My Hero Oneshots

Honesty 🍋

A/N Merry Christmas! Sorry I've been gone for so long. I hope to see everyone soon! 💃🏻

"Fuck me," his light groans caught my attention far sooner than anything else. I barely had the door to our apartment cracked open when I heard him and he doesn't sound angry or upset at all. If anything he seemed really content with himself.

"Yes, right there!" His voice rose and even broke in his excitement as if he didn't pull in enough oxygen beforehand. I opened the door slowly but he wasn't in the living room or kitchen.

"Hello?" I called out softly, not sure if I actually wanted him to hear me or not. I heard something down the hall and I'm reminded that he said that he was going to bed early tonight and not to expect dinner when I came home. But if I can hear his voice that means he's up doesn't it?

I take off my shoes and slowly walk down the hall, the bathroom is empty, the door was left open and my door was also wide open but again it was empty. I swallowed my spit, not able to actually say anything again but right before I touched Kacchan's mostly closed door I smelled something sweet and heavenly, like sweet salted caramel and vanilla ice cream. I closed my eyes and just breathed it in, leaning against the wall I smiled at the sweet smell that screamed how Kacchan must have been working so very hard. He's probably working out right now and I should leave him alone.

I took in a deep breath before turning away only to hear him moan out loud in a long breath that has my every nerve standing at full attention.

"Yes! Fuck, deeper," he whined and I found myself not only at his door but pushing it open. Kacchan was laying face down on his bed with his ass in the air, a hand reaching between his legs quickly thrusting a vibrator back and forth with his eyes screwed shut. His body was covered in a very light layer of sweat and I could see that he was wearing a condom but he was otherwise alone in his room.

"So fucking close, fucking damn it. Why can't it go deeper?" He whined, his face was clearly showing his disappointment and frustration and even as I watched him bite his pillow and I could see him try to shove the toy in deeper he was only growing more frustrated. Is this what he does whenever he "goes to bed early"? It's no wonder he looks so exhausted the next morning, I just always thought that he was feeling sick on those days. What am I thinking I should leave. I shouldn't be seeing this.

"Deku, please?" My eyes snapped up, hearing him whine my name so nicely but his eyes were still shut and he wasn't even looking in my direction. When did I walk inside?

"Give it to me, give it to me hard," he whined and felt the cold rush of air hitting my skin. "Fill me? Please, I need you," he whimpered and I found myself naked behind him one hand already reaching out before I was able to regain my senses, the overpowering scent of caramel was making it hard to think and the fact I could see the toy going in and out while he desperately tried to find relief wasn't helping either.

"Please?"

"Do you really want me?" I asked and I saw him jump before the toy fell out. I couldn't stay away, and my hands were on his hips and he tried to turn towards me but I pulled him back against me so there was no way he could mistake what I meant. "I'll give you what you want," I offered, my words whispering in his ear and I heard how his breathing hitched and how his body trembled against me. "Just say the word, I'll give it all to you," I slid a finger down his opposite arm and he whimpered as if he couldn't bring himself to actually ask. Right, asking for help goes against his pride. In that case.

"Will you please let me have you? I promise to make you feel good too," I breathed the words in his ear and a noise I never expected to hear from him whimpered out before he actually submitted.