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Trouble (Part 1)

Nanami Kento x Y/N Reader

Warning: sexual tension ||| MDNI

This is the third week in a row that Nanami has seen you at the library. You were a music theory tutor that was hired in the beginning of month. Nanami often watched you while he read. You first caught his eye when you bumped into him three weeks ago, carrying a stack of sheet music and books. You both often think about that interaction. The way you accidentally touched his hand while picking up the sheets of papers, how smooth his voice sounded when he spoke to you, him complimenting your eyes…. Just for you guys to never have a real conversation after that. The only reason you know his name is because you took it upon yourself to look it up on the check in computer. You were gonna have a conversation with him today, though. You planned it.

“Good morning.” You say to the receptionist as you walk into the library.

“Good morning, Y/N. You’re here early?” She flashes you a look of suspicion. “Trying to beat Nanami here so you can finally talk to him?”

You jump at the true accusation, getting shy over her noticing.

“Whhhaaaa,” the pitch of your voice being high. “Can’t I be early to the job I love SO much?” You play off your nervousness.

Your coworker laughs and says , “I saw you look up his name that day, girl. You’re not slick. Besides I don’t think he’s married, or has kids or anything.” Married? That thought didn’t even cross your mind. “This is the perfect morning to talk to him, Your first student cancelled and then you have office hour, then lunch.”

“This is the motivation I needed, thank you, girl.” You walk to your cramped office and place your things down. You immediately stand in-front of the full body mirror by your book shelf, making sure you look perfect. You wore a black fitted blouse, that accentuated your waist. You unbuttoned one more button to reveal abit of your breasts. Your smokey grey skirt hugged your hips and stopped a couple of inches above your knees. You turn around, revealing the slit in the back of the skirt. You silently thank your mom for blessing you with a perfect ass and rack to match. You face forward again, fixing your stockings. You check the time, shit, he should be here any minute.

“I need perfume.” You say rummaging through your purse. You spray a couple spritz, put away your things, and hastily walk to the library.

“Good morning, Nanami.” You hear the receptionist say.

He softly smiles at her and says, “Good morning. They got you working by yourself?”

“No, Y/N is here too.” Your coworker pointing over at you, pretending to look through the go back cart.

“That’s good. Don’t work too hard.” He says as he swipes his card to check in.

Today he wore a fitted blue dress shirt, that showed the outline of his chiseled chest and arms. He had worn this shirt before and personally, it was your favorite. You smiled lightly at him and waved as he walked up to you. You didn’t realize how much taller he was than you until he was standing right in front of you.

“Good morning.” You say turning your head to face him.

“Good morning. I know I come here once or twice a week but I don’t think I ever got your name?” His question jump starting your pulse.

“Y/N L/N. Pleased to meet you.” You hold out your hand for him to shake it. His big calloused hands engulf yours as he says, “Nanami Kento. The pleasure is mine.”

His face was perfection up close, prominent cheek bones, sharp jaw line, and nice lips. All you needed to know is if you were his type, then you wouldn’t be nervous. He lets go of your hand and you awkwardly smile at him as you keep sorting the books.

“What do you like to read?” You blurt out. You were gonna talk to this man whether you like it or not.

He lets out a “hmm” as he looked up to think. He stuck his hand in his pockets and said, “This is a broad answer but fiction or non fiction. What about you? You seem like you have good taste.”

Okay, what did he just say? You seem like you have good taste? He’s flirting with you but you still need more convincing. You stop sorting the books and turn your body towards him.

“When I’m not reading music theory books, I enjoy romance. It’s a nice change of pace after talking about how to build Neapolitan sixth chords all day.” You feel his eyes burning holes through you, your not even sure if he was listening. His wandering eyes taking in every detail of your body. You’ve felt this gaze before, now that you think about it. However, you didn’t know it was him on the other side of it. He’s been caught and that was the evidence you needed to really take control of the situation.

“How long have you done music for?” His eyes shifting back to my eyes.

You smirk and say “20 years. I’m currently 25.”

“I had no idea you were such an impressive young woman.”

“There’s lot you don’t know about me. What about you, Mr. Nanami ? What do you do for work?” You start pushing the cart and he follows. It seemed like he wanted this conservation to continue. He spoke to you the entire time you were doing the go backs, an hour passing the both of you by. Thank god the library is dead this morning.

“Y/N, your office hour starts now.” Your coworker says from across the room.

“Thank you.” You reply.

“Office hour, huh? I assume you have to leave now?” He says lightly.

“Not quite, you can come read in my office… if you’d like.”

He slightly blushes at your words and says, “I won’t get you in trouble, will I?”

“As long as you don’t tell anybody.” You wink at him and push the go back cart back to the front of the library.

You exchange looks with your coworker at the front as she puts her headphones in. You mouth the words “thank you” before heading back into your small office, with Nanami sitting in the chair infront of your desk. He had his book in hand and already hung his bag next to yours on the wall. You make eye contact with him as you close the door, knowing it’s gonna be a tight squeeze when you pass by him to get to your chair behind the desk. He knew this too.

