Shoto who knows you’re ‘it’when he sees you smiling and laughing with his mother. To see the two most important people in his life getting along so well fills him with an indescribable happiness he never knew he’d feel.
Katsuki who won’t admit that he hugs the hoodie you stole from him at night because it now smells like you and gives him reassurance.
Izuku who unconsciously grabs your hand whenever you’re near him. It doesn’t matter where he is or what he’s doing, the second you‘re next to him, his hand is automatically finding yours.
Denki who tries to keep the little doodles you drew on his hands as long as possible. Yes, he’ll get tease by Sero and Mina for being a simp. But these little drawings you made of him and you kissing are just too damn adorable to want to wash off.
Kirishima who simply knowshe can’t find better than you when he sees you asleep on him, oh so peaceful and calm, and damn, so beautiful. He’s whipped and he isn’t ashamed to admit it. He’ll scream it to the world if he has to.
Tamaki who just loves to hug you from behind. All of his worries somehow wash away the second his nose gets buried in the crook of your neck and he seriously hopes that he‘ll get to keep experiencing that for the rest of his life.
Aizawa who lets you braid his hair and pretends to be annoyed yet he refuses to take them off when he has to go to work and will snap at anyone who makes a comment about them.
Shinso who loves to sleep on your lap, especially after a long and tiring day of doing all of these hero stuff he needs to do. He instantly buries his face in your stomach and closes his eyes, before drifting into a deep and peaceful slumber, knowing he’s safe in your embrace.
Dabi who wears the bracelet you made him when you first started dating every day because it gives him the reminder that he managed to find someone who loves him for who he is and always will.
Hawks who gave you one of his feathers so that you always have a part of him with you. He’s a busy man, after all, he is the number two hero. So he hopes that with this gesture, that may be small but that means so much to him, you’ll never forget that he’s here with you no matter what.
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Welcome to the fifth of seven works of the Candy Heart Club! Fifth up is Hitoshi Shinsou with the candy heart saying “XOXO”. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the event taglist, and as always, the event masterlist is linked right above! Stay sweet and happy February!
Prompt: The little notes slipped onto your desk by a secret admirer have you hiding your smile and twirling your hair. Just who is writing his way into your heart?
A/N: And here’s the sixth! This one I actually wrote with a friend on FT, so that was pretty fun! I am sorry to say that the final fic, Levi’s, will have to be postponed to tomorrow - I have some school work that has to be done tonight unfortunately, so only this one for now - but, the last fic of the Candy Hearts Club will be up tomorrow! I hope you all enjoy!
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You look exceptionally gorgeous today.
You have my heart.
Your smile lights up the room.
At the end of each sweet note written on notebook paper is an XOXO. No name, no symbolism on who it could be. Just an anonymous, secret admirer, and it made you feel like a schoolgirl in a tropey romance movie. As soon as you found them on your desk, you’d sweep them up and put them straight into your backpack to save until you could read them in the privacy of your own dorm room. Each note held a special place in your heart, all of them either pulling you out of a particularly sad afternoon or lifting your already high spirits on a good day. They were so in tune with your feelings and said all of the right things that you had to savor them.
In a pretty little shoebox that you had just recently decorated and intended to be for UA memories, the notes lay. Folded up, scattered inside that pretty little box were the keys to your heart.
“What have you got there Y/N/N?” Your best friends teasing voice weaves its way into your ears as he snatches the folded bit of notebook paper. Filled with a sense of urgency you take it right back from him and hold it close to your heart.
“None of your business, that’s what.” You respond, eyeing your friend warily. However, if there’s something that Hitoshi Shinsou doesn’t do, it’s quit.
“Nope,” he says, popping the p to further annoy you, “you’ve got something juicy don’t you.” He says, prying further. You bring up your foot to push him back as far away from you as you could so he’s basically across from you in the little study room you two were supposed to be reviewing material for the upcoming test in.
“It’s nothing,” you say, shaking your head to try and get his attention off of you. It was a stupid, stupid decision to open it up with him around - you just couldn’t wait anymore to read it. But just as you were about to unfold the carefully folded paper, he just had to set his eyes upon it.
“It’s certainly not nothing since you’re blushing like a fool over there.” Your eyes narrow at his words and you cross your arms.
“I am not a fool, that is for sure. This is all warranted.” You proclaim, motioning to your face.
“Why, did you get a bad grade on your report card or something?” He asks, clearly trying to get you to reveal what exactly was in the little piece of paper. And finally, you relent.
“It is a love note okay? There, I said it. And it kinda means a lot to me, so if you don’t mind, I’d like to keep it private.” Clear passion leaking from your voice, Shinsou’s gaze towards you turns from playful teasing to one of utter shock. “You don’t believe me,” you scoff, rolling your eyes.
“N-no, I believe you.” You raise an eyebrow in disbelief.
“Uh huh, sure. Wait there, I’ll be back.”
In your hands, the shoebox. In front of you, a visibly sweating Shinsou.
“You wanted proof? Here’s proof.” You huff, flipping the lid open.
“I never wanted proof,” Shinsou mumbled but one look from you shushed him.
“See? Love notes. Loads of ‘em. It’s not a one time thing, not a joke. Some guy in this school really loves me, and dammit, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him too!”
“What if you don’t even know him?” The purple-haired boy prompts, causing you to pause for a moment. What if you didn’t know him? Maybe he was just some rando who decided to use you on a case study to see if a love note would affect a person’s work ethic or psyche. But, you had a feeling he wasn’t something about the way a voice seemed to be in his words and even the writing - it seemed so… familiar.
“I still think I’d love him.” When Shinsou looks at you, he sees a girl in love, and he loves that expression on your face. He loves that, secretly, he was the one who put that there.
“Hey Y/N/N.”
“Do. Not. Tease me.”
“I won’t. But just hear me out.” You settle into the chair next to him and prop your head up on the back of it. “What if you found out that I was the one that sent you those letters.”
“I told you not to make fun.” You sigh, but the Shinsou come closer to you.
“I’m not.” A beat of silence passes and the tension in the room is so thick it would have to take a meat cleaver to cut through it.
“Prove it.” You whisper. He nods and swivels his chair around to the desk, ripping out a piece of paper from his notebook. It’s horrible, painstaking seconds before he folds the piece of paper and places it gently in the palm of your hand, curling your fingers around it. Swallowing deeply, you unfold the paper and you suck in your breath. The handwriting is identical. You hear Shinsou’s sarcastically wonderful voice hold true through the graphite words. But something was missing. You don’t even realize that your eyes are misting when you look back up at him.
“You forgot to put the XOXO.” Without hesitation, Shinsou cups both of your cheeks with his hands, almost cradling them, and kisses you. It’s the kind of kiss that knocks you off your feet and like your gasping for air after drowning in the ocean. It’s over quickly, lasting for only a second, and you’re shell shocked as he pulls away from you. “I guess there they are,” you say, breathless.
“So you love me then?” He poses, a grin appearing across his face.
“Well I know you love me. What with all of your ‘you make my heart sing’ notes.”
“Did I say that? I don’t think I did,” He quips, gathering you up into his arms. You laugh and grab the shoebox, holding it close to the both of you.
“I could probably dig into this and fish one out,” you joke back, earning a laugh from him.
“I think it’s cute you kept them all. I thought you’d at least thrown one out by now,”
“No way!” You protest, playfully slapping his arm. “You took a lot of time writing those and thinking about them. Unless you just searched up a list of cute sayings.”
“Never, Y/N/N.” You sigh and let yourself fully lean against him, relishing in his embrace. “XOXO, Toshi.”
“XOXO Y/N.”
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Welcome to the third of seven works of the Candy Heart Club! Our third boy up is Hitoshi Shinsou with the candy heart saying “Be Mine”. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the event taglist, and as always, the event masterlist is linked right above! Stay sweet and happy February!
Prompt: Shinso doesn’t do overly lovey-dovey stuff. He’s not a ‘show up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a heart box full of chocolate’ type of guy. But now he has you, and well… he’s just a little more romantic nowadays.
A/N: Hi guys! Here is the third part of the Valentine’s Day event! Again, I’m so sorry this is coming out a bit later than expected, but it’s here nevertheless! There will be more works coming out in the days leading up to Valentine’s Day, so be on the lookout - I hope you all enjoy, and as always, just comment or message me if you’d like to be added to the masterlist! ENJOY!!!
Word Count: 1.3K
When Shinsou thought about the whole “boyfriend” gig, it wasn’t really his speed. Everything from the media to real life has told him that boyfriends are supposed to be taking their significant others out on dates every other week and buying them jewelry and showing up at their doors with flowers every morning. Frankly, to him, it seemed exhausting. That’s why when he thought about getting into a relationship, he would make sure it would be chill and casual, nothing to stress about or sweat over.
But then you came along and so quickly did he drop those thoughts of casualty. It’s like everything about you makes him melt into a puddle. Your academic prowess makes him impressed beyond belief as he’s able to sit back and marvel as you answer every question Present Mic poses you. Your ability to hang out with absolutely anyone and manage to have a good time - which is saying something since Monama and Bakugou are looped into that bunch - makes him smile. Everything you do makes him want to shower you in love and affection all the time - which was a completely unnatural and terrifying feeling to him… but also exciting.
Walking around with you by his side and his arm wrapped around your waist gave him such a high he couldn’t explain it. Maybe it had something to do with the competing aromas of the different plants and flowers that found purchase within the beautiful plant conservatory the two of you were walking around in. Maybe it was the type of perfume you always wore - vanilla with a bit of honey. Maybe it was just you.
“This place is beautiful, Toshi. How’d you find out about it?” You wondered, taking in the gorgeous morning glories and tulips and daisies. They all looked so delicate - like a single nudge could bring them down, so you refrained from touching them. The smile on your face was one of pure content.
“Must’ve seen it in the newspaper or something - I just remembered it was opening here in Musutafu.” Lies, pure lies was what he was spouting. He had this place bookmarked ever since he caught a whiff of it on “date-night Japan”, a website that let people know the new outings and excursions that were opening up all across the country. It was something he knew you’d like and boy was he correct.
“Well, I’m glad you remembered - this is absolutely breathtaking.” You marvel, spinning around a bit. Your light-as-a-feather sundress swishes along with you and Shinsou can’t help but grin.
“You’re adorable.” He says, grabbing your hand and leading you along to another section of the conservatory.
“Hold on, what was that?” You ask, a cheeky smile on your face. Your boyfriend rolls his eyes and squeezes your hand.
“You know what I said.” He says, watching you pull back your hair a bit to smell a tiger-lily, careful to not let a strand touch the stunning flower. You sigh as the lovely scent works its way through your senses.
“Hmm, maybe,” you hum, your eyes still on the flower. “Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it again.” You remark, walking a bit in front of him. He jogs a bit to catch up to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss into your hair.
“You’re adorable,” he whispers into your ear, sending a little chill down your spine. Your cheeks redden and laugh.
“Okay lover boy, let’s check out the little café. I know you’ve been dying to do so since we got here.” Shinsou squeezes your shoulders again and leads you right on over to the stall-like thing. The menu looked close to perfection - croissants and scones and crépes were available for purchase along with several different types of coffee and tea.
“If you grab us a spot on that terrace thing I’ll bring us back some food.” He says, nodding his head towards the outdoor patio-like place that was basking in pure sunlight.
“I can pay for my own stuff Toshi,” you protest, but earn a little push from him.
“What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t pay for my date?” He says, chuckling at your lips that were pulled into an irritated frown.
“A guy who would let their date pay for him because the date wants to.” Shinsou just waves his hand nonchalantly and reaches the other to grab his wallet from his jean pocket.
“I’ll be back, five minutes tops.” He says, holding up his hand to show five fingers. You smile and roll your eyes.
“Fine. I’ll cave, but just this once.” You say, spinning on your heel and heading towards one of the iron garden chairs.
The sun feels lovely on your face as you bask in it, your head hanging over the back of your chair. The warmth is splendid and there’s not a cloud in the sky… but somehow, a shade pours over your skin. Taking a peek by just opening one of your eyes, you squint at the being interrupting the sun.
“Am I spoiling your sunshine?” Shinsou asks, looking down at you with a toothy grin. You stick out our tongue and sit up in your chair.
