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slayfics · 3 days

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Unknown Pleasures Ch.2

You’ve had a crush on Katsuki Bakugo since joining UA, but will another student change your mind?

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The next school year had finally come, and it was time for Hitoshi to join the hero course. As excited as he was to begin his path to becoming a hero, he couldn't help but feel the universe was mocking him.

It started with his new dorm room assignment. He had been assigned to the empty room on the fourth floor. Which just so happened to be next to Katsuki's room. Then his seat assignment in class happened to be right behind yours.

Which might have been nice, if it didn't mean he had a front-row seat to seeing you fawn over Katsuki every damn day.

It was ridiculous how many times you gazed off to look at him during lectures. Fourty-two times in lecture today, he kept a tally.

Wherever Katsuki went, you were trailing close behind. Praising him, ogling over him, trying to be closer to him. It was painfully obvious to Hitoshi, he wondered why no one else picked up on it. Even worse, Katsuki did little to return any of your affections.

Maybe it wouldn't infuriate him as much if Katsuki reciprocated your affinity. Hitoshi did observe that Katsuki yelled at you slightly less than others and didn't complain about your presence slightly less than others. Be that as it may, it was still laughable compared to what Hitoshi knew you deserved.

Hitoshi winced at the way you'd prance over to Katsuki- books held tightly to your chest, skirt bouncing up and down, big doe eyes looking up at him. Just to have some snide remark thrown at you by the blond. Your smile instantly dulls, your shoulders drop, and your eyes become dreary.

Katsuki dimmed your light, and you didn't notice it, but Hitoshi did.

Yet, ever the gentleman, Hitoshi kept his distance since you had turned down his advance. Instead, he watched as you kept at your chase to win over the chihuahua's affection.

Until.

It was late at night. Late enough for you to be in trouble for being out of your room and on the boy's side of the dorms. Hitoshi heard your yells along with Katsuki's, followed by the slam of a door.

He tried to ignore it and tell himself it wasn't his business but he couldn't stand knowing you were in pain.

Hitoshi stood up from his bed to open his door. You were just passing his room and froze at the sound. Your eyes locked with his, they were puffy, red, and your face was damp with tears.

"You alight?" he asked. A dumb question he knew, but where else could he start.

"Me? I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, general studies," you said with a weak smile and wink despite your disheveled appearance. Then your face caught a mischievous smirk as you said far too loudly, "Wow Shinso you finished your room up nicely."

He knew. He knew what you were doing, but- he didn't stop you as you padded into his room.

You wanted Katsuki to hear. You wanted to use him to make the blond jealous.

Why couldn't he stop you?

He wanted to be closer to you, but not like this.

"You really do like your music, don't you?" You asked, hands behind your back as you spun around his room reading the posters. "And... cats?" You asked with a teasing smile picking up a plushie cat on his bed.

"That was a gift," he said slightly embarrassed rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's cute, kinda looks like you. It's got that dead look in its eyes," you said playfully jumping up to sit on his desk.

Hitoshi didn't give into any of your teases though, "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked as he observed a few tears still forming in your eyes.

"I'm not the kind of girl that likes to talk," you said looking down to pet the stuffed cat.

Hitoshi nodded in understanding. He should have stopped there. Asked you to leave if you didn't want to talk. But- you stalked into his room. You were in his space. You asked for this.

"You know... you have options if he isn't treating you right," Hitoshi said boldly.

Your eyes snapped from the cat to his, taken off guard by his bluntness. You tried but no witty remarks came to mind, as Hitoshi stepped a bit closer.

"He doesn't appreciate you. Doesn't notice how you go out of your way for him, how your eyes light up when you see him, how you wait for him to acknowledge you. But I do. You give it away to him for free, but I would earn it, work for you, value you. Why don't you give something else a try?" Hitoshi suggested as he stood directly in front of you.

"Shinso, you don't understand," You muttered before new tears formed.

"I know- I don't know the whole story. What I do know is you're here crying because he made you cry. Aren't you tired of this?" he asked inching even closer, and gently wiped away a tear. "He was stupid to let you walk away," he said, eyes resting on your lips.

You knew you should leave. Your crush on Katsuki ran too deep, but Hitoshi's words played in your head like a song you'd been dying to hear, and you couldn't find the willpower to move away from him. "You're making a mistake," you spoke softly, heart rate increasing as he neared even closer daring to close the gap between you both.

"Let me," he whispered, closing the gap, lips pressed to yours.

You had time to pull away but didn't, it felt so nice. The affection you longed for so needed, the soft collision so wanted. Your hands moved on their own fingers interlacing with lavender strands. Pulling him deeper in.

The lavender was so pleasant.

Thank you to everyone that hyped this enough to inspire me to make another chapter.

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nekoo3001 · 2 months

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Aizawa picking up Shinso from the party

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bendyboisblog · 3 months

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i fully believe that Eraser takes Shinsou to his own home on the regular, forgetting that he has a husband, but Shinsou is so sleep deprived and exhausted from training that he just sees a blob of blonde hair and goes “ah, yes, wife.”

then when he sees Eraser and Mic kiss in school, he yells at Eraser for 20 minutes straight about cheating on his wife. Mic is losing his shit and recording the interaction.

they never correct Shinsou, one day he just takes a moment to actually look at Eraser’s wife and goes beet red. he refuses to talk to Mic for 3 weeks afterwards.

#erasermic #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #present mic #dadmic #dadzawa #eraserhead #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #shinsou hitoshi #bnha shinso hitoshi

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sinfulpanda16 · 4 months

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Someone Better?

Hitoshi Shinsou x fem reader

"There's someone else I like."

Those words kept playing back in his head over and over again. Kirishima had asked you out earlier, you didn't tell him, but he found through Kaminari. Why the hell did you reject him? Kirishima? That man has everything the looks, the strength, the personality, you two would look so good and perfect together it pissed Shinsou off.

He was walking you home like usual but he couldn't stop thinking about what Kaminari had told him. He was looking down at the ground when he spoke up "Hey, so I found out that Kirishima asked you out." he says and then turned to look at you.

You're taken aback a bit by him, how did he know? Kaminari was there when Kiri shot his shot so he probably told Shinsou you figured. You relaxed a bit and giggled. "Oh yeah he did" you replied a bit shy after remembering that moment.

He fucking caught that. The little blush growing on your face, probably at the thought of Kirishima. Oh no. Did that mean...no. He mustered up the courage and asked "So, how'd it go? Did you say yes?"

You laughed softly. "Oh no. I rejected him."

"No? Wait why?" he asked. He was relieved of course but at the same time a bit shocked. A lot of people would love to be with someone like Kirishima.

You turned away and looked at the ground "There's someone else I like." you smile softly and continue "Someone I really like and I want to be with him."

