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saturnsorbits · 1 year

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Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Smut, Insecurity, Spanking, Cream-Pie, Soft-ish Sex, Nipple Play, Friends to Lovers, Background Suggested KiriBaku and IzuOcha.

Word Count: 6.7k.

Summary: Shinso has been using his voice modulator to fulfil other people's fantasies, but all you want is for him to be himself.

A/N: This is my first dip into Shinso. It was a lot of fun and I quite liked discovering 'my' version of his character for this!

It’s by accident that you bump into Kirishima leaving Shinso’s apartment at almost eight on a Saturday morning. He’s dressed, just, in a pair of lounge shorts that look half-pulled up and an open shirt that is half tucked into his boxers. There’s only one sock on his foot when he topples over the threshold and his eyes blow wide when he sees you, phone half out of your pocket in the hallway.

‘H - Hi.’ Swallowing hard, Kirishima forces a smile to his lips. It doesn’t crease his eyes. ‘I - Uh, I was just… Uhm, I - What’re you doing here so early?’

Lifting the small paper bag in your hand, the logo of a local eatery emblazoned on the front, you raise your eyebrows. ‘De-brief and breakfast.’

‘Oh.’ Kirishima’s lips form a circle as he clings to the duffle bag he has pressed to his chest.

‘There’s enough for three, if -.’

‘Oh. No. No. No. I should, I need to get to work…’ He gives you that smile again, although it’s a little dimmer than usual.

‘If you’re sure…’

‘Yeah. Yeah… I -.’ With his legs unlocking under him, Kirishima makes for the stairs. ‘Thanks for the offer, anyway!’

‘No problem.’ You call after him as red hair vanishes in the stair well. ‘Tell Katsuki I said hi!’

His voice is dim in the stairwell. ‘I will!’

Chuckling to yourself, you turn back to the door and knock with two shallow taps. There’s barely a beat before it’s pulled open, a tired and shirtless Shinso occupying its frame.

‘He’s subtle.’ You smirk. ‘And you look like you’ve been mauled.’ Slipping past him, you try not to stare at the thick scratches across Shinso’s hips and down the length of his back.

Shinso rolls his eyes, but smiles as he drawls a bored: 'Don't know what you're talking about.' before turning to shut the door. Yawning, he stretches, lithe body pulling taught as he pulls up onto the balls of his feet and links his hands together over his head with straight locked elbows. 'You got tofu?'

You clench your jaw shut when it falls ajar and quickly avert your gaze in favour of unpacking your bag onto his low-set coffee table. 'What do you take me for?'

Padding over to the couch, he tosses himself down with a groan and tugs on the back of your shirt. As soon as you turn, peering over your shoulder with an arched eyebrow he reaches out with his palms and grabs at the air repeatedly.

'Didn't your mother teach you how to use words?'

He makes the gesture again, a grin slowly stealing his lip.

Shaking your head, you collect the few items you'd ordered for him together before dropping them into his hands.

There's a beat as he rifles through his stash and then, he's huffing and yanking a large cup from the center of the pile. 'You got tea, too?'

'Usual for now, chamomile for later.'

Shinso groans as soon as he finishes taking a long, drawn out sip from the edge and lets his head loll back against the sofa. 'You're a dream come fucking true.'

You chuckle, sifting through the bags until you find your own meal and set it on your lap. 'Are you talking to me or your tea?' From the corner of your eye you watch him smirk and press a kiss the side of his cup.

'My tea... Who else?'

Rolling your eyes, you poke around in your small take-out box hoping that the distraction will soothe the butterflies in your stomach. Your cheeks are heating, your limbs light and tingly as you steal another sideways glance at your partner.

'So...' Shinso catches your eye and straightens up. 'When do you wanna start, y'know...'

You swallow, watching the way the muscles in his shoulders and arms flex as he gets comfortable again. It's hard not to stare. Especially, when he's sat in front of you, lazy and relaxed with no shirt and his sweat-pants so low on his hips the elastic of his boxers is clearly visible. 'Huh?'

