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It’s nearly 2am when Shota Aizawa stumbles out of the izakaya, nowhere near as drunk as he’d like to be. His vision isn’t blurry and he can feel all of his appendages just fine. Worst of all, he can still remember that it’s his birthday and that he's all alone.
That had to be rectified.
He considers meandering down the narrow alleyway and finding another tiny izakaya to drown his sorrows in until a garish love hotel sign catches Shota’s eye. The building itself is fairly nondescript, designed to blend into the neighbourhood. But the sparkly, hot pink sign with love hearts all over it stands out like a sore thumb.
Upon closer inspection, Shota notices fine print, underneath the Rest and Stay rates, for ‘additional company’. So it was one of those… with in-house prostitutes that patrons could request for an additional fee. Shota scoffed at the idea at first. Why pay for something he could go get himself for free?
Then his tipsy, traitorous mind reminded him that he hadn’t gotten that in a very long time. Not like Shota hadn’t tried. But he was an acquired taste. Too scary, too intimidating, too rough, too closed off. There was a long list of why the man was still single.
And now I’m thirty. Another strike to add to the list…
Fuck it.
It was his birthday. Why not blow off a little steam?
Moving silently from the street and into the building, Shota was careful to check his surroundings and make sure no one saw him enter or recognise him. He may not be a well known hero but a photo of him here could do damage all the same.
Instead of a normal check in counter like at regular hotels, this place just had a high-tech vending machine to maximise privacy. The touch screen on it allowed guests to pick between several different themed rooms before dispensing the key.
There was a bondage room with a built-in sex swing hanging from the ceiling. There was a mildly terrifying porcelain doll room… seriously, who can have sex with all those eyes watching? A water themed room which looked like it belonged at Tokyo Disneyland, with its painted waves on the walls and a giant water bed in the centre of the room. Then there was a mirror room. The ceiling and walls, all covered in mirrors. Not to mention, a spinning bed.
That could be interesting…
After making his selection, Shota looked for ‘companionship’ options but they weren’t shown anywhere on here. Crossing his fingers that he hadn’t just wasted his money on a room for himself, he tapped his credit card and waited for the key to come out.
Making his way through the corridor to his room, Shota was relieved to note how silent the place was. Either it was extremely unpopular - which he knew it wasn’t since there had only been four rooms left to choose from - or it was well sound proofed. With a nervous cough, he opened the door to room 209. Hopefully there would be more booze in here. He needed it.
Years of ingrained habit had Shota scoping the room out for hidden cameras and bugs. Thankfully, the place was clean, from someone spying and hygiene wise. The burgundy bed sheets were a very soft bamboo and cotton blend, much nicer quality than what Shota had at home. A little surprising at a hook-up hotel. There was a panel by the bed with various switches to control the lights and make the bed spin.
Next to a box of complimentary lube and condoms, Shota spotted a magazine. It looked like a porno mag but as he quickly flicked through the pages of scantily clad girls, he realised this was a catalogue, complete with numbers to dial to have the companion of your choice join you in your room. Disappointment surged through Shota. It looked like all they offered were girls.
He was about to leave and cut his losses when a pair of vibrant emerald eyes caught Shota’s attention. On the very last page of the catalogue was a small selection of male escorts. One blonde was big and muscly, probably to appeal to All Might fans. A brunette with a refined air about him, almost like he belonged at a host club. But then there was the green haired beauty who looked too young to be working here but if he was on the catalogue then he had to be legal.
Soft, round cheeks with freckles that Shota wanted to lick. A shy smile that was so innocent. If Shota had met him in a bar, he would have taken him home immediately… or maybe fucked him in a nearby bathroom first. His penis went from soft to rock hard at the thought of deep throating that pretty mouth.
Without any hesitation, Shota picked up the room’s phone and entered the number for the boy with the viridian eyes. An automated voice told him the hourly rates and asked for him to press 1 to confirm or 2 to decline. They already had his credit card information thanks to the vending machine check in. All Shota had to do now was approve it.