“How can you when you are my sunshine.” You say in a teasing tone, causing Shinsou to fake gag. You laugh as he slides an iced coffee and a crèpe towards you while keeping a cup of chamomile tea and a chocolate croissant for himself. “Thank you,” you say, taking a sip of your coffee and a careful bite of your crèpe so as to not spill anything on your dress. You feel his foot link around your ankle, initiating a game of footsies with you - which you accept. It’s quiet and nice - like most of your time spent with your boyfriend. Your whole relationship has felt this comfortable - from the first date you took to now, one year later, it has been utterly perfect for you.
“What are you thinking about?” Shinsou asks, nudging your foot a little bit and looking at you. You’re brought back to the moment so you smile and shake your head. You prop your head up with your hand, your elbow resting on the glass table.
“Nothing really,” you hum, nudging his foot with yours.
“C’mon,” he says, giving you a look, “humor me.” You sigh and reach across the table to grab his hand. It’s a little bigger compared to yours and the tops of his palms are calloused from his continuous use of his binding cloth during training.
“I’m just really happy.” You admit, earning a content grin from Shinsou.
“Cause you have food and are sitting in the sun? You’re like a cat.” He quips, resulting in you pressing your nails into his palm, effectively getting him to quiet down.
“Because I have you. You’re genuinely one of the best people I’ve ever known.”
“Sunshine, you’re making me blush.” He says, standing up and walking over towards you. Then, from his pocket, he reveals a morning glory flower. Your eyes go wide.
“Toshi what the hell?! We’re not supposed to pick any of the plant life!” You whisper-scream, covering the flower with your hands.
“Re-lax I got it from the little café over there. They’re in season and the guy gave it to me for free, so,” He says as he tucks the flower behind your ear. He leans down a bit so he’s eye level with you and his face is close to yours. “Hey Morning Glory,” he murmurs, giving you a sweet kiss. It’s the kind that pulls you in for more, like two gentle waves lapping over each other in the ocean. It’s making you feel so much more comorted, so much more warm than the sun beaming down could ever give you. It’s utterly romantic. He breaks a part, gives you one more peck on the lips, and looks at you with such adoration in his eyes. “Be mine?” He asks, making you giggle.
“Always.”
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Hihi~! So I saw that your requests is open, so I was wondering if you could write Hitoshi with a hyper/chaotic S/O headcanons, hope you have a nice day btw~~ <333
A/N: Hey hey!!! So sorry these took longer than I thought they would, but omg they were so fun to make! I hope you all enjoy these fun headcanons and let me know if you want more posts like these or a part two!
So we all know Shinsou is kind of unbothered with most things, so dating someone who has a lot of energy wouldn’t be completely out of the question
Relies on you as his morning alarm
When he needs to get to early morning training, has an early class, etc. you’re always there with a smile on your face and coffee or caffeinated tea in hand
Sleepovers/chill nights in watching a movie are not always easy since sitting still isn’t something you’re keen on doing
But, over time, he’s found tips and tricks that help you relax and enjoy just hanging out on the couch with him
Weighted blankets do wonders
Sometimes your competing personalities can lead to arguments - especially when it comes to dates
The both of you will have something planned, but then Shinsou’s social battery kind of runs out and he’ll call for a rain-check
You, however, are game for anything anytime so you can get pretty frustrated when he’ll cancel stuff like this
However, in the end, the both of you will just settle for a breakfast date the next morning at the cafe you both like
Speaking of dates, the both you and Shinsou will plan dates that appeal to both of you
Some of these dates include:
Cat cafés (you get to be out and about, Shinsou can hang with cats)
Aquariums (You get to mill about and ask the staff questions about all the animals, Shinsou can stay happily in the darker lighting)
Picking fruit (The sun beating on your face is so pleasant and you get to go climbing in trees to find the best apples and peaches, Shinsou gets a yummy snack along the way)
When it comes to hero training, he is so in awe of you
The way you can bounce back from anything is so admirable
But, there are times when you don’t get immediately back up and he gets super worried
Because you are hyper, this can lead to you overworking yourself and being quite exhausted – which he can absolutely understand
During times like these, he’ll carry you either on his back or koala style into his dorm – since it’s definitely the coziest, and let you sprawl out on his bed while he plays video games or reads
Now – for your chaotic side
Oh, Shinsou is always there with you whenever you’re messing with other people or playing pranks on others.
He’ll never use his quirk to pull anything off – he thinks that’s lazy and lacks effort, even for him
The two of you create MASTERMIND level pranks
And, when your plans finally fall into place – which they always do – he’ll give you a searing kiss on the lips and hold your hand, pulling you along to get a picture of whichever poor UA student fell into your clutches
Ok general relationship stuff now
He was scared shitless to ask you out the first time
He didn’t really think that he was the kind of person that you would want to date
However, you saw that the chill and tired personality he has was really attractive to you
The way he asked you out was sweet and a little awkward, since he was looking at the floor basically the entire time, but your enthusiasm for the date reassured him
It was a bit tough for the two of you to fall into an easy relationship rhythm
As aforementioned, dates and canceling them, love languages, and all that kind of stuff clashed with the two of you
Finally, after a month or so of phone tag and miscommunication, the two of you sat down and talked it out, explaining what you and Shinsou saw in a relationship
From there one out it was smooth sailing
You, due to your hyper/chaotic nature, are very go with the flow and live in the moment
Shinsou has you future lives already planned
First shared home, wedding, married life – everything
He is so in love with you and so whipped for you that he knows every little detail about things you love
Favorite flower? He knows it
Color? Oh come on, he’s not an amateur
Food or snacks? He’s got all of it cataloged and stocked up in his mini fridge in his room
Through everything, where you’re similar and where you’re different, he loves you and you love him so so freaking much
Whiskey headbutts you under the chin until you roll over to get out of bed, “Acting like I don’t feed you,” you pet his chin.
You spot the stack of papers on your nightstand and pick them up, skimming the pages. Unconsciously, you touch your neck and swallow, “Asshole.”
You make Whiskey’s food with your quirk, open the smelly cat chow, and scoop it out with a spoon into his bowl while you make your coffee and go over the list.
“Daddy kink?” You read the first one and snort, “Yeah, no.” You check the box with an ‘X.’
“Think we’ve kind of established impact play,” you check it with a tick.
You keep going until you’ve filled out the entire list, tossing it on the couch so you can get started on breakfast and enjoy your day off.
Shinsou walks through the agency humming happily, sipping from his thermos. Aizawa notices and comments on it, “You’re in a good mood.”
“Am I? Yeah, I…..got some sleep.”
“Hm, alright. I dropped some paperwork on your desk that’s due at the end of your shift before fieldwork.”
“Can do,”
They go their separate ways to their own offices.
Shinsou’s own is private at the end of a long hallway where no one ever goes.
He sits and gets started on the paperwork, bopping his head to his music.
Just before his lunch break, Hitoshi was almost done with the work Aizawa gave him. Filling out a police report, he stiffened as the piercing in his left nipple tingled a bit.
“What the—“ he touches his chest, but it doesn’t happen again. It must be one of those phantom sensations.
He gets a little more work done before it happens again, this time a little stronger. Okay, nowhe’s sure he’s not imagining things.
It gets gradually stronger until it starts to feel good. Shinsou is low-key panicking because what the fuck is happening? But then again, it feels really good. Pausing in his work, he shudders as the vibration gets stronger until he hears footsteps. Lurching forward, he waits for the door to open, only to raise an eyebrow when the footsteps aren’t coming from the hallway but outside his window. “What the fuck?”
Turning around in his chair, he’s startled when he sees you casually walking up the side of his office building. Staring at you with a ‘what the fuck’ look, you wave at him as he opens the window. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“I’m bored,” you shrug, jumping inside and looking around, “Nice place.”
Shinsou quickly shuts the window, “Are youinsane?!You’re wanted by everyone in this building.”
“Ooh,nice,” you sit on his desk and swing your legs, “So, what’s up?”
“Get out.”
“Rude.” you gasp, feigning being hurt.
“How did you even get up here?”
“Your building is supported by metal beams, dumbass. Speaking of which,” you wave your finger around, “There’s a rusty pipe on the fourth, wait no, the fifth-floor bathroom that will be a problem if it’s not checked.”
Shinsou squints at you, then presses the intercom on his desk, “Can someone check the plumbing on the fifth floor, please?”
“You just saved the floor from being flooded. Good job, hero,” you grin cheekily.
“So what do you want?” Shinsou sits back on his swivel chair.
“Like I said, I’m bored.” You wiggle your fingers at his chest, and his nipple ring twitches again, “Didn’t think you were into that. Where were they yesterday?”
“Took it out so you didn’t fucking rip my nipple off.”
“I’m not a monster.”
“I’m not taking any chances.”
You roll your eyes, “Anyway, I filled out your form.” You take the papers from your backpack and hand them to him.
“Oh, you looked them over. I honestly expected you to shred it.”
“Then, why’d you give it to me?”
“Wanted to see if you’d do it.” “Asshole.” “Don’t be a bitch, bunny.”
“Save the dirty talk for later,” you chuckle, “So what do you usually do up here? Gimme the inside scoop.”
Shinsou packs up some papers, “You’re still a villain so I’m not telling you shit.”
“Do I even count as a villain? I think petty thief is more accurate.”
“Either way, you’re illegal. So climb back down the building and go do something,” he slaps a thick stack of papers onto the desk next to your hip.
“Ew, office work. Pass,” you wave your wrist as if flicking the idea away.
“So leave then,” Shinsou deadpans.
“Why do you want me gone so bad?” You lift your leg and press it against his chest, “Thought we had a thing going.”
“Inprivate,” he pushes your leg away, but you put it right back, “I could get in so much trouble if you’re seen and youwould go to prison.”
You sigh loudly, “You’re such a buzzkill.”
“You only say that because I’m right,” he scoffs and grabs your leg again, “Nice boots.”
“Thanks, I got ‘em free,”
His eyes roll, “Menace.”
“Thatyou’resticking your dick in,” you muse.
Shinsou stands and takes your legs with him, lifting one parallel to your body, in an attempt to get you to squirm, but you just laugh it off.
“You don’t know howflexibleI am,” you run your hands up the front of his shirt, “Wanna find out?”
He drops your leg and closes his hand around your throat, “Like I said, so fucking annoying.” The air is knocked out of you when he suddenly kisses you hard enough for your teeth to knock together.
You pull him closer by the front of his shirt and wrap your legs around his waist. He presses his body against yours, his other hand kneading your breasts over the thin gray shirt you’re wearing.
He presses his fingers harder into your throat when you pull away, making you gasp shakily.
“So what’re ya gonna do now, hero?”
“So many options…” he grunts, “I really could just throw you out the window.”
“And I’ll be right back up here to beat the shit out of you.”
That shouldn’t have made his dick twitch, but it did.
His free hand moves down to the hem of your jeans, undoing the button and dipping into your panties.
Your breath hitches when the pads of his fingers graze your clit.
“You’re a pain in my ass,” he growls, rubbing the bud faster. You moan quietly and rock your hips against his fingers. The hand around your throat eases its grip, but just when you think you’ve been granted relief, he pops you on the cheek.
You bite your lip and slaphim back just as hard, watching the pale skin bloom with pink “Oops. Reflex.”
Shinsou glares at you and shoves two fingers inside your unprepared pussy without warning.
“Shit!”You shout, feet kicking weakly.
“What’s your color?” He asks, voice eerily calm.
“A-aren’t you supposed to—Ah—ask before you ruin my pussy?” You chuckle weakly, gripping his forearms and riding his fingers for more stimulation.
“Answer or I’ll stop.”
“Ugh, green, sir,” you mock. As soon as you utter the words, his fingers retract from your hole, causing you to whine loudly and nearly kick him.
“Get up. Turn over and take your pants off,” Hitoshi demands, unbuckling his cargo pants.
Begrudgingly, you do so, turning over and shimmying your jeans down your legs. His hand presses your face down onto the wooden table, right next to the stack of papers.
Shinsou caresses the smooth brown flesh with one hand before lifting it high and bringing it down with a loud smack.
“Holy shit!” You yell, trying to jerk your head up, but he’s holding you down.
He smacks you twice more, gently caressing your cheeks between the hits, “Color?”
“Mm, green,” you whimper, all the fight you had earlier now gone.