'… Going over the mission?' Leaning forward, he digs his elbows into his knees and furrows his eyebrows. The fat over his abs bunches, rolling adorably. 'You okay?'

'Yeah... Yeah.' You force a smile to your lips and shake yourself, trying not to look at his stomach and think about how his skin would taste. 'You wanna start now?'

'Right.' Stuffing a mouthful of rice into his face, Shinso shifts his food onto the coffee table and stands. He wipes his hands on his sweat pants, inadvertently pushing them further down his hips as he pads off towards his home office.

It takes a second for you to steady your heart, a palm pressed to your sternum telling you that you're a few beats shy of almost passing out as you bite your lip. The thick scratch marks down Shinso's spine are bright red and harsh, standing out vividly against his skin and dipping low into his underwear. They make your mind drift, wondering just what it would be like to leave your own marks...

'So -.'

You jump when he reappears, too caught up in your day dreaming to notice him.

Shinso stops, smiling. There's a collection of folders in his arms, binders and loose files piled high, along with a collection of discs and his mask that balances awkwardly atop the pile. The weight makes his biceps bulge. 'What's got you so distracted?'

'Huh?' Clearing your throat, you blink. 'Just – just thinking about the case.'

A wry smile takes hold of his lip, but even though he doesn't believe you he doesn't push. Instead, he skates around the front of the sofa and sits himself back down with a soft: umphf. Scattering the folders on the cushions between you, he plucks his food back from the table and re-fills his cheeks. 'That's everything, knock yourself out.'

You hum and wipe your hands on one of the small, brown napkins before digging into the mess of files. In many ways, Shinso is the perfect partner. The papers are organised perfectly, dates and times ordered, reports immaculately filled out and all the research stapled together to stop it from getting lost or mixed up. You look up, chewing on your lip as a warmth blooms once more in your stomach to see...

Shinso's eyes almost roll clean into the back of his head when he takes a bite of the sweet pastry you'd sneaked into his breakfast order. There's crumbs on his lips, the skin wet and rosy from where he's licked them. A groan breaches his mouth, the dull timbre vibrating in the back of his throat and making his Adam's apple shake.

In many ways, Shinso is the perfect partner, but in other's he's the worst.

'Can you, like, not.' An all too familiar rush of heat makes its way up through your stomach making you want to curl over around it. Clenching your jaw, you suck at the sides of your cheeks and will the heat not to drift lower.

'What?' He speaks around a mouthful, cheeks puffed out, all evidence of his former seduction wilting quickly as he tries to chew.

'N – Nothing, just...' You swallow and attempt to roll your eyes, adverting your gaze, but get caught as he anxiously licks his lips again.

His eyebrows raise, concern etching itself onto his soft cheeks. 'Have I got something on my face?'

'No.'

'My chest? I haven't managed to drip...'

'No.'

'Why're you staring then?' He blinks.

Finally managing you wrench your gaze from him, you glare at the folders on the couch. ''m not staring.'

Shinso wriggles closer, a smirk itching at his lip. 'You were.'

'Can we just get on with this?' Snapping your eyes back up to him, you sigh. There's something wriggling in your stomach, something that only seems to worsen when his look of smugness transforms into one of reservation.

'Yeah. Sure...' Twisting, he slips his meal back onto the coffee table before taking up his mask. He fiddles with the dials on it, large, calloused hands looking almost dainty as he manipulates the metal making it click dull into the new silence of the room.

You try not to sound dejected when he falls straight back into work mode. His shoulders are still relaxed, but there's a new tension making the vicious scratches on his shoulders look taught and angry. There's a littering of bruises too, still purple and fresh scattered down the side of his neck – only visible when he tilts his head just right. It makes your stomach flip. ‘We need the voice mod frequencies you where using too…’

Shinso nods, pulling the mask onto his face he secures it quickly and hauls in a breath before... 'This was the -' Bakugo’s voice sifts through the air, pushed easily through the metal bars of Shinso’s mask with an airy breath. His eyes are dragged wide, a soft blush peaking out from above the edges of the voice modulator. He laughs, attempting to break the tension, but winces as soon as Bakugo's harsh snorting leaps into the air from his mouth. Unbuckling the mask, Shinso slips it off of his face to reveal reddening cheeks. He looks caught, like a child preparing to be scolded.

