Brain and Brawn pt.8

A/n: It has been so much fun doing this collab with my bestie @endeavours-jockstrap

CW: cunnilingus, unprotected sex, loss of virginity (m), creampie, missionary position, riding, premature ejaculation, Shinsou punches a guy

Mdni pls, it’s not steamy but there is smut.

Taglist: @wh0reforlevi@yes-i-am-a-sinner@kuromi-kouhai@kuromi-kartoons

Sitting in the locker room, you listened to your music to get you pumped up for the game as one of the trainers finished taping your ankles and wrists. You can do this. Our team is gonna win. Hearing the whistle blow, you and the other players walked into the open area of the locker room as Coach Kan called for a mini-meeting.

“Alright ladies, this is the big game so try to have fun out there. But you better crush them. I believe in you girls, you haven’t let me down before. Toga, try not to bite anyone this time, please.”

The blonde huffs in annoyance. “Fine…”

“Good luck out there ladies. Come on, hands in.” You all put your hands on top of each other in the middle of your circle. “Rampaging Rabbits on three.”

“One, two, three!”
“Rampaging Rabbits!”

As you all filed out of the locker room, you grinned eagerly as you ran onto the court. Noticing Shinsou near the courtside, you waved at him before going to the bench. Standing in a semicircle, you listened to the play-by-play.

“Captains,” the referee calls for you and the other captain, Kaye, to stand facing each other.

“We meet again,” you smile at her, crouching into position, “Ready to lose again?”

Kay scoffs, “Not this time, beanpole.”

The whistle blows, and you easily smack the ball away from her, bouncing it across the court. 

Y/N dribbled the ball up the floor and waved her hand as she crossed half-court, calling for a high pick and roll. Kendo, the center, left the paint and set herself just at the 3-point line. Y/N quickly darted to the left. Her defender crashed into Kendo while Y/N sped into the lane for an easy layup.

For the next twelve minutes, the Bees were up by 6 points. This was normal for the Rabbits. They’d trail behind in the first quarter but bounce back in the second. After the first half of the game, the score was Rabbits 51- Bees 49.

There were a couple of fouls on both ends. One of them was caused by Toga accidentally scratching one of the other team’s players and then getting elbowed in the ribs as retaliation which got them placed on the bench.

Hitoshi sits right behind the barrier, keeping his eyes fixed on you and cheering his lungs out.

“Dammit, Insomniac. You’ll blow out my hearing aids,” Katsuki grumbles next to him, adjusting the devices in his ears to a suitable level.

“Sorry, I’m cheering for my girlfriend.Go, babe, go!” he yells. While waiting for a pass, you lift your shirt and wipe your face, exposing your abs and a sliver of the bottom of your sports bra, “She’s so hot.”

“Ugh, simp,” Bakugou scoffs but blushes when Ochako waves at him from across the court.

“Go bestie go!” Mina cheers on the sidelines, waving her green pom-poms over her head, “Come on you guys, we’ve got to boost morale.”

The other cheerleaders nod determinedly. “Root for the Rabbits! Ra Ra Ra!” They cheered.

Point after point being scored by both teams, Coach Kan called a time out when there were only four minutes left, using their second to last timeout of the game.

“Alright, team, we’re gonna do a pick set. So Kendo, Toga, you two guard and Ochako and (Y/n) you two do what you do best.”

“Buckets?” Ochako grins.

“Buckets,” you nod.

“You think we’re gonna win?”

“An infamous angry blonde Pomeranian once told me, ‘Your team is one of the best in the prefecture. There’s no way you’d lose.’ I think we’ll do well.”

“Yeah. Bakugou’s right.”

“How’d you know it was him that said it?”

“Because he told me the same thing last week. Also, he’s been yelling at us to do better, and I quote: ‘Beat those stupid Stingers’ asses,’ half the game.”

Snickering at her response, you notice her swoon slightly. “Focus ‘chako. Win the game then you swoon over your crush.”

Blushing at your remark, she gently slapped her cheeks to snap herself out of it before nodding. “Right!”

As the whistle blew, signaling the end of the time out. 

Jirou stood on the outside with the ball in hand before throwing it to you. It narrowed down to less than thirty seconds when Shiketsu were tied with Yuuei, which they called their final timeout.

5.7 seconds left on the clock, with the Yuuei Rabbits down by one point. There’s time to get a good look. No need to get greedy. Dodging her defender, she attempted to move to the far edge of the three-point line. You pivoted around and took a hard dribble towards the corner. Your defender was two steps behind, and the help defender was only 1 step behind but had a size advantage. You just needed a little bit of space. Darting towards your team’s bench, you saw the chance you needed. Taking the opportunity, you made your shot at the basket.

The buzzer sounded as the ball was in mid-air… It bounced off the back of the iron, then the front, before rolling around for what felt like a full minute and a half. Your body stilled with anticipation before the ball finally rolled through the net. The crowd roared as you made your victory lap. You laugh as Ochako, Toga, Kendo, and the rest of your team practically dogpile you. By the time you fully grasped that the ball actually went in, you felt several hands smack your back and some in your hair.

“You did it!” Ochako hugs you.

“No, Ochako. We did it!” You grin, hugging the girls close, “We won!”

You laughed as your teammates congratulated you, many of them hugging and jumping on you. Looking up, you saw blue and white confetti fall down onto the court as you heard a voice laugh in your ear. In all of the commotion, the student body of the stadium broke past the barrier and rushed the court in celebration.

“You did it, babe! You won!” Hitoshi yells loud enough for you to hear. You swoon at the wide smile before your eyes widen when you look down at him. His large hands lovingly squish your cheeks together, pulling you into a kiss, and the crowd cheered even louder.

“You are notsupposed to be down here.” You laugh and kiss him again.

“Whoops, got carried away. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, baby,” you giggle as the commissioner comes down onto the court with a man wheeling the trophy on a cart.

“Ladies, gentlemen and people in and outside of Tanaka Stadium, it is my honor to present to you, your 20XX Women’s College Basketball Champions, the Yuuei Rabbits!”

The crowd cheered again as Coach Kan came out and lifted the trophy with both hands and a grin on his face. 

Hitoshi hugged your waist from behind, smiling as yours never left your face. You poked him and nodded your head as you saw Katsuki kissing Ochako. Good for them.

After changing and celebrating again, Mina decided to set up an after-party to celebrate the win. Something “small” for you and your team and a few friends.

“There she is!” When you walk into the apartment with Hitoshi, Mina cheers, “Our MVP!”

She hugs you and pushes her phone in your face, “So,what’s it like being the best?”

You playfully put your hand in front of the camera, “Exhausting.”

“But you’re a winner! Come on girl, be a littleexcited.”

“I’m just tired.”

“You won’t be tired after we get some booze in you!”

“Can’t drink, I’m still 19. But you twenty year olds get wasted, I’ll have my own fun.”

“Come on, no one has to know.”

“I’d rather not get caught in case the cops raid the place.”

Hitoshi leads you towards the empty loveseat in the corner.

“God I’m exhausted,” you sigh and rub your neck.

Hitoshi chuckles and sits beside you, draping his arm over your shoulders, “I’m sure you are. My all star.”

“Ugh, stop,” You snort, “So cheesy.”

“Nah, you like it.” He rubs your shoulder, and you lay your head on his own.

“Thanks, ‘toshi,” you sigh. “I really needed that.”

“You’re welcome.”

After about an hour of hanging with Mina, half the basketball and cheer squad, and Hitoshi, you rolled your eyes as Shindo made his way over towards you, Hitoshi, and his best friend, Denki, who he introduced you to.

“So then I told her, if he’s gonna be a dick while flirting, he’s gonna be a dick while dating,” Denki laughed before getting quiet as Shindo walked over.

“Denki?” Hitoshi calls out before turning around. “Oh. Ew.”

“Nerd,” Shindo huffs at Hitoshi before turning to you. “Nerd fucker.”

“Limp dick,” you snap back.

“The fuck did you say?!”

“You heard me. Unless getting beat up made you deaf. Here, I’ll say it again just in case. Limp. Dick.”

Denki snickered before reaching for his empty drink and whining loudly at you.

“Don’t worry I’ll get you a new one. Babe you want one?” you ask, standing up and asking Hitoshi.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Hey, I’m talking to you! Don’t walk away from me,” he growls, grabbing onto your arm.

Slapping him out of reflex, you glare at him as his gaze darkens. Raising his fist, Hitoshi steps in and grabs Shindo’s hand, gripping it as tight as he can.

“The hell are you doing, you fucking freak!”

A crowd slowly formed around the four of you as the music was lowered.

“Keep your hands offandawayfrom my girlfriend.” He punches Shindo in the jaw on the last word, stunning you, Denki, and everyonearound you.

“Holy shit,” Denki whispers.

“Beat his ass, insomniac!” Bakugo shouts in the crowd.

Hitoshi grabs your hand and leaves, rolling his eyes, and pushes his way through the crowd towards the front door. Making his way to his car, he hisses as you pull back on his hand. “Woah, woah, woah, we’re just gonna pretend that didn’t just happen?! You punched someone!”

Hitoshi cradles his hand, “I think I sprained my wrist.”

“We’re going back to my place, butwe’re talking about this. Can you even drive with your wrist like this?”

“It hurts a bit, but I should be able to.”

“Nope, I’m driving. Gimme your keys. I’d rather you not kill us before we graduate,” you hold your hand out for the keys.

Begrudgingly giving you his keys, Hitoshi climbed into the passenger seat. 

Starting the car and pulling out of the curb, you make your way back to the dorms, pulling into the parking lot.

After you open your door and let Hitoshi inside, you wordlessly go to your bathroom and pull out a first-aid kit. Sitting beside him on the bed, you carefully grabbed his injured hand as he looked between it and you. 

“Are you mad at me?”

“I’m just shocked. I can’t believe you! You punched him in the face, Hitoshi! Right in the jaw!”

“I don’t know what came over me. He’s always bothering you and making you feel bad and lying about you. Always causing some sort of trouble on your name, roping Tatami and her little group into it. I got tired of it. Tired of him,” Hitoshi rambles before looking down at his bandaged hand.

Placing your hand on top of his, you shut his ramblings by slotting your lips against his. “Babe, shut up,” you mumble. “That was fucking hot.”

“What?”

“Punching Shindo in the face was fucking sexy as hell. You were so, badass.”

“Really?”

“Really. Kiss me again.”

Hitoshi chuckled softly, pulling you in for another kiss. His hand moving down towards your thigh.

“Toshi?”

“Shh. This is about you. You beat those Shiketsu Stingers. I wanna treat you tonight.”

“Hitoshi, what are you saying?”
“I wanna go all the way with you.”

Staring at him, you gasp at his words as his hand gently rubs up and down your thigh.

“You wanna fuck me, Hitoshi?” you tease.

“Yeah,” he blushes.

Hitoshi looks away for a sec before slightly shaking his head and kissing you again. “Did so well in the game today. Babygirl made the game winning shot. I’m so proud of you,” he murmurs, lips moving from yours down your jaw towards your neck as his hands run up your sides, slipping under your shirt.

“You’re proud of me?” you shudder.

“Really proud of you, baby. Looked so sexy on the court.”

Grinning as your breath hitches, he sucks against your pulse point.

Pulling away, he helps you take your shirt and bra off, once again mesmerized by your chest.

“So beautiful,” he mumbles.