Two of his fingers dip down to your pussy, gathering the slick there.
“Jeez, just fuck me already,” you grumble, wiggling your hips at him.
He uses both hands to spread your cheeks and drool onto your puckered hole, watching it drip down.
“Ew,” you tease, “Nasty.”
“You like it,” he keeps his eyes fixed on your pussy while he positions his aching cock, the tip catching and pressing in.
A small moan escapes you, hands tensing on the edge of the table more and more with each inch he shoves inside.
He holds you by the small of your back right where he wants you when he bottoms out with a soft groan.
“Fuck,big,” you mindlessly choke out, knees buckling under you.
He sets a fast and hard pace, knocking your lower half into the desk with every thrust. You reach back and push back at his abs, “Slow down.” But he just grabs your hands and crosses them on your lower back, giving him more leverage to thrust into you.
It feels like foreversince he started fucking you over his desk, occasionally spanking you and wrapping his hand around your neck to choke you.
But he still won’t let you cum
Every time he would even get a hintyou were about to cum, he’d pull out and let you wriggle and cuss him out.
“God fucking dammit!”You yell when he does it again, leaving you to stomp your feet and some of the metal light fixtures above you squeak.
“I hate you! Just let me cum!”
“No,” he says before he spanks you again.
You cry against the table, body weak and wound tight. Suddenly, you feel a chill go up to your spine.
“Someone’s coming,” you tell Hitoshi.
“What?” He lets you go, “How can you tell?”
“Vibrations in the flooring. Shit!”You try to pull your trousers up and trip over onto the floor, “Fuck!”
Shinsou quickly pulls his pants up, tucking his hard dick into the waistband of his boxers and forgetting to buckle them up.
“They’re almost here!” You whisper-shout, awkwardly pulling your pants up, “I won’t make it in time.”
Shinsou panics, looking around for a place for you to hide. He looks at his desk with the front and sides wholly hidden from view to anyone that walks in. “Get under the desk.”
“What?!”
“Go!” He hisses.
“Okay, jeez.” You crawl underneath, tucking your legs under you.
Just before the door opens, Shinsou throws your backpack underneath and sits down.
“Toshi,” Aizawa greets when he steps inside.
“Hey, hi, hello.What is up?”Shinsou smiles awkwardly.
“Witnesses reported someone walking up the side of the building. Did you see anything?”
Your eyes widen underneath the table.
“Whaaaat?That’scrazy!My windows have been closed and I’ve been working the whole time so nope, haven’t seen anything. Maybe they’re on the roof? Probably some lame villain.”
You silently scoff and wiggle your fingers.
Shinsou slaps his chest and kicks at you under the table.
“Are you okay?” Aizawa asks, “Why’re you so red?”
“I’m….a little warm.”
“So open your window.”
“What about the intruder?”
Aizawa hums, “You’re right. Wouldn’t want an opening.” He starts walking towards the desk, “Are you done with the paperwork?”
Shinsou quickly gathered up the messy papers, “Yup. Just a few more left.”
Aizawa’s eyes hover over one out-of-place paper, “What’s this?”
He picks it up before Shinsou protests, “Ignore it.”
A small smile cracks the older man’s stoic face, “New sub?”
Shinsou gets pinker, “Dad, please.”
“Oh no, I’m very interested in this.”
‘Oohhh, I wanna see his dad,’ you think. Sitting down here and listening to them talk is getting boring. You play with your nails and Shinsou’s laces. Your gaze falls on his half-open crotch, and a wickedidea comes to mind. You reach forward and trail your fingers on his soft dick.
Shinsou’s knee hits the table in surprise.
“You okay?” Aizawa asks, worried.
“Cramp,” Shinsou grits out, “Haven’t been stretching.”
Under the desk, you’ve pulled his cock out of the hole in front of his boxers and are stroking it, biting your lip when it starts to fill out and get hard. You suckle on the tip and see his abs flex.
“Are you gonna stop by the apartment today? Eri wants to see you,” Aizawa asks while packing the police reports.
“Yesssss,” Shinsou breathes out, “I mean, yes. I’ll pass by tonight. Greenlight on that.”
You swirl your tongue around the head, careful not to make any noise but he’s leaking so much pre it might be difficult.
The forces above are not on his side when the door opens again, and a sidekick peeks her head inside, “MindJack? I’m here about the call for the fifth-floor bathroom?”
“Oh my god,” Shinsou groans, not just out of frustration but because you’ve taken more of him inside your mouth, “Wh-what about it?”
“I was just wondering if you could sign off on the repairs since you’re the one who made the call. Turns out we have a rusty pipe that’s on its last leg.”
Your smug hum makes him grip the table’s edge, “Oh right. I did,”
She skips over with a clipboard, “Just sign here and here.”
“How did you figure the bathroom was busted?” Aizawa asks, brow raised.
“Um—lucky guess?” He chuckles, his leg bouncing as he approaches his orgasm. Still sensitive from earlier, “I used it a few days ago and noticed some leaking.”
He picks up the pen with a shaky hand, “Down here?”
“Yes sir.”
“Right,down.Close.” He nudges your cheek with his knee, and you catch on, swallowing around him.
Signing the form, the sidekick nods her head and walks out of the office.
Bobbing your head faster, Hitoshi tried to look like his usual self while simultaneously fighting for his life.
“Anyways, Toshi, I’ll see you later,” Aizawa waves over his shoulder as he walks to the door. “Oh right, forgot the files.” He comes back, grabs the files, and waves at him, “Damn insomnia.”
“No,” Shinsou chokes, “I’m-“
His fist suddenly slams on the table when he cums, filling your mouth and throat up, “Shit,” he grunts.
“Are you okay?” Aizawa asks, noticing the flush on his face.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Crampsagain.”
“Ugh, get that checked out before you go on patrol later.” He says before shutting the door.
Shinsou grabs you by your braids and pulls you out just as you’re wiping your lips. “You think you’re so slick, don’t you. Doing that shit with my boss in the room.”
You grin at him, “Was just trying to please you, sir.”
Shinsou rolls his eyes and lets you go to pull up his pants, “You better leave before anyone catches on.”
You pull your pants the rest of the way and tie up your braids, “But what if people are watching?”
“Better bounce, bunny.”
“Ugh,” you scoff and open the window, “If I get arrested, I’m totally killing you.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
With that, you’re gone, using your quirk to slide down the side of the building. Shinsou watches from above as you reach the ground and blend into the crowd.
He thinks you’re a little crazy, but then again, so is he.
*
Shinsou comes knocking on your window almost immediately after his patrol starts, and you’re getting out of the shower.
You slide it open for him to drag himself inside.
“Dude, I have a front door,” you chastise while locking the window.
“I don’t need people seeing me coming in here,” he scoffs.
Whiskey meows at him, a disapproving glare on his speckled face.
“Is he still mad at me?”
“Very,” you bend down and scratch Whiskey’s ears. Shinsou sees your bare pussy underneath the towel, still wet and glistening from the shower. He comes up behind you and grabs a good chunk of your behind, making you jolt upright into his chest.
“You’re already all clean for me, bunny,” he whispers into your ear and gropes your chest over the towel.
You huff and wave your hand, causing his scarf to tighten around his neck and choke him. It tugs him to your dining chair and ties him to it.
You put your hands on your hips, “Not so fast, I have a few rules of my own.”
Shinsou coughs, trying to catch his breath from the impromptu choking, “Rules?”
“Yep. Don’t worry it’s not affecting our little agreement. But this power dynamic, yeah it’s not working for me.”
“So what is it you want? And did I have to be tied up for this?”
“Yes. So first of all, youbottom at least three times a week.”
“No,” he chokes again when his scarf wraps around his neck.
You let up on the scarf, “What was that?”
“Once a week.”
“No. Or I’m getting back on my shit and youwon’t get a lick of sleep.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” “Try me.”
“Twice a week.” “I wonder if the bank’s closed tonight. I should go check,” you walk away from Hitoshi towards your room.
“Get back here! Y/n! Fine! But I decide the days.”
“That’s fair. Also, stop hitting me in the face unless I ask for it. Fucking hard hands.”
You let up on his binds so he can stand.
Making his way towards you, Hitoshi starts shedding the layers of his costume, “You still need to get punished for what you did today.”
“Why? I just wanted to see you,” you whine with a pout.
“You’re a ‘villain’ walking up the building of a heroagency! That’s extremely reckless. Then you thought it’d be funny to suck me off with my bossin the office.”
“You mean your Dad?”
“Shut up.”
“You’re the one who asked me to go under the desk. What did you expect?”
“For you to not be a little shit.”
“Guess you have low expectations then.” “Not really, I did choose you, didn’t I?” “You forced me.” “I didn’t force you to do anything. You could’ve said stop, no, or red, and I would’ve. But you didn’t. Lucky for me, today’s Friday. So go and wait for me on the bed, bunny. Remove the towel.”
You kiss your teeth but turn anyway, entering your bedroom. Whiskey meows and tries to follow you, but Hitoshi picks him up by his belly, “Nope, not safe for kitty eyes.”
‘Meow.’
“I’ll give you treats if you can wait about thirty minutes, little guy.”
“Mrow.”
“Good boy,” he chuckles, scratching under his chin.
Whiskey purred softly before trotting away towards the windowsill in the living room.
Opening the door, he rolled his eyes as you sat on the bed in your towel, rubbing cocoa butter on your skin.
“Didn’t I say, remove the towel?” “Ever heard of self-care? Clearly not cause…look at you.”
“What’s wrong with me?”
You look him up and down, “Let’s not get into it.”
“I think I take pretty good care of myself thank you very much.”
“If you don’t believe in yourself, then who will?”
“Rude,” he huffs.
“You like it,” you grin, sticking your tongue at him.
‘Maybe I do…,’ he thinks but shakes the thought away, ‘it’s just business.’
You finish up and close the tub, setting it on your nightstand, “Now I’m ready.”
“Lose the towel,” he demands.
You pull it off and drop it on the ground, exposing your naked body to him, “We’re not doing the scarf today?”
“Nah, just don’t take my head off.”
“No promises,” you lay against your numerous pillows and squishmallows, legs open for him. “Well?”
Shinsou rolls his eyes and sits on the side of the bed in his boxers “Start counting.”
You frown, confused, “Counting? For what?”
“You decided that you wanted to be a brat today, so I’ll treat you like one. Get over my knee and start counting.
“You can’t be serious,” you scoff and start laughing. When you see his face, your laughter dies down, “Oh, we’re really doing that?”
He raises a brow.
“Damn. Okay.”
You crawl over and drape yourself over his knee, “I feel ridiculous.”
He rubs his hand over the meat of your ass. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fun, for me at least. Now count.”
His calloused hand swiftly hit your cheeks, the flesh jiggling from the impact.
“Fuck! One,” you gasp and squirm, but he’s keeping you still with one hand on your lower back.
“Color?”
“Ugh, green. Let’s get this over—“ you yelp when Hitoshi hits you again in the exact same spot, making it sting,but in a good way, “Two.”
“Good. Breathe, bunny,” he coos as he massages the sore spot a few times, “You’re doing great.”
“Doesn’tfeelgreat,” you mumble, then shout again when he spanks you again, “Fuck! Ow!”
“I said, count.”
“Three. Y-yellow…”
“What’s wrong? Was it too hard?”
You nod and sniffle.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I’ll ease up, okay? You’re just not used to it yet,” he gently pats your ass, watching it jiggle, “Would it help if I said you have a nice ass?”
You look over your shoulder at him with annoyed, slightly red eyes, “You’re the worst.”
“Don’t look so sour.” He pats your ass rhythmically, and you giggle,” Ready to continue?”
“Mhm. Yeah.”
He winds up and spanks you again, “How many is that bunny?”
“Four,” you grit out, clenching your fists but enduring.
“You can take one more for me, right bunny? Last one, I promise.” He hits you again
“Fuck, five.” “Good girl,” he coos, chuckling. “That’s all for today. You’re gonna have to build tolerance.” His fingers ghost your entrance as he’s surprised to find slick there, “This getting you wet, bunny?”
“Shuddup,” you huff, then hiss when he strokes your ass with his other hand.
“It’s okay to admit you like it.” He smacks you again on the last word.
“Ah what that fuck! You said we’re done with that!”
“Ilied.”