You tilt your head, feeling a rush of something cold trickle down your spine. 'Why'd you do it?'

'What?'

'Fuck people who want you to pretend you're someone else.'

Shinso blanches, the redness of his cheeks quickly vanishing back into the paleness of his skin as he blinks. Swallowing, he sinks into the couch, turning just enough to press his entire back to the cushions. When he speaks, it's quiet, but firm. 'I'm helping them.'

You shake your head. 'You're hurting yourself.'

He shrugs. 'Are we going to go through the report, or -.'

Part of you wants to push, wants to force him to explain... but, you drop it when you notice that he's knotting his hands in his lap. His knuckles look red, raw from where he's bending them around each other. You grit your teeth. Then, before you can think better of it, you reach out leaning across the folders between you to prise his hands from one another, stopping his twisting. He let's you take his hand with surprising ease, replacing his own fingers with your own as you press your palm to his and entwine your digits.

Staring at your hand, encased in his as it sits in his lap, Shinso feels his heart stutter in his chest. Feeling your touch loosen his tongue, he keeps his eyes trained on your hands when he lets his jaw drop to speak. 'Me and Kirishima...' He starts. 'We haven't been... It's only been a few months.'

You hum. 'He wasn't the first?'

Shinso shakes his head and chuckles. 'Nah...' Shifting his grip, he resists the urge to brush his thumb across the soft skin of your hand. 'Uraraka.'

'What?'

'It was Uraraka. The first one, the one who... Y'know.' He chuckles, but there's no humour under his words. 'She was trying to get over Midoriya before... Well, before they figured their shit out.'

'That's...' Your nose wrinkles. 'And you said, yes?'

'Seemed like a good idea at the time... Didn't expect it to, y'know, turn into a whole thing.'

Lifting your thumb, you brush it across the back of his hand and shuffle until the folders are digging into both of your thighs. 'But, doesn't it -.'

'I don't really think about it any more.' Despite himself, Shinso finds himself sinking further into the touch. He drags his eyes up, following the flow of your body from hand, to wrist, to elbow and shoulder until his gaze is dragging across the plain of your neck and settling on your lips. 'It's just sex.'

'...Where you pretend to be other people.'

'Role play is a thing.' For the first time in a while, a smile tugs at his lip. He squeezes your hand.

You let his smile infect you, bringing one to your own lips before curiosity is itching at the back of your neck once again. 'When was the last time you didn't use it?'

'The modulator?' He blows air of out his nose and whistles low. 'Uh... Maybe -.'

You arc an eyebrow and reach over him, pinching at his elbow with you empty hand. 'You can't remember, can you?'

He flinches, but chuckles. 'I can, I can – I just...'

You pinch him again. 'Don't lie.'

'Just let me think!'

And again. 'You're thinking up a lie.'

Twisting himself, he snatches at your hand and wraps a palm around your wrist. 'So what if I am?'

Rolling your eyes, you play at his hand with your fingertips, routinely lifting each digit and putting it back down with a soft little tap. 'You're insufferable...' You twist your wrist in his grasp until you can get hold of his forearm. 'Why won't you give me a straight answer?'

A cold chill breaks out across his shoulders when your question hits him, but it melts easily off of his shoulders when he catches your eye, replaced by an awkward smile. He wants to tell you, to open up his stomach and spill his guts, but he can't. The words jam in his throat, caught below the idea of appearing pathetic to... Well, to you.

'Just spit it out... Shin, it's just me... I -.'

He groans. That's the problem, he thinks.

'C'mon, it's hardly as if you can't get laid without it. I mean, fucking look at you...' You giggle, eyebrows raising high off of your forehead. 'You can't not know you're hot.'

Shinso's mouth drops open.