Its quiet for a bit, you turned to look back at him. Shinsou was already looking into your eyes. He gave you a small smile, you returned his smile and he tells you "I'm happy for you Y/N".

Shinsou grunts as he finishes his last set on the bench press. With one last grunt he pushes the barbell up and he's done. He sits up all sweaty and panting. Damn his workout was so good, letting out his jealousy. He smiles to himself "Fuck Y/N. You know how to get me fired up."

He gets up and heads for a shower. He let's the water run in his hair.

"I'm happy for you Y/N."

He runs his finger through his damp hair. No the hell he's not. The thought of you being with someone else makes his chest ache. He wants you to be happy yes but...not with someone else. He wishes you could be happy with him.

That night he layed in bed looking up at the ceiling.

"There's someone else I like. Someone I really like and I want to be with him."

Him. If not Kirishima who? Who the he'll could that guy be? Is he better than Kirishima? He grabs grips of his hair in frustration. There's someone better. Shinsou has always been insecure about his looks, he knows he's not a lady's man, his quirk, with everyone having told him its makes for a good villain not a hero, his strength, he wasn't automatically placed in Class 1-A or 1-B and everything in general. You mean to say that's there's someone who can top all that better than Kirishima? Needless to say, Shinsou fell asleep after a few tears of jealousy and insecurity.

The next day after-school you and him were at the nature park. School has been a bit heavy on yall so you decided some time outside would be relaxing. Shinsou was following behind you, smiling like an idiot watching your cute self lead him to a 'pretty place'. You turn around "You like cute things right, Shinsou?" you ask him.

Yeah. You, Shinsou said in his mind. "Well, I don't mind them." He said chuckling at your question.

A bit more walking later and you both arrived at a flower field. "Tada! Here we are!" you announced excitedly. It was beautiful, the endless sea of flowers. Shinsou stared out into it "Wow. This is pretty Y/N." he said and turned to you smiling. You returned his smile and for a moment it was just you and him, in front of the giant flower field. His purple eyes looking back at your (e/c) eyes, they're so pretty. Everything about you is beautiful, your eyes, your smile, your aura, even your interests were beautiful. Like the flower field you brought him to.

Shinsou blushes and turns away abruptly his eyes landing on a tree. Shinsou smiles, "Hey let's climb that tree. We'd get a better view of the flowers from up there." he says hoping you'd want to.

You bright up "Yes lets! But make sure to catch me in case I fall." you order playfully.

Shinsou chuckles "I'll be right your side don't worry." he reassures you. Smiling softly as you head towards the tree.

You go to climb the tree being careful to not slip. Shinsou was below also making sure you were careful. When you were seated on a branch he starts climbing the tree and sits right next you. The both of you smile looking out into the landscape. "This is nice. Right Shinsou?" you say not looking away from the sunset setting behind the flowers.

Shinsou responds softly "Yeah. I could do this with you over and over again." You blush at his words, you could do this over and over with him too. He was looking at you and he saw you blushing. He did that?

Shinsou takes a deep breath making you turn to him. "Y/N" he says firmly and goes to hold both your hands. You're shocked by his actions but don't pull away. He begins to speak again "You're the only person that has made me feel things no one else has ever made me feel. You make me feel like I'm this strong, well-respected and remarkable man...but... you also make me feel like I'm this weak, undeserving, invalid man. You drive me nuts." What is he saying? You make him feel sad? "This must be what falling in love feels like. Because regardless of the insecurities you bring me back to, I still want to be with you, and I want to only be with you. I want to go far and beyond to work on myself so I can be the best man for you. Y/N..." he brings your right hand closer to his face and places your knuckles on his lips "I love you." he says gently and leaves his lips on your knuckles closing his eyes.

You're shocked "Shinsou." you say softly. He opens his eyes looking right at your beautiful ones. He pulls your hand away "I know there's someone else. Someone else better than me for you, and I have no right to get in between you two but...If you give a chance, I promise to go to the depths of the earth for you. I promise you won't regret it." he says emotionally.

You hold his cheek smiling softly at him and go in for a kiss. Shinsou is taken aback but doesn't pull away. He kisses you back your lips taste so sweet and unconsciously he wraps his arms around your waist.

After a moment you pull away and smile at him. "Shinsou, you're the one I want to be with. I love you too." you say making him forget the insecurities he had earlier, making the happiest man on earth.

"Thank you, Y/N" he replies going in for another to which you happily return.

#shinsou x reader #shinsou x y/n #shinsou x you #mha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x reader #hitoshi shinsou #mha shinsou #boku no hero academia #bnha #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x y/n #bnha shinso hitoshi #bnha shinsou #my hero fanfic #my hero academy fanfiction

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 2 months

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AAAA are you planning on continuing the "How They Kiss" series? If so could you please do my sweet baby Hitoshi next? :cccc

Ooooo yessss - I've been wanting to write some Hitoshi fic for a while!! 💜

Shinsou x Reader | Headcannon: How Hitoshi Shinsou Kisses 💋

The first time Hitoshi kisses you – you totally don’t see it coming. It happens in the library on a quiet Sunday afternoon. Hitoshi is sitting in your favorite spot of the city's library – a cozy corner hidden from view behind the oversized art book section. He’s dragged two large beanbag chairs into the tiny space, waiting for you to join him as he studies for an upcoming Pro hero rescue certification exam. He’s flipping through flashcards when you arrive bearing a purple travel mug filled with his favorite caffeinated beverage. You know your friend is a chronic insomniac – with his permanently baggy eyes and constant yawns - so you decided to get him a refillable mug so he can keep his coffee close throughout exam week. You’ve stuck a cute sticker of a black cat with big eyes to the side of the mug, knowing his TikTok algorithm is almost exclusively cat videos.

“’Toshiiiiii!” You warble quietly as you drop your school bag next to your beanbag chair. “I brought you a ‘lil treat for studying so hard!”

Hitoshi looks up in surprise, his forehead still wrinkled in concentration. He puts down his flash cards and when he realizes it’s you standing over him, he smiles easily. Things have always been like this between the two of you – soft and comfortable.

“You brought me something?” He instantly locks on to the steaming mug of coffee, his eyes crinkling into a smile when he sees the cat sticker. “Is that the cat from Kiki’s Delivery Service?”

“Yup!” you hand him the cup as you plop down into your chair and start shuffling through your bag for your notes. “You told me it was your favorite movie as a kid, so I found a little sticker of Gigi on Etsy.”

After a few moments of digging through your bag, you finally find the sheaf of notes you’re looking for and you yank them out – sheets of paper flying all around you. “Whoops!” You hastily gather the papers back into a neat stack.

When you finally look up, you meet Hitoshi’s eyes – he’s giving you an intense, searching look. His eyes are wide, and there’s a soft pink blush across the high points of his cheeks. He absentmindedly smooths a hand through his wild hair, seemingly lost for words.

