✦ BNHA x Reader | Oneshots ✦

✦A Place Unknown✦ [Kamihara Shinya/Edgeshot]

✦Warning: Lemon/Smut ahead✦

"Are you lost?"

Bright eyes glance up at the inquisitor. Kamihara Shinya stares down at a girl a decade younger than him, mesmerized by her beauty. A newfound feeling blossoms within his chest but he stifles the growth of it upon recognition of the person.

"Aren't you [Full Name]? The Prime Minister's daughter?" He wonders why you'd be out here in the mansion's backyard gardens. The annual politician ball that he unwillingly must attend always hosts the Prime Minister's family and those with high influence in society. If a hero agency wants more funds or needs lobbying some laws, they attend. Usually, his sidekick frequents these events in his stead.

But tonight, he finds himself here, mingling with people he would much rather not speak to. Wanting some fresh air, he wandered out into the gardens and that's where he found you.

Your hair is curled and overflowing; your dress is covered in gold sequins that illuminate under the moonlight and the hem falls at your mid-thigh. A gold rose ornament stations itself behind your left ear, and there he spots your draping white earrings that hold millions of crystals.

It's clear that you live in the lap of luxury, protected and unaware of the world's hidden darkness. And why should you? You've always been well guarded due to your father's power. You have no reason to be acquainted with the world. 

"I am," you send him your feigned smile. He can sense it's a smile you've honed across the years of dealing with people more powerful than you. You cannot allow those inside your heart, just as he closes off his heart to others. "You're Edgeshot, right?"

He nods his head as his heart leaps with joy. Again, he muffles out the odd feelings that try to surface.

"It's nice to meet you." Despite your mechanical way of speaking, your words hold some sort of genuineness that keeps his interest. "Am I disturbing your moment away from the party?"

"I feel inclined to ask you the same."

An indescribable expression surfaces but you quickly hide it once more. "Oh, I see." The gentle breeze of Spring lulls through and you inhale it deeply. "I seeee."

He feels bound to stay, but he knows he must leave. It's inappropriate enough that he spoke to you; no one dares to mingle with someone like you in fear of the repercussions. 

"Do you need company?" He knows he shouldn't ask, but the image of your back reminds him of himself. Lonely yet holding so many burdens. 

A tear slips down your cheek, a few more follow, and he realizes that you misled him on how much you hold inside. "Is it wrong of me to want to run away from this life?"

"Some paths are harder than others. There is no shame in feeling overwhelmed," he responds calmly.

His words bring your world to a stop, and more tears spill. Amidst the chaos in your heart, you muster up a sincere smile. 

His hand reaches out despite his reason yelling at him to stop. However, desire wins over and he places his hand on your shoulder. "You don't have to go through it alone."

[✦]

Practiced fingers slip down your frame and breathe life into your pliant self. They find the hidden pleasure spot, nestled in your folds that slick his fingers with your desire. You let out a wanton moan, one that forces the culprit to hiss out an order.

"Hush. You're being too loud," Shinya says between grit teeth. 

You stare at the door before your bed through half-lidded eyes. Only moments before Shinya had snuck into the Prime Minister's mansion and into your room. The surprise was well received as you rushed into his arms, catalyzing into a heated affair. 

It didn't take long for him to have you in a position he longed for with your submissive body on all four on the bed. He slams into you with one hand toying with your button while the other rests on your hip.

"Why can't we just let my father know about us?" you whine.

"Because if remember correctly," he says between slams, rendering you but a silent mess below him. "Your father is very... adamant that you marry his friend's son."

"Yes," your voice wavers as you recall the night you spilled all your frustrations to him. He was but a stranger in the night, diffusing your worries. Now, he finds himself as your hidden fling despite your engagement moving forward.

"But I don't want him, I want you."

Shinya halts his thrusts at your admission. His eyes widen at your admittance yet he already knows of your feelings; he knows of his returned feelings. However, to be your public boyfriend was a plunge he did not want to do. 

Was it cruel? He thinks so while you do not as you have told him several times. No sane person would want to be with you, only those interested in the power they could wield. No one respectable, no one with integrity would make such a commitment to you.

You understood that but indulged yourself in your hero. You'd like to think that maybe one day he would cave, that maybe love would overcome all obstacles and render him hopeless enough to be with you forever.

And Shinya wonders the opposite. If maybe one day, he could finally quit his senseless lusting and longing for you. He still to this day cannot describe his immediate need for you but he acquiesces to it. He cares little of the consequences, of the aftermath in loving you; he wishes he did. But the thought of another man taking you and calling you his wife brings unbridled fury. 

Shinya's fingers dig deeper into the skin on your hips. You whimper in pain, knowing a bruise will form later. He lowers his torso enough for his words to fan hotly against your ear.

"Then show your father how much you want me," he commands.

Your body shivers with delight and you begin your loud moaning once more. He returns to his frantic pace, his eyes sealed shut as he dives into a sea of bliss, one that is all but correct. He shouldn't do this; he shouldn't be fucking the Prime Minister's daughter in his home; he shouldn't be ruining her chances at a fortuitous union. 

Yet he does and he has no inclination to stop.

Once settled from your highs, you cuddle closer to his taunt body. Peace envelops your form and a pleased smile appears on your lips. At this moment, you feel the pinnacle of a secured joy, as if nothing could go wrong. 

You know these feelings arise under the guise of your delusions, but you still try to make them into a reality. "Shinya." Your voice now sounds weak from your screaming, and pretty soon a guard will knock on your door, having heard your cries from afar.

"Hm?" He begins to peels himself from your body in a deliberately slow fashion.

"Do you want to elope?" The words, despite innocently delivered, bring a weighted regret to his conscious, and his heart hammers with sadness.

"No, my beautiful dove," he kisses your forehead. "It is not my place to pluck your wings." For he refuses to take you to a place unknown.

Quietly, you watch as he clothes himself and vanishes into the crevice of the wall, leaving you to deal with the consequences of your intimacy with him.