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1???'s POV

I pulled on the clothes we wore here the other day but they are girls clothes but with my pink hair it's not so bad right? "You know what, forget this!" I huff taking the clothes back off and just pulling on a long dark robe from the bathroom and Two did the same more than happy to avoid putting on the girls clothes for now. We still had our skin stained light brown and our hair was still the same. So we just looked like the kids only older and I might look like a guy. I could put on a bra? That would give me the chest but it would break the character. I can't do that. Now is just as good as any to break it to Todoroki I guess.

I look at Two and we share a look before opening the door and walking out to find Eraserhead and Todoroki in the living room.

I looked curiously at Eraserhead and he rolled his eyes before saying, "Well you said he didn't have clearance. So he went to the store to get groceries, we have until he gets back to get you two to get properly dressed." He eyed our clothes or lack thereof.

"Oi do you have any idea how uncomfortable bras are? I would like to see you put on those clothes, makeup and alter your voice so that you convince a couple dozen people who already know you that you are not you!" Two hissed glaring at him.

"Um, what am I doing here?" Todoroki now looked very confused and uncomfortable.

"How much are you going to tell him exactly?" Eraserhead asked slightly amused before he frowned and looked at the duel user. "Speaking of talking?" I felt a shiver run down my back at his words.

"Okay, you know what no. We are not doing this song and dance of who can know or already knows." I sigh using my usual voice. "Endeavor abuses all of his kids but there is no proof. We need you to get that proof, Eraserhead."

"How do you know anything about me?" Todoroki asked, still confused.

"Do you remember talking to Molly?" I asked and when he just looked at me confused I let my eyes flash at him, making him jump and fall over backwards.

"That makes me Brenda in case you didn't guess already," Two laughed outright.

"Not while we are out of disguise. I am One and he is Two but over the phone and things Molly and Bella will work just fine." I let out a sigh. "For now the real question is how are we going to get out of the house without our disguises? These ones don't work without being kids and as you can see the quirk we were under has already worn off."

Todoroki blinked a couple times and then pulled off his own backpack and opened it showing us several wigs long and short as well as a few pairs of clothes.

"Todoroki Shoto! You were listening to our lesson?" I asked, looking at him shocked. Two just stood there gaping and even Eraserhead was just staring.

"Yeah, I thought it would help me get away. From him," he shrugged looking down. "I didn't know anyone else was trying to help us. I thought we were alone again ever since Mido-" He stopped talking and Eraserhead glared at the boy before pulling him into a hug.

"Until further notice no student is allowed to go home for any reason due to an uptake of villain activity. Particularly the League of Villains that have shown more than a small interest in my class." His tone was heavy and firm letting no arguments come from anyone.

"Apparently, my students and I need to have a one on one chat about their lives considering two thought suicide was the answer and another was planning to run away." He did not look happy when he said these words.

"Speaking of not taking care of yourself," I announced, getting his attention. "Did you follow my aftercare directions exactly? If you miss even one step you will need to start over with the very painful process of Two holding you down while I remove the knots and tension again," I flex my fingers letting them pop and see the man flinch away.

"Hisashi should be home soon, you should really put a disguise together so you can be on your way," he tried to growl back but he was still eyeing my fingers.

Two and I quickly picked out a couple of wigs and had Eraserhead get us some clothes that were about our size. When we were done we made our way out a window as if we were sneaking out and raced to the safe house.

***

"Fuck I'm tired!" I groan after getting out of the shower and plopping down next to Two on the bed.

"Damn," I looked over at Two and saw his look of disappointment. I see his towel rather tight around his waist and I can't help smiling.

"Oh, is someone disappointed?" I tease propping myself up on an elbow and I looked down at his flawless body. He must have felt my eyes because he opened his and looked up at me while looking nervous. I slide my fingers down his abs just light enough for him to barely feel, I watch as he shivers at the touch.

I watch him for a few minutes and I can see him getting himself worked up trying not to make any noise at all. I started to kiss on his skin watching him carefully as his mouth opened wide, he was gasping in shock. I lifted an eyebrow at him curious, just how worked up did he get himself?

I slid a hand down his smooth, rock hard abs and past his hips letting it rest on his hard shaft just above his towel, he hissed at the contact. Is this too much for him? I watch him squirm for a moment before removing my hand.

"Do you want me to stop? It's okay if you do," I whisper already heartbroken that I had hurt him. Just because he said yes the past few days doesn't mean it's still yes. Consent has to be constant and freely given or what use was it?

He grabbed my hand as I was pulling away. "No! Don't stop, please? It feels so good," he was almost whining but he stopped abruptly as if a thought crossed his mind. "Unless you don't actually want to?" I looked in his sweet sad eyes, he let my hand go. He is afraid, but of what?

"I love you, I want to do a lot of things to you. But I don't want to hurt you," I whisper, my eyes locked onto his bright shining red ones and I notice him visibly relax again. He used a hand to cup my face and gently pull me towards him. He brought me into such a sweet and gentle kiss it was hard to believe that just a moment ago I was ready to lose myself to lust.

"Can we-?" He stopped as if he thought better of the question altogether. I can't help frowning at that.

"Can we, what?" I ask him, playing with a strand of his blond hair. I gave it a gentle tug and watched him squirm from the attention again.

"Can we keep going? Or continue, or start over?" His question was begging for an answer and I couldn't help grinning at him but I only nodded before lightly kissing his neck. I love the sound of him hissing in pleasure. I make my way down and when I get to the towel I lightly tug on it, but stop there.

He quickly removes it leaving himself completely open to me. I lick my lips before letting my tongue slide from his base to his tip where moisture was quickly gathering, precum. Oh he is excited!