“What?” You say, a little startled at the sudden tense atmosphere. “Everything okay? Is that not your preferred flavor of coffee?”

“Of course you remembered my favorite flavor.” His voice a quiet rumble and seems to catch in his throat.

You swallow, suddenly feeling hot around the collar as he continues to gaze at you through those bright violet eyes. You can see him biting back his next sentence, seemingly steeling himself to say something.

After a few moments, he takes a steadying breath and his eyes sparkle with a look of resolve. Hitoshi softly places the hot mug of coffee on the ground before leaning towards you. Instantly, he’s a breath away from your face – his delicate features magnified as he tilts his face towards yours.

“You’re just so…” He whispers, moving to brush his thumb against your cheek. Your skin feels like it’s blooming with tiger lilies at the contact. “…sweet.” His tired eyes flutter shut and he leans into you – guiding your lips to his.

The first kiss is feather light – tentative. He wants to make sure you want him back – he needs you to want him with the same deep intensity he’s been feeling in his gut for you for so long. His lips are impossibly soft and taste like a light berry lip balm, and you find the flavor absolutely delicious. When you respond eagerly he smiles into the kiss, blissful. How lucky is he to get to kiss your pretty face?

Hitoshi climbs into the beanbag chair with you deftly, moving his hands to cradle your face. He moves his mouth against yours slowly, purposefully – almost lazily. It’s such a Shinsou way of kissing that it makes you giggle.

“Hey, now.” He breaks the kiss, bringing his forehead to yours as he takes a shaky breath. “Is my kissing that bad?” He’s smiling, but you can tell he’s the tiniest bit nervous for your answer.

You lean in to kiss him again and he pulls back, his lips just out of reach – teasing.

“Your technique can use some refining. But I know someone who can help you practice.” You grin, winding your arms around his neck and pulling him back in for more. He loves that – the banter, the ways you are able to both make him feel comfortable and keep him on his toes. He deepens the kiss, and you know it will be a while before you get back to studying. His flash cards lay abandoned on the floor by your stack of notes.

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After that, he’s hooked on you. Any trace of nervousness is nonexistent. In just one afternoon, Hitoshi Shinsou has become a lean, mean, make out machine. He absolutely cannot be stopped. He kisses you everywhere he can – in the library, in dark corners of your favorite bar, at the convenience store. He’s constantly trying to sneak away with you so he can crash your lips together in that way that makes his brain feel all blissed out and fuzzy.

I think we’ve all seen just how much determination Hitoshi has – it takes a lot of unwavering dedication to claim a spot in the hero course. He’s just as determined to figure out how you like to be kissed. He pays attention to what makes your pulse race – maybe he kissed your neck a certain way and you moaned? He’s filing that away in his brain so he can do it again and again and again. You don’t like it when he bites your lower lip? He takes note and never does it that way again. He’s committed to figuring out exactly what makes you tick and how he can maximize your pleasure every time. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have the affections of someone like you – someone so sweet and gorgeous and goddamn perfect.

Of course, once he realizes you find him irresistible – he’s smug AF. He becomes such a goddamn tease. You’ll get a rare private moment and move in to kiss him, only for him to dodge your advances until your lips form a disappointed pout. He absolutely revels in how much you want him and loves to build up the tension between the two of you. He’ll kiss you playfully on the cheeks before your disappointed look causes him to concede. “Sorry, Sweetheart.” He says in his low, gravely whisper. “You know I love to tease.” And then he’ll kiss you with as much passion as he can muster, until your legs turn to jello. After all – it’s not in a hero’s nature to do anything half-assed.

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kaiellajen · 2 months

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Monoshin but chibis :3

#monoma fanart #bnha monoma #mha monoma #monoma neito #mha #bnha #mha fanart #bnha shinso hitoshi #monoma x shinsou #monoshin

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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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✂️Long Hair 🤍

Characters: Hitoshi Shinso,Shoto Todoroki,Hawks,Eijirou Kirishima x Gender Neutral Reader

What happens when the boys grow out there hair? Hi everyone! Thank you so much for your support! As always feel free to leave a request!

Reader does know a lot about long hair.

🐈‍⬛Hitoshi Shinso🐈‍⬛

Shinso didn’t realize how long his hair had grown till your fingers brushed away his bangs. He couldn’t look down anymore without his violet hair blocking his eyes. He had just ignored it, not making a big fuss over something so small. But the feeling of your fingers pulling back the strands into a knot made him freeze. Then when your hands moved away and the strands stayed put he looked up.

“That should help a bit shin”

You hummed, leaning down to his hair before moving back to whatever task you had been doing before.

Shinso found himself reaching for his phone, switching to the camera, and looking at his reflection. His bangs were pulled back, and his hair reached around his shoulders. Shorter strands fell back in their place from the messy bun you made. His tired eyes peered back at his reflection, he looked so similar to him now.

You must have noticed him spacing out since you spoke out.

“It looks really nice, Shin. You look good with it.”

“Hm”

The following week the two of you had Eri over, a tradition the two of them kept. When Shinso entered the apartment after patrol, his eyes landed on his teenage sister and you. Eri was sitting at the counter, she was still dressed in her UA uniform. Her red eyes glanced at him, taking in the new hair. He watched her smile grow before she quietly spoke,

“You look like dad.”

🧊Shoto Todoroki🔥

Shoto had originally wanted to grow his hair out a bit since he wasn't really allowed to when he was growing up. But he didn’t intend for it to get so long though. It now went past his shoulders in red and white strands. Laying flat against his well-toned back. When Bakugou yelled out,

“Hey Repunizal, to your left!” He had realized just how long it had gotten.

He debated cutting it, watching himself in the mirror as his finger combed through his hair.

“Oh Sho, your home!” You had chirped, breaking him from his trance.

“Yes, I got home a bit ago but I didn’t want to wake you up.” He smiled, his arms opening to receive your hug. Yet he caught his gaze in the mirror over your shoulder. He stiffened a bit. Endeavor only ever let Fuma grow out her hair past shoulder length.

“Sho, what’s wrong?”

You questioned, brushing away his hair slightly from his eyes.

“My hair. Do you think it’s too long?” He asked, his gaze on you as you looked up at him.

“Oh, I guess it has gotten a bit long, huh?” You spoke, your fingers combing out a long strand of red. “But I like it, it looks really pretty on you Sho.” You said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. His face had turned pink. His ears darkened to red.

So the long hair stayed, and he continued to grow it. If it wasn't for you teaching him about how to care for it, condition, brushing, washing, etc, it wouldn’t be as healthy as it was. But now he even found himself researching hair oils off and on.

“It’s so pretty Sho.”

Even the media took notice, they started to comment on it. They talked about how shiny it was, and how well taken care of it looked. And because you had taught him to braid it, the media loved it even more. Photos of him mid-turn, his duel-colored braid levitating above his shoulder, and his pale face appearing out from long ruby strains circled around news stations. He was beautiful.