You realize he’s using your line against you, “Bastard, let me go!”
He lets you wiggle off him and crawl onto the bed, flopping onto your stomach, “Now I can’t lie down cause my ass hurts.”
Shinsou reaches out and gently caresses your ass, “I’ll rub some salve on it later.”
You hum, relaxing into his touch, “You’re real nice to me considering I’m a ‘villain’. Why?”
Shinsou takes a second to think, “No idea. I don’t really think you’re a villain, just someone who needs a little extra help. I told you I won’t take you in and I won’t, but I’m also not doing this for free.”
You laugh into the sheets, “You’re doing it at the expense of my poor ass and pussy.”
“I don’t see you complaining.”
“Cause if I do you’ll be all ‘ooohhhh mind control’”
“What the fuck was that voice?”
You roll over and hiss softly, facing him, “That’s you, ‘oh I’m MindFuck and I can control minds but I can’t get bitches’” you deepen your voice to mock him.
“Excuse me, I get bitchesokay? And my hero name is MindJack, get it right.”
“Or what, you’ll spank me again? Please. I could make this whole building collapse on you and all I get is a spanking.”
“I would, but you can’t take it. Anyways,” Hitoshi starts before getting cut off by a yawn.
“Hero work got you stressed,” you laugh.
“Shut up, I work the graveyard shift and my boss won’t let me rest.”
“You mean your absolute dilf of a dad?”
“Please stop.”
“How would he feel about a three-way? Never taken it up the ass before but for him?” You fan yourself and wolf whistle.
“Gross.”
“How old is he, by the way?”
“Stop….”
“I just wanna know. For research purposes.”
“Just lay down. I’ll be right back.”
Glaring at him, you give him a ‘really?’ look.
“On your stomach, bunny. I’ll be right back.”
After about five minutes, Hitoshi made his way back into the room with a tube in his hand. “I’m back.” “Where were you?” “Getting stuff from my bag and then Whiskey decided to hide in my scarf.” “Silly kitty.”
“It’s gonna feel cold but it’ll help the pain.” “Alright,” you mumble as the sound of the gel squirting from the tube fills the room before a cold sensation makes itself known on your cheeks. “Shit! Did you have that thing in a freezer?!”
“I told you it’d feel cold. Also, no I didn’t.”
Rubbing the cream into your ass, you sigh gently as his hands start to soothe the slowly dulling pain.
“Feel better?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you mumble, moving so you’re laying on your side against your pillow, “Thanks.”
He caps the tube, “No problem.”
“Thought we were gonna fuck? Punishment and all that.”
He yawns again, “Punish yourself, I’m tired.”
You watch him stretch out on your bed, arms behind his head.
“Hey, your tall ass is taking up like half the bed. Shift.”
He ignores you, so you roll him onto his side, grunting loudly, “What the fuck? You’re heavy. Christ, where is it all?”
“Muscle, bunny. Weighs more than fat.” He says and rolls back over so he’s looking up at you, “And as you can see, I’ve got a lot of it.”
You roll your eyes, “Whatever. Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
“I’m taking a well-deserved break.Wake me up in like three hours.”
“Assuming I don’t fall asleep myself, sure.” You lay next to him, staring at the ceiling, “This is so weird.”
“You’re telling me, why do you have so many of these shits?” He starts pushing your squishmallows onto the floor to make room.
“My babies!” You cry out and smack his arm, “You’re fucking up my bed vibes.”
“What is it with women and having a billion things on the bed?” He throws the cat across the room, and it hits the door.
“You monster! And I thought you loved cats.”
“I do. Your plushy was just taking up too much space.”
“As opposed to you? This is mybed! You’ve got a lot of nerve coming—“
He presses his pointer finger to your mouth, “Shh, shh, shh, sleep now, yell later.”
“Whatever.” You huff and lay back down, turning your back to him.
“You smell nice,” Shinsou mumbles.
“Get out.”
“Noooooo.” He throws his heavy ass arm over you, “You do though.”
“Thanks, I guess,” you mumble, feeling a little awkward.
The hand on your waist trails down your stomach towards your crotch.
“Shinsou…what are you doing?”
“Making my bunny feel good.”
Mewling softly, you tilt your head back as he starts toying with your clit and kissing your shoulder.
“Said you were tired.”
“Forpunishment, everything else is fine. Just let it happen.”
“Ugh, you sound like a creep,”
He hums against your skin, still rubbing your clit. “You like this creep.”
You let out an irritated sound but let him do his thing, bending your leg up. Shinsou pushes his arm into the back of your knee so he can keep touching you while sucking and kissing your neck and shoulder.
“Shinsou,” you whine.
“Hitoshi,” he replies.
“What?”
“My name’s Hitoshi.”
“Hitoshi…okay.”
Grinding against his fingers, you both let out a gasp as his tip, for a moment, latched onto your opening.
“Shin….Hitoshi, I want you—”
“I’m right here, bunny. I’ve got you,” he grunts, “Can you put it in?”
You nod and reach between the two of you, wrapping your fingers around him and pressing it to your hole.
Hitoshi hissed gently before slowly pushing in, relishing as your warm walls massaged him.
He starts moving before you can get used to it. You arch back and blindly grip his muscular thigh.
“Fuck, Hitoshi,” you whimper.
“Shh, it’s okay, bunny.”
Gently thrusting into you, he continued rubbing at your clit as he made sure to hit your g-spot. “So good….”
“You like this, huh, bunny?”
Hitoshi moved his hand that toyed with your clit towards your breast and groped the flesh before teasing your nipple.
“Uh-huh,” you mewl.
Continuing his thrusts and teasing, he kissed along your neck and grinned as your eyes squeezed shut.
“Fuck, ‘Toshi,” you whimper.
“Yes, bunny?”
“G-gonna cum. I’m close. Please.”
“Cum, bunny. Fuck, I’m right behind you.”
The hand under your head turns your face towards him, letting you see him.
“Kiss me,” he rasps, pressing his lips against yours.
You kiss him back, gripping his hair behind you and cumming with a hoarse shout.
His hips stutter a little as he teeters towards his release, “Bunny. Y/n,” he grits his teeth, “I wanna cum in you. Can I? Please.”
You moan at the desperation in his voice, “Yeah,”
He cums when you dig your nails in his thigh, practically exploding inside you. You can feel his dick throbbing and him trembling against your back.
When he’s done, he puts your leg down and keeps his softening cock inside.
“Fuck,” he sighs, “M’so fucking tired.”
You make a move to shift but his hand on your hip stops you, “Let’s stay like this.”
“Ew, no. It’s gonna be a nightmare in the morning.”
He just pulls you closer and sighs, “Don’t care.”
You relax into the touch and adjust your bonnet a bit, feeling yourself get sleepy too.
*
The next morning you groggily rub your eyes as you look around your room. Checking your alarm clock, you realize it’s about 6:30 in the morning. Turning over, you look at Hitoshi who’s sleeping peacefully.
‘He looks cute like this. Cute?! No, he’s just tired…’, you think to yourself as you softly stroked his cheek before pulling away as he stirs.
“Morning bunny,” he mumbles, his deep morning voice reverberating through you. “What time is it?”
“Um, a-about six-thirty,” you mumble, flustered by his deep voice.
“What?!” he gasps, eyes shooting open. Pulling away from you, he scrambles out of the bed and scampers around your room, hastily putting his hero suit back on. “Shit, shit, shit! Dad is gonna killme!”
Watching him scramble around, you grab a pair of underwear and an oversized t-shirt before going to the dining room and start making some tea and Whiskey’s food.
Smiling to yourself, you find humor in his chaos as he finally gets his pants and scarf on, watching him from your couch. Putting on his boots, Hitoshi makes his way over to you and does something you’d never expect.
He kisses your cheek.
It happens so fast you don’t have time to react. You just feel his lips for a millisecond too long then it’s gone.
Climbing out of your window, Shinsou looks back at you, “I’ll see you later,” and then he’s gone.
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.”
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.”
“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 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.
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!”
“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.”
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.
“I love her, Doc. She’s absolutely everything to me.” Shinso was leaned back against the plush chair, sitting relaxed with his hands behind his head. He stared at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact.
“I’m glad you’ve found someone to share your time with Shinso.”
Shinso couldnt help but smirk, just a bit. “I want to share my whole life with her, she’s beyond everything I’d ever hope to find in a partner.” He closed his eyes and pictured your face, your sweet eyes. Your bubbly laugh that sends shivers down his spine. “The other day was perfect. She finally came to my place. We laid on the couch, under a huge pile of blankets. We barely watched the movie I put on. Her lips hardly left mine to breathe.”
“You’re talking like there is an issue, your tone, Shinso…”
“You’re right, damn you are good aren’t you?” Shinso leaned forward on his knees and stared directly into the eyes of the shivering, flustered doctor. His cold violet glare pierced the nerves of the hostage, but the doctor’s words remained calm.
“You can always talk to me Shinso, you’re safe here.”
Shinso’s eyes flicked around the room for a moment, before fixing them back onto the Dr. “Well I suppose the issue is it’s not enough for me.” He clasped his hands together, his knuckles turning white. “Sure I know she likes me back, maybe even loves me…” The picture of your perfect body walking out of his apartment in the morning made anger boil up inside him. “There’s always an excuse, she’s off to ‘work’ she’s meeting a 'friend’ for 'coffee’” He used air quotations, like he was mocking you. “But I don’t want her to leave I want her to stay with me, why can’t she feel the same way I do?”
“Well…” The doctor started to speak. “Have you had a conversation with her?” He wanted so desperately to push the emergency button under his desk, to have security sweep into the room and free him from his wrist restraints.
“Of course I have, that’s why I’m here today. I don’t know why but the conversation went south fast.” The doctor noticed that Shinso was starting to genuinely look concerned.
“Walk me through what happened… maybe I can offer some insight.”
Shinso seemed to relax again and settled back into the chair. “I took her out on a date, we had a lot of fun. She had some wine at dinner, and asked to come back to my apartment. I was ecstatic.” Shinso almost seemed like he might start tearing up, his voice cracking just enough for a proffesional to notice. “But the next morning she had errands to run, and I asked her the big question. Will you move in with me? I thought I’d feel better if she was going to come back to me. Ya know?”
“And she… rejected your offer?” The Dr was able to get part of the hand released from the bonds, he had to move slowly so that his patient wouldn’t notice his sudden freedom.
“She said that she would think about it. I panicked Dr okay? I panicked!” Shinso was yelling now. He covered his face in frustration, clawing at his skin.
The Dr stopped moving towards the emergency button. “Shinso… what did you do? You can tell me, I won’t judge you.”
“Stop moving, and turn off your recording device.” Shinso’s voice was chilling, deep and full of calm rage. The Dr couldn’t help but follow his commands, his mind fogging over. The Dr reached for the recorder and shut it off before leaning back in his chair, sitting eerily still. Shinso smashed the machine with his fist. “I know that she’ll be happier with me, we’re moving out of the city this weekend. I think some country air should do us good. I just needed to get off of my chest, help the guilt some you know? I’m not delusional. I know tying up your girlfriend and keeping her in a closet is probably a bad look for a pro hero…”
He stood over the Drs slack jawed face, feeling no remorse for his actions. “But I feel good about my choice. Thanks for being such a good listener Doc. Now swallow your fucking tongue.”
Shinso and ________ had been best friends for some time now, yet when Shinso gets a girlfriend, their friendship slowly deteriorates. With the heartbreaking realization that her feelings for Shinso were stronger than she thought, she has no other option but to walk away from Shinso before she gets hurt even further. What she didn’t expect was for Todoroki Shoto to be there to pick up the pieces.
snyopsis: y/n always winds up in the same corner of the third floor of the library, studying near the guy who always has his headphones in. and the one that always smiles at them in a silent greeting.
content:college au, smiley shinso, nerdy y/n, greek myth references at the end bc IM a nerd
word count: 1.7k
a/n: 5/5 of my 500 follower celebration. last fic ahh!! I had a lot of fun planning the event out and working on all of the fics :) thank you guys for supporting my blog!! i love reading through your reblog tags or seeing your responses, they truly make my day and motivate me to write more!! luv u <3
Oh, him again.