“Don’t pass out this time,” you snicker.

“Oh, I won’t.”

His lips brushed over your neck once again, slightly teasing you. He started to suck on your skin, wanting to leave a mark and prove to the world that you’re his. He pulled back and admired your skin’s blooming cherry red color as he began to leave a trail of his kisses across your neck and chest. 

“Fuck, ‘toshi,” you whine.

“So gorgeous,” he mumbles, kissing the flesh of one breast as his finger’s toyed with the nipple of the other.

“Fuck, where’d you learn to, shit, do that?”
“Internet.”

After a while of him paying attention to your chest, he pulled away, gently kissing your lips. “Can I…eat you out?” He mumbles.

“Yeah,okay,” you pant, watching him kiss down your stomach to your belly button and to the elastic of your sweatpants. With your help, he pulls them off you and takes a second to stare at you.

“Fuck, I loveyour body,” he touches your thighs, “You’re so sexy.”

You flush at the compliment, hiding your face behind your hands, “Stoooop.”

“Why should I when my girlfriend is fucking stunning. Beautiful long legs, pretty face, amazing personality. We’d be here all night listening to me compliment everything I love about you,” Hitoshi smiles, laying on his stomach between your legs.

“You’re so corny,” you laugh, scratching his scalp.

He lifts your thighs and pulls your panties off, throwing them somewhere in the room. His hot breath ghosts your folds before licking a stripe up and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

You moan loudly, twisting your hand into the sheet as you try to control your breaths and the other in his hair.

Hitoshi hums between your legs, the vibrations making you shudder. Using his thumbs to spread open your lips, he dips his tongue inside, tasting you.

“Fuck! Toshi. Baby, don’t stop.”

He’s enjoying this as much as you are if his grinding against the bed was anything to base your thoughts on. His tongue slips upward, teasing your clit before wrapping his lips around it. Shinsou tentatively rolled it around in his mouth, a low moan slipping from his throat.

“So sexy,” he murmurs, pushing a finger inside.

Gasping at the feeling, you throw your head back into the pillow, moaning louder and bucking your hips faster against his face.

“Fuck,daddy. I’m gonna cum.”

Daddy? He didn’t have a Daddy kink but hearing her call him that ignited something in him. Satisfied with your reaction, he pushes another finger in and curls them upwards. As he sucks and his fingers move faster, your breath catches in your throat. Your heels dig into his back, and your toes curl, every nerve below the waist on fire. Whatever he’s been researching is doing wonders right now.

You arch your back off the bed and pull his hair when you cum, grinding your hips faster into his face. He helps you ride out your climax, slowing down his movements but not stopping. You squirm and push at his head when it gets too much, asking him to stop.

“Toshi, shit, baby, wait. ‘S too much,” you shudder.

Pulling away, he wipes his lips with the back of his hand before licking it clean.

“Internet?”
Nodding with a grin, he pushes himself up onto his knees. You use your toe to poke his stomach, “Want me to return the favor?”

“I’d probably explode if you breatheon it.”

“I really got you wound up huh?”

“You’re fucking gorgeous and you love me, so yeah. You definitely do.”

“Of course I do. You’re awesome!” You hold your hands out for him. He lays on top of you so you can kiss him, clinging onto his back.

“Take this off,” you tug his shirt over his head, “You’re so pale,” you laugh while touching his chest.

“Sorry I don’t tan,” he grumbles and awkwardly pulls his jeans and boxers off.

“Are you sure about this?” You ask while he positions himself between your legs.

“Yeah, I am. I love you, and I want to be with you.”

“I love you too.”

Softly gripping himself, he lines himself up and taps on your clit a couple of times before slowly pushing in, allowing himself to get used to the feeling of your walls and for you to get used to the stretch.

“Tell me when to move, baby,“ he shudders, internally groaning as your velvety walls massage his member.

Pulling him in, you kiss him gently as a response. “Go ahead Daddy.”

Hitoshi groans at the name and starts thrusting as he holds your hands in his.

“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles, trying to figure out a good pace. “You feel so good. So tight and warm.”

Hitoshi placed his forehead on yours as he kept thrusting. “Shit, baby, I’m gonna cum,” he whispers, “Where—“

“Inside,” you whisper back, locking your legs behind his lower back.

With a choked gasp, he cums inside of you. His whole body was shivering like he’d been shocked.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I tried to last longer.” He mumbles.

“It’s fine,” you giggle quietly, “It’s normal.”

He still whines from embarrassment while you rub his back soothingly, “Maybe I should be on top.”

“Sure,” he nods and slowly pulls out of you, blushing at the big glob of his cum seeping out of you.

“Oh shit, you’re still hard,” you gasp, “Lay down, up here,” you pat the spot next to you.

He maneuvers himself up the bed next to you, laying down flat.

“Get ready for the rideof your life,” you grin cheekily and straddle him, “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”

He watches you position yourself over his cock and slowly sink down, mouth dropping the more you suck him in.

His stomach flexes when he bottoms out, and you’re fully seated on his lap, “I-I’m gonna cum again.”

“Already,” you laugh, petting over his chest, “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“I can hold it.” He breathes.

You hum and support yourself on his shoulders and start bouncing. Hitoshi fists the sheets below him, moaning loudly.

“Easy, pretty boy. Fuck, I’m almost there. Just a little longer, I promise,” you whimper. 

About five minutes after, Hitoshi grunts and starts fucking into you as you bounce, causing you both to see stars. “Fuck, I’m cumming baby!”

“Me too, Daddy. Fuck!” you cry as you both hit the peaks of your highs. 

“That…that was amazing,” you laugh breathily. “I love you.”

“I love you too, all-star.”

Vigil

A/n: Another collab with my tumblr bestie @endeavours-jockstrap.

Tags:pro hero AU, rivals with benefits, bdsm

CW: male masturbation,sexual fantasies,Dom/Sub dynamics,bondage,face slapping,pussy spanking,hate sex(kind of),cunnilingus,vaginal fingering,,orgasm denial,edging,overstimulation,aftercare,pet names(bunny),choking,aftercare

WC: 8.9k

Taglist:@shibuyawardnetwork@hanayanetwork@planetonet@http-404-error-unknown

Shinsou wants to either die or sleep. Whichever comes first.

He trudges into his apartment just at the break of Dawn after the longestnight patrol ever—seriously, fuck this shit.

He drops his duffel bag, takes off his shirt, and collapses onto the couch for those preciousthree hours a night of sleep.

It feels like he only just fell asleep when he hears his phone beep. He feels his fucking eyeballs clench when he fishes the phone out of his pocket and squints at the name.

“Fuck” he answers it, “Hello?”

‘Briefing in thirty minutes,’ Aizawa says plainly, then hangs up.

Shinsou has a mini tantrum and flails so hard that he falls onto the hardwood floor. But he has to get up eventually and go to this stupid meeting.

“Morning Shinsou,” a sidekick greets

“Don’tperceive me,” Shinsou growls, gripping his patent black and purple MindJack™️ thermos so hard he’s sure it’s cracked.

He marches right up to the elevator, punches the top floor button a fewtimes out of frustration, and chugs his black coffee.

The briefing has already started, so he just slinks into the seat next to some random young hero and watches the slideshow.

“What’d I miss?” He whispers to the guy

“Just something quick, some villains and vigilantes we’ve got to keep an eye out for.”

Shinsou nods half listening and already falling asleep with his head in his hand.

Aizawa presses the remote again, and the following figure comes into view. Some cute chick with long braids and a mildly annoyed expression standing on top of a big building with a silver baseball bat.

‘She’s cute. I’d hit that,’ Shinsou thinks.

He doesn’t realize everyone is looking at him weird

“What did you just say?” Aizawa cocks a brow

Wait, did he say that out loud?

The guy next to him is trying so hard to hold in his laugh

“Uhhhh, I thought we were playing smash or pass,” Shinsou laughs nervously

Aizawa just shakes his head and mutters a quiet ‘idiot’before turning back to the presentation

Shinsou buries his face in his hands, “I’m so tired.”

The guy next to him leans over, “Not gonna lie, I’d hit that too.”

“Please leave me alone.”

Aizawa keeps him behind after the briefing, slapping the folder on the table.

“So….smash or pass?”

Shinsou resists flipping him off, “Look, I’m exhausted because someonedidn’t let me sleep after an all-nighter.”

“That’scrazy, anyway, since you’re so keen on hittingher, you’re assigned to bring her in. She usually operates downtown. Good luck”

“What’s her quirk?” Shinsou asks while looking through the folder.

“We’re not sure yet. But she’s skilled in hand to hand so be careful.”

“How hard could it be?”

And now here he is, sitting on top of some cafe with a warm coffee in his hand and his voice modulation mask around his neck.

“Fuck I need a nap,” he groans before sipping the coffee, “Needs more sugar.” He says, even though there’re already ten packets in there.

It’s a slow Saturday. He’s watching people down below go about their day. He’s even caught a few walks of shame.

“Must be fucking nice,” he mumbles when he sees one girl holding up her sparkly dress with one arm and her shoes under the other. She had a goodnight.

He hasn’t been laid in over a year,and it’s starting to get to him.

Stupid hero work.

The sound of police sirens tore him away from his coffee as police cars raced towards a bank maybe two blocks from him. Yet, nobody besides him noticed a figure jumping from rooftop to rooftop away from the scene.

Using his capture weapon, he swung from his spot above the cafe after the hooded figure. Landing on the rooftop they just leaped on, Hitoshi shot his capture weapon at the thief. “Stop!” he growls, wishing to get this over with so he could go get some sleep.

Staring at the villain, he noticed them wave their hands as the weapon missed them completely and fell to the floor, not responding to Hitoshi’s movements. What the hell?!

“Sothis is the hero supposed to catch me? Guess robbing a bank does draw attention.”

“Save it for jail, Villain.”

“How can you catch me without any handcuffs or a weapon, ‘hero’?”

Turning around, you grin wickedly as Hitoshi recognizes you from the debriefing.

“Catch you around,” you snicker before jumping off the roof.

“Wait!” he shouts, running after you, and looking at the alleyway, only to see no trace of you. 

“What the fuck?” Shinsou groans. There’s no way you disappeared into fucking thin air. Maybe that’s your quirk?

He picks up his scarf and examines it. Why didn’t it work on you before? It was as if it just…gave up.”

He scratches his neck and realizes his mask is still around it. So he forgot to use his quirk…..

“I just want to fucking sleep!” He yells into the air before stomping away to finish his patrol.

*

The following Monday, he’s on evening patrol with the same over-sweetened coffee order. Monday nights are usually quieter, with people resting up for work the next day. Well, they would be calmer if he didn’t have a partneras loud as a foghorn.

“I’m so frickin’ excited to  be in this part of town!” Tetsu beams, knocking his knuckles together, “Usually I’m stuck with Red but wow I can’t believe I’m with you. You’re so cool, bro. And the view up here is awesome!”

“Mhm. Thanks. Let’s just be a little quieter. I kinda got a headache.”

“Oh yeah, right. No problem!” 

It lasts all of two minutes before Tetsutetsu starts rambling on about something that makes Shinsou’s eye twitch. He could just use his quirk, but that would be a dick move, so he endures. Scanning the streets below, he notices a hooded figure walking away from a jewelry store. The items in their open duffel bag shimmered in the light before dashing as the alarms went off.