Some of your and his top picks for his hair are:

A three-strand braid. One strand of pure white, one pure red, and the third was a mix of both.

A messy bun: where his hair hangs in swooping strands. You can’t help but kiss him every time you see him like that.

High pointy tale. Looks like cascading water the way it falls and shines.

The names Bakugou gave him apparently stuck too.

At one meet and greet, his long hair was in a braid on his shoulder. No one had said anything about it till a very shy little girl holding a Repunizal doll went up to him. She was dressed as a Disney princess which wasn’t too uncommon. Sometimes hero meet and greets would also be mixed with some Disney characters. It allowed kids more options. But usually, the event didn’t mix much

“You’re like Repunizal”

She had spoken so lightly that Shotos barely caught it. But he caught your gaze, the soft look in your eyes. You were his Prince Charming in a way, his savior.

“Well, she is my favorite princess.”

The little girl got two pictures with Shoto, one of both of them next to each other and one where Shoto is holding her Repunizal doll. Her hand in his free one.

To say the least, Todoroki became the favorite hero among some little girls solely for his hair. Another event, had a little kid yell out.

“Do the magic!”

Your heart exploded the day the two of you went on a walk and these two kids came up to you both. “Can we please put these in your hair!?” They almost shouted. Their small hands holding clip-on flowers and real ones, their eyes full of stars. You had squeezed Shotos hand so tight he almost thought you were trying to break it.

To say the least, Shoto gained two more supporters that day and many clip-on flowers. You have a picture of him with flowers weaved into his now somewhat messy braid with two little kids by his side with the biggest smiles you’ve ever seen.

🪶HAWKS🪶

Hawks had started to grow his hair longer a year into your marriage, specifically, it was after the incident that happened. And marriage or not, the two of you still acted like teenagers who just fell in love. The two of you were always next to each other when you could be. Keigo did try to keep you away from the camera and lights, but things slip through. A blurry photo of your figure standing at one of the windows of the house once appeared. That freaked you out and angered him. The photo became too gossip. People trying to unblur your face, heading reading “Gold-Digger Rising?” Or “Fans have a new villain .” Yeah, that pissed him off. Keigo ended up investing in good blinds (since he couldn’t move at that moment) and made a public statement about the incident. Asking his fans and news outlets to respect your wishes. It caused some fans to actually argue against him. Stating “Well if they don’t want to get pictures of them taken, then maybe they shouldn’t have married a Pro Hero!” “Yeah, they were asking for it!”

“Are telling me my spouse was asking to be harassed by people?” It was quiet, and your bit your lip as you watched your husband through the screen. Your knee bounced up in down, the commission was going to be pissed at Keigo. The thought caused your heart to ache. He’s gonna get in trouble because of you.

“There is a reason they hide their identity, it’s because of incidents like this.” The crowd seemed to stop arguing after that.

When Keigo came home, landing on the balcony, he looked tired. With his phone in hand, you could hear a woman and two men screeching at him. You caught something about ‘Irresponsible’ and ‘if they were gonna be such a problem!’ before Keigo set it on the counter and walked over to you. The sounds of anger still rang in the room, he couldn’t hang up-less they get more pissed. His wings wrapped around you both. His arms snug around your waist, pulling you incredibly close. His lip rested on your forehead as he murmured, “I found a nice place on the opposite side of town.” He paused, waiting if you had any protest, but you hummed and wrapped your arms around him. His body relaxed slightly, the muscle in his back flexing more as his wings drew closer. “We’ll get some private movers so no one will know and I have some friends who will buy the flat with no publicity.”

It took about three months to fully settle, and thankfully the public didn’t know. One day their favorite hero was there, and the next, not. It apparently made some fans realize their intense…’ fanning’ may have gone too far. Some even spoke out about how they were the ones that drove their favorite pro hero away from his home.

In those three tense months, Keigo forgot to cut his hair. It was longer, some parts reached around his shoulders or past. He could put it in a ponytail now. But all thoughts of cutting it disappeared soon after. You both had been laying on the bed, having finally finished putting away every last box. (Hero work slows down the progress) You had been laying down on him, your back against his pelvis and head tilted upwards. Your hands reached up, fingers clumsy curved around his jaw at the messy angle. “You’re so handsome Keigo” you sighed. Your eyes suck on his gorgeous face that was framed with his honey hair. You ended up sitting up, and Keigo stayed still to allow you to move around him. Your knees went on either side of his strong legs as you faced him. Your fingers curled and played with the hair that hung around his face. “You look good with long hair,” Keigo smirked, his arms going around your waist to pull you flat against him, which almost caused you to fall over him.

“I’m glad to hear you like it chickadee.” He smiled, his hand going up to your back.

“I like it a lot” you rasped out, your lips pressing against him. To your surprise, you both lose balance, causing you both to fall back on the bed.

🪨Eijiro Kirishima🪨

Kirishima has been more focused on maintaining his hair color than the length. His hair was already long, so he didn’t think much of it going to his shoulders… then past. He was still able to spike it! So what did it matter? That was until it became too long to spike. The points starting to fall mid-patrol. If Sero hadn’t offered him a hair tie, he would have been pushing hair out of his eyes. He didn’t think about it that night, getting distracted by you, but this morning it hit him. Kirishima stood in the mirror, his hero uniform on, mask included, and stared at his face. How his hair lay limp at his shoulders and beyond. He could feel that sick feeling clawing up his gut, self-consciousness was creeping in. Did this look manly? Did he look weak like this? Did he even look good like this- would you like him like this? He self-deprecated himself mentally, wishing he got a haircut after patrol.

You passed by the bathroom, on your way to make breakfast. You were still in PJs, mid-yawn with messy hair.

“Hey uh pebble, can I ask you something.”

You paused and entered the doorway. Your body was still heavy with sleep as you walked behind your long-term boyfriend. Your arms wrapped around the back of his, your face smushed into his strong arm.

“What poppin Rocky?” You smiled lazily, your eyes meeting Kirishkmas in the mirror , you were still hazy with sleepy, and Kirishima could tell. It made him smile, watching you slowly open your eyes again. That was until he caught yours then his eyes. His hair.

“Pebble… do you think my hair looks too long?”

The tones snapped you awake. It brought your mind forward. Kiri was feeling self-conscious. No.

“Oh, I guess it has gotten a bit long.” You hummed, moving to the front of him. You stared at him, as if thinking about your responses, even though you already knew it. “But I like it, it’s nice.”

Kirishima was quiet for a moment, catching his reflection again. You watched his face fall.

“Are you sure?”

Kirishima asked, your heart lurched. You grabbed his hand.

“Rocky, you look good in everything. You look strong and scary with your hair spiked up, and you look strong and beautiful with it down. You look amazing either way.”