It’d only been a few weeks since Y/N had finally found their favorite spot in the library. They remembered an upperclassmen commenting that the higher up you went, the quieter each floor was. This particular library on campus had five floors, but Y/N found that in a small corner of the library, where there was one table and four armchairs, was usually perfectly abandoned and just the right amount of quiet.
Apparently someone else had discovered this, too, because the purple haired boy was somehow always there when Y/N arrived every week, earbuds in and attentively staring at his laptop in an armchair or reading at the table.
At first Y/N was scared they were stealing his spot—they usually sat as far away from him as possible so as to not annoy him—but the second time they showed up he offered them a small smile. Y/N decided to take it as a friendly sign, and they smiled back tentatively.
It was sort of hard to be far away from each other, since the area was a bit small, but Y/N did their best to stay out of his way. He sometimes took naps during his break times, and Y/N would move quietly so as to not wake him. He usually dozed off when Y/N was deep in the study-zone, and he snored softly, which is how Y/N would notice he’d fallen asleep. Then they were touched for a bit, realizing he must trust them somewhat enough to fall asleep near them. This perception was quickly destroyed when Y/N discovered he was a light sleeper, though.
It was now almost time for finals, and Y/N was determined to escape the hectic atmosphere of the dorm rooms and escape to the library.
They almost ran into the purple haired boy, who was also just arriving.
“Sorry,” he said quietly, keeping in mind the quietness around them both. He smiled before setting his things down at one end of the table, and Y/N smiled back at him as they settled down on the opposite side.
He plugged in his headphones and got to work, and Y/N did, too. They always felt oddly motivated to study near him—they’d tried studying with their friends a few times, but they got…distracted easily. And studying alone was something that they’d become accustomed to, for a while, but now that earbuds guy was always around, Y/N became used to the presence of someone else.
They both stayed in their area the entire afternoon, only leaving to use the restroom or to stretch for a bit. Y/N loved walking through the shelves of books, idly noting authors and running their fingers against the book’s spines gently. Sometimes they ate a small snack, but they usually held off on eating until their study session was over.
In the middle of reviewing a new topic, they heard the now familiar sound of purple haired boy’s snoring. They peeked at him from behind their laptop to see him fast asleep on top of his books, his face mostly hidden as he rested his head in his arms. He looked so peaceful, Y/N was envious. How he could just fall asleep so easily they’d never know.
He awoke just as Y/N was finishing up reviewing the topic, yawning quietly. His movement caught Y/N’s eye, and they glanced over to see he was staring right back at them.
They quickly looked away, intently scrolling on their laptop through lecture notes and review sheets frantically.
Purple haired guy let out what sounded like a quiet laugh, but Y/N was sure they’d hallucinated. Too many hours in this library.
They started to gather their things, and realized he was doing the same. Y/N tried to pretend he wasn’t there, intent on not subconsciously slowing down to let him leave first so they wouldn’t have to take the elevator together.
Y/N darted for the stairs as soon as they were done collecting their things, weaving in and out of the bookshelves. The stairs were actually a bit nice—the windows showcased nice views of campus.
The purple haired guy had reached them first. He held the door open for Y/N, who mumbled a thanks and hurriedly started their descent, suddenly very desperate to get away from the guy who looked ridiculously cute when he was sleeping. Horrified by their own creepy thought, Y/N all but burst out of the library and ran back to their room, slamming the door shut behind them as though someone were chasing them.
They avoided the library for a week after that, instead choosing the study lounge in their dorm, which was tolerable during finals season, and with headphones, even more so. They spent the rest of the week there, although their eyes were constantly scanning around the room in case someone was coincidentally friends with the library boy and had invited them over to the dorm lounge, which Y/N knew was an irrational thought to have.
They found themselves back in the library before their last exam, though. It was just so tranquil there, among the books, they couldn’t help it.
Purple haired boy was right where he always was, sitting at the far right end of the table with his things splayed out around him.
When he noticed Y/N he gave them a wider smile than usual and shuffled a few of his things closer, knowing Y/N also liked to have their things surround them as they studied. Y/N brightened at his show of kindness and offered him a much cheerier smile than usual before setting their things down and getting to work.
“Missed you the past week.” Y/N almost jumped at his words. The most they’d ever spoken to one another was that time they almost ran into each other.
“I was trying out the study lounge at my dorm,” Y/N answered, waiting for their laptop to turn on. “It was fine, I guess.”
He smiled at them, again. Two in one day? Damn Y/N and you thought of trying out a cafe instead of the library.
“Do you come here every day?” Y/N asked, genuinely curious. He always seemed to be here when Y/N showed up.
“Usually, yeah. I do my homework here everyday, and study when I need to.” They’d both abandoned their notes for a second, turning to face each other better in their seats. Y/N had never really noticed it before, but he had noticeable eyebags, which somehow made his eye color more vibrant and made him look more attractive.
They held back any emotion of embarrassment on their face at the thought.
“I’m Y/N,” they said, fearful they’d blurt out “You’re hot!” instead.
“Shinso Hitoshi,” he replied, eyes never leaving theirs. “Do you like cafes, Y/N?”
“You know, I almost started studying here regularly instead of the library.”
Shinso and Y/N were at their usual table in the cafe a few blocks off campus. After Shinso had invited them over after their study session, Y/N had fallen even more in love with the atmosphere, and they spent some days there doing homework together. It had been months since their first real conversation, adn right after that the winter semester had ended and they’d had winter break, so they didn’t see each other again until the start of next semester.
Now they switched up their study sessions and homework sessions regularly, agreeing where to meet over text. Shinso had picked the cafe today, saying he was in the mood for some coffee, which he always seemed to be.
“But then we never would have met,” Shinso said, in a voice devoid of any emotion indicating this made him sad. But Y/N had learned to read him the past few weeks—his eyes were twinkling as he teased them.
“I know, right? Lucky I like the library so much, like a huge nerd.”
“And lucky I talked to you first.”
“I was going to talk to you eventually!” Y/N said indignantly, scoffing when Shinso laughed into his coffee cup. “I’m just shy!”
“Are you, or do I make you shy?” He was watching them in what appeared to be a nonchalant way—Y/N couldn’t decipher what he was thinking.
“Shut up,” they mumbled, failing to hide a sheepish smile. Shinso nudged his foot with theirs under the table.
“Remember when you practically ran away when you looked at me after I woke up?” He laughed at the memory. “I’ve never seen anyone pack up their things so quickly.”
Y/N had no retort for that. They focused back on their laptop, staring at their blank word doc.
Thankfully they were just getting ahead on homework today, and nothing was due this week. Doing work in the cafe was always a bit lazier, since Shinso was more talkative when he was caffeinated and Y/N loved to try the pastries they sold and got distracted by the extensiveness of their options.
“Hey.” Another nudge to the foot.
Y/N glanced up at Shinso, who was staring at them attentively from his side of the small table. “Wanna go out for dinner?”
Y/N froze. “Sure, if you’re buying.”
He laughed again, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile. “Is this like your fourth cup of coffee? You’re so friendly I should switch out your vitamins for caffeine pills.”
“I’d die,” Shinso said stoically. “And I meant that in a date way, Y/N.”
“Huh?Huh?”
“I’ll pick you up at seven, hows that sound?”
“Fine,” Y/N answered quickly, not wanting Shinso to think he’d caught them off guard. He was always trying to do that, and it was endearingly annoying. “Will we be crossing the river Styx together? Should I dress in all black?”
“Wha—”
“You said you’d die, and meant that in a date way,” Y/N explained slowly, as though Shinso were inebriated and not just caffeinated. “So, when is Thanatos coming?”
“Y/N I swear you’re too much of a nerd sometimes.”
They laughed, nudging his foot under the table. One point for Y/N.
✸ BAKUGO huffs out a laugh when your head comes to rest on his shoulder not even halfway through the movie youinsisted on watching. if you were awake, he’d say “i told you so,” but he was willing to set his competitive nature aside to shamelessly stare at your sleeping figure. while the sight of you resting so tranquilly was one he could swear he’d never get tired of, he’d rather you not wake up with a sore neck due to what had to have been an uncomfortable position. so he carefully slides a hand beneath your head, slipping out from under you before hooking his arm below your knees and effortlessly carrying you back to the bedroom. he’s quick to shut off the tv and lights before joining you on the mattress and wrapping you in his warmth.
✸ DEKU only realizes you’ve knocked out when you fail to answer his question even after he repeats himself. he figures either the soothing circles he was tracing on your arm or the sound of his voice as he rambled on about the book he was reading must have lulled you asleep. your head had made a home on his lap and the rise and fall of your chest was steady with slumber. the last thing he wants to do is wake you, so he leaves you be, keeping as still as he can as he reaches over to grab the blanket hanging from the arm of the couch. unfolding it comes as a bit of a challenge, but he easily drapes the fabric over you, brushing any hair away from your forehead to place a kiss on the skin.
✸ SERO smiles and pulls out his phone, seeing it as an opportunity to expand the content of his camera roll. he even goes as far as making cute little poses, but nothing enough to disturb you; like forming half of a heart with his hand and holding it up to your cheek with a goofy grin playing at his lips as he presses the shutter button. when he’s had his fun using you as a model, he browses through each photo he’s taken before he lands on the one he likes the most, setting it as his new lock screen. he knows you’ll end up giving him shit for it the next morning, and while the does smirk that appears on his face whenever you point an accusing finger at him for taking unflattering pictures of you is inevitable, he truly does find you beautiful when you’re asleep.
✸ SHINSOU is more than familiar with your tendency to crawl on top of him and get comfortable as if you were one of his beloved feline friends. though, your cheek is usually pressed to his chest so that you can see the television. if not that, your chin rests on his sternum as you tell him about your day, your fingers leisurely running through his hair. so when you’re unimpressed groans at the events playing out on your favorite show fail to fill the room, shinsou’s focus turns from his phone to your unmoving figure. the light that reflects in your irises as you stare intently at the screen is missing, traded in for closed eyelids and thick eyelashes brushing against the tops of your cheeks. he silently smiles, locking his phone and setting it to the side before wrapping his arms around you to join you in dreamland.
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Another a/n: My first series will be about the reader finding her old burn book which isn’t really a burn book but a smut book, describing and rating her college day sex adventures with the BNHA AND HQ Men. It will include a one shot obvvv and ima post pics of the book pages I’m quite excited to do them bc of the xtra craft aspect lol!!
Now Denki was a lot of things… and just recently he’d like to add- a fucking pervert.
Yes it was an accident— at first. You see when he heard your usually firm voice so needy and breathless as you called for your boyfriend- Hitoshi, his best friend and roommate– it shook his world.
His and Hitoshi’s room are side by side so it wasn’t uncommon for him to hear you two whispering or laughing, but nothing like this. He wondered if you two were having a fight and the thought made Kaminari sad, hoping you two could resolve whatever problem had arisen because you sounded so vulnerable. Did Hitoshi really manage to crack your tough interior?
The answer to that was yes, but oh you two weren’t fighting. The moan that is ripped from your lungs after that proves that you two sure as hell were not fighting. It shocked Kaminari so much that he slightly jerked back as if he was caught playing porn out loud.
That didn’t stop him from shakily climbing on to his bed and pressing his ear against the wall, unsure but overly intrigued. That’s when he could really hear it. The creaking of the floor. The bed springs. The gasps. The skin on skin slapping.
He was so stunned he just stayed there on all fours, ear pressed to the cold wall, listening but not listening at the same time. Just trying to process what was happening.
“—holy fuck Toshi please fuck me more!”
“That’s it use your fucking words, slut!”
Kaminari couldn’t believe his ears, you sounded nothing like your normal dominant, blunt self. To think that Hitoshi was fucking you so well on the other side of that wall that it was reducing you to a sub mess made the blond flush red. That and hearing his best friend’s tone that was normally so nonchalantly, filled with rugged passion and such mean words fully sent him over. He didn’t realize he was aroused until his hard-on started pressing against the wall.
He flicked his eyes down at it then back at the wall, no no no don’t, he thought. But a particularly loud slap of what he assumed was Hitoshi’s hips against your ass made you squeal,“d-daddy!”
Hitoshi and he both groaned at the same time and that was enough to have the blond absentmindedly pushing his jeans and underwear down. His mouth fell open as he messily grasped his cock, pumping it clumsily a few times to spread his precum.
“Yea- fuck- take all this cock. You’re doing so good, baby.”