'Oh, fuck off, Shin. I've been sat here trying not to drip onto your damn couch because you're just wondering around with no shirt on...' You slip your hand from his and gesture at him, voice slowly growing more animated as his eyebrows somehow migrate higher into his hair line. 'And those pants are so low I can practically see the start of your cock, so I don't know where you get off trying to -.' You yelp, flinching back when Shinso leans over to wrap a large hand around your jaw, effectively silencing you.

'Really?'

With your cheeks pressed together, your words come out awkward and slurred. 'Huh?'

'You...' He licks his lips. 'You think, that I'm – me – I -.'

'Hot, yes... How're you struggling with this?'

'But...' Shaking his head, Shinso releases your chin. 'We work together.'

'Yeah.' A chuckle leaves your lips as you mourn the heat of his hand on your skin. You're tempted to chase it, to press your cheeks back into his palm, but you don't. 'So you can imagine how hard my life is...'

A smile creases Shinso's mouth, lips stretching wide as something curious creeps into his eyes. 'Would you want to...'

'Want to...'

He rolls his eyes so hard the strain burns. 'You've just admitted that you're wet -.'

You squeak and hit him. 'It was hyperbole.'

'So, you don't want to fuck me then?'

Licking at your teeth, you squirm. 'I didn't say that.'

'So...' Shuffling, he untangles his hand from yours and snatches his mask from the table. His hands manipulate the buckles, twisting and turning until they unlatch and he can raise it to his face. 'Who do you want me to be?'

Your shoulders sag. There's a stone in your stomach, one that only sinks deeper as you watch him hold the modulator over his cheek bones.

'You already know I do a pretty good Bakugo...' He fiddles with the dials at the sides of his mask. 'Or... I could do: Todoroki?' This time, when his voice slips into your ears its encased in ice. Todoroki's flat tone is a weird comparison beside Shinso's natural lazy drawl. 'Or...' Giving one of the dials a decent turn and causing the machine to whirr horribly, he coughs twice before... 'I could be Midoriya?'

Your nose wrinkles.

'Definitely not Midoriya, then...' Instantly, his hands are back twisting at his mask, but before he can spit out another foreign voice your hand is covering the front of his masks grill.

''Toshi...' Shifting closer, you move the folders that separate you and test the waters by laying a soft hand on his shoulder. He presses into your touch, which bolsters your confidence encouraging you to swing a leg over his hips. You come down softly at either side of his thighs and catch his jaw in your hands tossing the mask off to the side to reveal his face again. 'I don't want you to be anyone else...' You smile, pressing in close until you can feel his breath hitch against your lips. '… I want you.'

'Holy shit.' In his chest, his heart races beating an odd beat against his ribs as he sinks into the couch. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, doesn't know what to say or how to breathe. 'I -.'

'I just want you, 'Toshi.'

For the first time in a long time, Shinso doesn't have to think before he acts. There's no thought behind the way he reaches for your waist and kneads at your skin in his hands, no wondering if he's acting like the person he's pretending to be, if the movement matches the voice. No. Instead, he acts. Just acts. Surging forward, he cranes his neck to kiss you and swallows down the soft moan you grant him when your lips touch his.

There's something easy in kissing him. Your lips knead against his, stealing soft gasps as you rock yourself deeper into his lap. Your pelvis meets his, the thin material of your pants doing nothing to cushion the growing swell poorly hidden in his sweatpants. Pulling back for half a second, you let your forehead rest against his. Your heart is beating out of your chest, the thin later of muscle and bone separating it from your skin seeming more fragile by the second as you wriggle, paused and nervous. 'Don't you want me too?'

'Yeah.' Shinso leans up, forcing you back on his thighs, but before you can get far he's wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against his chest. 'Fuck, yes.'

A smile tickles your lip as he echoes your expression. You feel it, the grin, on your chin and neck as he pecks at your skin. The first kiss he litters on your body is at the turn of your jaw and dry. The second, wetter – thanks to a quick lick of his lips - is placed gently along the line of your pulse. The third however, isn't a kiss at all. Starting at the base of your neck, he licks a thick, long stripe from the plain of your shoulder to the edge of your ear.