You smiled softly. Your fingers then trailed to his face mask, taking it off. “Plus, I like the un-spiked look. It makes it easier to play with your hair.” You hummed, finger running through a strand before your eyes caught his ruby ones. They were soft, a form of a thank you. You pecked his lips, “I’ll go make us some eggs”

“Wait pebble, my mask!” He caught your mysterious grin in the mirror before you turned the corner sharply. Kirishima could hear the sound of your feet hitting the floor as you run. He smiled brightly, you always brought him out of his mind. “I’m coming for you peddle!”

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berryafternoonn · 1 year

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Unknown Pleasures Ch.1

You’ve had a crush on Katsuki Bakugo since joining UA, but will another student change your mind?

Warnings: Minor angst

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The hum of the engine filled the car as the song stopped and Denki continued driving down the road. The last few weekends had consisted of Denki riling up whoever he could to come out on an adventure in his new car.

You sat in the middle back seat between Hanta and Katsuki, leaning your head against the headrest you let out a heavy sigh. A wave of relief washed over you finally being able to take your mind off responsibilities for a moment.

These random weekend adventures always lifted a weight off your shoulders and allowed you to enjoy your youth.

In the front seat, Hitoshi shifted uncomfortably. Hitoshi was a new addition to your usual cast of shenanigans. Denki had quickly befriended him much to the dismay of Katsuki who detested anyone new.

"What's Kirishima doing tonight?" Hanta asked curiously. Denki fiddled with his phone at a red light attempting to change the song.

"Oh, he is busy with Ashido~," Denki said in a sing-song voice.

"Tch- that's why you picked up this mind freak?" Katsuki huffed, making his disdain for a new face heard.

"Hey play nice blasty!" Denki called back to him.

Katsuki grunted and you giggled pinching his cheek, "Come on don't be rude," You teased.

"Cut it out!" Katsuki yelled smacking your hand away.

The light turned green, and Denki shoved his phone into Hitoshi's hand. "Why don't you be DJ man?" Denki suggested as he focused back on driving.

"You want me to choose a song?" Hitoshi clarified.

"Yeah, go ahead! I want to hear what you usually listen to!" Denki said encouragingly.

Hitoshi fiddled with Denki's phone until selecting the song Atmosphere by Joy Division.

"Oh! I love this song!" You exclaimed and began to sing.

Hitoshi's eyes wandered to the rearview mirror where he caught the reflection of you singing. The calm smile that painted your face as you sang the words perfectly caused his stomach to flutter.

However, the euphoria your playfulness gave him came crashing down when he noticed how your eyes wandered to Katsuki. Your eyes danced as they admired his face as if you were waiting for Katsuki to acknowledge you.

But what if you knew he looked at you the way you longed for Katsuki too?

His stomach only soured the more he observed the interaction. Katsuki's gaze stayed out the window completely indifferent to the softness of your expressions and the longingness in your eyes.

As if your soft features and carefree personality weren't enough to do him in, your voice was intoxicating as well. Hitoshi was sure he could spend a whole day listening to you sing his favorite songs.

Denki's voice infiltrated Hitoshi's daydream shattering his lovely image of you singing just for him.

"Alright, we're here!" Denki announced.

"About fucking time- had enough of being in this stupid car," Katsuki exclaimed and threw open the door exiting eagerly.

Hitoshi's eyes followed your figure as you quickly jumped out after Katsuki. The way the moonlight hit your skin as soon as you stepped out and your features bounced as you happily sprang in excitement forced him to suck in air to ground himself.

"You ready man?" Denki asked, noticing Hitoshi's slowness.

"Yeah," Hitoshi answered, forcing himself to blink away his desires and exit the car.

You five began to walk up a hiking trail. Denki had claimed the view had to be amazing at night, and hiking was one of the only things he could get Katsuki to agree to come to.

Hitoshi was new to the group and hung back observing the four of your interactions. It didn't take long for him to notice your gaze never left Katsuki. He was always in your line of vision and most of all he was the main person you responded to in the conversation. The other two boys might as well not have been there at all in your eyes.

Eventually, the conversation pushed you out as the three boys got into a heated discussion regarding something pointless.

Hitoshi quickened his pace, taking this opportunity to speak more with you.

"Hey," He called out to get your attention.

"Hey general studies~," You teased.

Hitoshi would have corrected you that he was enrolling in the hero course now, but your teasing caught him off guard and it took all his concentration not to be flustered by your comment.

"How are you enjoying the hike so far?" You asked.

"It's fine-," He shrugged his shoulders." So- what usually happens on these night outs?" he asked.

"Hmm- well usually we try to get in as much trouble as we can before Bakugo yells at us to go back," You giggled.

Hitoshi's nose scrunched up at the sound of how you sang out Katsuki's name. Your crush on him was all too evident.

But why?

What did you see in that belligerent blond?

“Are you excited to be in the hero course now?” you asked, snapping Hitoshi out of his thoughts.

“Yes of course. It’s all I’ve ever wanted… I’m especially excited to get to know everyone more.” He stated.

“Oh, that’s funny~ last I remember you said you weren’t here to make friends.” You teased.

Hitoshi flushed slightly at your comment, “Yes, I did say that- however, I find myself particularly excited to get to know you more. Speaking of that- would you like to go out to eat sometime?” He asked.

His words took the breath out of your lungs and froze your footsteps. Hitoshi stopped and turned to face you, taking in your shocked expression. You had never been asked out so straightforward before- nor did you expect it from your new classmate. And then there was your feelings for-…

Hitoshi spoke, bringing you out of your spiraling thoughts.

“It’s Bakugo, isn’t it?” He asked simply.

His words sent you into even more peril. In the brief time Hitoshi has spent with you he had picked up your crush on Katsuki. Was it that obvious?

“Is he your boyfriend?” Hitoshi asked further.

You stuttered like an idiot not knowing how to form a sentence after being so taken off guard. “He- well no he’s not but- I uh- I don’t-,” you tried to get out anything that would make sense. Thankfully, Hitoshi hated seeing you in such discomfort.

“It’s all right. You don’t have to explain, I think I understand. However… if you’re ever tired of waiting for him to appreciate you like he should- I can assure you I’d do a better job.” He spoke.

Your eyes searched his, completely overwhelmed by his boldness. His expression was genuine, calm, and serious. Hitoshi had every intention of laying out his affinity for you honestly and politely. It was unlike anything you had experienced before- and left you speechless.

“The hell are you two doing back there?” Katsuki spewed looking back at you both. In the fleeting moment you two had stopped to speak, the three boys had made some considerable distance.

Hitoshi let out a disgruntled sigh, the angry chihuahua's temper poked at his nerves. It was past cruel that such a vulgar man would have your affection. However, as Hitoshi averted his gaze from you to Katsuki he saw for the first time a quick shimmer of possessiveness in the blond's eyes.

