be a minute."
It was still so strange to hear his own voice come from someone else, but he didn't have much time to contemplate that since a few seconds later Himiko stepped out in all her naked glory, finally looking like her original self. However that was slightly dampened by the bloody knife in her right hand.
She approached the couch and grinned with a blushing, excited wickedness about her as she stood with tool in hand while Izuku calmed himself down as that familiar tingle of fear crept up his neck. Her arm extended to him and offered it to him with that desire filled voice.
"Stand up for me Zuzu."
He did what she asked and found himself facing the camera with his tattered, cut ridden body exposed to the camera. Himiko continued to grin and suddenly grabbed his flaccid cock with her free hand right as she put the tip of the knife to his chest.
"That's a good boy Izuku, now I'm gonna write a few things down and if you wait till the end then I'll make you feel really good."
Izuku winced at the statement as he saw the knife held at his chest and eyed his lover cautiously. Yet he had come this far so he inhaled and tried to focus on the touch below his beltline.
"Go ahead then."
He said with an oncoming sense of dread as he felt the skin of his chest start to get sliced with such a low pressure that he knew it was shallower than some of the cuts made to his torso. All the while there was the feeling of Himiko jerking him with her off hand that barely made up for the pain. Again and again she brought the knife in strange patterns that were lightening fast as he continually heard his body scream while still being in this coupling of pain and pleasure. Blood dripped down his chest and with it came slicing that seemed random until at last, Himiko threw the knife on the sofa and spoke up.
"All done."
The reprieve from the shock only lasted a single heartbeat since Himiko dropped to her knees and grabbed him by the hips. His eyes tracked to where her head was and found his dick firmly inside her mouth. The whole of his body clenched at the warm, slimey sensation around most of his shaft and how her tongue teased along its sides while her fangs barely touched it. For a time he couldn't guess, he had none of the usual releases that went with their games and now, with such a foreign gift that was instantly better than her hands, Izuku couldn't control himself.
In an instant he was done and feeling more weak in the knees than ever, so much so that he had to reach out to Himiko for support as the whole world went white for a few seconds. The slasher on the other hand was coughing and spitting out his seed after it shot down her throat. Izuku recovered minutes later, suddenly acknowledging that it was all worth it for that while Himiko got over her gagging and fixed him with a mischievous eye.
"You really liked that, didn't you Zuzu?"
He nodded, completely spent as he tried to stay up right.
"Clearly, now can I return the favor?"
She smirked with an impish light to her.
"How about we make out for a bit?"
The quirkless man stared at his beloved, knowing by her expression that she was being honest and spoke with a firmness that held no debate.
"Absolutely not. I'm drawing the line at kissing you with my...just go wash your mouth out, please. I'm done for tonight."
Himiko laughed as she spat out the last bit of it onto the carpet.
"I'll say, if you had put that much inside my snatch, I'd probably be pregnant two times over."
He shook his head as his patience finally wore thin.
"You are a nasty, kinky bitch of a woman and you worry me to death, but I love you anyway."
She gave another smirk as she walked over towards the bathroom.
"And yet you're the motherfucker who keeps begging to pop my cherry."
Izuku smiled as the door shut.
"Because you're well damn worth it."
Later on after Himiko freshened up, turned the camera off and grabbed a medkit, the two of them sat on the sofa as she began to clean and manage his injuries. Swabs soaked in disinfectant worked along the sea of cuts on his body as the blonde talked.
"Thanks for making tonight so special for me, I really can't explain well enough how good you made me feel, Izuku."
Another bandage was set and she went on with talking, not giving him a chance to speak as more plaudits burst forth.
"I mean everything I said back there, you really do mean the world to me. If you ever need anything you can ask me, no matter what."
Izuku cringed as bacteria was cleansed from his body, but somehow found the will to respond.
"I know that, I just...think things could have been handled better tonight."
She paused as an eyebrow was raised.
"How so?"
The man pursed his lips and spoke as she continued to care for him.
"I didn't like just laying there, I understand that you need me to be still so you don't make a mistake, but it was...uneven if that makes sense. I wanted to touch you more and instead you went on cutting."
She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at him.
"You never asked for that."
He returned her ire, finding the withheld grievance coming out.
"Because I was worried about ruining the mood for you. I didn't feel like I needed to stop, but to bring you out of that joy over some petty stuff like that seemed selfish. And another thing, did it have to be so long? I don't mind if you wanna bring blood into this, you've been transparent about that since day one, but I'm used to these things lasting a few minutes."
Himiko glared at him as she moved onto cleaning his lower wounds.
"Maybe if you could last longer than a few minutes then we wouldn't have this problem and I get that you were trying to think about me, but just ask when you want me to touch you. I mean, didn't you like suckling off me?"
Izuku shrank back a bit in shame at what she said and answered.
"Well...maybe you can help me learn how to last longer. As for the other things...Himiko you were really out of it, like you were shaking and I was worried about ruining it for you. The tit thing...honestly it was a bit much."
She raised an eyebrow again.
"What do you mean? I always talk to you like that."
He shook his head.
"Yeah, but barely. You kept insulting me throughout it while I was just going along. It's just not a thing I like and the other stuff you said...please don't take this the wrong way, but it creeped me out."
Her expression went wide and more than a little indignant at his words.
"Creepy? What's creepy about what I did?"
Izuku gave her a frank face and answered.
"The part before or after you transformed into me without a hint of a heads up?"
This time she recoiled from the iron in his voice, looking genuinely upset.
"It wasn't that bad was it? I just like using my quirk when I can."
He sighed as his final cut was cleaned.
"It isn't that your quirk is bad, it was that I had to sit there being cut up for who knows how long, then you stop out of the blue, slice a line in my chest and suddenly transform into me without a word of warning while I'm still processing what was going on."
Izuku put his hands to his chin and continued before she started to withdraw internally.
"Don't get me wrong, I love your quirk and it's a goddamn miracle, but imagine how freaked out you'd be if I suddenly turned into you after eating your goop and had a bloody knife in my hand."
She glared at him once more as she placed an arm around him.
"I'd be freaked out, sure, but I'd let you know as soon as it happened."
Izuku mimicked her action and brought her close.
"That aside, I know you won't like this all that much but could we take a step back from using knives? I'm fine with biting or hitting, but I don't wanna have to go to the doctor after everytime we get busy."
Himiko blushed at his question, seeming genuinely embarrassed by it.
"Right...that's completely fine Zuzu. I'm just glad you were willing to let me use them at all."
He smiled as he planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Good, now do you mind cleaning up while I head to the clinic?"
The woman frowned at that and clung yet tighter to him.
"You don't want me to go with you?"
Izuku shrugged as he tried to get off the sofa with her hanging onto him.
"I think people will ask less questions that way, besides that could you also reach out to Ochako while I'm away? We haven't heard a word from her."
Reluctantly Himiko released him and moved towards the bathroom with a pout.
"Alright, I can do that."
He grinned in approval, only to pause as his eyes drifted down and saw what was written on his chest. This woman had actually carved the words "Himiko's Baby" into his skin...that was crazy...but he agreed to it and it would be healed up before the day so it wasn't that big a deal. Grabbing his clothes from across the apartment, Izuku dressed himself and soon made his way to the front door.
"I'll be back in a while."
The villainess answered from the kitchen as she readied her cleaning supplies.
"I'll be waiting for you."
With that Izuku left to go to mend his body and hoped that the rest of his weekend would be better without any more crazy issues cropping up out of nowhere. Yet somehow he doubted it.