Pressing down 1 impatiently, the automated voice confirmed the transaction before disconnecting the call. Shota paced the room while he waited, wondering if he should shower now before his company arrived. Just as he started figuring out the various extra buttons and nozzles in this western style shower, a knock came at the door.
Shota froze for a moment at the sound, suddenly unsure of himself. He was definitely not drunk enough for this! Another knock came, this time a little louder.
Oh well… too late now. Happy Birthday to me…
Opening the door just wide enough for the green haired boy to squeeze through, just in case someone was walking by outside, Shota greeted him with an awkward nod. The boy returned it with a shy smile. So cute. His thoughts from earlier about face fucking him came back in full strength and Shota’s cock throbbed in his pants. He was dressed in a simple, green yukata and nothing else. Shota eyed the obi tied around the boy’s waist, like a bow on a present just for him to unwrap.
Happy Birthday to me…
“Nice to meet you, sir.” The boy bowed before making eye contact with Shota again.
“What’s your name?” He asked in his usual deadpan voice, trying to hide how turned on he already was.
Which was stupid. They both knew why he was here and exactly what for. So why was he trying to act like he wasn’t ready to devour the delicious snack in front of him?
“Izuku! U-unless you’d like it to be something else?” The boy looked nervous, almost like this was his first time doing this or something.
“Izuku. I like it. Nice to meet you too,” Shota bridged the gap between them and brushed his thumb across Izuku’s plumb bottom lip, “You can call me Sho.”
He’d never been good at coming up with fake names and right now, on his birthday, he really didn’t want someone to call him by anything that wasn’t his name anyway. A half-truth would work fine.
The blush that rose to Izuku’s freckled cheeks at Shota’s touch was divine. How had he managed to stumble across such a rare creature in a place like this?
“Sho…” Izuku whispered, sending fire through Shota’s veins.
“Any rules or boundaries you don’t want me to cross, Izuku?” Shota’s voice was husky already, barely holding himself back.
“Huh? Oh… umm… N-no? I don’t think so, anyway…” Izuku stuttered, looking surprised by Shota’s question.
Did other clients not bother to ask?
“Okay then. You let me know if anything starts making you uncomfortable and I’ll stop. Paid or not, I prefer my partners to enjoy themselves.” Izuku’s blush deepened at those words and Shota’s restraint snapped.
Crouching down slightly, Shota picked the boy up with ease, wrapping slim legs around his waist while he finally kissed those tempting, soft lips. Izuku was surprised at first but returned the kiss after the shock wore off. He seemed a little inexperienced but that didn’t bother Shota. All the better if he was a little green. Shota was an excellent teacher after all.
Shota kissed Izuku until they were both hot and breathless. Gently laying the boy down on the bed, Shota continued to kiss him slowly while he began stripping off their clothes. An erect, average sized penis bounced against Izuku’s stomach, leaving a smear of pre-cum on the boy’s skin. The sight made Shota salivate.
Maybe it would be fun to watch the green haired boy fall apart under his touch before Shota fucked him until the sun rose. With a smirk, Shota lowered his mouth over the slick head of the boy’s cock and internally preened at the high pitched whimper he got in response. He bobbed his head a few times before remembering to grab some lube.
Better start prepping Izuku’s hole now. Make sure he’s nice and stretched for the real thing.
The boy jolted in surprise when he felt a wet finger nudge at his entrance.
“All good?” Shota stopped what he was doing to wait for a response from Izuku.
“Y-yeah… I just wasn’t expecting… ummm… y-you caught m-me off guard, is all.” Izuku’s blush was back. Shota couldn’t resist reaching up to kiss his rosy cheeks before going back down on him.
Izuku’s breathy moans were going straight to Shota’s cock. It was going to take all of his self-control to take this slow but the show Izuku was putting on for him was making it worth the wait. The boy tensed up again when Shota started pushing the tip of his finger past his rim. It was tighter than Shota was expecting, almost like he’d never had a cock inside him before.
Working him open slowly, Shota kept adding more lube to his fingers to ease the stretch for Izuku. When he curled his fingers up a little to brush against the kid’s prostate, Izuku moaned loudly before slapping his hands over his mouth.