'Can feel your heartbeat...' He mumbles, lips pressed to you skin. The dull thumbing of your heart radiates through his skin, each beat like a siren call as he wonders how worked up he can get you. 'Feels like you're a little excited.'

You chuckle, but rock forward making sure that your pelvis presses heavily over his hardness. A gasp leaps from his throat for your trouble. 'Feels like I'm not the only one.'

He hums and bucks, forcing you to feel more of his cock. His hands squeeze at your waist, palms flattening as they slip down your back with his fingers playing at your spine. Slipping his hands half-underneath your ass, he gropes at you kneading the flesh before sitting up straighter. 'You keep on like this and we're not gonna get to my bedroom, baby.'

Reaching behind you, you prise his hands from your ass and slip off of his lap. His forwardness has you eager, your body already flaming and desperate, but as the mood steadily grows heavier you come to one, startling realisation... It's Tuesday.

He reaches for you, fingers brushing the skin of your wrist as if to pull you closer once more, but before he can gain purchase on your limb you're taking a solid step backwards.

'Best get moving then...' Tilting your head, you offer him nothing but a coy smile and a raised eyebrow before darting off in the direction of his bedroom.

'Oi!' He's on his feet in an instant, eyes wide with a chuckle on his tongue as his socked feet and hard cock make a mischief of trying to catch you. 'Come here you little shit!' Slipping, he skids around the side of the couch and all but tumbles down the corridor after you, only to have his own bedroom door slammed in his face. 'Oi – what...' Pushing against it, he's surprised to meet resistance. 'Baby?'

Behind the door, the pet name makes you shiver, but there's no time to indulge the tingling that seeps through your stomach as you flick open your pants and fight with the hem of your shirt. 'One second...'

'You're -.' The door handle jiggles. 'You're in my room. I thought – I don't know what kind of sex you've been having, but I don't really get how I'm supposed to fuck you through the door.'

'You're not!'

He presses a shoulder to the door, pushing a little harder against it. Whatever you've jammed behind it is already giving. 'Then let me in...'

'In a second.' Struggling still, you're almost all the way out of your t-shirt when the door slams open, revealing a confused and slightly panting Shinso.

'What...' He hauls in a breath. 'Was all that about...'

'I -.' Biting at your lip, you try and swallow the embarrassment coiling in your stomach. Your whole face is burning, you can feel it even obscured by the bulk of your shirt as it sticks to your elbows and shields your face.

Slowly, he pads towards you. Taking hold of the hem of your shirt, he peels it upwards and grins crooked when you finally reappear. With your t-shirt in his hands, he thumbs at the material. 'What's all this about?'

Your hands cover your chest.

'If you don't want to -.'

'No...' It leaves your lips as a shout, louder than you had intended.

'Okay. So... What's with the...' He gestures you with your shirt. 'Y'know.'

'You can't laugh.'

'At what?'

Hauling in a breath, you squeeze your eyes shut. There's hardly any hiding now anyway. Gingerly, you remove your hands from your chest and slip your thumbs into the open waistband of your pants, slipping them down your legs. 'I didn't know that... Y'know, and – Well, I'm not exactly -.' Your explanation is cut short when cold fingertips meet your hip.

'Is that a hole?'

'No.' You squeak and swat at him, batting his hand away from what is definitely a hole in the seam of your underwear. 'Yes... I – I've been working overtime and with this stupid mission I haven't had time to go shopping and -.'

This time, when Shinso touches you, he drops your t-shirt to place both hands on your hips. His thumbs brush across your skin just above your underwear. 'That's what this was about?'

You nod, biting viciously at the inside of your cheek. 'I kind of...' Swallowing a chuckle, you look down at your feet. 'I kind of wanted to be sexy... Not -.'

'You are sexy...' Releasing your hip with one hand, he places it under your jaw to tilt your head back up. 'Even with holes in your underwear.'

Part of you wants to snap back, to deny him and call him a liar, but that's hard when he's looking at you like he wants to devour you. His eyes are dark pits, molten and burning as he tears his gaze hungrily across your body. Tip-toeing slightly, you press your nose to his – a silent request.