I go up and down occasionally nipping at his length, getting gasps of both pleasure and frustration from him. His moans were pure bliss to my ears but I could only wait so long. I let his entire length slide into my waiting mouth. His gasps and moans only got louder the longer I worked on him. I stopped.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth and then let me in or do you want me inside you first?" I want to know what he prefers, I want to know how to make this better for him. To me I love every second of it. Every blissful second his body is under mine or within my reach.

"I want you, it all feels so amazing. I just want you," he seemed to be a little half crazy at the moment but I did leave him right on the edge of that orgasm. I smile and take him in my mouth again. I can't leave him wanting. My fingers explored, stretching his entrance helping me pull out each moan and whimper.

Just a few seconds later he was shooting thick ropes of cum on my tongue and I was enjoying this new bitter taste. It's only been a few days and normally I would find it disgusting, how bitter it is. But the way his moans reach my ears and his body spasms, responding to my tongue it really can't taste any sweeter.

I let him ride out his orgasm while I cleaned him off. My tongue is so tired but the sounds he made were just too good to ignore. My fingers finally leaving his entrance I coat myself with the warm lube, making sure to coat him as well.

I sit up and line myself up and I look down to see his half glazed eyes watching me, his soft moans letting me know that he really couldn't take too much more. I slide in slowly, feeling his hot walls surround me little by little. I have to stop for just a moment. I won't make it otherwise and the way he was moaning out his plea for more made it so hard to stop myself from slamming into him.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I can barely hear myself over his screams for more. I slide myself the rest of the way in and hold it for a moment. I can't hurt him, I can't hurt him. The mantra is the only thing keeping me sane at the moment.

Did I say that outloud? "God damn it! Fuck me!" He squirmed under me and I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out and slammed back in. This time my own moans seemed to dance in the air with his.

I adjusted myself once and when I slid my pulsing member in this time both of us were nearing our end. "Fuck yes, right there!" I took his words at face value and slammed into the same spot again and again. I can't breathe, air was coming in and out but it just wasn't enough. Everything was tightening inside of me and I knew I was almost there.

I kiss him, "Come with me," I whisper before kissing him again and thrust as far as I can, letting it all go. His own ropes of cum hitting me in the chest before dripping back down on him again. I froze for almost a full minute letting myself ease down from my orgasm. When I could breathe and think at the same time again I looked into his face and I can't help being proud of myself.

He was completely limp and from the way his chest was moving he was entirely focused on breathing. "I love that look on you," I whisper before leaning down and licking the cum that had dripped down on him, making him flinch at the contact.

"What look?" He managed to croak out, his voice now hoarse from all the screaming he was doing.

"The look that says I fucked you in all the right ways," I let out a chuckle, licking near his nipple and he squirmed again, his breath hitching. "I like being on top, is that okay with you? We can take turns if you prefer?" Suddenly I was very concerned if I had somehow prevented him from enjoying the same pleasure I enjoyed so much.

"Oh no, you don't." He tried to sound firm, I could hear that much but he was so winded and frankly sated that it was more like a moan which only made my shaft twitch, still inside of him. I slowly ease it out a little and slide it back again, comfortable with staying right where I was.

"Hmm?" I asked ready to listen to anything at all he wanted to say.

"I like this. I never thought I would be a fucking bottom, but fuck it all. You can top me anytime." His words were barely a whisper if it wasn't for the fact that I was watching him I probably wouldn't have noticed that he said anything at all.

"Anytime?" I asked shifting myself to let myself slide back in where I had slipped out of. He arched his back moaning out in ecstasy and I feel my now half hard member practically spring back to attention making him grab fistfuls of the sheets on either side of him.

"How about now?" I asked, kissing on his collarbone. I glance up to see him nodding his jaw clenched but baring his teeth as he tries to breathe, his muscles so tightly flexed, I don't think he could move.

I was tempted to take him up on it. I can't lie, I am so horny right now I could probably keep going until one of us HAD to get up. But the mix of pleasure and pain on his face, although seductive in the extreme, told me I needed to stop now. I start to pull out ready to end things when he grabs me, sinking his nails into my back. I was not expecting the pain to feel so good with the pleasure of his hot, tight ass, squeezing around me. He pulled me in, arching his back more, the screams erupting from him.

I thrusted, again and again. I must have been in the perfect place it couldn't have been but a couple of minutes before he was cumming again. This time it didn't quite make it to my chest. It did however leave a seductive trail from his neck down to the source. I couldn't stop my own orgasm pulling me at the seams.

At some point his legs were above my shoulders and I swear, it let me go in deeper and I couldn't take in too much of anything other than my lover's body or sounds. My hands on his hips, pulling while I pushed and everything ended. I woke up on top of him dry cum coating us. My legs are so shaky I don't even know if I can stand. Thankfully I went soft and must have fallen out of him because I don't remember pulling out.

I hear a groan from above my head and look up to see him stirring. "Fuck, can we do that again?" I blinked at his words and it took several seconds to register exactly what he said. I looked at the clock in the room and it was at least 6 hours since we had gotten back, maybe 18? It's an old analog clock but that really didn't matter at the moment.

"You want to do that again? You came three times and I'm pretty sure I destroyed any possibility of you walking today," I stared at him and he frowned and I felt him stretching his back and legs from below me.

"I feel fine? I think. If anything, maybe a bit itchy and sore but otherwise fine." I listened to what he said and smiled.

"Oh I can do that as many times as you'll let me," I smirked at my red eyed lover. My shaft was already semi hard at the thought of his request. "I'll happily make you scream until nothing else can come out." I kissed his neck, nibbling as I did. "I love you."