“Don’t keep those beautiful sounds to yourself,” Shota encouraged Izuku with a warm smile before curling his fingers again, “There… that’s it. Relax and let me make you feel good, kitten.”
“Ahhh… oh god… Sho…” Izuku gasped, hands clutching at the sheets beneath while Shota started moving his fingers in and out, building up a steady rhythm.
“You like that, kitten?”
“Y-yes! I… ohhhh… I want… mmfff” Shota took Izuku’s length back into his mouth, letting it hit the back of his throat and relishing the sight of the boy trembling beneath him as he came in his mouth, “Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhh… Holy shit! That was…”
“Only the beginning,” Shota smiled wickedly at Izuku as he looked up at him with wide eyes, the boy’s body still quivering from the aftershocks of his orgasm, “I’m still not done stretching you yet. You’re so god damn tight. Don’t wanna hurt you. At least… not like that…” Shota teased with a wink.
“H-hurt me?” Izuku paled and actually looked frightened, making Shota backpedal quickly.
“Nothing serious, Izuku. Like I said earlier, if anything is too much or makes you uncomfortable, then you just need to tell me and I’ll stop. The kind of pain I was talking about is… pleasurable pain, for lack of a better way to word it. Like how a smack can turn into a tingle that leaves you begging for more…”
The boy looked so baffled, Shota tilted Izuku’s body so he’d have better access to his ass, then gave it a swift slap. It wasn’t as hard as he usually went but Shota figured it would be best to hold back for now and not scare the kid even more. Thankfully, Izuku seemed to enjoy the smack, squeaking in surprise then blushing hard as the sting settled into a strange warmth on his skin.
“Understand me now?”
“I think so…” Izuku bit his lip before wiggling his hips at Shota, “Please… please keep going…”
“How could I say no to that?” Shota leant down and gave Izuku a filthy kiss before moving his fingers inside the boy again.
When he got four fingers inside Izuku’s hole comfortably, Shota felt confident that he could move on to the real thing. Grabbing more lube, he made sure his cock was nice and slick and even pushed a little lube around Izuku’s rim to make this as comfortable as possible for him. The boy was hard again and panting for Shota to fuck him. The sight was so distracting that he forgot to use one of the condoms in the box nearby.
Ever so slowly, Shota lined up his cock with Izuku’s entrance and pushed in, groaning at the toe-curling feeling of the hot, tight flesh clenching down on his sensitive head. It was so tempting to bottom out immediately. Bit by bit, inch by inch, Shota slid deeper inside Izuku’s ass. The symphony of sounds falling out of Izuku’s mouth was the new soundtrack Shota wanted to listen to for the rest of his life.
“It’s incredible, Izuku. Your ass is the tightest I have ever felt. It’s like you’re a virgin or something!” Shota moaned in Izuku’s ear as he started pulling out only to plunge back in deeper, missing the brief look of panic on the boy’s face.
“You’re… so big, Sho… It feels like… like…”
“Like what, Kitten?”
“Like… ahhhh… too much… and yet… not enough?”
“Perfect!”
Shota had only been inside Izuku for a minute but he was already addicted to the feel of him. Sex with anyone else he’d ever been with had never felt this good. The heady combination of Izuku’s youthful face and air of innocence mixed with how soft and perfect he felt in Shota’s arms was enough to get the underground hero seriously considering becoming a regular… or better yet, find out who this boy really is and make him his.
Would Izuku be offended by such an offer? Shota had more than enough money from his two jobs for Izuku to live with him in comfort and never have to work at this Love Hotel again. But he was getting ahead of himself. For now, all Shota needed to worry about was making Izuku just as addicted to him as he was to Izuku. That starts with giving him the best night of mind-blowing sex he’s ever had!
Lifting Izuku up by his hips, Shota was able to angle his cock to hit deeper than before, resulting in the boy moaning his name.
“Sho… Sho… Sho… oh fuck… ahhhh… more… please, Sho…”
Shota picked up the pace; Izuku’s chanting matched every thrust.
