Present Mic x reader (My hero academia) ((lemon))

Tidal wave

You stiffened slightly when you realized what you were doing. You pulled away and watched how the heros mouth slung open in shock and how his blasted pupils nearly took up his entire iris. "I just um yeah I you and so um...." the words spewed from your lips completely unable to form sentences, you watched the blonde man stand up still looking like he did a moment ago. "I knew you wanted to bang me..." the heros lips quickly turned into a twisted sinister looking grin, you managed to roll your eyes and scoff still not making contact, "Yeah right please..." you say looking everywhere but the hero. He tried to get in your line of vision but you kept avoiding him and felt the heat spreading across your face. "Y/Nnnnnn your face is so red right now it's practically giving off more heat than the fire...." you heard the hero say slightly more husky. You finally met his gaze and watched as he slowly licked his bottom lip and gave you a classic toothy grin.

You wanted to punch that stupid face.
You wanted to scream in that stupid face.
You wanted to kiss that stupid face.
You wanted to watch him come undone.

With that last little thought you stared hard at the hero and walked over to him with that cocky grin on his face. You reached a hand around to the back of his head and grabbed a handful causing the man to hiss slightly. You pushed the blanket off your shoulders and gave another tug on the mans hair. You heard him chuckle a low deep sexy sound escaping his throat, the sound make you swallow dryly. "What now Y/n? Ya gonna make me into a... good boy?" You heard him tease through the lust that started filling his voice.
He really wants me... no.... I'm just a quest he hasn't been able to conquer....
The thought intruded your mind and stayed there like a brand. You slowly relaxed the grip on his hair and grabbed the blanket before walking back to the chair and wrapping it around you tightly like a cocoon covering your head.
What the fuck just happened... why does it have to be him.... why does he make me feel like this.... I want to kiss him and punch him... how is that even fucking healthy?!
Your thoughts were going a mile a minute, you uncovered your head just in time to watch the hero hang his head slightly, rub the back of his neck and walk out the door into the still dark building. You uncovered the rest of your torso and felt the cool air beginning to settle in the room again. You carefully opened the bottle of polish remover and covered a few pieces of Mics torn shirt. You carefully placed a few pieces of paper in the dwindling fire, they quickly caught and you dropped a soaked piece of cloth in that quickly was engulfed with a small flourish of fire.
He just wants to fuck you that's all... you're just another notch on his bedpost....
The negative thoughts scorched again as you brought your knees to your chest and rested your head there. You heard the heros steps echoing through the hallway coming toward the break room again. You looked up to see the hero had put another shirt on under his jacket and had put his sunglasses back on. "Don't you think it's a bit dangerous to wear your sunglasses in a dark building?" You asked staring at the man your eye twitching slightly, "Danger is my middle name." The hero deflected with a toothy grin and a flash of finger guns. He became hard to read all of a sudden like he had built up a wall. You watched as the hero sat in the chair opposite of you and laced his finger together forming a bridge to rest his chin on. Not being able to see his eyes changed the dynamic drastically. You put your feet down and looked toward the window at the steadily falling snow. "I... I...." You began and couldn't find the words, "You think I just want to fuck and duck?"  The heros voice came out of nowhere as if he had been reading your thoughts since the moment you had the idea you wanted to punch him. You felt the tips of your ears burn and scoff, "Do you blame me?" You ask your patience for him slowly becoming thin, you watched as the hero shook his head. "Not at all, it makes it difficult to try to make things right with you but it's not like you'd believe me anyway..." you watched the hero move to resting his cheek in the palm of his hand and tracing circles on the table with the other. You felt irritation prickling the back of your neck, "Well you don't make it easy when you literally flirt with every woman in the building let alone the news women who interview you or-" you started listing things and was interrupted by a low rolling laugh from the man in front of you, you began to feel your blood boil. "It sounds like someone is just jealous they don't have all my attention..." you heard the hero start to challenge back. "Fuck you." You say with malice starting to grow thick in your voice, "I tried." The hero said challenging again. You slapped your and hands on the table stood up leaning over, "When this is over I don't want to ever work with you again...." you felt angry tears starting to well up in your eyes, you grabbed your phone and headed down the dark hallway anywhere away from the break room.
You made your way back into the studio, you shivered slightly from the stale chill that had settled. You sat at the sound board and pulled your knees to your chest as the tears spilled freely down your cheeks. "Y/n?... Y/N?" You hear the hero calling out for you and see the light from the flash light bouncing off the walls in the hallway, you quickly turn the light off on your phone leaving you in the pitch black. You then slid out of the chair and under the cramped desk hugging you knees tightly to your chest, "Y/N? Come on! It's too cold for you to be doing this..." you heard irritation in the heros voice as you heard his steps echo away from you. You felt the tears fall even more freely as you covered your mouth with your hand to catch the soft shudders of breath escaping your lips. You didn't hear the hero walk back into the room or see the chair get pulled away from your hiding place but you did feel a pair of strong arms pull you tightly into a warming embrace. "I'm sorry y/n..." you heard the hero say softly against your hair causing you to let a few sobs escape. You felt the man effortlessly pick you up from under the desk and carry you back into the break room, he placed you in the chair and walked to the window before lighting a cigarette taking a long drag from it. You carefully wiped your face and studied the now frowning man who had put his regular glasses back on his face.