He grants you it easily, letting your lips come together. His hand return to roaming, slipping down your back and cupping your ass to give it another healthy squeeze. When he pulls away, his eyebrows are furrowed. 'Have these got writing on?'

'No – I.'

A broken chuckle escapes his mouth when he grabs your arm and spins you on the spot. His eyes land on your ass, the plush flesh wrapped in green cotton that has definitely seen better days – the word: 'Tuesday' written in faded gold right across your cheeks.

'Stop laughing at me...' You whine.

'Not laughing...' His voice is smoky as he places a kiss on your shoulder. 'Just admiring.'

The slap that meets your ass is hard enough to sting. You gasp and tilt forward, only to be caught by strong arms wrapping around you. With his chest presses to your back, you're free to grind against the cock pressing to your ass – earning yourself your own chuffed moan of appreciation.

'Appreciating...' Purring over your shoulder, he kneads your ass in his hands. 'You have a great ass, you know.'

'Your sudden obsession with it might have given that away...' A soft kiss is placed on your shoulder, making you stretch out your neck. Your cunt flutters, heartbeat causing it to drool straight into your underwear as Shinso continues to grope at you and litter kisses up and down your neck.

Letting his hands reluctantly drift back up your sides, Shinso leans back just enough to unclasp your bra and slip it from your shoulders before spinning you until you’re chest to chest again. He urges you backwards, slow steps pushing you closer and closer to the edge of his bed until, with a squeak, you fall backwards onto it. You're barely given a second to bounce before there's a knee at your hip and his body is towering over you.

You reach out, fingers pressing to the skin of his chest as you trail soft touches down his stomach. It makes your stomach tense and flutter, being able to feel him like this. Each hard ridge of muscle is cushioned, layered gently with fat the squishes under your hands. Dragging your nails back up his chest, you thumb at his nipples and earn yourself a sharp groan.

'Fuck.' With his head rocking back on his shoulders, Shinso makes a place for himself between your thighs. Hauling them up, he encourages you to cling to his waist as you play at him earning more moans from his throat.

Licking your lips, you lean up to press your lips to the cleft of his pecs. 'You like that?'

'What? Me moaning isn't enough?' He snarks.

'Maybe I just want to hear more?' Laying out your tongue, you press the flat to a nipple and flick at it making sure to keep your eyes on his. The bump of his Adam's apple bobs, locking away a whine that makes his whole body shake. Wrapping your legs around him tighter, you dig the heel of your foot into his ass to press him close making him feel how wet you are even through the layers still separating you.

Shinso hisses. Snatching at your hands, he pins them above your head against the mattress in one of his. He smirks before dipping his head to your chest and treating you in kind. Kissing at the highest point of your breast, he takes his time working his way down to your nipple. His teeth graze your skin making you buck and wrap around him tighter as your chest arcs from the bed, but even if you wanted to escape, you're not sure you'd be able.

Just by tasting your skin, Shinso knows he's done for. Sucking a bruise into tit, he finally lets his mouth wrap around your nipple. A chorus of moans flood his ears making his cock kick in his sweats. Already he can feel the simmering heat in his stomach bubbling.

You grind against him, cunt searching for a friction it can't find as you roll against him again and again while forcing his hips flush with yours.

You feel good, almost too good. Shinso pulls back. He's no stranger to sex. There's barely a week when he doesn't have at least someone anxious to join him in bed and yet, now, he finds himself paused. Something vicious wriggles in his stomach, sharp thoughts poking at the soft sides of his mind.

Usually, he takes his lovers from behind. It works better that way... If they can't see him. Allows them to squeeze shut their eyes and lose themselves to the feel, to the voice of their choosing that snakes into their ears after being warped by his mask. It allows them to forget that it's really Shinso that they're sleeping with.

In this position, with you on your back underneath him, he can see everything. Not just your tits, that sit perfect and inviting barely a foot from his lips, or your throat and the way it hollows as you gulp down air, preparing the next pretty sound you'll let free, but your face. It's your eyes that do it. The cupid's bow of your lips and the easy fall of your mouth is tantalising, but it's nothing compared to the raw and complete lust that burns in bright iris' as you look at him.