Did Katsuki have some feelings for you after all? Or was it just his ego that appreciated your attention? Whatever the case, the tension that held between the two students was not going to be the last.

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propertyofkirishima · 4 months

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Be Quiet

hitoshi shinsou x reader

summary: y/n has always had a hard time staying quiet about anything. shinsou is the very opposite of that. he is reserved and mysterious. and of course, fate has to bite them in the ass. the two of them are partnered up for a final project in their last year of high school. why does the universe hate them?

a/n- this is assumed to be set in their last year (when they are legal adults) 💜 fic includes: fingering, thigh grinding, 69 position, lots of cum and snarky comments, enemies to lovers? and as always, no spell check!

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“shinsou is my partner?”

you feel a rush of blood to your cheeks. patting your cold hands against the newly hot skin, you sigh and fall into uraraka’s shoulder.

“he hates me, ochako!”

the girl laughs at you, allowing you to lean onto her shoulder. “i doubt that, y/n.”

“well clearly you haven’t seen him staring bullets into my back! if he had the option to kill me, i think he’d take it!”

you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. muttering your apologies, you separate from urararaka and step aside the board. you were probably blocking it from the people behind you. when you turn around, you are met with the exasperated face of your partner.

shinsou.

oh god, you wanted to die! to literally die! you felt your heart drop in your stomach, panic setting in. your eyes darted to uraraka, who was just as surprised as you.

fuck! fuck! fuck!

“i don’t want to kill you y/n.”

you stood there for a few moments, barely registering what he said. shinsou found it kind of cute...how incorrect you were about him. though your mouth opened, no words came out.

“hm, the loud girl finally shuts her mouth. how refreshing.”

huh?? how rude! you were never going to shut your mouth! fuck being embarrassed, that was just plain old mean!

“excuse me?! sensei, i need a new partner, stat! this one is being mean!”

your sensei glared at you, ever used to your antics and dramatic flair. “i’m not giving you a new partner just because he said something mean, y/n. this is not a preschool.”

“oh for fucks sake...” you sigh loudly, pushing your hair back from your face. “don’t be an asshole, shinsou.”

“can’t make any promises.”

“well then i can’t make any promises that my fist won’t come in contact with your face.”

“good luck with that, pretty girl.”

and with that, shinsou walked away. a smirk was on his face as you stood there stupidly. your hands touched your cheeks again, which felt like they were on fire.

“pretty girl? the hell does he mean, pretty girl? i hate men!”

but honestly, you didn’t hate that one. not in the slightest. you felt yourself becoming attracted to him. he was the kind of guy who seemed all tough on the outside but a sweetheart on the inside, like bakugou. but wayyyy hotter.

you’d always had a crush on shinsou. he was the complete opposite of you. what attracted you to him was his enigmatic nature. though he was reserved, he was also very intelligent and intuitive. when he raised his hand in class, he fascinated you, embarrassingly enough.

uraraka came over to you. “he likes you! a lot!”

you wanted to bang your head on a table. multiple times.

“i want to die.”

uraraka laughed at you, taking your hand. “cmon! let’s go back to class!”

TIME SKIP

shinsou liked to watch you in class. you were the most interesting person he’d ever laid eyes on. your voice carried throughout the classroom as you shouted a profanity that went with your story. that earned you a glare from your sensei, who you apologized to, then went on like it was nothing.

the class laughed at your lack of concern. shinsou couldn’t help but chuckle himself as well. you were quite the character. it took a certain type of person to be able to handle you and your mannerisms.

your eyes shifted over towards his. when you realized he was staring, shinsou smirked. he gave you a wave without a care in the world. he was unabashedly staring at you. face blushing pink, you quickly adverted your eyes.

TIME SKIP

it had been a few days since the classroom incidents. your due date was coming in a month or so. but you wanted to get it done early. so you went to one of your many class 3-A group chats and found shinsou’s number.

y/n: project? 💻

shinsou : sure

shinsou: what day

y/n: whatever day works best for you!

shinsou: friday?

y/n: kayyyy sounds good! come to my dorm after dinner :p

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you smiled to yourself and set your phone down. friday it is!

TIME SKIP

shinsou was on your bed. in grey sweatpants. on your bed.

you couldn’t help your eyes. they kept on going down to- nope! bad y/n! it was weird and perverted. if shinsou was looking down at your private parts you were sure you’d slap him!

did he notice? of course he did. but you had no idea. shinsou never really said anything about your obvious crush. he thought you were just adorable. that’s why he wore the sweatpants.

denki gave him the tip. shinsou would never admit it out loud, but his method worked. you were so flustered once he walked into your room. a chuckle came from his mouth when your eyes drifted down, but you had no idea he was laughing at you.

“so s-shinsou, what do you want to w-write about?”

the sexual tension was real. you could almost grasp it. it was emanating in the air, surrounding you.

“hmm,”

you bent over and grabbed a text book from your backpack. shinsou’s eyes widened as you displayed more of your thighs to him. the area of exposed skin made him feel some type of way. his thoughts began to drift to less appropriate things.

as you settled back down, your thighs squished back into your soft mattress. he wanted to touch them. to squish the thick skin in his hands. they looked so smooth. shinsou’s mind was that of a stereotypical teenage boy. how humiliating.

“shinsou, what do you uh, think about writing about how our pasts have affected our current motivations to become a h-hero.”

meanwhile shinsou’s brain was in a frizz. your room felt so hot. he carded his hands through his unruly violet hair.

gods, why did you bother him so much?

shinsou felt sweaty. so very sweaty.

“before we uh, get started,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. “do you mind if i take off my shirt?”

“HUH?!” you gaped.

is he playing tirkcs on you? certainly shinsou has to know you have a crush on him. your actions are anything but lowkey. has he noticed you staring at his sweaty body after he gets done training? the way the sweat drips down his abs- or how big his arms are. oh god- get back to reality, y/n!

“it’s hot as hell in here.”

“s’not! s’not that hot at all!!”

shinsou glared at you. you glared back. your line of defense was anything but successful. and he was right- it was hot. but you preferred the warmth over anything else.

“fine! whatever! but we need to get to this project!”

“attagirl. do you have a hair tie i could borrow?”

when shinsou puts his hair up, your brain ceases to function. you could already imagine his strands of curls hanging out of the low bun.

“mmm...lemme go look.”

you turned your back on him, blushing furiously. attagirl. a simple phrase that turned your brain to mush. the lack of the shirt, his hair in the sexiest style, low hanging sweatpants. yeah, you were fucked.

finding a hair tie, you turned around to see that shinsou was sprawled on your full sized bed. his chest was face down (thank god) and his ring clad fingers were flipping through one of your journals.