“Oooh, first catch of the night!” Tetsu grins, hardening his skin and jumping off the roof towards the figure that appeared on the roof, two buildings over. “Let’s go!”

“Be careful—fucking idiot,” Shinsou scoffs, running after him.

Shinsou unravels his scarf and launches the end at you, but just like the other day, it misses you completely and falls flat to the ground, refusing to move.

“What the hell?” He tugs it, but it doesn’t budge, “How are they doing that?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with your scarf, but we’ll stop them with good old-fashioned brute force!”

As Tetsu slammed into the concrete roof, you jumped onto the next building, tripping over your feet and nearly falling.

“Gotcha,” Tetsu smirks, getting ready to jump at you, skin silver and hardened. You hold your hand out, and he freezes mid-air.

“Wha—what’s going on?” He stammers as he flails helplessly. “Mindjack?!”

Shinsou watches from afar as you flick your wrist, and Tetsu is tossed at him. He manages to jump out of the way before he gets crushed. Staring at Tetsu and your outstretched hand, his eyes are wide as saucers as Tetsutetsu gets up and starts swinging at him. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know?!” Tetsu yells back, still swinging, “I can’t move my body, it’s like….I’m not in charge of it.”

You wave two fingers, and he kicks at Shinsou, managing to just nudge his ribs.

Shinsou thinks through the options of what your quirk could be and how he could stop it. You didn’t do it to him, so what makes Tetsu so unique? He glances at your moving hands, then at Tetsu, who’s still bright silver. Maybe—

“I’m sorry for this Real Steel.”

“Sorry for w—” his eyes go white.

“Turn off your quirk.”

Tetsutetsu goes back to his regular lightly tanned self. As Shinsou expected, he falls to the floor, no longer being controlled.

“Dammit,” you whisper. 

“I’ve figured you out!” Shinsou yells at you. “Not so tough now!”

Rolling your eyes beneath your mask, you flip him off before running towards the other rooftops and jumping into an alley. Shinsou chases after you, but when he looks down, you’re already gone.

“Fuck!”He tugs his hair in frustration. “How the hell does she keep doing that?!”

He goes back to a dazed Tetsutetsu, “Hey, you okay?”

“I think so, your quirk is super weird bro. It’s like everything—”

“Goes purple and white, yeah I know. Whatever. Can we get back to patrol so I can just get some sleep?!”

“You don’t have to yell at me,” Tetsu mutters.

“Listen, I haven’t slept in three days, three!And now Aizawa won’t let me until I catch fucking metal woman over here who, apparently, is some fucking Houdini and just disappears into thin air,” he presses the communicator in his ear, “Eraserhead? Her quirk is metal control. There, now it’s registered. Can I go sleep now?”

‘Roger that,’ Aizawa’s voice sounds in his ear, ‘I’m assuming you caught her then?’

Shinsou punches the air a few times, “Negative. She got away.”

‘You know what that means then’ The static stops crackling, indicating Aizawa was offline.

“I’m going to kill him. I’m seriously going to kill him.” Shinsou groans and picks up his scarf, “Let’s go.”

“Roger that!” Tetsu springs up, already feeling better.

“Where do you and Red get all this fucking energy?” 

“Cause life is the best booster shot.”

“……..ok.”

*

“Good morning, MindJack!” A sidekick greets Shinsou when he enters the agency, “You look…….how are you?”

“Exhausted,” he grits out, stepping into the elevator and punching the top floor button.

When it opens, Aizawa is already waiting for him in the hallway.

“Morning,” he nods.

Shinsou just walks past him.

“Someone had a long night.”

“Oh?Oh! ‘Long night’, he says, the same person who’s been making me bust my ass for the past week. I’m living off 3 hours of sleep, sugar, and cheap coffee.”

“You get used to it, kid.”

“Don’t fucking call me kid, I’m a grown-ass twenty-two-year-old man.”

“Who still sleeps in cat boxers and Mr. Snoozy the bear.”

“Fuck you da—Eraserhead. He doesn’t sleep on my bed anymore.”

“Uh-huh. Anyway, got a new side mission for you.”

“Finally!What is it?”

Aizawa holds up a yellow folder, “Undercover at Lilac Gardens. Some villains have been spotted going in there a few times so I want youto investigate tonight.”

“Lilac Gardens huh? Sounds cute. I’ll check it out.”

After a long day of paperwork, Shinsou gets ready to go to the Lilac Garden on the other side of town. He tries his best to look inconspicuous in his leather jacket,black band t-shirt, dark ripped jeans,and a black beanie to hide his bright hair.

The outside is dark, with the name in purple neon lights on the front. He pushes the door open and immediately regrets it.

“Fuckme,” he sighs wearily and walks in. The name doesnotmatch the interior. It’s seedyas hell and crawlingwith villains. Maybe he should’ve brought backup.

He walks up to the bar, tugging his black mask down.

“Whaddya want?” The bartender asks, putting her hand on her hip.

That voice. It can’t be. Looking up at the bartender, he hid the shock behind his eyes as he looked at the woman he’d been hunting for the past week.

“Dude, I don’t have all night,” you tell him, “Order or get the fuck out.”

He squints and scans the options on the shelves behind you, “Rum and coke. Aren’t you supposed to check I.D before serving customers?”

“Ew, you a cop or something? ”

The clamoring of the bar stops to a standstill as they await his response, your piercing glare the only thing in front of him.

“Nope. Just….new to this side of town.” 

Much to his relief, the regular ambiance returns.

“… right. Rum and coke.”

He exhales when you turn around and start making the drink, waving your fingers to float the spoons and tumblers.

“Neat trick,” He comments, “What’s your quirk?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” you put the drink in front of him, “Not a good idea here.”

“Seems like I should be, considering I’m arresting you after your shift,” he whispers low enough for you to hear.

You squint, looking him over, “Ah fuck, you found me. Try anything funny and everyone in here will skin you alive.”

Shinsou takes the drink and sniffs it, “You’re not slick, what’s in here?”

You shrug, “Don’t worry, it won’t kill you.”

He puts the drink aside. “I don’t trust you. Did you poison it?”

“Maybe. Now, you can stay here and do whatever it is you’re supposed to do or get out.”

“As long as I catch you, I finish two missions at the same time and I finally get to sleep.”

“Damn they’re putting you through the wringer, huh? You look dead. Tragic.”

He rolls his eyes, “Can I have anactualdrink?”

“I don’t serve narcs. You want a drink, the toilets are filled with piss by now, enjoy.”

“God, you’re a bitch.”

“You flatter me,” you faux swoon, “I did some research on you, y’know? Pro Hero MindJack.Lame ass name by the way.”

“So you know I could make you walk out of here handcuffed with no resistance?”

“Why haven’t you?”

That’s a good question. Why hasn’t he used his quirk on the girl before him? Maybe he wanted to chase her and arrest her the ‘old-fashioned way’, or perhaps it was something else.

“Also, can’t use metal, dumbass.” You wiggle your finger at a spoon on the counter, and it twists into a curled ball, “That scarf of yours has some kind of alloy in it. Imagine my fucking surprise when I found that out.”

“So….. you had no idea that would work and just went for it?”

You shrug and move from behind the counter to pack up some glasses from the tables, then come back.

“So how long have you been doing this?”

“Bartending? About three years now.” You say while loading the dishwasher.

“And petty crimes?”

“A year. Bartending wasn’t cutting it.”

“Is it interesting? Any stories to tell?”

“Like I warned you earlier, quit asking questions. It won’t end well.”

“I’m trying to fit in.”

“Ugh,” you put a pint glass down and spray something pale yellow and fizzy from the nozzle into it, “Here, drink this and shut up.”

“What is it?”

“Ginger Ale.”

Hitoshi sniffs, then sips, wincing at the tang from the bubbles, “Wow, tastes like medicine.”

“Ginger ale is used as ‘medicine’ in some cultures. Great for sore throats which I’m sure you have considering your quirk and all.”

Looking at the glass, Hitoshi raised his hand to grab it and tilted his head back, sleeve falling towards his elbow, revealing a sea and a venomous cobra inked onto his left arm and the words ‘don’t talk to me’ on his neck in big black letters.

You reach out and lightly poke his bobbing Adam’s apple. He snorts and chokes, drawing a few stares from some patrons.

“What was that for?!” He hisses, wiping his nose with his jacket sleeve.

“No reason, just felt like it,” you laugh. “Worth it though considering you’re planning on arrestingme.”

Oh right…. That’s still supposed to happen.

Rolling his eyes, he gives you a sliver of a smile when he hears your laugh. Fuck, that’s adorable. Adorable? She’s a villain. You can’t fall in love with a villain. Right?

“Anyway MindFuck, my shift is almost over. So you wanna catch me outside or cause a scene here and risk it all?”

He glances around at the numerous villains whose faces he’d always seen in folders and on screens.

“Outside works,” he settles.

“Good choice.”

A little while later, another girl comes in to relieve you of your duties. You take off your apron and hand it to her before stepping out from behind the bar. 

“Alright, the safest place for you to work is the roof so—“ you point to the ceiling and quickly disappear into the back room.

Hitoshi drops a couple of bills on the counter and rushes outside, looking up at the roof.

“Better hurry up, MindFuck!” You yell down at him.

“It’s MindJack!” He yells back.

“Probably shouldn’t be saying it out loud like that in front of the bar, stupid.” Your face backs out of view.

“Dammit.” He unravels the scarf around his neck and shoots it towards a nearby lampost, the end wrapping itself around the hanger. Landing on it, he jumps towards the roof and lands on his feet like a cat. 

“Flashy,” you scoff, crossing your arms.

“Are you going to come quietly?”

“Kind of impossible. Don’t you think so?”

He registers the joke and blushes, “I hate you.”

“Damn, my feelings,” You fake hurt and put your hands over your heart, “Anyway, to make it easy for you, I won’t fuck with your scarf. Can’t guarantee you’ll beat me though.”

“Hmph. We’ll see. So any more rules?” He asks, thinking he could use his quirk on you, “Before you try to run can I ask you something?”

You stay quiet.

“No response? You were so chattyearlier.

You shrug.

“Yup, you’re the worst.”

You turn on your heel and stand on the edge of the roof. Shinsou steps forward, waiting for your next move.

Turning around, you wink at him before jumping off the ledge and rolling onto the next roof of the building next door. “Catch me if you can MindFreak.”

“Oh,nowyou talk!” He chases after you.

Grinning wickedly, you keep running, occasionally bending metal out of your way and moving a pipe just before Hitoshi manages to get where you once were.

“How the fuck are you so fast?!” He pants, launching his weapon and instead snagging a piece of pipe you toss at him, “This is destruction of public property y’know?!”

“Not my problem, troll doll!”

Stopping for a moment, Hitoshi glared at your retreating figure before shooting his scarf at the closest thing near you to swing on. Troll doll?! Seriously! 

The cat and mouse game continues. You easily dodge his weapon as both of you run across the roofs.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Shinsou grunts, his lungs on fire. He sees his opening when you reach the end of your path and stare down at the busy street, the other ledge too far to jump to.

“Fuck, my back,” he wheezes quietly and catches his breath, “Okay, end of the line, sweetheart. Come with me, you’re under arrest. There’s nowhere to run.”

You scan through your options, then turn to stare at him and pout before shrugging and holding your hands up in surrender.