Kaminari had to cup a hand over his mouth to stop his own wine at the lavender haired man’s praise. His gruff, lust bound voice also did nothing to slow down the dribbling precum that was drenching his cock. You two sounded like you were straight out of a porno movie, so kinky and forbidden. It had him growing desperate and he needed more, so he grabbed the nearest item to him- a crisp white pillow. He placed it against his crotch and the wall before he placed his ear back against the wall too.
He caught on to the rolling of Hitoshis hips, finding the rhythm through the loud slapping and mimicking it as he started to hump the pillow. It was almost like he was there with you two, but that didn’t stop him from wondering how you two looked.
You were probably on all fours while his best friend brought you against his erect cock. He wondered how you looked bare. Wondered if you had your hair down and bouncing with each thrust that you took.
He even wondered how good Hitoshi probably looked. Would he be flushed red? Hair matted down? Did he look mad while he was degrading you — something Kaminari did NOT think he was capable of nor something that you would want.
The lack of knowledge and suprise of how nasty your and Hitoshi’s sexual life was left way too much room for intrperatation up for the blond. His mind came up with nasty scenarios of Hitoshi using his quirk on you to get you to submit as he began to thrust his pulsating cock faster against the soft fabric.
He wanted to be there for fucks sake and his neck was starting to hurt from his crouched position, but was he going to stop? No, not when it sounded like you’re close to sobbing, begging ‘Toshi!’ to choke you because you’re about to cum and him obliging while his moans started to turn into deep, raspy grunts.
The blond is a mess, biting his lip so roughly to muffle his moans as he grasped the pillow with one hand. The other balled into a fist and against the wall as he thrusted more roughly even bringing the pillow to meet his hips and sensitive cock.
He completely drenched his pillow when you came loudly, overstimulating himself by rolling his hips and sliding his cock through his filth until Hitoshi came. A twitching mess is an understatement as he doubles over trying to catch his breath.
The shame doesn’t kick in until the next day when he came out to see you on the couch eating breakfast that you two had cooked.
“Morning’ breakfasts on the counter.” Hitoshi would grunt as he sat next to you.
“Left you the strawberry jam!” You said and he’s just beat red in the face, squealing out a thank you before running away.
Kaminari would love to say it was a one time thing. That it never happened again, but that was a fucking lie. At first he didn’t. He didn’t touch himself for a while as an act of punishment.
Until he catches you and Hitoshi making out on the couch, his hand hotly in your hair with a fat cock straining his joggers. That night starts the series of him jerking off and humping his pillow to the sound of you two fucking. For weeks, maybe even months.
And he was growing antsy. He wanted to up the stakes and had been thinking of how he to do so.
And then his perfect opportunity came.
One day he has the house to himself, Hitoshi having left to train with Koda, and his mind is working overtime to think of ways to actually see you two fucking. You know with his own eyes.
At first he liked the barrier of the wall, it shielding you two from knowing what a pervert he was. It also created a nice teaser, the whole he can hear but not see. However, his mind grew restless with thoughts of how you two looked and the dynamics of your sex life. He is fast to catch on to the Dom and Sub domains of it and it has been one of the most intriguing aspects of it. He thinks it is so hot that Hitoshi uses his quirk to control you, another idea he acted out in his head while stroking himself.
Finally, he comes up with the perfect plan: he is going to place a camera in Hitoshi’s room.
It is disgusting, sleezy, immoral? Yes, but he has justified it in his head. I mean you two are just so damn hot, how could he not want to watch you two with the way you guys are always putting on a show. Plus it’s better that it’s him and not anybody else right? He knows you feel comfy around him, the way you casually walk around the house in whatever attire proves that.
It’s just one time. He’ll watch it and then delete it. Never to do anything like this again.
That’s why he is currently sneaking down the hallway with a small camera in hand. His heart is pounding in his chest, hell, he almost feels like he will vomit as the adrenaline pushes him to open the door that is not his.
When he does it though, he is greeted with the combined smell of you two and he takes a moment to just stand in the doorway. He looks at the neatly made bed, the walls cluttered with books, games and other decor. That’s when he notices a cute little nook that can hide his camera right in between a digital clock and a picture of you two. It even seems to blend in well with the dark wall paper of the room.
After placing it, he sighs out of relief and hurries to escape not wanting to spend any more time there than he needs to. In the process though, he catches something on the floor close to the bed. It’s the color of lavender and it makes the man stutter step.
He walks a bit closer to it before looking over his shoulder again as if someone is watching. It does not stop him from moving further until he’s directly standing over it, dipping down to collect it in his hand.
It’s so soft and his mouth falls open when he fully unbundles it. To think you wear such sexy thongs for his roommate is enough to have him stuffing the fabric in his own pocket. Now he leaves the room with new found vigor as he dashes to his own bed.
As soon as he flops on it, he is digging the lacey pair of panties out of his pocket. He takes a moment to dangle it over his face before fisting it in his hand and bringing it to his nose. He wishes he didn’t like inhaling the scent of your dirty underwear, but he does. So much so that he inhales it again while pulling his cock out of his shorts.
He hasn’t been able to fuck anybody else since he started to partake in his perverted activities, probably the earth’s way of punishing him, and because of this his member is already leaking copious amounts of precum.
No matter how tight of a makeshift hole he makes with his two hands— making sure to have your panties in his hand while doing so— he still needs more. His hips thrust about desperately, fucking up into his hands like they were going somewhere.
Each nut only temporarily relieves him, painting the lavender panties over and over again until they’re beyond damp with his kids.
He can’t even drift off to sleep because he is getting a text from Sero saying to come over and play a new game he has gotten. The blond hoping it will take his mind off of his still raging but raw cock, says yes.
Even though he had an amazing time with Sero, Kiri, and Katsuki, his mind is still on you two when he gets home. As soon as he locks the door he feels like something is off. All the lights are off and it’s eerily quiet, but there’s a slight whimper in the distance.
For a moment Kaminari is happy, you two are fucking and he has placed the camera, so he will get his visual soon. He grabs a water bottle from the fridge and starts on to his room except something is weird.
As he walks towards his room and away from Hitoshi’s, it seems the noises only get louder, but then he sees his door slightly ajar. A little bit of light illuminates the dark hallways and his mouth goes a bit dry, but still he shakily pushes the door open and it’s all soo soo soo crystal clear.
At first he can only focus on your face. The way your eyes are low, red rimmed, and glassy as they try to focus, widening when they see him. Eyebrows scrunched together and redden lips agape so that your white teeth and pink tongue are on display– even more so when you squeal out his name, cheeks flushing an even darker shade of red.
“The fuckin star of the night is here!” Hitoshi’s rough voice pierces through the air and frightens the blond out of his trance that he is in, making him drop the water bottle which bounces on the floor. He is positioned behind you on his knees and is angrily staring at the blond, his eyes equally as low but more focused– deadly narrowed actually. His normally pale skin has splotches of red littered on it and his lips are equally as red, bruised.
“Wha-
Is all the blond can say before he is falling victim to the slope in your back, the way you are arched perfectly on all fours for the man behind you. Your skin stands out so mesmerizingly against his white sheets, looking so soft and glowing. You seem to only be wearing a thong and a white tank top.
“You see how he’s fucking staring at you!” Hitoshi is talking through clenched teeth as he yanks you up a bit more by the hair and you whimper.
“I- what ? No I mean you guys are on my bed like-
“Tell me Kam. Min. Nari. Do you put a camera in all your friends’ rooms?”
The man’s heart drops at the statement, let alone the punctuatedly aggressive tone and he’s instantly moving his arms around and stuttering, “NO!-
As soon as he utters that word he feels like his body is stiffening, mind going blank, but still all there. He knew exactly what this was.
“Come get on your knees in front of y/n.” The lavender haired man commands the blond who is under the deep confines of his quirk. His body moves immediately after, mounting the bed and staying on his knees so that you are level with his thighs.
There are a million questions swarming his mind like how can Hitoshi use his quirk on two people at the same time? How do you feel about being so exposed in front of the two men? Will his cock burst?
“You know we were about to fuck, but I luckily spotted the camera and well I was fucking mad. Then my dumb kitten here-
He brings a large palm down on your ass and you’re yelping, the blond can move his pupils to see the way your brown flesh rises in hives under the powerful slap. He continues though, “she said that it couldn’t have been you. She picked your side! So I come in here to yell at you, to show her the truth, and what do we fucking find!!?”
Suddenly the blond is falling forward just barely catching himself before he lands on you, Hitoshi has given him back control of his body, so he shakily scrambles to straighten up. However, not daring to move from the bed, out of fear and curiosity for what he is going to say.
“—THE FUCKING PANTIES, DID YOU FORGET?!” The yell makes him jump then shrieval up in his spot, he’s red everywhere. Ashamed and embarrassed as he flicks his eyes to his shaking hands.
“You doing perverted shit and my girlfriend standing up for you, what will I do with you two!”
“I didn’t take his side! All I said is that he- he- there might be more to this than him just looking at me!” You stumble over your words as you try to look at both men. A scoff comes directly from the deepest pits of Hitoshi’s stomach as he directs your face to look at the blonds crotch.
“Do you see that? You see how hard he is! That’s because he has a fucking crush on you and only you!”
This snaps Kaminari out of his trance and once he opens his mouth, the truth is coming out in fast pant like spurts. “No well yes but no! I maybe have a crush on y/n? But I have a crush maybe on you too Hitoshi? I actually never thought about it like that but I am attracted to you both. You both are so attractive and like after hearing you fucking through the wall for so many nights, I was intrigued especially about the dom and sub stuff and I know it’s nasty of me—— I’m sorry I’ll shut up.” His confidence dissipates when he sees the incredulous look you both are giving him.
For the first time of the night Hitoshi is silent as he looks at his best friend, “see!” You squeal, startling both men and sitting back on your hind legs to give your forearms some relaxation. With you almost leaning your back on your boyfriend’s chest, the blond can see your full chest which is only covered by a small white tank top. It leaves little to the imagination as nhe notices for the first time ever that your brown nipples are pierced with cute little hearts.
“I- can I…. watch you two sometime?”
It takes some warming up to mostly because Hitoshi didn’t like the approach Kaminari took in the beginning. However, this is also the reason why he is open to trying it out—- for revenge because the sleepy man knows Kaminari will not be able to handle what he has in store.
This starts to dawn on the blond as he is in the same position in his bed— on his knees in front of your face— for the last 30 mins as Hitoshi works his fingers deep in your pussy hole. His cock hurts so bad, no doubt having blue balls as he watches you take his fingers within you.
He lets out a stuttered breath when he flicks his eyes up and sees that Hitoshi is already looking at him. There seems to be sweat accumulating on the bridge of his nose, his hair already matted down under the intense heat filling the room. His arm is flexing and rippling under the slightest flick of the wrist and he can’t help the gasp that leaves his mouth under his friend’s intense gaze.
He is scared to lean over you yet he wants a better view at the man literally stretching you open. However, this leaves his mind when he sees the man retract his drenched digits, and finally pull down his underwear. His cock springs free and slaps dramatically against his abs, it’s so large and angry that Kaminari can’t stop himself from leaning forward. He needs a better look and he shudders when he gets it.
It has to be at least 10 inches and that’s putting it humbly. It’s girthy and looks like it is heavy, not to mention how aggressively prominent the veins are that are protruding up and along the soft, pale skin. Hitoshi is too busy lubricating his member with your arousal that he doesn’t see Kaminari in awe about his length. He does however catch him in time to see him now examining your puffy pussy, dripping and ready.
“I don’t recall saying to fucking move!” Hitoshi grumbles as he collects the soiled lavender thong that Kaminari had ejcualted in. He makes quick work of angrily stuffing them in The blonds mouth which he takes like the perverted champ he is. Only a slight blush dusting his cheeks and being seen so desperate even relishing the salty fabric.
The shaky breathless gasp that starts to bubble out of you as he begins to push inside makes the blond groan, “fuckkk.” He tries to say, only the fabric makes it hard as he begins to wet it with his spit. Your gasps turn loud untamed moans when he fully submerges inside you as you watch the blond try to moan around the fabric without gagging. You always feel so stuffed when he is inside you and you love it all the moree with the audience if you are being honest. It all makes you weak, mind fogging as you try to stay in place to take it all in.