“woah woah, nosy! get your dumb pretty boy head out of there!”

shinsou chuckled as you swatted him with the same book he was looking through seconds ago. you scold him under your breath as you return the journal to its rightful place. he had some nerve, going through your stuff!

“you think i’m pretty?” he teased

god, you hoped the entry he stumbled upon was a depressive episode entry and that he was just teasing you.

“no, i think you’re ugly and stupid. focus on the project, for christ’s sake!”

shinsou was disappointed by your reply. but he was sure that it was a front. your blushing face and flustered movements told an entirely different story.

“can’t say it was easy to understand when you were stuttering the whole time trying to explain the idea for it.”

taking the hair tie from your hand, shinsou pulled his hair up. half was up and half was down. a few unruly locks escaped his messy style. you hated to admit it, but he made you wet with just one look.

“oh for fucks sake! scoot over, asshole. i need room on my bed too!”

“can’t help that it’s tiny, princess.”

in spite of yourself, you mocked him. but truth be told, you loved it when he called you princess. you wanted him so terribly badly. he could call you any pet name and you’d think it was hot.

“what, you don’t like it when i call you princess?”

“shut up you-“

a startled gasp came from your mouth as he grabbed your chin. shinsou looked down at you condescendingly. such a fucking brat. but such a cute one at that.

“tell me the truth.”

his quirk- fuck! stupid shinsou with that incredible quirk! the control you had on your body temporarily ceased. your mind felt as though it went blank. and your lips were compelled to answer his question.

“i like it when you call me princess.”

“of courseeee you do, you just wanna act like a brat, huh princess? do you prefer brat or what?”

the response was automatic. robotic, almost.

“i like both.”

“attagirl. now you can shut that pretty mouth of yours.”

you were struggling against his control. being a victim of shinsou’s quirk was quite the inconvenience. he could literally ask you anything and you would have to say the answer.

“but i’m not that mean, so dontcha worry. i’ll release my control on you.”

once you were free again, you nearly lunged yourself at him.

“shinsou i am one step away from smacking the ever living daylights out of you!”

“calm down princess, i just wanted to test you.”

“test me? i’m starting to hate this.”

shinsou chuckled. “oh yeah? this has to be my favorite project of the year.”

“whatever, eyebags! onto the project!”

“eyebags?!”

you ignored him, continuing on with your spiel.

“basically, i think we should do how our pasts affect our current hero ambitions! like how you were put into class 1-B the first year and transferred to class 2-A in your second, ya know?”

“mmm, okay. at least you didn’t stutter that time.”

you smacked him with one of your books. little shit.

and so, you and shinsou began collaborating on your project. shinsou remained relatively distracted though, as so much of your skin was exposed. your long sleeve barely covered your boobs from spilling out. and that little mini skirt did nothing to hide your thighs. and the worst of all- that heart garter. he loved to hate those stupid things you wore every day. shinsou imagined himself biting down on your thighs- even imagined you naked with just the garters and panties and bra. you were too much of a hinderance to his learning.

you tried to ignore his stares. but it became increasingly difficult as more hours went on. the sexual tension was still there, burning more than ever. you decided to break it.

"shinsou- are you almost done?" you inquired.

shinsou sighed, shoving his laptop shut. he needed to get to the point- and quickly.

“listen princess, this project is interesting and all, but i have my mind on other things.”

you raised a brow. “oh? and what might that be?”

“we need to cut the tension and be honest with each other. i'm so fucking horny, y/n. i need you on my lap, making out with me.”

“sh-shinsou?” you whispered, stunned.

“oh, don’t tell me you don’t feel the same.”

“i- it’s just so sudden is all!”

“yeah, well i’m not an idiot. i can tell when a girl is horny too.”

you frowned at him, upturning your nose. the hell did he know about that? and since when was it ‘obvious’ to a person? shinsou gauged your reaction, only fueling his need.

“i have half a mind to kick you out of my room.”

“but cha won’t, will ya princess? you want me just as bad as i want you.”

you brought your body closer to his, letting your thighs rest on his chest. shinsou only smirked, his deep chuckle in your ear. his greedy hands pulled on the plushy, soft skin of your thighs.

now it was your turn to tease him. your index finger trailed from his sharp jawline to v line towards his pants. shinsou simply observed you as your finger raked down his pale skin.

“how do you know that i want you so bad, shinsou?”

“i can smell ya from right here, brat.”

you weren’t even ashamed of your wetness. your pussy clenched at shinsou’s arrogant words. god, you panties were absolutely soaked. you spread your thighs and adjusted once again, letting your wet panties soak into his gray sweatpants.

“why don’t you just drop the stupid fucking innocent act?”

“m’not acting any way sir.”

“oh really?” he growled, pulling your collar back to him. “because last time i checked, i had the mind control quirk. so if you keep lying to me, i’ll force you to tell the truth.”

a whimper came from your throat as he moved his fingers to your neck. the thin, long fingers that you had wet dreams about. you wanted him to scissor you, shove them in your mouth, or even choke you if you got lucky. and it seemed like his mind ran to the same things.

“don’t be such a meanie, shin!”

“tell.”

his fingers wrapped around your throat.

“me.”

a single squeeze. you moaned, gripping desperately onto your bed sheets. fistfuls of the cotton material. fingers and eyes begging for more.

“the.”

oh god, now he was really doing it. his fingers squeezed hard.

“truth.”

a strained moan came from your throat as his fingers rendered you weak. you made a squealing sound and pulled at his wrist. shinsou chuckled as he watched your desperate hands. he wanted to tease more, but knew that you were finally willing to admit the truth.

“i’m acting like a brat because i want you to fuck me, sir.”

“and you just love acting like a brat. you love acting all innocent, being the adorable little thing you are. acting so oblivious. it’s a damn shame that you couldn’t own up to your desires sooner. i'd have fucked you all the way through high school.”

“really?” you smiled at him. "i never knew, shinsou."

shinsou smirked back, brushing hair from your face. you were so sweet despite your loudmouth. "i always thought you were hot, y/n. you'd be stupid to think you aren't attractive."

you nodded your head.

“god, your eyes are so pretty. they will look even prettier crying when i overstim you.”

“shinsou-” you gasped. he smirked as he threw you down on the bed. shinsou towered over you, chain hanging by your lips. his hand gripped your cheeks, squishing your adorable face.

“tell me what you need, my pretty princess.”

“i wanna be on your lap shinsou.”

fucking hell, the two of you were a match made in heaven. he always imagined your thick thighs wrapped around his chest. shinsou chuckled, sitting up against the wall. his hands beckoned you and his legs spread to welcome you on his lap.

"go on. sit on me, princess."

you blushed. "shinsou- i'm chubby."

your adorable little pouty face. shinsou shook his head. "get those thick ass thighs on me before i grab you myself."

you began to rock back and forth on his thigh. shinsou felt your hips grind your wet cunt into the material of his sweatpants. he looked down to see a giant wet spot and tsked to himself.

