Afterward: Tangled.

As of yesterday the last of your things were moved out of your apartment and into the new flat exactly two levels above Shouta's. It wasn't much of a size change from the old place, some of it arguably better with the hot spring bath and full kitchen on the ground floor. Hanging up some clothes, you turned back to the lazy disheveled lump that was supposed to be helping. Instead he was half asleep on the bed. You threw a pile of sheets at him, watching him shift in annoyance when the fabric covered his head.

"Can you be useful?" It was the last thing to do and you would officially live at UA. Besides putting him to work, fitted sheets were bothersome for one person alone. One side would always roll back to the middle no matter how careful you were. With minimal complaints from Shouta, you were soon smoothing out the wrinkles and making everything look presentable.

Suddenly, strong arms were encircling you from behind, causing the both of you to fall on the bed. He buried his face into your neck, your tiny hum of surprise only spurring him to tighten the hug.

"Why so affectionate?"

"Celebrating." You laugh at that. Celebrating what, exactly? Laying in a comfortable heap, his usual self returned as he rested his head against your back, reminding you that you were fully healed and discharged from Recovery Girl's care. A sideways glance revealed the dusky heat in his eyes. "We were cut short last time."

Wiggling until your bodies faced one another, you leaned into a kiss.

"Pretty sure that was your fault." You pretended to huff at him in mock offense. Hands settling on his hip bones, you squeeze slightly. "So make it up to me."

Moving his palm to your cheek, thumb dancing over your lips, Shouta kissed you once more. His gaze never faltered from yours, the taste of him still sweet and intoxicating. You wanted to steal his heat, deepening the kiss with growing need. Sweeping your tongue over his lips, he followed your hungry pace.

You bit into his lips until they bruised a dark pink, the state of his arousal growing hard igniting your own lust. Shivering when the floating sensation hit you, he held your body tight against the bed. Only a small whimper let him know you were upset at the loss of contact. He held you down with ease, eyes flashing crimson to make sure you didn't try to escape from his grip.

"Too impatient" The breathy words in your ear sent vibrations through your entire body. His pace is languid, unbearably slow in undressing you. Your skin cools when it touches the air, and he presses kisses into your shoulder where the color is lighter, newer from the scar tissue.

A rare smile grew on his lips, accompanied by and endless rush of praise in how beautiful you looked.

Biting your lip, it was hard to hold back when his fingers were tracing each dip of your skin and body. Your hands dragged over the fabric that hid his chest and stomach, feeling the taut muscles firm underneath. Stuck in a daze, you were vaguely impressed at how well his acrobatic tendencies kept him fit.

Reaching down you found his cock warm and semi-hard. It felt lovely against your hands before he rudely pinned your arms above your head.

"What did I say about being patient?" Tugging at the loops of cloth around his neck, he slipped them over your wrists. It was a loose knot, snug – but possible to wiggle out of with some effort.

"I can get out of this." He drank the sight of your body under him, surveying the haphazard bindings down to where he straddled your legs.

"You can." He smirked, eyes flashing with a touch of sadism. With his free hands he unzipped his costume, revealing just how bare he was underneath. "But will you?"

Swallowing hard at the way his words caused you to shiver, you shifted in anticipation.

"No..."

"Good." He kissed your belly, slowly working his way up to your lips, cock pressed against your thigh. Your breath quickened to short gasps.

Squirming under his control, you ached for more. Every touch burned with inextinguishable heat, body raising to meet his in desperation. Each reflexive movement he backed away, intent on dragging out his teasing. Those normally sleepy eyes were alight with mischief.

"Fu... This i-isn't very hero like." Your voice stutters, squeaking out when he slides a knee between your legs to part them. His breath is hot in your ear.

"Who said I was trying to be?" His fingers were slick inside you, the friction driving your hips in circles against the bed. He encouraged the moans that spilled from your mouth, constant motion overwhelming.

"Shouta, please..." You licked your lips, unable to form much more than lovely whimpering.

Moving closer, he obliged, erection pressing against your cheek. Without the use of your hands, your eyes pleaded with wanting. He pushed himself into your waiting mouth, tongue swirling around the head before taking half of him. He sighed at how warm you were, thrusting slowly until every inch was swallowed. A heat ran through you causing a hum around his cock. When was the last time you needed someone so badly? The drunken urge to please, selfishly wanting him to only think of you. When your name escaped his lips, his sex-laced voice raspy and low, you came.

He patiently watched the way your body shuddered, drool pooling around him and down your chin. Pulling out of your mouth with a lewd pop, Shouta wedged himself between your thighs. Sinking himself in, you moaned prettily, still sensitive from your high. Sighing when his body touched yours. You felt full.

It wasn't enough to sit and feel, you wanted to move against him. Sex was always a fun activity, but you couldn't remember being so frenzied with anyone else. Bringing your wrists up, still tied together, you slipped your arms around his head, catching his neck and pulling him close. They way his cheeks flushed pink was alluring. Fingers gripping soft strands of hair, you held him still and ground your hips, pushing him deeper. He sat up, taking you with him until you straddled his lap, cock still buried inside you.

He chuckled at your eager lust, whispering into your chest where your embrace kept him. "Move for me. Fuck me until I cum." Feet tangled in the sheets below, you didn't mind having to fix them later.

Rolling your hips up until you could just feel the tip of his cock, you hovered for a moment before driving downward. A cry escaped your lips, drowned out by his own gorgeous sounds. Licking at your breasts, teasing the tender flesh, you rode him until the hot buzz of nearing release came again.

"Sho..." Breath catching, your muscles tightened around him. Wet and dripping, he held you tightly until he came with a low groan

You mumbled against him in exhaustion, legs shaking. He fell over with a plop, and you with him. The two of you lay in a tangled heap to catch your breath.

"I said: you're a villain, teasing me like that." Fiddling with the ties, it only took a minute to free yourself. Cum would soon start leaking, but you wanted to lay with him for a little while longer. Your face pressed to his chest, his heartbeat loud to your ears.

"You didn't seem to mind."

With a light punch to his arm, you promised to get him back one day soon. A day where he was being particularly lazy would be ideal. Of course, that usually meant any time at all.

I've never written smut in the first person before...
It was strange, to say the least.

I don't even know if this is OOC at this point.