“Sho, Sho, Sho, Sho, h-harder… Sho…”
Complying with the boy’s wishes, Shota began pounding into his ass, putting more of his weight on the smaller frame under him, nearly bending Izuku in half. The exquisite sound of flesh slapping against flesh perfectly punctuated Izuku’s breathless refrain. When Izuku finally toppled over the edge, Shota followed right behind him, coating the boy’s walls with his seed with a shout.
“That… was… that was…” Izuku panted, unable to finish his thought before Shota began moving in him again.
“Fuck, that felt amazing, Izuku. I’m gonna enjoy feeling you cum on my cock again… and again…” Emphasising his point with a particularly brutal upward thrust, Shota stopped holding back.
The mirror room was a good choice. No matter what position they shifted to, Shota had a great view of everything happening, from all angles. What a pity that he couldn’t record the wrecked expression on Izuku’s face as he mewled and sobbed from over-stimulation riding Shota’s dick non-stop. After wringing out a couple more orgasms from the kid - one while the bed spun, another while bending Izuku over the couch - Shota decided to show him mercy and let him have a break.
Room service worked a little differently in Love Hotels. Like most everything else in the building, it was designed with discretion in mind. Food arrived through a special box in the wall near the door, where a staff member would slide it through before locking it from the outside. Then a little light glowed to indicate it was ready to be collected from inside the hotel room. Food and drinks were a reasonable price, as were the hourly room rates to encourage guests to stay longer. But the longer you stayed, the more everything added up. That’s how a little place like this could rake in over a billion yen in a month.
Shota wasn’t worried about the cost. He could spend a week holed up in this room with Izuku without it making a dent in his savings. But his absence from work would certainly be noticed. As he and Izuku quietly munched on karaage and katsudon, Shota pondered how he could convince Izuku to stay exclusively with him. He’d probably freak the poor kid out if he confessed how strongly attached he was to him already. Loath as he was to admit it, this felt like the kind of thing Shota needed Nezu’s help with.
The rat knew how to deal with everything.
“Can I ask…” Izuku sheepishly spoke up before shaking his head and staring back down at his food.
That wouldn’t do.
“Ask me anything.” Shota said honestly.
“Really?” Any answer was worth the way Izuku’s face lit up just now, “O-okay… ummm… I was wondering… how you got that scar? The one right near your heart…”
“Stabbed.”
“Who would stab you?!”
“A villain.”
“Out of nowhere?!”
“No. I got sloppy… let myself get distracted at the wrong moment. It happens.”
“Oh! You’re… a hero…” Izuku’s tone shifted from curious to awed, “Why didn’t I recognise him then? I thought I knew every hero, especially the ones that are local. A masked hero that never shows his face in public or Underground maybe? Then again, quirks tend to be the identifying factor for each hero. I haven’t seen him use his quirk yet, I don’t think. Would he be willing to show me his quirk if I asked?”
“Take a breath, kitten.” Shota suppressed a smirk at the unexpected tangent Izuku went on as the boy tried to puzzle out what hero he was.
“Eeep! S-sorry! I know it’s creepy when I do that. I’m trying to stop…” Seeing the boy wilt on himself brought out Shota’s fierce protective side.
“It’s not creepy at all, Izuku.” Shota said as seriously as he could, hoping the kid would believe him, “They say it’s a common trait in geniuses… verbalising their thoughts as they process something. All it shows me is how clever you are.”
Those stunning emerald eyes that had first caught Shota’s attention were now completely dazzling as they lit up with hope.
“I’ve never met anyone like you…” Izuku whispered, staring up at Shota with what the hero hoped were love hearts in the boy's eyes.
“Likewise.”
The time for talking was over again. Shota had different plans for Izuku’s busy mouth. Now that the kid was more comfortable around him, Shota felt like he could test Izuku’s limits. After several minutes of passionate kissing, Shota guided Izuku’s head down towards his twitching cock. Izuku seemed a little hesitant at first but as Shota made encouraging sounds with every lick and stroke, the boy got bolder.