“naughty little girl, leaving a mess for me to clean up.”

“mmm~ i’ll always be naughty for you~”

he chuckled to himself as he observed you. entranced in the way you got yourself off. your eyes were screwed shut but your mouth was wide open. back arched close to his chest, nearly pressing against him. whines and whimpers fell from your mouth as you experienced an ultimate sense of euphoria.

“that’s it princess. keep on going.”

"shinsou, you're so big and muscly-" you whined.

your hands gripped at his biceps. he flexed slightly so you could feel his strength, which made you giggle. natuso couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"yeah? you like it?"

"uh huh!" you moaned as he rocked his thigh up into your pussy. shinsou loved watching you fall apart on him. "that feels really good sir!"

“oh yeah princess? you like grinding on my thigh like a little whore?”

“yes sir! feels so fucking good!!”

shinsou chuckled. he watched your face contort as you fell apart for him. the way your jaw dropped open and you threw your head back. how your thighs trapped his own. your boobs jiggling.

“god y/n, look at you. fucking falling apart on me and i haven’t even touched you yet have i? you’re a desperate little girl aren’t you?”

“so desperate daddy!” you whine, gripping onto his arm.

shinsou feels you press your tits around his arm. he leans into your ear and watches goosebumps appear as he speaks. your whimpers became louder until they were moans. he felt your pace hasten as you came closer.

“you gonna cum, pretty princess?”

shinsou chuckled as you moaned his name at climax. he had never seen anything so hot in his life. everything about this was perfect for him.

once you came down, you blinked. “oh my god- what have i done?”

“came all over my thigh like a dirty little girl.”

“shinsou!” you whined. “you’re so mean! i-i just can’t believe i did that…”

shinsou leaned against the wall, smirking. “oh i fuckin can. you’ve been horny for me, haven’t you?”

you gasped, wrapping your legs around him. shinsou felt you sit on his hard cock. his eyebrows knit as you settled your warm pussy right on top of him.

“i’m not telling!”

shinsou didn’t even register what you said though. you felt his dick throb. it was clear he needed to be taken care of.

“fuck y/n, you’re so hot. i should’ve shut you up like this long ago.”

shut me up? you pouted once again. “what d’ya mean shinsou? what do you wanna do?”

shinsou thought about it for a second. he didn’t want to rush into things. but he also wanted to pleasure you and show you just how skilled he was.

“69?” he asked

you blinked. “s-shin…i’ve never done that before,”

he took his face into his hands. those wandering eyes, peering into his own. they shined with lust. “oh princess, you’ll do amazing. i’m here to help you through…first things first.”

he pushed you off his lap. you gasped as you landed back on your pillow. shinsou wasted no time in tearing off your shorts.

“now princess…do you wanna keep your shirt on? i won’t force ya into anything.”

you were shy. you nodded your head.

“that’s okay baby. perfectly fine. i’m gonna take your panties off, okay?”

as he removed your panties, he smelled your pussy. his dick twitched uncontrollably, especially when he felt how wet the panties were. shinsou curiously pushed one of your thighs up. this revealed your sloppy, wet pussy to him. he audibly groaned.

“fuck princess. i need to feel this cunt.”

he took a finger, plunging it inside. your back arched as you felt the sensation. shinsou’s breathing became faster as he heard the squelching noises. he added another finger, making you cry out his name.

“shinsou! oh god- it feels really good!”

shinsou thought about how his cock would be even better. but that needed to wait. just like the fingers. he promised you 69, and 69 was what you were going to get. you whined as he withdrew his fingers.

“ah ah ah, don’t you start making those sounds. i could be real mean to you baby and not make you feel good.”

you shook your head quickly. “no sir! i wanna still feel good!”

shinsou loved this control. he towered over your body, each hand on the side of your head. he leaned down and seized your lips. you were caught in a storm of tongue and passion. both of you moaned into the kiss.

“need to switch positions princess. those thighs are gonna be around my head and that mouth is gonna swallow my cock. okay?”

you nodded your head, allowing him to rest his on your pillow. “you sure you won’t suffocate? i’m a bigger girl…”

“fuck, if i suffocate, ill die the happiest man. i have been dreaming about those thick ass fuckin thighs. can’t wait for you to sit that pussy down. it’ll be the perfect place for it.”

you giggled, though still unsure of yourself. shinsou took his sweats down, allowing for his dick to spring free. a little gasp escaped you. you couldn’t wait to suck it.

“you like what you see, my princess?”

“yes daddy! ‘m gonna treat you sooo good!”

you eagerly wrapped your hands around the base. shinsou hissed, slapping the back of your thighs. “put your pussy on my fucking face.”

finally, you sat on his face. natsuo absolutely lost it. all these moans came from him as he devoured your insides. and as for you, you arched your back and slurped up and down.

“fuck!” natsuo mumbled. “fuckin amazing head,”

as you went down, so did your pussy. the two of you were in perfect tandem. natsuo gripped onto your hips, slapping your ass occasionally. he couldn’t wait for more of these moments. next time he’d fuck your face, or even your pussy if you’d let him.

you loved sucking his cock. especially when he added inside his fingers. you were absolutely lost in pleasure. it felt so good to take care of shinsou while still also feeling good. he began twitching in your mouth. you began slowing your movements, becoming closer yourself.

“shit- shinsou! shinsou! it feels so good daddy!” you moaned

he felt you swallow him whole. shinsou’s eyes widened, feeling himself get close. he began to jerk up his hips, loving the sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you choke.

you pushed your pussy on his face harder, practically fucking yourself on him. you slid your pussy up and down his lips, even side to side. you knew he was going to be absolutely covered in your juices.

he began to twitch, jerking his thighs all the way up without stopping. you choked, feeling his cum shoot up into your throat. quickly, you tore yourself off.

“shin-shinsou! please daddy~ make me cum too!”

when you looked back, shinsou only spurted more cum. it was all over your neck and he could see it on your tongue and lips. he gripped your thighs extra tight, quickening his pace.

“fuck daddy! yes! that’s so good!”

shinsou loved your pussy. he felt you go up from his nose to down his chin. and he wanted you to get it all over him. it was the best feeling he had ever experienced.

finally, you let out your final whine. “i feel it daddy~ oh god!”

you immediately pulled yourself off him. shinsou frowned, but quickly smirked again when you sat back on his chest. now there would be pussy on his tummy too.

“god princess…” he sighed, propping his head up. “i’m covered in you!”

you put your face in your hands as if it would help. shinsou chuckled. “did you like it?”

“uh huh- loved it shinsou.”

he brought your hands down and put them around his neck. you leaned down, cuddling yourself on top of him. shinsou smiled, petting your head softly.

“it was the best time i’ve ever had…” you admit

“yeah?” shinsou said. “me too.”

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