He’s always so ruthless when you’re in doggy not to mention when he’s dishing out punishments. His sporadic thrusts to your gspot as he brings you back on his cock with both palms clamped to your hips proves that.
He’s shredding you and Kami is utterly aroused and… jealous to see you experiencing such pleasure. To see you on the receiving end of Hitoshi’s sadistic actions not even under his quirk which he almost lost his mind when he found out.
The next thing is all happening in slow motion, Hitoshi delivers a particularly rough thrust and you’re hiccuping on your words. Tears welding in your already glassy eyes, strands of hair falling in your face as you babble, “T-Toshi too much ‘ts too much!”
Kaminari is stretching his hand out, lost in your eyes, absentmindedly reaching to move the strand from your face. Just as he touches the delicate strand his wrist is being grasped in Hotshi’s large hand, tightly.
“Who said you could fucking touch her?” He growls and the man whimpers, eyes low as he looks up and into his hard, bagged rimmed eyes. You wiggle your ass back into your boyfriend’s hips, prompting him to keep moving while saying, “don’t be so mean to him!” He is quickly ridding the man of his gag, so that he can hear what he is trying to say.
“It’s okay. Be rough with me like you are with her.” Kami is talking in a trance, pupils blown out on just lust and surprising you two. It is hot to see Kami under such a spell and you know your boyfriend feels the same by the twitching of his cock.
“Go ahead and touch yourself, fucking pervert.” He demands, but deep down he wants to see it too. The blond is wide eyed and nodding, clumsily sliding his joggers down to free is beyond drenched cock. He takes it in his right hand and begins to pump the whole length, not patient enough to give teasing actions to his tip.
He doesn’t need to. His whole length is engorged and sensitive and whiny broken moans are falling from his lips at the first strokes of friction. They mix in with your moans, Hitoshi having started to rub you neglected clit while still smashing into your abused hole.
He watches as Kaminari brokenly tugs at his long, cute cock while you launch forward with each of his thrust. Your eyes ogling his friends’ pretty, leaky cock in front of you.
“Come on, pretty girl, I know you’re close. Cum for daddy. If you cum hard I’ll let you suck his cock.” This has the blond gaping almost cumming when he sees you nodding eagerly. You wanted to pop his cock into your mouth the moment you saw it straining and wetten his jeans.
“Wanna cum! Wanna cum for you both to watch— oh god!” You shriek as you begin to squeeze around his cock. Walls quaking as you shake, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Mouth falling ajar. You can;t believe this is happening and that it is so damn good.
“Fuck kitten, your making a mess of his bed!” Your boyfriend states with his voice, for the first time ever, showing signs of breathlessness.
You continue to rock with him, wanting to push your climax further which has the blond stroking himself faster. He watches as hot cum drips around Hitoshi’s cock and lap until it drops to the bed. He removes his fingers from your clit and grabs Kami by the chin with one hand and shoves his wet fingers in his mouth with the other.
He lewdly moans as he looks up at the man with puppy dog eyes, opening his mouth to further take the man’s fingers inside. You take the opportunity to wrap your lips around his salty tip, still being fucked into by Hitoshi who is making Kami drool around his long fingers.
It is so much for him to handle. His best friend fucking his mouth with his long skilled fingers, push so far that he gags and has drool splatting on his chest. This while you simalutanously engulf him in your own throat, taking him all the way and not focusing on the burn that it provides– too busy being fucked stupid.
“Dirty fucking boy. What a slut you are too huh?” Hitoshi chastises gripping his chin tighter, “you wanna be another toy for me to use huh?”
That’s the last straw for Kaminari because he’s panting your face with hot, thick ribbons of cum. The scene quite erotic to Hitoshi, you gloriously covered in Kami’s cum and your own cum while Kami twitches out of his mind while shaking his head.
The only thing on the blond’s mind is the insatiable hunger that this has lit under his ass.
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Basically, me rambling about how these three lovelies show affection
Warnings: sliiight angst/conflict type stuff for Hawks
-Hawks-
Under different circumstances, Hawks would express affection mainly by spending time with you. He’d plan so many cute dates with you! And he’d also do chill things you’re interested in, like watching your favorite shows with you, playing videogames with you, and doing silly projects with cooking or make-up
But given his job… spending a bunch of time with you isn’t exactly going to work, no matter how much time he’d like to spend with you. He still does his best — setting up dates when a random opening comes, fighting tooth and nail to wiggle open an hour or two for you, or FaceTiming you during his patrols when nothing much is going on
Sometimes he’ll pop by your work building when he catches a few spare minutes, just to check in on you
I suppose that makes the time he spends with you mean more in a way, since he can’t just throw his time around but…Hawk’s time commitment is a matter of contention in your relationship, so let’s move on, shall we?
Hawks spoils you with so many gifts. He really does not care at all about the price tag, and would low-key just hand you a credit card and tell you to go wild because if he can’t give most of his time, he can at least give you most his money
He likes to surprise you with gifts :) it could be anything from an outfit you pointed out when he took you flying, a video game you stare at with every advertisement, or a food you off handedly mentioned craving
He does other surprises that aren’t necessarily gifts too, like leaving you notes around the house when he goes out for an early patrol. Sometimes there are bad amazing puns, compliments, or just a simple “good morning, angel, have a good day!” With a little smiley face :)
Sometimes this accompanies breakfast neatly arranged with a gift. It’s sweet, but you don’t want to know how much of his already limited sleep he gave up to arrange it
I think the fandom has accepted the fact that Hawks gives you one of his feathers as a necklace. He did this so, no matter what, there’s at least some part of him with you
Kisses on the top of your head, then pulling you into a hug with his wings wrapped around you and his head resting on yours
Pet names like cutie, gorgeous/handsome, dove, trouble, and angel
Letting you borrow anything and everything from his wardrobe
Letting you fidget with his wings, or sending his feathers to tease you and play with your hair
Pda isn’t a big thing for him because it draws waaaay too much attention, but he’s very affectionate in private, giving you plenty of kisses and nuzzles on the head
-Shinso Hitoshi-
One of his main ways of showing affection is constantly offering to help you or just… bethere for you, you know? Chilling with you so that you know you aren’t alone. Shinso has had to do a lot of things alone/isolated in his life, and he never, ever wants you to feel like that. So even if he’s not actively talking, helping you, or being affectionate, he just wants you to know he’s there
In general, he shows affection by doing things for you. Making you meals, helping with chores, reviewing notes with you, etc. He doesn’t over-do it, of course. He lets you do things alone if he thinks you’d prefer it or if you directly ask. His goal in helping is as simple as that — to help. And if his assistance is more frustrating than helpful, he’ll understand and back off
Also, I feel like respecting the hell out of you is one of his big ways of showing affection? He doesn’t ever baby you, underestimate you, etc. He never even jokingly talks about pushing past your boundaries, because once you set them, he views them as law
A lot of his affection is low-key things like that. Sweet and not super obvious until you take a closer look
Cuddling. Most of his physical affection is kept in private, and cuddling happens to be one of his favorite ways of showing how much he loves you
Helping you achieve your goals, because he wants the two of you to succeed together
Taking your mind off things that you don’t like. For example, if you’re going for a morning run that you absolutely despise, he’ll strike up a conversation about a movie you really like. Or if there’s a test you can’t stop freaking out over, he’ll start playing one of your favorite songs to make you chill
If you ever have a problem, he thinks really hard on it because he wants to give you 100% honest and helpful advice
… he’d make a playlist for you. Or something super personalized like that for you, where he’d keep it secret for ages and pay attention to every little detail
-Mirio Togata-
Compliments are a big thing for him :) there are just so many great things about you, and he can’t resist pointing them out! He doesn’t want you to ever be insecure or doubt his love! Plus, he’s very observant, so he can notice things like hair cuts, new clothes, a good grade, etc quite quickly
And they’re not just quick “cute outfit!” compliments, they’re more like “wow, that looks amazing on you! It was such a good idea to pair that together, and the new necklace brings out your eyes so well!”
Insecurities have been punted out of the chat
Pda. LOTS of pda. It is literally impossible to not know you two are dating smh
Hand holding, random hugs, scooping you up whenever, finding random excuses to have you sit on his lap, cuddling with you, fiddling with your hair and clothes, etc.
Paying really close attention to things you like/things about you and being 100% prepared for them. Birthday? He’s memorized it since before you two were even dating. Holidays? Already has plans. Release date of a movie you’re looking forward to? Calendar cleared, popcorn bought
Throws “love you!” into every good-bye, just to make sure you know and maybe embaress you too
Making you laugh
Pet names, some sweet ones like honey and dear, and more goofy ones based on inside jokes between the two of you
He randomly pops in on you to see what’s up :) like you’re studying, minding your own business, and then Mirio’s popping in through the floor and asking if you want some help with laundry. You woke up literally two seconds ago, and there’s Mirio’s head poking out of the bed and asking if you want coffee. This one could get a bit annoying, and if it is, he’ll try to chill out and at least knock before barging in
He just loves spending time with you so, so much. Most things you do are pretty casual, but they never fail to make his day
Mirio also shows affection through photos. He has,,, SO many photos of you (not in a weird way, as most were taken with you well aware of them). And then he’ll do cute stuff like hang them up in his room and make them his phone background
Reader: Gender Neutral Character:Hitoshi Shinso Rating: G Summary:“I’ll take care of you.” Warning:Flu Season, Fevers Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
Another cough tore through your body as you were stuck in your dorm throughout the rest of the week.
You had come down with the common flu a few days ago and thus had to be quarantined to your dorm unless your fever got worse. You were currently edging just past 102, but if it got to 104, you had to go to the hospital. So for now you were surrounded by tissues, water bottles and your stuffed animals that you kept on the bed.
You were wrapped up in two blankets with the lights low and wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts with Shinso’s training jacket over you just in case you got cold. You two talked every chance he got, he mostly texted you throughout the day and talked to you through the door in the evenings.
He asked if you took your medicine, if you ate the food that had been given to you and if you were sleeping enough. He was worried about you.
You knew that he wanted to be able to go into you dorm and help you through what you were feeling. Get you anything you need, give you your medicine, keep you nice and comfy. But he couldn’t right now. He had to protect himself from getting the flu.
But after dinner time there was a knock at the door, you went over to the door to see who it was. When you opened it you saw Shinso standing there, in a face mask with your tray of rice and fish for dinner with a salad on the side and some soup.
“Delivery for the love of my life.” He said with a small smirk.
You chuckled weakly and took the tay from him, “What are you doing?”
“I’ll take care of you.” He said, “Always. I’m sorry I can’t be in the room with you. But I’ve been put on duty to bring you your dinner and nightly medicine.”
You coughed into the crook of your arm before you took the tray into your room. When you came back to the door he pulled you into a tight hug.
“I missed you.” He said.
“I missed you too, I love you.” You replied.
When he pulled away he peeled his sweater off and handed it to you, then watched you hold it up to your nose inhaling his scent of standard body wash and sweat.
“Hitoshi, you don’t have to.”
“Just wash it when you’re finished. Since I can’t be with you, maybe this will remind you of me.”
“I’m just sick, I don’t have memory loss.” You remarked.
He gave a small chuckle and took your hand, “I’m going to come by later tonight, me and some of our friends are going to go to the corner store off campus and buy some snacks for you. I know you’re probably tired of soup and rice.”
“You’ll get me pocky?” You asked.
He nodded, “Green tea flavour and everything.”
You beamed and pulled him into another hug, “Thank you Hitoshi.” when you pulled away you coughed once more, the excitement caused your body to convulse and cough.
“Now go eat some dinner, and I’ll come back later.” He promised before he started to walk away back to the common room of your floor.
You went back into your dorm and excitingly thought about the snacks him and your shared friends were going to bring. As you ate, you snuggled up close to the hoodie and thought of nothing but your boyfriend.
Shinsou had never been so nervous. Usually he was so collected, so calm, but whenever you were involved, he could hardly even breathe. But even how he usually felt around you could not compare to how he was feeling now, with his eyes hooked on yours and the words he longed to say weighing so heavily on the tip of his tongue. The closest he had ever come to feeling this way was the day when he had first summoned his courage to ask you out, when the words had gotten stuck in his throat and he was forced to choke them out.
