Thread by @italian_lily

A short Drabble for my upcoming #BNHA #Secondgen stripper AU.

⚠️CW: Implied Sex, prostitution, emotional confusion, and soft as fuck cuddles⚠️

Pairing: YoshiMeiji (Kacchako & Kirimina kids

Considered putting this on my NSFW, but it’s not that graphic? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Author notes below.

✏️The main story has not been published yet! WIP
✏️This scene may or may not be included in the final work.
✏️Bakugou is an ex-stripper that owns his own stripclub now. Yoshiki is a manager there.
✏️Kirishima knocked Mina up and Mina ran. Meiji & Kirishima do not know each other

✏️Mina was in an accident that put her in the hospital when Meiji started college.
✏️In order to secretly pay the bills, hospital, and her college, Meiji turned to stripping and salacious acts for money.
✏️Yoshiki is a manager at his father’s stripclub where Meiji works.

✏️Meiji’s stage name is Sweet Scarlet.
✏️Yoshiki does not know her real name or identity, he calls her Scar for short.
✏️Meiji keeps her real and stripper life private; terrified of someone learning the truth.
✏️Yoshiki is 21 and Meiji is 20.

🌙Sleepless Nights⭐️

Meiji woke late in the night, wrapped in soft cotton sheets and a pair of warm arms. She breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of toasted cinnamon. It was oddly comforting in a situation where she would normally find herself panicking.

Then again, she had never let it get this far before.

Blond hair tickled her chin as his breath fanned over the top of her bare breasts from where his head was tucked into her shoulder. Beneath the sheets their legs we’re a tangled mess.

His fingers were tangled in the dark curls that cascaded down her back and shoulders.

His breathing was deep and even, indicating that he was still fast asleep.

Meiji sunk into his hold, wondering if it was okay for her to feel this comfortable with a man who was both technically her boss and her client... The juncture between her thighs continued to throb as a constant reminder of what they had done mere hours ago.

Her face felt warm, remembering the feeling of his hands exploring her body, his lips on hers, his cock buried so deep within her.

“Yoshiki...” she breathed softly. She pressed her forehead against the crown of his head, trying to figure out what this feeling plaguing her meant.

The blond shifted, groaning softly as his lids peeled back to reveal hazy red irises staring up at her. “Scar?” His voice tumbled deep in his chest, thick and groggy. “Was’matter?” he slurred.

She suddenly felt parched, her core throbbed, and heart strummed quickly in her chest.

“Nothing,” she breathed, voice hoarse.

She hadn’t screamed that much had she?

“I just woke up is all.”

Yoshiki made a sound deep in his chest. It almost sounded like a comforting purr.

His arms repositioned around her, pulling her in closer to his chest so that her head was tucked between his chin and shoulder instead. He rested his cheek against her head and yawned.

“Sleep.”

Meiji laughed to herself. “Okay...” she replied, settling back down against him.

There was a beat of silence in which she laid there, listening to his heart beat steadily in his chest. The rise and fall of his torso was soothing, like riding a slow moving wave.

“You’re not sleeping...”

Meiji snapped her eyes back up to him, startled. “Eh....?” She squeaked.

He shifted his weight, rolling on top of her, supporting himself to hover over her on his forearms beside her head. His knee was pressed between her thighs, her ankle wrapped around his. “Whaddya wanna fuck again or somethin’?” He murmured, lips brushing against her temple.

A rush of heat gushed through her. That hadn’t exactly been what she was thinking about. She was just trying to make sense of this strange position she found herself in. Her mouth hung open as she struggled to put her jumbled thoughts into words.

None of her ‘clients’ were ever repeats. At least, not in the sense Yoshiki was. She hardly ever had to put her hands on anyone else anymore since he started paying extra for her at the end of her shift.

She would dance for him in private, rub her ass on his crotch, and once he was nice and hard he told her how he wanted her to get him off.

After a while, Meiji started giving him extra perks. He put his hands on her and Meiji didn’t scold him.

She let him fondle her breasts and squeeze her ass, refusing to acknowledge how much she liked it when he brought his hand down on it in a hard smack. His lips burned a trail of fire across her skin, and as long as he didn’t mark her she allowed it.

He was the first man Meiji allowed to have sex with her more than once and the only one to ever make sure she orgasmed before he did.

Now she was laying in his bed.

*His bed.*

Not cuddled on the couch of the club or catching her breath on his lap. No.

He approached her too close to closing and they didn’t have time to romp in the back room so he brought her home with him, fucked her until her limbs were jelly, and she passed out in his bed.

Meiji couldn’t wrap her head around what this all meant. Why did she stay late?

Shouldn’t she be charging pay for this? If she *didn’t*, what did that mean?

He didn’t even know her *real* name yet...

Warm lips captured her own when she took too long to answer. Her heart jumped into her throat.

*They shouldn’t be kissing...* but she let him anyway.

His lips grooved so perfectly against hers. They were soft and warm, unrushed and a little messy in his half asleep state. It was almost adorable.

She could happily drown in his presence.

His tongue curled around hers, suckling on the muscle gently before he released her.

His fingers brushed her collar. “Hm?” He hummed, prodding her.

Meiji slowly shook her head. “No...” she whispered. “That isn’t it.” She was terrified of what having sex with him now would mean. She could feel his groin against her thigh. He wasn’t even hard and he was offering..

Why?

“I just...” she hesitated. “You don’t want me to leave?”

Yoshiki fell silent above her, staring down at her with a look she couldn’t read well in the dark.

She was afraid he was about to remember who she was and kick her out, but instead he curled a strand of hair around his pointer and tilted his head. “Do you want to go...?”

No...

Meiji bit her lower lip, fingers curled against his pectoral. Ever so slightly she shook her head.

Yoshiki ducked back down to peck her lips.

“Then don’t go. Sleep. I’ll make breakfast.” He laid back beside her, rolling into his side and pulling her with him.

“Breakfast..?!” Meiji startled. Her brain nearly combusted.

“Yeah. I’m a fuckin gentleman.”

He grumbled into her hair. “The nicest fuckin guy ever. Your gonna love it. I’m the best cook.” His words were slow and groggy, slurred as if he was already half asleep.

Meiji gapped at him before slowly closing her mouth and smiling.

She supposed if he was okay with it...she could allow it... whatever this was to happen.

“Okay.”

She closed her eyes and finally drifted back to sleep, lulled into peace by his soft breathing and the gentle beat of his heart against her ear.

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