“Excuse me, I’m gonna get right past you.” You say as you shimmy your way infront him. Your plump breasts being a hairsbreadth away from his face. He got close enough to get a whiff of your perfume and that was enough to jumpstart his pulse.

You turn on your computer as Nanami starts reading. You sat in silence for a few moments with each other. You both were exchanging glances every now and then. He loosen his yellow spotted tie and runs his hand through his hair. He leans back in his chair, spreading his legs slightly; putting his whole body on display for you.

Your intrusive thoughts take over and you rub one of your heels against his ankle. He looks up from his book to see your reaction. Nothing. You kept typing on your computer and ignored his glance. He went back to his book. You did it again, this time wondering up to his knee.

“Mmm.” He lets out as he flashes you warning look.

“You good?” You ask playing dumb.

“Mhm.” He plays along.

A few minutes pass by and you repeat your actions. This time, running your heel up to his crotch. You feel him squirm under your leg. He puts his book down and locks his gaze on you. His hands slowly wander up your stocking covered leg.

“Don’t get yourself in trouble.”

WHEN THIS IDEA CAME TO ME I HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN. I hope you all like it!

Part two

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Ruined My Sheets | Hawks x Reader

"H-holy fuck." Hawks groans as you ride him, nice and slow as you please. "Do you thank all the Pro Heroes who save you like this?"

He's splayed out on his back on your clean, white sheets. Blissed out. His visor's still on, but his headphones and the rest of his hero costume are strewn indiscriminately across the room. It's twilight outside, and that sweet peach of a summer sun is slipping beneath the city's blurry horizon line outside your window. Only a few hours ago you had been on your way back from the laundromat when a low tier thug had approached you with a knife and attempted to mug you. Hawks had swept in and saved the day without a second thought. He'd stayed with you to chat as you did your laundry. Then he'd asked you for coffee. Coffee had gone on for three hours and after a lot of winking and flirting on his part, you had point blank asked Hawks to hop in your bed. (After he'd helped you put out your freshly laundered sheets, of course.)

Needless to say, he didn't need any convincing to strip down and pull you on his cock.

You engage your thigh muscles and drag yourself up up up - teasing Hawks so that he'll think you're getting off the ride. His golden eyes are wide as they watch your lithe body move. Before he can beg you to sit back down, you slowly slide yourself back into place. The slick sound your pussy makes as it engulfs his hard cock is downright sinful. You try to commit it to memory.

Hawks let out a whine, watching as your soft breasts bounce in the low light.

"Maybe you should save me more often." You say as you roll your hips again, reveling in the way his thick hardness stretches you out. "I like giving out rewards like this to esteemed do-gooders like yourself."

"Oh, baby." Hawks says, closing his eyes and sitting up so he can wrap his arms around you. He buries his face in your generous chest, pressing hot open mouthed kisses to the smooth swell of each breast before he looks up at you with earnest eyes. You smirk as you feel his stubble scratch against your soft skin. "If that's the case, I'll save you every day of the week."

You place a hand squarely on his chest and push him back down onto the bed. He lets himself fall back easily, eyes upturned as he watches you pleasure yourself on his cock.

"You sure we don't need me to put on a condom?" He asks uncertainly, staring at the spot where his dick slowly disappears into your bare pussy again. And again. And again. "'Cause if you keep this up, I'm definitely gonna cum soon."

"Nah." You grin down at him as you pick up your pace, sliding up and down that perfect cock of his. You lean backward and grip at his thigh for balance. "Feels better like this. All natural."

"Yeah. Right. Natural." He groans, his eyes rolling back in his head a little. You're fucking him dumb and you know it.

"Hey, Hawks. You good down there?" You laugh. He stays where he is - eyes half lidded - and raises up his arm to give you a solid thumbs up.

"I'm close, sweetheart." He groans from down on the mattress. You pick up the pace - shifting from a slow ride to a furious pounding fuck. His sharp intake of breath in response practically makes you cum on the spot.

You reach down and grab the visor off of his face, flinging it to the side. There's a satisfying clatter as it hits the wall to your left before landing on the floor. Good. Now you can see that pretty face fully. He's got the loveliest cheekbones and a cute sloping nose. His golden eyes are still half lidded, he's barely holding himself together. His hands twitch and make their way to your hips, holding on for dear life as you bounce and roll on top of him. Your pussy gobbles him up again and again with a wet, wicked squelch.

You place your palms down flat on his chest for leverage, reveling in the strong defined muscle beneath your fingertips.

When Hawks cums, he cums hard. He holds onto your hips like they're a lifeboat and he's a man drowning. His fingertips are sure to leave tiny bruises in their wake. You bounce up and down, eyes wide as he fills you up with hot spurts of baby batter. His eyes are squeezed shut as he pumps you full. He lets out a low moan as he finishes, feeling your pussy pull every last drop of thick cum out of him.

You groan as you ride out your own orgasm - the grip of his hands and the overwhelming feeling of being so completely filled throwing you over the edge.

What a pair you are - a Pro Hero making his last save of the day fucking an unwitting almost-crime victim - a gal just trying to get her sheets washed at the laundromat.

Damn. You think as you both catch your breath and come down from the incredible high. Now I gotta go wash my sheets again.