Shinsou hesitates. No way you’re giving up that easily, but he’s too tired to care right now. 

“I’m kinda sad it’s got to end like this,” you say, “I’ll see you around.”

“Wait….what?”

You wave your hand, and his scarf wraps around his arms and torso, pulling him to the ground.

“Oh come on!” He writhes on the floor, “Forgot about that.”

You walk up and look down at him, a smile on your face, “You a little tiedup?”

“Thought you said you won’t fuck with my scarf?”

“Ilied.” 

You clench your fist, and the scarf tightens around him, “That should hold you for a while. I’ll see ya around.” You walk away from him.

Shinsou wiggles some more, trying to get loose, “You can’t leave me here! Come back. I need to take you in.”

A loose end of his scarf hooks over his mouth, effectively silencing him. Your upside-down face comes into view, “You talk way too much, dude.”

He glares up at you, thick brows furrowed deeply.

“Anyway, this was fun. Maybe we can do this again sometime. Buuuutttt since you wasted my time—“  you squat and start rummaging through his jacket pockets, pulling out his wallet. You open it and scoff, “Really? Nothing? Fucking broke ass. Oooh, who’s this?” You look at the small photo of a tired-looking dark-haired man standing with Shinsou, “Cute, is he your dad? I’d totally bang him.”

He protests and tries to sit up, but you put your boot on his chest and continue tossing the contents onto the floor, only pocketing a few coins. Stealing his beanie, you wink as you step backward away from his tied-up figure.

You throw the wallet on the ground next to him, “Alright, bye MindFuck! See ya around.”

Shinsou tries to yell at you, but the gag around his mouth muffles it. You jump down out of view, and he hears your footsteps running off. He relaxes and stares up at the night sky, wishing he was dead.

Minutes later, he feels the scarf loosen snug for him to get free and stand up. He gathers up his wallet and stuffs it back in his pocket before pulling out his phone. A few taps later and he sees the blinking purple spot. It was a dumbmove to steal his beanie, considering he had a tracker in it in case something were to happen to him. But boy, is he grateful you did.

“Gotcha.” He smirks at the screen.

Groaning to himself, he takes out his earbuds, jumps off of the building towards the alley, and walks towards the street. Making his way towards the bus stop, a squeaky voice calls out to him. 

“Mommy! Look! It’s MindJack!”

“That’s right, it is.” The tired woman tells her child.

“Can I have your au-autagaph? I’m your biggestfan!”

Hitoshi smiles tiredly. “Sure kid. What’s your name?”

“Kaede.”

“Nice to meet you Kaede. What should I sign?”

Kaede jumps up and down before getting a crude crayon drawing he made of himself and Hitoshi from his little backpack. “Sign this, peez?”

Nodding, he takes out a pen from his utility belt and writes right underneath the purple drawing of him:

‘To Kaede,

My number one fan and future hero.

-MindJack’

Kaede smiles eagerly, hugging Hitoshi’s thigh before putting the drawing in his backpack.

“Tank you,” he giggles before running towards his mother, who nods and smiles at Hitoshi.

Hitoshi waves tiredly before stepping into the bus, putting his mask over the lower half of his face, and rides home.

After about twenty minutes, Hitoshi face plants onto his bed, groaning loudly out of exhaustion and stress.

This is all her fucking fault! I swear the next time I see her, I’m gonna—

An image of you on your knees, between his thighs with your eyes rolled back flashes in his mind. No. He shouldn’t, but he was so stressed out.

“I just need a shower, Yeah that’s it.” He begrudgingly gets out of bed and strips down to his boxers, tossing his clothes into the already full hamper.

Another image of smooth brown skin tied with black rope flashes behind his eyes.

“No! We’re not doing this!” He yells into the empty apartment.

He takes off his boxers and steps into the shower, letting the almost scalding water run over him.

Sighing gently as the hot water ran over him, he couldn’t stop thinking about you despite the self-declaration he had just made. Your laugh, the way your hands move while you’re using your quirk, your pretty face. Everything. 

Maybe the exhaustion is finally catching up to him because Hitoshi didn’t know when it started. Still, he slowly wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself to the thought of you on his bed, tied up in a harness made from his scarf at his mercy. The thoughts of you screaming his name mixed with moans and pleas of “faster! Harder!” flooded his senses as he stroked faster before eventually painting his charcoal black shower walls a murky white.

Okay, no big deal, he just jacked off to the thought of having sexwith a villain….

That’s normal, right?

He watches the white disappear down the drain and quickly finishes up the shower. He’s still plagued by the thoughts even after he crawls into bed and shuts his eyes to get ready for the few hours he’s going to sleep.

He thinks of how satisfyingit’ll be when he finally gets you and takes you into custody. He can almost see the smug look on your face disappear into mild annoyance or maybe fear? Would you struggle? God, he hopes you will just so he can tie you up some more.

“…….dammit!” He hisses and kicks the sheets off when he 

suddenly feels too warm. He lays on the bed spread-eagle and stares at the ceiling, forcefully willing himself to go to sleep to no avail.

“I hate her,” he mumbles as he shoves his hands down his boxers and grips himself, stroking it to full hardness, “I hate her.”

He shuts his eyes and thinks of you tied up in front of him, arms behind your back and legs open and bound in a frog tie.

‘You got me,’ fantasy you mocking him, unable to close her legs because of the intricate rope holding them open, ‘Whatcha gonna do now, MindFuck?”

Shinsou fists himself to the thought of fucking you in that same position, his scarf around your neck tight enough to keep you still but not too tight.

Are you a crier or screamer?

A creamer or a squirter?

Do you shake and shiver when you come and gasp his name?

He hopes it’s all of the above. He reallydoes. Not that he’d find out anyway.

The Shinsou in the fantasy pulls out and paints your skin with streaks of white just as he cums in real life, staining his boxers and hand. Maybe you’d let him finish inside to avoid this mess.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his body suddenly too heavy to do anything. He looks at his messy hand and cringes, “This is so fucking dumb.”

*

“Shinsou….Shinsou?Hitoshi!”

Shinsou snorts awake, lifting his head from the desk to look at Aizawa, “Huh?”

“Sleeping on the job? Thought I raised you better.”

Shinsou yawns loudly, “I’m fucking exhausted. You had me infiltrate a villain’s bar without telling me last night.”

“All part of the job kid, you didn’t submit any intel though. Why?”

“I didn’t…..get anything interesting. They drink, eat, and shoot the breeze. I’d wait a while before you try to sting it, I think they were on to me.”

Aizawa hums, “Alright, I’ll take your word for it. What about metal quirk girl? Any news?”

Shinsou swallows dryly, “……no. Nothing yet.”

“That’s too bad, all the best. Hizashi is making your fave tonight, kushikatsu. I’ll leave it in your apartment.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Shinsou smiles.

Aizawa pats his head before leaving the office. As soon as he’s gone, Shinsou pulls out his phone and opens the tracking app, watching the purple dot move around. He’s approximated where you live, but he’s not sure what to do yet. A sting or a solo mission?

He’s already made his decision.

You clutch your phone to your ear while you unlock your apartment door, listening to your sister ramble about her day.

‘—I’m still not allowed to use my quirk, though,” you hear her pout.

“Damn, that’s too bad. I bet it’s pretty powerful now,” you smile and shut the door behind you.

‘I can bend forks now!’

“That’s great, soon you’ll be just like me,”

You flick the light on and put your backpack down on the small table you eat at and start rummaging through the fridge.

“Yeah, I just got home from work so I’m about to eat. So I’ll call you later. Love you, byeeeee.” You pop open the Tupperware and plate the leftovers, putting them in the microwave.

As you wait, you make a realization. Where’s Whiskey? He always greets you when you come home and purrs as loud as a truck. The window isn’t open, so he couldn’t have snuck out.

Before you can turn, you feel your hands get tied behind your back, immobilizing your fingers and wrists. You’re yanked onto the floor, hitting your head on the hardwood.

“Jesus, fuck that hurt!” You groan, looking at the ceiling.

A head of purple hair comes into view, “Boo.”

You frown up at him, “How did you find me?”

“I have my ways,” he watches you struggle a bit in the scarf, “Don’t bother trying to control it. I switched to silk.”

“Ugh, dammit.” You roll onto your side, “Where’s my cat?”

“In your room with some catnip.”

“So what now? You take me in and I get locked up? Mission accomplished I guess.” You sigh.

“Mmmm, not exactly.” Shinsou yanks you to your feet, “I thought I’d do a little interrogation.”

He pulls you to the small couch and seats you down while he sits on the coffee table in front of you, knees spread, “So why do you do it?”

“What?”

“Robbery. Petty crimes.”

You chuckle, “Some of us have needs that a nine to five can’t fulfill.”

“But you still stay in this dingy ass apartment.”

“Hey, it’s not much but it’s myhome.”

Shinsou hums, clearly annoyed, “I can’t fucking stand you, y'know.”

“Feelings mutual, MindFuck. Just take me away already if that’s what you wanna do.”

Shinsou squints, “Tell me who you steal for.”

“I’m not—“ your mind goes blank; the only thing filling it is purple and white smoke.

“Mhm, tell me why you steal.”

“My sister is in school in America so I pay for her tuition with the stuff I steal,” you explain in a monotone voice.

“Where are your parents? Tell me.”

“Dead. Villain attack five years ago.”

Shinsou’s jaw tenses and he lets you go. You gasp loudly and double over, dry heaving, “Wha—what was th-that?”

“My quirk. Takes some time to get used to. It’s kinda jarring not being in control of your body,” Shinsou drawls, “So…your sister huh?”

He sees the worry on your face, “Don’t talk about her. She doesn’t know anything.”

“Mhm.” He thinks for a second, “I’m not arresting you.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope.”

“…..why?”

“I feel like….it wouldn’t be right. I know what it’s like to be alone, believe me. I’m not taking you in.”

You give him a once over, “There’s a catch, isn’t there?”

He shrugs, “No catch. Like I said I’mnot the one who’s gonna arrest you but I’ve been assigned to you so as long as I’m on your ass, no one will come looking for you.”

You relax a little, “I see. Okay, whatever. Is that all?”

Shinsou smirks, “Nope. You fucked up my sleep schedule for a week and a half, I deservecompensation.”

“Youare broke. I could give you a quarter of what I get from my heists if it’s money you want.”

Looking down at you, tied up and struggling in his scarf, spurred him to move closer. “Mmm, not exactly.”

“So what do you want from me?”

“One, for you to take three days a week off so I can finally fucking sleep. And two, payment for the sleep you stole from me.”

“But you don’t want money….”

“There are other ways to pay, sweetheart.”

“H—No.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna suggest.”

“I’ve dealt with enough skeezy people to know what you mean. I’m notfucking you. I’d rather go to jail.”

“First off, I’m not that bad. Second of all, it’s either this or I leave and call another hero to take you away. What about your sister and poor little Whiskey?”

“Shut up…”

“Whiskey would probably get thrown into the streets and your sister would get tossed out of school. What would happen to them then?”

“Isaid shut up!”

“Look, I can make it enjoyablefor both of us. Blow off some steam. Whaddya say?” He holds his hand out.

“Really?” You stare at it.

“I’m not untying you until you say yes. And don’t try anything cause I have a friendwho’ll be alerted if anything happens to me.”

“Ugh, you and your limp dick can go fuck off.”

“Wrong answer.”

“…fine.”

“What was that?”