He looked more beautiful than Shota’s imagination could have ever conjured up with his thick cock stuffed into Izuku’s wet, hot mouth. Izuku’s eyes began to water as Shota slowly pushed his length in deeper, forcing its way down his throat a tiny bit before pulling back and then repeating the process all over again.
“Try to relax and breathe through your nose, kitten,” Shota hissed as Izuku’s teeth gazed the length of his cock, the pain mixed with pleasure really doing it for him, “Fuck! Just like that… If you need me to stop, tap my leg twice with your hand, okay?”
Izuku tried to nod as he continued deep throating Shota’s cock, earning a sharp gasp from the hero as the movement shot pleasure up his spine. Gripping the boy’s head, weaving strong fingers through lush green hair, Shota began thrusting into Izuku’s mouth with gusto. The ghlk ghlk sounds of face fucking reverberated throughout the room, getting Shota more and more aroused. Izuku moaned around Shota’s cock. Looking down, the birthday boy could see his little kitten stroking himself as continued giving Shota head. The sight of it skyrocketed him through the roof and he came hard down Izuku’s throat.
The boy choked and spluttered for a bit, clearly not expecting the fluids to overflow past his lips. Shota patted Izuku’s back until he was breathing normally again before picking the boy up and pushing him up face-first against one of the wall mirrors. With a quick dob of lube on his finger, Shota inserted it into Izuku’s now gaping hole. He’d done a very thorough job of getting him all stretched out, it would likely last for days.
Hoisting Izuku’s left leg up with his elbow, Shota slid inside him easily and managed to hit the kid’s prostate the first try from this angle.
“Look how gorgeous you are like this, kitten… The faces you make while I fuck you are the most beautiful sight on Earth.”
Izuku blushed deeply at Shota’s praise, unable to resist staring at himself while the underground hero slammed into his ass over and over. With his free right hand, Shota pinched and tweaked the boy’s nipples, savouring the sensation of his walls tightening around his cock each time he did it. As Shota drew closer to his peak, he moved his right hand down further to Izuku’s bouncing length and started stroking it in time with his thrusts. The boy came all over the mirror’s glass within five strokes.
“Izuku… look at me… I want you to watch my face as I cum inside you,” Shota commanded, causing the green haired boy to tremble and moan at his tone, “See what you do to me… How good you feel around my cock… So fucking good!”
Shota came with a grunt, keeping his eyes locked with Izuku who looked dazed and utterly blissed out at the display. Barely any semen dribbled out of the boy’s hole. Shota had orgasmed so much, he was sure the next time would be dry.
Across the room, Shota’s phone started vibrating. Fuck. Time was up. He would only have a small window to clean up, rush home, change into his hero costume and get to U.A. for homeroom. For the first time in a long time, staying up all night was completely worth it. Izuku whined as Shota pulled out from his sloppy hole. It was a sight he wanted to burn into his brain.
“Better get you all cleaned up, kitten.”
“…Okay.” The boy was swaying on his feet, about ready to collapse and sleep the day away so Shota picked him up bridal style and carried him over to the shower.
Under the warm spray of the water, Izuku nuzzled into Shota’s neck while the hero slowly, gently cleaned every nook and cranny. Seeing how relaxed Izuku was in his arms like this made Shota’s heart ache. This is infinitely harder than resisting the urge to take a stray cat home with him. Shota needed more details about the kid’s life before he forced himself into it.
After drying Izuku and himself off, Shota slipped the green yukata back over the boy’s body before getting dressed. The kid was starting to drift off on the bed. It pained Shota to tap his cheek until he stirred awake.
“Sorry, Izuku. Time’s up. You’ll have to sleep at home… or at least elsewhere…” An unpleasant thought nagged at Shota. What if Izuku didn’t have a home and was working here so he’d have somewhere to stay? That kind of thing happens all the time. It was an ugly side of society Shota had seen too much of in his underground hero work. One more thing he would fix the moment he caught Nezu up to speed.
“Oh. Right… Of course…” Izuku yawned and stretched, forcing himself to sit up, “Before you go… will you tell me your hero name?”
Shota smiled fondly at Izuku before leaning down to kiss him one last time.
“Next time.”