𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤|| x Male! Reader

⨳𝔽𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕤|| (𝙔𝙖𝙣.) 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙤| Part II.

title: himbo yandere mirio togata x villain male reader
fandom: Boku no hero academia
warning: smut, yandere, LONG, rough and kinda size difference, creampie
side note: some scenario + smut (you don't have to read the previous chapter to understand!!)

requested by: Elliottmat

quirk: De-Sublimation (ability to turn solid objects into gas and then back into solid objects by touching them with the tips of the user's fingertips.)

Second P.O.V

Sweat ran down your forehead as you pulled your coworker out of a yet another situation going left type of villainy. You had to run over to them, pull them out AND put energy into your quirk as you made a smooth escape from the spot.
Honestly, why do you still fuck around with this bum? They just seem to be troubling you and making you go out of your way to save them!

"Thanks dude." The said person big you a half assed gratuity, clearly panic also overtaking his mind, sweat rolling down their neck.

Luckily, they seemed to keep a hold of their freshly stolen goods, tossing you a wallet as a sort of thankful gesture for your swiftness.

"Take that for compensation. I haven't looked yet, but if you find something too good to be true, send it my way." They said, kicking a stray rock on the ground idly before they shot a wave your way, leaving the scene further to go who knows where.
This brat... Well, they better have caught something good.

You opened the wallet, hopeful to find something sweet to at least cover your dinner.

You rummaged through it, checking ever pocket and secret compartment, finding only an ID and some spare change, not even a cradit or debit card.
Damn these people and them putting their cards in their phone cases instead of their wallets...

A scoff left your lips as you threw the wallet on the ground, keeping only the cash you found with the ID and discarding the rest, which was useless to you.
The ID could be sold on the black market, which will certainly take some time before you get any fortune from it. For now, you're a man with 2 000 Yen... Great...

You shrugged, hoping to at least get some bread with that kind of money. And as your tummy grumbled with greed, you decided to set off to your favorite corner restaurant for some fill.

Astonishingly, you don't have to show yourself on the main street to access it, only your knowledge of the backstreets seems to be needed. And you know your alleys like the back of your palm.
The narrow, short paths seem to be the quicker choice anyway, proving to have no people at all most of the time, so you can move as you please.
Plus, with the last incident... You don't want to show yourself on the main street anymore.

The hero... Lemilion or whatever they call him. Your thoughts were on him since that day, the way his body pressed against yours, the crazed look in his eyes and his hungry strength...
Gah! Lock in Y/n! No time to daydream about hero freaks.

You looked up at the store, noticing that you've finally managed to arrive. You entered, pulling your hood further down as you passed by unnoticing customers. But once you met the cashier, you pulled it back, seeing her sigh upon the sight of your face.

"Hey Y/n, what can I do for you today." She seemed tired, more tired than usual. Today might not be your lucky day, since she only gives you sales when she's in a good mood.

"Yo, Kendo, think I can get something with this?" You greeted the ginger part time workers, sliding the two 1 000 yen bills that you found, looking at her with a nonchelant yet desperate look in your eyes.

She looked at the cash, then back up at you before rolling her eyes. She felt bad for you, you frequently visited this place and usually seemed to be just a few yen short. But she couldn't break company policy so often, she already for a warning as is...