“I said okay.”

“Good girl.”

Feeling your brain reboot for a second, you stare at him as he starts to untie you.

“W-What did you call me?”

“I said you’re a good girl.” Seems like she has a praise kink. Noted.

Reaching into his backpack, he pulls out a small paper packet and another separate sheet, “Alright, let’s go over some things. Basic Dom/Sub etiquette.”

“I’m not a bottom.”

“You are with me. Like I said, basic etiquette. Hard limits, safe words, all the normal stuff.”

You take the paper and go over the list with a small box next to each item, “There are a bunchof options.”

“Always need to be thorough.”

You go over a few times, “I mean….all this is fine just don’t….piss or shit on me. And no blood.”

“Cool. So sign the bottom there and we have a deal.”

You hold your hand out, and a pen flies into it. You sign your name and hand it back to him, “There, I signed your dumb contract. Now leave.”

Placing the papers back in his bag, he shakes his head and smirks at you. “Not yet. You owe me. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Hitoshi got up, making his way towards your bedroom to pick up Whiskey, move him out of the room, and clean up the bed.

When he left the living room, you got up and stuck your tongue at the corner he passed. Stupid hero. Who the hell does he think he is?! 

You pick up Whiskey, your brown and white shorthair who wobbled in a few minutes after Hitoshi left,  from the ground, the poor kitty on a catnip high, “Ugh, my poor baby. You’re conked out. Did the mean man get you high?”

Scratching underneath his neck. You kiss his forehead before putting him down on the counter for him to ride out his high.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay on the couch?” Hitoshi growls into your ear.

“Holy fucking shit! When did you get here?” you shout.

“Language, bunny.”

“Bunny?”

“You’re always running around, and your ears twitch like a bunny’s when you’re annoyed. So yeah, you’re my little bunny.”

Rolling your eyes, you turn around as he cages you between him and the counter.

“Don’t give me attitude, Bunny.”

“Or what?”

Hitoshi pulls you into a soft yet passionate kiss, cut short by you slapping him and pushing him away. Chuckling quietly, he touches his cheek, lilac hues glaring at you. Before you could blink, his hand was wrapped around your throat, his thumb and index finger pressing above your pulse point. “Try that shit again, bunny, and this won’t end well for you.”

Breath hitching at the motion, your eyes roll back at the unexpected pressure on your neck, a very dull heat forming between your thighs.

“Oh,does my bunny like this?” He taunts.

You wheeze when his grip tightens. Your hand grips his sturdy wrist, but it doesn’t budge.

“You do, considering you’re squirming. It’s cute. Keep doing it,” Hitoshi orders.

You want to stop just to spite him, but the arched eyebrow and the piercing gaze he gives you stop you from doing otherwise.

“When I tell you something, you do it, understand?”

Nodding frantically, you gasp as Hitoshi scoffs and slaps you.

“Hey!” You protest, cheek stinging.

“Use your words, bunny.”

“Asshole,” you huff.

Increasing the grip on your neck, he glared at you as your eyes crossed a bit. “Look at 

you, gettin’ off on this. Try again, bunny. What do you say?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Good bunny. Now follow me. I’m not done with you yet.”

You’re jerked back when he lets your neck go. What the fuckwas that?

“I won’t ask again, Bunny.”

Staring at him, you try to catch your breath before yelping as his scarf shoots at you and wraps itself around you before Hitoshi drags you along the floor towards your bedroom.

“Goddamn, you’re such a fucking brat. You’re lucky I like brats.”

“Hooray for me,” you mumble, words dripping in sarcasm.

“Keep using that sharp tongue of yours, and I’ll gag you, ya little shit.”

After he turned around, you stuck your tongue out at him. Furby head ass bitch…

Plopping you on the bed, you stared at him cross-armed as he smirked at you. “Quit lookin’ at me like that!”

Hitoshi grinned. “You never said quirk usage was a no for you.”

You stay quiet, still glaring at him.

“We had a deal.”

“Ugh, fine. Just—“ your eyes white out.

“Strip,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” you drone.

Stripping off your shirt and leggings, you stand before him in a violet lace bra and black lace underwear.

“Heh. Cute. I didn’t say stop. Keep going.”

Palming himself over his pants as he watches you unclip your bra from the back, slide it down your arms, and drop it onto the floor. Shimmying your underwear down your cocoa skinned thighs, you stand before him, waiting for his next order.

“Other way, bunny,” he says, twirling his finger around, stopping his movements. “Hand me a rope from my bag.”

Reaching into the bag, you pick out a yellow rope, and you mindlessly hand it to him as he examines it. “Nice color choice. Now stay still. Hands behind your back.”

You turn around and stay as still as a statue following his command. He ties the rope into a box tie, wrapping it around your forearms, shoulders, wrists, and breasts, squeezing them and smirking as you let out a shudder. 

“Sit on the bed. On your knees, bunny,” Hitoshi smirks. “Don’t hurt yourself, though.”

Carefully lowering yourself, you sit on your knees as Hitoshi puts your legs in a frog tie.

“Good bunny, you look so good like this. You should see yourself.”

You gasp and regain control of your body, feeling the tug of the rope on your skin.

“What the fuck? What is this?” You try to move your hands, but they’re secure behind you, “Why am I not surprised you’re into this kind of shit?”

“Such a foul mouth, my feisty little bunny.”  He coos, reaching out to squeeze your cheeks together in a pout, “What are your safewords?”

“Huh?”

He lets your face go, “Safewords. What do you say if you want me to stop or slow down?”

You stare blankly at him, “I don’t have any. Never needed them before.”

“Do you know what the traffic light system is?”

“Kind of.”

“Red means stop everything. Yellow means slow down or wait, and green means keep going. Got it?”

“I guess. It seems easy enough to remember.”

“So, what’s your color now?”

“Uh, green?”

“Green, what?”

“Green,sir.”
“Good bunny.”

He pulls you in for another kiss, softly gripping your face, smiling when you kiss back tentatively. 

Placing a hand on your neck, he cups the side of your face while letting the other trail down your body, resting on your thigh. Flinching gently when he feels your teeth nip his tongue that he tries to force into your mouth, he pulls away as you look up at him with a smirk.

“Brat,” he growls, popping you in the face with one hand and slapping your folds with the other. “Behave, bunny.”

“Ngh,” you groan when his hand harshly slaps your pussy, the sting making you jolt on the bed.

“Feels good?” He teases, smacking you again until you’re squirming.

“No!”

“Then why’re you getting wet?” He presses two fingers to your hole and feels the slick there.

“I…” you whine as his thumb toys with your clit while pressing his fingers against your opening.

“Answer the question, bunny~.”

You laugh breathily, “That’s how pussies work, dumbass. What, you a fucking virginor you’ve never gotten a girl wet before?”

Your mocking laugh is cut off when he smacks you across the face again, hard enough for your cheek to burn.

“Ow! Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir,” you whimper.

“Good, you’re learning. What’s your color?”

“….green.”

“You need to be sure.”

“Green, fucking hell!” You snap at him, “Just get it over with already.”

“You’re not enjoying yourself?”

You look away briefly, face warm, “I am. Can you just…..tie my hair back? It’s getting annoying.”

Hitoshi nods, cutting a spare piece of rope and using it as a makeshift hair tie for your braids.”Better, bunny?”

“Yes, thank you, sir.”

“Good girl,” he praises, “But you still need to be punished for that mouth of yours andfor the ten days of sleep you stole from me.”

“What?! No that wasn’t my fault!”
“Yes, it was. I was assigned to you, and now you’re part of my caseload so, yes, it is.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Removing his shirt, capture weapon, and undershirt, he chuckled as you gaped at his chiseled body covered in the most randomtattoos.

“Take a photo. It’ll last longer,” Hitoshi snickers, booping your nose, watching it twitch from the sensation. “You really area bunny.”

Looking away as your face grew much hotter, you tried focusing on something else in the room, only for him to tilt your head up, forcing your gaze back on him. “Eyes on me, little bunny.”

Nodding at his instructions, his eyes softened momentarily before removing his black cargo pants, revealing jet black boxers with gray cats on them.

“Cat boxers? Really?” you snicker as he grumbles.

“Oh,shutup,” he snaps.

You bite your lip to stifle your laughter, “Sorry, sir.”

“It’s alright. Now,” he huffs, adjusting himself to sit you at the head of the bed while he maneuvered, lying flat on your sheets on his stomach. “Be a good bunny, and pay me what you owe.”

Squirming against the binds which held you, you felt your skin flush against as Hitoshi’s face got close to your folds. Playfully blowing on your clit, he chuckles as you jolt slightly. His lilac pools catch your brown ones for a moment before winking and focusing on your clit, licking around and beneath the bud. Pulling away, he kept licking and occasionally sucking until he pulled away, licking a stripe from your opening up to your clit. “Having fun, bunny?”

Whining softly, you looked up at your bedframe, trying to think of anything else until his tongue slipped inside as his thumb rubbed harshly at your bud.

“Fuck!” you shout and try to close your legs but the rope holds them far apart.

His laughter vibrated against your folds as he pulled away, tongue toying with your folds as his pointer finger inched its way inside you, curving itself against your g-spot, gently pumping in and out of you.

“MindJack!”

“Call me Shinsou or sir, Bunny.”

“Fuck, sir, please!” you cry out. “Don’t stop!”

Hitoshi smirked at your pleas. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll listen to you this time.”

Pumping his finger faster, he slowly pushes in a second, steadily lapping at your clit as he pushes both digits at a rapid speed, relishing in the sounds of your soft sighs and moans. Gasping at the knot forming in your stomach, you whimpered loudly, arching your lower half into Hitoshi’s touch. “Fuck, I’m gonna come!”

Hitoshi pulls away just as you announce your impending orgasm. “W-What?”

“That’s one.”

Hitoshi stole four more orgasms from you with just his tongue and fingers. 

“What’s your color?” He asks, caressing your tired thigh  Panting heavily, you stared at him, whimpering as he pulled away from your folds, his lips glossy with your essence, “G-green”

Lightly fondling your breasts, he teases one nipple, softly biting the flesh of the other. Pulling away when you try to get some friction from the sheets, he grips the elbow of the rope tied between your neck and breasts, pulling you close to him in a seated position.

“You don’t get to cum, unless Isay so, bunny.”

“Yes,sir,” you shudder.

Gripping the binds tightly, he removed his boxers, revealing another tattoo that says: Taste the Rainbow on both his thighs with arrows pointing toward his bulge. Jesus fuck, he’s big.  “Now, I’m finally gonna put good use to that sharp tongue of yours. Open wide, little bunny.”

Looking up at him, you sigh softly before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as he groans at the look before him. Finally got this brat right where I fucking want her. 

Resting the weight of his dick on your tongue, he stroked it gently before gripping the ponytail he made for you earlier. “Suck, bunny.”

Taking him into your mouth, you hum gently as Hitoshi hisses at the sensation.

“Such a, fuck, slutty, bratty bunny I have. Your mouth feels so good. Just like that,” he grunts.

Looking down at you, he grips the ponytail he made, he grips the base, hand covering it and the back of your neck.

“Stay still, bunny. Just, lemme use your throat.”

Moving your head a little faster, Hitoshi starts using your mouth as a fleshlight, ignoring the sounds of you gagging quietly. He presses all the way in so your nose is brushing the short purple pubes on his crotch.