You had said yes though, he reminded himself. You had said yes, and so the best part of his life had finally begun. He had been waiting for you for so long, waiting for the moment when he could take his rightful place deep in the core of your heart. Taking that place as your one love had lifted in his own heart with joy, but now he needed more.
He just prayed that you would accept what he was offering you.
“I have something I need to tell you,” Shinsou murmured, resting his forehead against yours as he stroked gently your cheek with his thumb.
“Oh?” you asked, looking at him in slight worry. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. More than fine, actually. Honestly, I’m just nervous.”
“That’s not something I get to see every day. What’s up?”
For several long moments, all Shinsou could do was look at you. Your eyes, your smile, he just couldn’t bear to look away from you. Ruining this sweet moment was something he was hesitant to do, even with the words he so longed to say. But as he gazed into your eyes, he knew that he had no choice but to take that risk. He needed to tell you, needed to have you in your entirety.
“I love you.”
Blinking in surprise, you remained silent as you took in his words, words that had been said for the very first time by either of you. Their sound warmed your heart, taking it so gently in their hands and cradling them close to Shinsou. And yet, you did not answer him. Instead, you simply frowned.
“Thank you so much. For saying that, for loving me. I—I’m just not ready to say it back yet.”
“So, you don’t love me?”
“I don’t know,” you said, your eyes flickering downward. “I have to think about it, sort through my feelings. I’m really sorry that I can’t say it now though.”
“Will you tell me when you’ve done that?” he asked, a frown of his own on his face now.
“Of course I—”
Watching your eyes glaze over, Shinsou wished that he didn’t have to do this. He wanted you to say it of your own accord, because you not only felt that way about him, but because your love for him was so strong that you couldn’t keep it inside. That’s how he felt about his love for you, after all. You had to love him though, he reminded himself. You two were meant for each other. You were just nervous, that’s all.
anon asked: Hi, can i request headcanons of soft (dom) hawks, hitoshi, and or maybe kirishima seeing their SO with their hoodies/shirt(?) and somehow it turned them on?
seeing you in his clothes is honestly one of his favorite things
being half bird and all, he likes to have his scent on you whenever he can
and you in his clothes are just one way to meet his wants!
keigo usually asks you to wear his shirt or bring a shirt of his if you leave for a work trip or something
you never knew why until you did some research and asked another one of your hybrid friends
since he always asked for you to wear his clothes, you decided to take it into your own hands and wear a shirt yourself
the LOOK. on his face. when he comes home to see you cleaning up
clad in nothing but his oversized merch shirt and underwear
his wings kind of flutter a little, and when you turn to look at him he looks a little dazed
“welcome home, keigo.” you’d smile innocently at him, walking up to hug him
and his eyes just go…⬇️⬇️
“looking—good, birdie.” he’ll murmur, wrapping his arms around your waist
you smell like you, but you also smell like him
and you can tell he really likes it because his wings fold over the both of you guys too and he starts kissing at your neck
“do you like this?”
“mm..” and his hands would just go straight to your ass LMAO
cue him picking you up with his wings still around you and carrying you back to the bedroom ♀️
he gropes you for the entire day
shinsou is the king of wearing hoodies and sweaters
they are his comfort clothes.
he’s never thought of you wearing his clothes or whatever
not that he doesn’t want that, you just never asked and he never offered
so he can’t believe his reaction when he comes home from hero work and sees you, his lovely spouse, in one of his favorite purple sweaters and some shorts
his eyes r basically glued to your legs. but the sight of you in his favorite sweatshirt makes his face a little hot
“y/n,” he’d ask you, approaching you from behind, his face in your neck
“why are you wearing that?”
“do you not like it?” you’d pout, especially when he held you tighter. “i’ll take it off.”
“no,”his mouth would find your pulse point, hands massaging your stomach underneath the hoodie.
a/n: umm shinsou’s…not me simping over my own writing lol. i actually really liked writing these :)
todoroki
- actually lasts annoyingly long
- you expect him to fail in at most two weeks
- but this mf can go almost the whole month without nutting
- literally wins the bet between his friends
- he’s used to being touch deprived
- so it’s not much different than life before he started dating you
- but don’t get him wrong
- you definitely don’t make it easy for him
- especially around the three week mark
- that’s when he really starts to feel agitated and needs to feel your touch
- *insert needy shouto*
it’s been a long three weeks of no sexual interaction between you and your boyfriend. you’re fine for the most part, as you yourself aren’t participating in the dumb little challenge shouto is currently taking part in. you can touch and do whatever you want to yourself, though your boyfriend cannot. him and his friends have a bet that none of them could actually successfully complete no nut november in its entirety, and the guy that lasts the longest gets a hundred dollars from each participant. to your surprise, shouto actually agreed to take on the challenge and is so far looking as though he’ll win. it’s between him and midoriya currently, the rest of the guys had failed long ago. he seems so determined to win so you don’t try to sabotage his efforts too much, though sometimes it’s hard to keep your hands off of him or not want his hands on you. but even then, he refuses to let himself lose the challenge and rejects your advances. until today that is.
the two of you are supposed to be on the couch watching a movie together, but instead shouto is pressed on top of you with his hands gripping your waist and his lips hungrily attached to yours. you could tell shouto was distracted throughout the whole movie, but what you didn’t anticipate was for him to unexpectedly flip you over so that your back sank into the couch cushions under his weight while he attached his lips to yours. but it’s not like you’re complaining, this is the most you’ve gotten from him in weeks due to his little contest, so you decide not to jeopardize it in any way. shouto’s breaths are heavy against your mouth and you know he wants you. you know he wants to feel you more than anything right now, but you can still sense a feeling of apprehension in his actions. he pulls away, lips already beginning to bruise from the aggression of the kiss and his eyes glazed with lust.
“you think midoriya has lost yet?” todoroki asks through shallow breaths.
“honestly…who cares?” you shrug, pulling shouto back down towards you by the collar of his shirt in order to reconnect the kiss.
“valid point.” he mumbles against your lips. his hands trail their way up your body until they find themselves tangled in your hair, using it as leverage to deepen the kiss.
luckily, despite the two of you not noticing, todoroki’s phone chimed with a text message in the group chat from midoriya claiming that he no longer is apart of the challenge, therefore deeming shouto the winner.
if that text had come a half hour later though, todoroki would surely have lost.
bakugou
- will last four days tops
- nothing more nothing less
- and barely even that
- the only reason he lasts that long is bc he’s a competitive little shit
- and doesn’t want to lose to shouto
- but fails miserably nonetheless
- and you can bet he fucks you senseless when he reaches his breaking point
- he doesn’t last very long bc of how pent up he is
-very sloppy and very verbal
bakugou’s attitude has been worse than usual because of him participating in no nut november and you have a feeling he won’t last much longer. it’s only been four days but you know that with your boyfriend’s atypical libido, he’s probably quite literally about to explode. every word that leaves his mouth carries more bite than they typically do and you are more than aware that if he doesn’t cum soon, his anger will only end up getting the better of him.
“katsuki, if you need to cum just cum because it’s making you too on edge. you’ve been yelling at that pickle jar for the past five minutes.” you sigh as you look over your immensely distraught boyfriend.
“yeah because it won’t fucking open! who the hell makes these things anyway? it’s so fucking stupid! i don’t even want the damn pickle anymore.” bakugou huffs, slamming the pickle jar down on the counter which shockingly doesn’t break at the impact.
“babe, relax.” you say as you walk up to where he’s leaned against the kitchen island. “if you want, i can help you.” you finish, rubbing his arms gingerly. he shuts his eyes for a quick second in response to your touch before responding to you verbally.
“help me with what exactly?” he asks with questioning eyes.
“opening the jar obviously, unless you need help with something else?” you tease as you glance down towards his lower half. he noticeably swallows at your suggestion before roughly grabbing your arm and moving you so that you’re now bent over the counter.
“dammit y/n. it’s been really hard not to lose because of you you know?” he grunts as he lifts up the already too revealing skirt that you may or may not have worn on purpose.
“yeah i know, that’s the whole point.” you reply which earns you a harsh smack on the ass.
“guess i’ll just have to punish you for it then.” bakugou shrugs.
long story short, bakugou loses the challenge and you get punished. hard.
shinsou
- would probably last a week
- the first three days wouldn’t be too difficult for him
- but from then on, it only gets worse
- and you’re a tease so you actually make it a living hell for him
- making out with him a little too roughly
- grazing up against his most sensitive areas
- until he genuinely cannot take it anymore
- will not last long at all when you help him cum
- maybe a solid 3 minutes
- possibly four
- he’s just extra sensitive, leave him alone
you’re currently straddling shinsou’s lap, grinding against his most sensitive area while you let his tongue roam your mouth. the two of you have been making out like this for a good hour, though you didn’t start straddling shinsou until just moments ago. the friction of you rubbing yourself against his clothed yet throbbing member was almost too much for him in itself. then add you kissing him in the way that gives his whole body chills, making him want to fuck into you relentlessly, and you have quite a dangerous combination.
you can tell by the soft, breathy moans escaping his lips that you have him in a real tough position. part of you wants to grant him mercy and give him the opportunity to still win this nnn challenge, but the other part of you is obsessed with how sensitive he is right now and all of the noises he’s making and the way he’s desperately gripping onto your thighs while you move your hips against his, it’s all too alluring to want to stop.
“y/n, you’re gonna make me cum.” he groans, tossing his head back against the headboard of your shared bed.
“good. i wish you knew how hot you looked right now. can’t imagine how good you’ll look when you cum.” you moan in an attempt to push him over the edge. if there’s one thing your boyfriend is a whore for, it’s praise. you found that out on accident and ever since it’s been somewhat of a secret weapon, and it’s working like a charm now.
shinsou’s grip on your thighs gets dangerously tight, to the point where you’re sure there will be bruises by tomorrow, but you don’t care because the way he’s arching himself into you as he moans your name while releasing one of the best orgasms he’s probably ever had in his life is more than enough to make up for it.
“fuck, well i guess i lose then huh?” shinsou laughs lightly as he comes down.
“yeah, but i think it was worth it.” you shrug.
“more than worth it.” he smiles before placing a soft peck on your lips.
mirio
- like shouto, could probably last the whole month
- he just has a lot of restraint
- even when you try to tease or fluster him
- it works, but not enough to actually get him to cum
- only goes for so long because of how annoyed you get
- you had an elaborate plan on how to get him to fail the first week
- which didn’t work whatsoever
- and ever since, you’ve grown more frustrated than mirio has
- and he thinks it’s adorable
- you get the upper hand eventually though
your teasing efforts continuously fall short with mirio and it’s starting to frustrate you. when mirio first asked how you felt about him participating in the nnn challenge you agreed to it because you figured he wouldn’t last long anyway. but when a week passed and it seemed liked mirio wasn’t fazed in the slightest, you began to regret that decision. so you tried and you tried to get him to slip up and lose the challenge, but each try was a failure. he’s stubbornly determined to complete the whole month without a single orgasm and it’s irking your soul, so you decide to pull out your final trick. you remember once you had worn one of mirio’s shirts with nothing but underwear underneath and he was completely and utterly flustered by it, so you plan to do that again. except this time, with absolutely nothing underneath.
after successfully stealing one of mirio’s oversized shirts and slipping it over your naked body, you join him in bed as he patiently waits for you. the moment his eyes catch sight of you, they widen and you begin to think this may be the attempt that finally gets him to lose this stupid challenge.
“you look so good in my shirt.” mirio compliments you with a wide smile as you get into bed beside him.
“you think so? it’s a little big but i like it.” you say, lifting the sides of the shirt a bit to reveal that you’re wearing no underwear.
again, mirio’s eyes widen as they rake over your figure and he looks as though he’s contemplating what to say next.
“naughty girl, you really want me to lose this challenge huh?” he says, inching a bit closer to you with a trying smile plastered on his face.
“i’ve been trying for the past few weeks.” you sigh, hoisting yourself up so that you can straddle mirio’s waist. his breath hitches at the realization that your bare cunt is pressed against his crotch and he figures there’s no point in continuing the challenge anymore. i mean he’s probably made it farther than most other guys right? five days until the end of november? seems good enough to him.
he flips the two of you over so that now you’re on your back with him hovering above you.
“i accept defeat. and this stays on while i fuck you.” he grins, tugging on the fabric of his your shirt.