“Look at me,” he mutters then groans when your teary eyes focus on his own. Your tongue snakes along the underside of his shaft, teasing the veins winding along the bottom. The action makes thick strings of spit and precum drool down your chin and chest but the weight of his dick in your mouth is so satisfying, you can’t help but moan around it and rock your hips trying to get some friction from the sheets.

“Fuck, almost there bunny. Oh, shit!” he gasps and pulls out of your mouth, stroking his dick over your face until the first spurt of cum hits your nose. You open your mouth for the rest, the tang landing on your lips and taste buds. Licking away what you could, Hitoshi pants heavily while you catch your breath, “Ugh, drink more water.”

“Youtry getting any work done with barely any sleep,” he grumbles back, “Coffee is all I have.”

“Uh-huh. Are we done?” You ask, still upset and would right from being edged and the rope is still digging into your skin.

“Oh, so you don’t wanna come, then? I could just leave you here, all tied up.”

“No! No wait! Please, sir. I want you to. I wanna cum.” You squirm.

“Mhm,” he hums nonchalantly, “Do you deserve it?”

“I—“ you hesitate, “Yes?”

“You don’t sound sure.”

You try to kick your feet but they’re held tight to your thighs, “Yes!I’m sure. You can’t leave me like this, please! Shinsou, fuck me. Ruinme. Um, yellow.”

“Woah, hey, calm down,” he rubs your shoulders, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m just….reallyhorny right now and you’re killing me over here.”

“Breathe, bunny,” he coos.

“(Y/n),” you mumble.

“What?”

“That’s my name. You can call me (Y/n).”

“Beautiful name for my beautiful bunny. 

“You’re so fucking cringe,” you chuckle.

“Shut up, you like it,” he smirks.

“Nope, still can’t stand you.”

“You sure about that,” he chuckles, pulling you up to look at him.

“Very,” you smirk leaning in.

Neither one of you remember who initiated the kiss but it was sloppy, messy, and yet somehow so romantically passionate, it would make your teeth rot at how sweet it was. 

Pushing you down onto your back, Hitoshi pulled away, looking down at your flustered form. “You said you wanted me to ruin you, right Bunny? I’ll ruin you, alright.”

Feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach, Hitoshi dipped his head, nipping at your jaw with a grin before starting on a hickey near your pulse point, grinning at the soft moan you gave.

“You clean?”

“Kind of too late to ask since you already stuck your tongue in there,” you muse, “Yeah, I am.”

Continuing his hickeys, his hands trailed down your body, groping at your breasts before fondling your cheeks.

Tapping himself against your clit, he shuddered as he slowly ran himself along your entrance before slowly pushing in with a deep groan. “Fuck, bunny,” he sighs as you pant from the initial stretch. “You’re so tight.”

After a minute or two of getting used to him, you nodded your head, giving him the okay to start moving.

Moaning as he starts thrusting, you gasp when he starts hitting that spot inside you while toying with your clit.

“Fuck, Shinsou, please!”

“Tell me what you want, bunny.”

“Choke me,” you mewl.

“Oh?” he hums, gripping your throat just as he thrusts back in, steadily increasing and relieving the pressure in tune with his thrusts. “Little bunny wants to see stars, hmm? I can do that. Be a good girl and take it and I’ll make you see the whole. damn. galaxy.”

Crying out at his statement, you felt your eyes roll back as the edges of your vision slowly turned black. “Fuck, sir, please. I’m close. Wanna cum! Wanna cum so bad.”

“You deserve it, bunny, go ahead. Make a mess on my cock, sweetheart.”

The rapid thrusts mixed with the stimulation pushed you right over the edge. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you shout, coming down from your high.

But he doesn’tstop. He’s still keeping the same cruel pace and you’re starting to curl into yourself from overstimulation but the rope keeps you spread out.

Shinsou gropes your framed chest, pinching one nipple and smacking the other a few times.

He watches his dick move in and out of you, white cream collecting at the base and staining his pubes.

He throws his head back and groans, “Fuck I needed this. Your pussy’s fucking amazing.”

He shoves himself nice and deep at the last word. 

“Shit!” You shout when you feel his tip push your poor cervix, “That hurts!”

“You know how to make it stop,” he squeezes your throat again to hear you wheeze out a curse. His free hand moves from your hip to smack you across the face again, “You’re so goddamn annoying,”he grunts.

You frowned at him, lips swollen and parted, “You too, sir.”

He chokes you again, gritting his teeth when he feels you clench around him and your pussy fluttering wildly.

Your body jerks and shakes when you cum again, high-pitched moans of his leaving your lips.

Hitoshi, not too far behind, pulled out, finishing on your stomach. “Goddamn, that was…”

“Amazing,” you slur.”

“You okay, Bunny?”

You hum and sigh loudly, eyes fluttering closed.

Shinsou gets to work untying your hands and legs. You groan in relief when you can finally control your limbs and curl up on the bed, hugging your shoulders.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” He tells you in a soft voice, rubbing your thigh.

“Mm.” You respond sleepily.

He leaves to check your bathroom for a washcloth to clean you up with. He runs it under warm water and comes back to wipe you down.

“I feel like a baby getting their diaper changed,” you smile tiredly as he cleans between your legs, “Now I see why they shit all the time.”

Shinsou chuckles and cleans himself up too, “You did great,”

“Mm,” you hum and reach over for the oversized shirt you sleep in, “I’m gonna have a crick in my neck for days because of you.”

Shinsou puts on his pants, “You good?”

“I’m great,” you wave dismissively,covering yourself with your blanket, “You using the front door or window?”

“Window,” he pulls on the rest of his clothes and picks out the pamphlet from earlier, “If this is gonna be a consistent thing,I really need you to go over these so I know your limits.”

“Ugh,” you groan,rubbing your face, “Like I said,just don’t piss or shit on me and I’m cool.”

“Still,this is a binding for both of us so just check the boxes. I’ll come by and pick it up when I have time.”

You yawn and mumble something along the lines of a positive response, shutting your eyes.

Shinsou leaves the papers on your nightstand, packs up his stuff and makes his way to the living area.

Whiskey meows at him from the ground, green eyes stuck in a hard glare.

“Sorry little buddy. It was necessary.” Shinsou reaches down to scratch his ear before opening the window and climbing out onto the fire escape. Just as he shuts it, his phone pings with a message from Aizawa asking how his patrol was going.

Shinsou takes out an energy drink from his backpack and texts back a simple ‘fine’ before hopping up onto the roof to continue his patrol.

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Brain and Brawn Pt.7

Taglist:@wh0reforlevi@yes-i-am-a-sinner@kuromi-kouhai@kuromi-kartoons

Warnings: Oral (f revieving), Handjob (m revieving), public sex (grinding), sex toy

MDNI and Please don’t interact if it makes you uncomfortable to read topics like this.

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Hand in hand with Hitoshi walking down the street towards campus, laughing at the dumbest things.

“(Y/n)! Hey, (Y/n) wait up!”

Stopping at the curb, you turn around to see a familiar face down the street. “Hey, Mai!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Not much, just went out with Hitoshi.”

“Oh yeah, I know you from Biology. You sit in the back.”

“And here I thought no one knew me,” Hitoshi chuckles.

“Anyway, I wanted to ask you about Shindo.”

You roll your eyes, “What now?”

“Well, he told Tatami that you hit him for no reason, but Yo isn’t really the best source. He’s kind of shitty. And I don’t think you’d just hit someone unprovoked.”

“Ugh, the dick had it coming. Look what he did to my poor baby’s eye,” you point at the fading yellow and blue bruise around Hitoshi’s eye.

“Woah, I knew he was full of shit. Sorry about your eye.”

“It’s cool, it’s fine now,” Hitoshi reassures her, “And he’s sorta stayed out of our way.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what caused you two to split? You seemed happy with him.”

“Yo Shindo is nothing but a fuckboy and a manwhore. He was dating me only because of my skin, yet he, no offense to what I’m about to say, Mai, was sleeping around with someone ‘normal’ and said that nobody actually wants a ‘giant monkey’ as a girlfriend. Claimed he only wanted me for “brownie points,” that perv.”

Hitoshi squeezes your hand comfortingly as your eyes burn gently with tears.

“Jackass,” Hitoshi huffs.

“Yeah. I’m sorry he did that, but thanks for letting me know what happened. I’m glad you found someone who’s good for you.”

“Yeah, me too,” you smile, kissing Hitoshi’s cheek. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye guys,” Mai smiles, walking towards her dorm building.

“Who was that?”

“One of Tatami’s lackeys. But she’s good. Don’t worry.”

“The only thing I’m worried about right now is you. Let’s head back to my place. Wanna spend time with you, baby,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your jaw.

“Ugh, you’re so sweet to me it makes me want to punch you.”

“You’re so romantic.”

Back at Hitoshi’s place, you change out of your date clothes and wear one of his oversized T-shirts.

“You wanna watch a movie?” He asks, getting his laptop out.

“Yes, please,” you flop onto his bed, “What are we watching today?”

“Addams Family? Not the new one. The old one from the 90s. I liked that one.”

“Really? Why?”

“I like how enamored Morticia and Gomez are with each other.”

“You’re such a hopeless romantic,” you tease.

“Guilty as charged,” he lays on the bed next to you so you can cuddle up next to him, the laptop at the edge of the bed.

Your bladder decides to piss you off near the movie’s end, “I gotta pee.”

You untangle yourself from Hitoshi and pad to his little bathroom. What you don’t expect to see is a goddamn fleshlight just chilling on the edge of the sink.

“Holy shit,” you chuckle and pick it up. It’s one of those clear types with a lot of ridges. It’s a little worn, so you figure he’s had it for a while, “Okay, Toshi.”

You pee, wipe, flush, and pick up the fleshlight before exiting the bathroom, “So—“ you wave the toy around.

Hitoshi looks up and blushes, “I can explain.”

“Really?”

“I haven’t used it in forever, and I found it while cleaning up and just put it on the sink,” he explains.

“Uh huh,” you look at it again, “It’s real pretty though. I’d totally stick my dick in this if I had one. Why’d you stop using it?”

“I got a girlfriend.”

“Awwww, so sweet. You know we haven’t had sex yet, right?”

“Yeah, but I kinda wanna save that for someday special.”

“Hmm, alright. But at least let me use this on you.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me~.”

“Right now?”

“I mean…do you want me, pretty boy?”

“Y-yeah, I do.”

“Didn’t know you had a praise kink.”

“Huh, praise kink? What makes you say that?”

“I saw how you reacted when I called the cat a pretty boy. You thought I was talking to you.”

“Oh. Well….”

“Don’t worry. You’ll always be my pretty boy. Strip for me, will ya?”

Hitoshi nods as his cheeks redden gently. Pausing the movie, he puts his computer on the floor beside his bed before taking off his shirt and sweatpants, leaving him in his boxers.

“Those too, baby. Off with them. Don’t be nervous. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”

“Sorry,” he chuckles, taking them off.

You walk over to his desk and pick up his unscented lotion, squirting some of it into the tube, “Gotta get this nice and wet.”

Hitoshi gulps nervously when you climb onto the bed, holding the toy ominously, “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Smiling at him, you kiss his lips, gently stroking his semi-hard before slowly pushing the pocket over his length. “How’s that feeling, baby?”

“Cold,” he frowns.

“It’ll warm up soon, relax.” You push it a little further down until his whole length is sucked into it. “There we go.”

“Shit! (Y/n),” he groans as you start moving the toy slowly over his shaft. The transparent material lets you see his pale dick squishing all the white lotion inside. “N-not so—fuck!”

“Am I holding it too hard?

“No, it’s okay, fuck. Faster, (Y/n) please,” Hitoshi groans.

“Faster? Alright then,” you grin, picking up speed while pulling him into a kiss.

Hitoshi squirms under you, gasping and moaning into your mouth while you use the toy on him. Bucking into the toy, you coo into Hitoshi’s mouth. “Aww, you’re so cute like this. What’s that baby? You want me to go harder?”

“Ah! No, I’m gonna cum, oh fuck.”

“Already? Cum, pretty boy. You can do it,” you purr as his head is thrown back in pleasure. “Good, ‘toshi.”

He lifts his hips up, and you hold the toy for him to cum into, thick spurts of his cum mixing with the lotion. You pump it a few more times until he’s tapping out, “Good boy, you did amazing,” you kiss his forehead, “I’ll be back.”

You get up and go put the toy in the sink to clean up later and get a bunch of tissue to clean him up with.

He’s in a daze while you clean him, making you giggle. After you’re done, you toss the soiled tissue into the trashcan by his desk and lay next to him, “You good?”

“I’m…..ascended,” he breathes out.

“Yeah it’ll do that to you.”

After about five minutes of him coming down from his high, Hitoshi looks down at you. “Hey, (Y/n)?”

“Hmm?”

“Can…um, can I return the favor?” he mutters

“Huh?”

“You always make me feel good and I wanna make you feel good.”

“Are you asking to eat me out?”

Hitoshi nods as both of your faces start to warm.

“Do you know how, or do you want me to teach you?”

“Can you teach me?”

You nod and smile at him before kissing him gently, “Okay as much as I would love to sit on your face, you’re gonna learn the old fashioned way. Get up.”

He sits up, and you lay down, knees apart. You gesture to your crotch, “Lunch is served.”

“What do I do first?”

“Pretend you’re making out with it. This feels so weird trying to teach you how to do this.”

“You still have your underwear on.”

“Take them off then.”

Hitoshi looked up at you before following your instructions and removed your white panties over your long legs. As you shook them off your ankle, Hitoshi looked at your brown and pink folds, admiring every detail.

“You like what you see ‘toshi?” You poke him with your toe

“It’s pretty. Pretty girlfriend with a pretty pussy.”

“Aw, you flatter me,” you smile.

Hitoshi smiles up at you before kissing your thighs. Slowly licked a stripe from your opening towards your clit. He pulled away at the squeak that escaped from your lips.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just been a while. Keep going. It feels good,” you shudder.

Hitoshi nods, suckling at your folds and listening to the sweet noises you make for him. Lapping at the small bean, he pulls away as you let out a moan.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Uh-huh, don’t stop,” you slur.

You hiss when he rubs your clit too hard. “Ah! Toshi, not so hard!”

“Oh, sorry. This better?”

You nod as he lets up on the pressure. “You can put a finger in, y'know. I can take it.”

“Alright,” he nods, slowly pushing his middle finger inside. “How’s that?”

“Fuck, so good,” you sigh as he starts pumping it gently.

Hitoshi chuckles gently at the sounds you’re making mixed with praise.

You reach down and tug at his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy so he can lick it again. “More, 'toshi.”

“More? Okay,” he grins, pumping his finger faster before slowly adding a second finger. “Is this good?”

“So good,” you sigh.

Pushing both digits in and out, he goes back to licking at your folds before lapping at your clit.

“Fuck, just like that, ‘toshi. Spread your fingers, baby. Curl them too, please?” you instruct as he continues.

His tongue leaves a steady pressure on your clit as his fingers begin to curl, pressing up into the spongy spot inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, 'toshi!” you cry as you grow close. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? I’m doing good?”

“So good. Fuck!”

Seeing stars flash behind your eyes as you squeeze them shut, you shudder as your orgasm washes through you, Hitoshi lapping at the slick spilling from your entrance.

“You taste so sweet, baby.”

You push his hand away when it starts to get too much, coaxing him up for a kiss.

“How did I do?”

“Oh my god,” you sigh. “Sooooo good~.”

“You sure?”

“Well, you know where the clit is, so I say that’s a success.”

“It’s right there. Why wouldn’t I see it?”

“You’d be surprised how many guys don’t know where it is,” you deadpan.

He hums thoughtfully, “Have you….been with a lot of guys?”

You groan, “Dude, don’t be weird.”

“I’m just curious! I don’t really care if you’ve been with a lot.”

You roll your eyes, “What even is a lot? Two and this one guy I have a bj to once in high school under the bleachers.”

“Oh my god….the bleachers?”

You cover your face and groan, “I was sixteen! Leave me alone, virgin.”

“Rude!” he scoffs, playfully shoving you away. “Anyways…”

“You wanna cuddle?”

“Yeah.” He’s already laying his head on your chest.

*

The next day you walked beside Hitoshi as you both had a break between statistics and your next class.

“Hey, you wanna get something to eat?” he asks.

“I could go for a snack from the vending machine.”

He goes over and puts some coins inside for the bag of chips to fall.

You take them and pop open the bag to start eating.

Hitoshi notices a few people whispering and glancing in your direction, but he doesn’t say anything.

“So what do you wanna do after school today?” You ask before putting another chip in your mouth.

“Hmm, we could go to the park?”

“Sounds fun.”

“Yeah. Hey, (Y/n)?”

“Hm?”

“Why’s everyone staring at us and whispering?”

“No idea. Probably cause they’re jealous that I’m talking to you or something?”

“Why would they be jealous of me?”

“Because you’re hot and smart as hell. You’re a double threat.”

He blushes a pretty pink, “You’re probably the only person who thinks that.”

“And that’s a good thing. Maybe they’re realizing it too and are jealous that you’re with me?” you joke.

“If you say so. I’ve got biology so I’ll meet you after?”

“Sure,” you lean down so you can give him a quick kiss, “Bye.”

You make your way to Nutrition and take your usual seat next to a grump looking Katsuki.

“Yo,” you hold your fist out for him to bump.

“How’s your nerd’s eye?” He asks.

“Better. How’s Yo’s nose?”

“Still fucking broke.”

“Heh, good. Jackass.”

Katsuki snickers quietly, “You ride hard for that nerd, huh? Never thought you’d be into his type.”

You sigh dreamily, “He’s just so perfect. He’s smart, funny, and appreciates me unlike some people.”

“Yeah, Yo fucked around a lot. He still does even behind his newest fling’s back, but you ain’t hear that from me.”

“Let me pretend to be shocked,” you gasp dramatically, “Okay. Done. Wait, is that why you and Yo followed us?”

“Not exactly…Yo did it cause of your little nerd getting too close to you in his opinion.”

“Okay, what about you?”

“He gave me some cash.”

“You dick!” You smack the back of his head, “I want some of it now! How much did he give you?”

“Twelve thousand.”

“Gimme half.”

“Bitch?!”

“I will punch you. Also, you love me and you owe me for your bullshit.”

“Love is a strong word but fine.”

“Good,” you smile, “Maybe I can help you with Ochako, huhhh?”

You nudge him playfully and snicker when he playfully, well as playful as he’ll ever get, pushes you away.

“Tch, shut up. Pink cheeks don’t like me.”

“You forget I’m captain of the team she’s on. She literally talks about you all the time in the locker room. So d'ya wanna wallow in the void of ‘Does she love me does she love me not?’ or you can let me help you.”

“Whatever.”

“That means hell yes in Katsuki.”

After Hitoshi’s Biology class, Yua confronts him and drags his arm towards the hallway around the corner from your classroom.

“Hey, let go of me!”

“Shut up and listen, nerd,” she hisses.

Standing outside waiting for your boyfriend, you talked to Katsuki about how to get Ochako’s attention and playfully punched his arm whenever he gave a slightly dumb idea. While you were giving him suggestions, you heard Tatami call out to you.

“What?”

“I knew you were a brute but I didn’t know you were a cheater too?” she gasps dramatically.

“The fuck are you talking about?” Katsuki scoffs.

“Rumors going around that (Y/n) here beat up Shindo out of the blue and I saw your little nerd friend with a black eye. Did you beat him up too? I guess you wanted a challenge cause you’re trying to get with the beefy blonde here. You gonna beat his ass too?”

“You know, I’m honestly two seconds away from beating yours but I’m not going to. And, no, I don’t beat my boyfriend.”

“You do cheat on him though.” She snides

“That’s bullshit and you know it!”

“So why’re you and Katsuki all buddy buddy huh?”

You and him look at each other and start laughing, “Girl, he’s my friend. Chill. Unlike you, not every guy I talk to is just trying to get in my pants. Crazy concept right? So shocking.”

“Wait, you’re cheating on me? Why didn’t you tell me?” Hitoshi calls out, coming from around the corner.

“Ugh, so sorry babe. I forgot,” you throw your arm over his shoulders.

“And with him? Thought you had better taste,” he gestures to Katsuki, “What a downgrade.”

“Oi! I am not a downgrade!” Katsuki snaps.

“Uh huh, if you say so blondie,” Tatami snickers. “So why’d you hit Shindo?”

“Umm cause he hit Toshi first,” you respond like it’s the most obvious thing ever, “Gave him a hell of a shiner, too. My poor baby.”

“Pfft, you’re lying,” Tatami scoffs.

“No, she’s telling the truth. I was there when he punched insomniac,” Katsuki adds.

“Insomniac, really?” Hitoshi deadpans.

“You know you don’t sleep good. Look at the fucking bags under your eyes.”

“Hey, he’s self conscious about those. Don’t talk about them,” you defend your boyfriend. “Your designers are cool, babe. Makes you look mysterious~.”

“Thank you, (Y/n).”

“So you’re telling me, Shindo punched him first? Why?”

“You see…he’s an idiot,” you shrug, “Your fuckboy of a fling was jealous of me paying attention to Hitoshi and mad that I had gotten over him so quickly. Also he has some weird Alpha male complex towards other guys. Poor Hitoshi just happened to be his next target.”

“I don’t believe you!”

“Course you don’t. I don’t have time for this. I have bigger things to worry about than this. Come on 'toshi. I’ll text you later about our conversation, 'suki,” you call out before grabbing Hitoshi’s hand and walking away towards the exit.

After making a quick stop for some food, you and Hitoshi nestled yourselves under a cherry blossom tree in the park, you sitting in his lap as he draped his arms over your waist. “Comfy, baby?” He asks you.

“Mhm, thanks Toshi. How’s your milkshake?”

“Really good! Can’t believe that cookies and cream bubble tea was a milkshake flavor! How about you? Is your boring old vanilla shake good?”

“Mmhm,” you hum, sipping on the straw. “I love my boring old vanilla.”

Hitoshi chuckled as some of the shake spilled from your mouth. “Lemme get that,” he chuckles, swiping his thumb across your lips, wiping off some of the milkshake.

His thumb brushes over your lip and you open your mouth, letting him push it inside.

“Such a little tease, sucking my thumb like that while we’re in public,” he scolds but lets you suck on it anyway. Pulling his thumb away, he looks down at you as he holds your chin.

“I like teasing you. You’re cute when you’re flustered,” you grin, leaning into his touch with a cat-like smile. “You get so pink and it’s adorable. Kind of like now.” You boop his pink nose and grin as he gets even more flustered, turning his face away.

“I’ll make you blush one day,” he pouts before stiffening as you nestle yourself in his lap.

“Can’t wait,” you hum.

“What are you doing?”

You wiggle in his lap,“Getting comfortable.”

“Seems more like you’re grinding on me, all-star.”

“It does? Well, you’re not stopping me.”

“Should I?”

“Hmm, no you shouldn’t.”

Hitoshi chuckles before cupping your face and pulling you closer for a kiss.

His hands hold your hips while you grind down on his dick.

“Really?” You chuckle, “Here?”

He nods, face buried in your neck.

“Alright then,” you smile.

After about ten minutes of you both grinding on each other and making out heavily, you pulled away from him, chuckling. “Looks like you got excited, ‘toshi,” you giggle. “You stained your pants.” You look down between you and see the wet spot on the crotch of his jeans.

“Because you’re here. Stop teasing me,” he huffs.

“Sorry. You get so cute whenever I do,” you smile as he pouts, “Maybe we should get you home.”

“Yeah, let’s go home,” he nods, kissing your cheek before lifting you out of his lap and pushing himself off of the tree trunk, “I feel so gross.”

Brain & Brawn pt.6

pt. 1||pt. 2||pt. 3||pt.4||pt.5

Taglist:@wh0reforlevi@yes-i-am-a-sinner

Warnings: Neito is a dick, Jealous toshi, rumors being spread,

Three weeks pass by, and they are probably the most romantic weeks of your life. Hitoshi is so sweet and caring towards you. 

Since then, you’ve been on almost half a dozen dates, and Hitoshi was always courtside cheering you on at every game. 

With him by your side, it makes the idea of the upcoming championship game seem like it’ll be a cakewalk.

Shindo is excusedfrom practice because of an unfortunate accident that resulted in a broken nose.

But of course, he can’t keep his mouth shut.

“Did you hear what (Y/n) did to Yo?”

During a practice break, Tatami, Shindos current fling of the month and vice cheer captain, whispers to her friends, “She’s the one that broke his nose.”

“No way!” one of her friends, Mai, gasps, “Why?”

“Yo said she just went off on him, she’s so weird.”

“I never liked her,” another one, Yua, comments. “She thinks she’s better than everyone else.”

“Really? She’s super nice to me,” Mai says. “Helps me with homework too.”

They look over and watch you make practice shots with Mina watching.

“If she’s so smart then why did I hear people saying she was getting tutored by some nerd a couple weeks back?” Tatami scoffs.

“What’d he look like?”

“Purple eyes and hair. Kinda buff but lanky. Always looks exhausted and hangs out with Professor Aizawa.”

“Oh, I know him! I have Biology with him! Nice guy but super quiet. Shi—something.”

Hearing the whistle blow from both coaches, both groups split up as they signaled the end of practice. Going to the locker room, Tatami and her little group kept whispering as you and Mina spoke to each other in English.

“So then I told her, if you want to meet up with him, by all means, go ahead, but don’t do anything stupid,” Mina gossips as you giggle at the weekly tea session. After a shower, you change into a pale white back tie crop top, and navy blue flared ripped boot-cut jeans. You grin as Mina hypes you up on your outfit before leaving with you.

“Where the hell is she going all dressed up like that?” Yua scoffs.

“Let’s find out,” Tatami smirks, finishing and following you and Mina.

Mina waves at you as she walks down the street with Eijirou. As the cheerleaders waited to see what you were doing, they gasped when the purple-haired nerd they mentioned earlier walked up to you and wrapped a hand around your waist, blushing as you kissed him.

“She’s dating that nerd?! Also, did you see his eye? What the hell? Do you think she hits him?” Yua gasps.

“No way! She’s so sweet, she would never! And he looks really happy,” Mai replies. “Maybe we should ask her what happened? We don’t know the whole story from Shindo….“

“Why would Shindo lie to me? He loves me.”

“Does he really?”

“Oh, screw you, Mai! Of course he does.”

“Right, so he tells you that his ex just randomly beat him up, without a good reason? Oh, that’s bullshit.”

“You’ve seen her! She’s fucking crazy on the court! She kicked that girl in the shin because she got crossed. She acts like a guy.”

“Oooh, if she’s a guy, then Shindo likes dick,”  Mai snickers.

“No shame in that,” Yua shrugs. “Everyone has their preference.

“He doesn’t like dick!” Tatami growls, “And she doesn’t have one, I’ve seen her in the shower.”

“Why are you looking at her in the shower, Tatami?” Mai smirks.

“We shower together after practice, dumbass.”

“Yeah but you don’t have to look.”

“Whatever! Of course they’d be together, They’re both weirdos.”

Mai sighs, “I think they’re cute together. They seem to be good for each other.”

“Ugh, let’s just go,” Tatami walks off with her mini posse after her.

“So where’re we going Hitoshi?” You ask your boyfriend.

“Well, I was thinking about this cat cafe downtown that I used to go to.”

“That’s so cute!” You squeal, “I’d love to.”

“We have to take the bus though.”

“That’s fine. Do you have any pets? You seem to really like cats.”

“Sort of. There’s this cat that is a stray, but she sleeps just beneath my window. She’s pretty cute. Her name’s Luna.”

“Cuter than me?” you tease.

“See for yourself,” he smiles, showing you a photo of a gorgeous fluffy black cat with golden eyes.

“Wow, she really is pretty. Guess I have some competition, huh?”

“No, she’s pretty friendly. I think you’ll be fine.”

Cooing over the cat photos, you almost miss your bus. 

“C’mon, babe,” you smile.

After about a ten-minute ride, you and Hitoshi get off the bus and find yourselves at a cozy little cafe with an outside area for the cats.

Holding your hand, Hitoshi smiles at you as he leads you into the cafe. Smiling at the lady behind the register, you watch as she rounds the corner and hugs Hitoshi.

“Hitoshi! Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you! How’s school? How’s your family? Oh, who’s this?”

“Hi, Mrs. Nakumura. School’s good. My parents are okay. This beautiful woman, she’s my girlfriend,” he smiles, swooning internally.

“Hi. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. My name is (Y/n),” you smile as you introduce yourself.

“Nana, I need to make an—Oh, Hitoshi! Hey, man. It’s been a while,” a voice calls out as they walk through the staff door.

“Yeah. Hi, Neito.”

“Can we see the cats now? Ooh, unless you wanna order something first?” You ask Hitoshi.

“Yeah. That’s a good idea. Two marble pound cake slices, please. Also, a bag of cat treats.”

“That’ll be 711.25 Yen.”

“What about the treats?” you ask.

“Free of charge for a cutie like you,” Neito smirks.

Rolling your eyes, you smile politely, “Thanks I guess. I’m just gonna go sit down,” you take the little bag of treats.

Walking away with Hitoshi, you feel him wrap an arm around your waist. “Toshi?”

“I don’t like how he was looking at you. C’mon. Let’s just eat our food and meet the cats.”

“Alright,” you nod, sitting down in an empty booth.

A fat orange tabby jumps in your lap immediately and purrs loudly, “Oh my god, you’re sochunky!” you squeal. “Toshi look at this big guy!”

“He’s cute,” he smiles while you pet the cat.

“I’ll name you Fatso.”

The cat just lays down and blinks slowly, relaxed as ever.

“I’m sure he already has a name, but he seems happy. You look stunning today, babe,” Hitoshi tells you.

“Thank you,” you smile, your braces sparkling in the light, “I’m trying to change up my style.”

“I like you no matter how you look.”

“Awww,” you swoon, “You’re such a sweetheart.”

Neito comes over with the two cake slices, “Here you go,” he puts them on the table, “A big slice for the cutie.”

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, “Ew.”

Hitoshi frowns at Neito, “Dude, you’re making my girlfriend uncomfortable.”

Neito looks between the two of you, “Fuck off, she is notyour girlfriend. She’s way out of your league.”

“I am,” you pipe up, “And you aremaking me very uncomfortable.”

Neito stifles his laugh, “No way, you’re dating this weirdo? He always comes in here by himself and just sits in the corner for hours petting cats and studying. He’s a loser.”

“God, I hate you,” Hitoshi mumbles.

You wave Neito off, “You’re kinda interrupting our date.”

Neito shrugs, “Just saying, you can do better, sweetheart.” With a wink, he walks away and disappears behind the staff door.

“Prick,” you scoff and reach over to hold Hitoshi’s hand, “You’re not a weirdo.”

He snorts, “Yes I am, and it’s cool.”

“It’s very cool. I could listen to you rant about Biochem for hours. Gets me hot. Well, it doesn’t matter. If you’re a weirdo, then you’re my weirdo.”

A pink flush spreads over his cheeks at your comment when a tuxedo cat jumps onto the back of Hitoshi’s seat. “Hey Fancy Pants,” he chuckles. 

“You call him Fancy Pants?”

“You called the tabby in your lap Fatso. Funny cause his name is Ginger.”

Looking up at the sound of his name, he trills gently as you grab a treat for him.

“Hi Ginger. You’re so cute,” you coo, letting the cat smell your hand before scratching under his chin. “Pretty boy wants a treat?”

Hitoshi ignored the butterflies that erupted in his stomach when you said those two words.

“W-What?”

“I was asking Ginger here if he wanted a treat.”

“Oh right, the cat.”

“You okay? You’re a little red,” you giggle.

“I’m good. Peachy,” Hitoshi mumbles.

“Alright,” you shrug before feeding Ginger and petting him before he gets up and climbs off your lap and sits next to you. His spot on your lap is soon replaced by a Calico.

“Aww, aren’t you cute. I love calicos. You’re all so sweet,” you giggle as the cat sits down, staring at you before putting a paw on your nose. “Toe beans!”

“Yeah,” he sighs happily, “They’re up for adoption though.”

“Really? We should totally get a cat together when we graduate! We could have a little fur baby!”

“That sounds adorable but just know that I am gonna be his favorite,” he teases.

“What if the cat’s a girl?” you grin.

“Then I’ll have two baby girls to take care of,” he smirks, wiping cake crumbs from your mouth.

“You’re so corny,” you laugh, feeling your face warm.

“You like it.”

“Mmmm, I do. It’s sexy. Isn’t he?” you ask the cat in your lap, who just keeps purring.

Both of you finish up your cakes and play with the cats some more.

Neito comes over to clear the plates, “How was it cutie?”

“Fine,” you reply curtly, too focused on scratching Ginger’s chin.

“I made it myself. Come by for more anytime.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You gag when he’s out of earshot, “What a loser. Ruined marble cake for me.”

“He’s always been like that. Don’t worry about him. He’s not worth it. I’m sure we could make a better cake than his.”

“Can you bake?”

“Only cookies. You?”

“Yeah. It’s been a while though.”

“We can learn together.”

“Yes we can,” you smile as you place a hand on top of his as you feed the calico in your lap. “Oh my, you’re such a cute baby.”

After petting the cats and chatting idly with Hitoshi for about an hour, you give a goodbye pat to all the cats in your area before waving goodbye to the owner with Hitoshi.

“Hey cutie, wait up!” Neito calls out, slipping you a piece of paper. “Just in case you ever want a better option.”

“That won’t happen but I’m sure there’s someone out there. Not me though,” you grin before walking away with Hitoshi.