Him.

It makes him feel hot and suddenly, he becomes frighteningly aware that when the final throws of pleasure slip from his tongue, it is his voice you'll be hearing.

'Shin...' You mumble, eyes searching his face as you watch his cheeks pinken while the rest of the colour slips from his features. 'Hitoshi...'

'Are...' Gulping, he lets the pit in his stomach eat away at him. 'Are you sure you don't want me to get my mask?'

Your eyebrows knit as the hand wrapped around your wrists keeping you down loosens.

'I could do -.' He's half way up, hands now placed on your calves as he moves to try and wriggle entirely from your hold.

''Toshi.' You follow him, unhooking your legs from his waist to let him sit on his haunches at the end of the bed.

'My Grand is a bit rusty, but -.'

''Toshi.' Reaching out, you cup his cheek and brush a thumb across his skin. 'If I wanted to fuck Bakugo or Todoroki or Shindo... I'd be in one of their beds right now, not yours.'

His mouth drops open. He wants to believe you, wants to be able to submit to the fluttering in his stomach, but -.

'Stop it.'

He blinks.

'I want you, 'Toshi... Just you -.' Shuffling closer, you bump your nose to his and fold your knees until they box in his hips. 'Let me show you... Please. Let me prove it.'

Your eyes swell, iris' bursting as he finds himself unable to turn away. His cock is still hard and bobbing, unperturbed by his emotional dilemma as he slowly lets himself melt into you. It's a new feeling, this, being wanted... Being seen, but as he watches your gaze eat hungrily at his features he can't help, but allow himself to believe you, just a little. 'Okay...'

A smile almost ruins your next kiss as you bring your lips together slow. Linking your hands around the back of his neck, you urge him down until your body is covered by his once more. 'Take your pants off...' You mumble against his mouth. 'Let me see you.'

He hauls in a breath, but consents moving only far enough away to be able to awkwardly shuffle out of his pants. They're tossed aside, his underwear too in the vague direction of his washing basket leaving him bare to you. His hands skate up the outside of your thigh, thumb slipping under the hem of yours. 'Can I?'

You lift your hips in answer and let him strip you, although his hands are gripping your hips where the elastic had been moments before.

'You're so fucking pretty.' Shuffling on his knees, he straddles one of your thighs and inches closer.

Biting your lip, you share your gaze between the wildness in his eyes and the heaviness of his cock. He's not the biggest you've ever seen, but solid and lithe. Longer than he is thick, his pale skin darkens as it reaches the tip where it glosses a deep rose and leaks in translucent droplets that dip against your stomach. Winding violet veins weave their way down his shaft, pulsing slightly with each twitch of his cock before vanishing entirely into a wiry mess of purple pubic hair that runs from his base all the way up to his belly button thinning as it goes. ''Toshi...' You whine.

He shivers, breathless, cock kicking again. 'Yeah?'

Releasing his neck, you slip a hand down your body and skate a feather-light touch along his cock before reaching the mound of your cunt. You make sure his eyes have followed your hand, glowing orbs locked on the stickiness you spread for him between stretched fingers. 'Touch me...'

There's no telling him twice. His thumb taps at your clit causing a shock of pleasure to shoot down your spine. Rotating his finger slightly, he rubs at you until his skin dampens with your slick and then, he's slipping down, down, down.

He stretches you out with two fingers but despite his being larger than your own – it isn't enough. You writhe and roll your hips, attempting to force him deeper, but each of your efforts reward you with nothing. 'Hitoshi... Hitoshi, I need more.'

His stomach tenses, something spinning in his chest as the sound of his own name slips your lips. It's music – something he'd never thought he'd hear and coming from you... Well, he doesn't think he'll let anyone else say his name again now. Licking his lips as spit collects in his mouth, he still somehow finds his mouth dry when he asks: 'Say my name. Say my name again and I'll give you anything you want.'

'Hitoshi...'

'Again.' He curls his fingers.

Struggling to keep your eyes on him, you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. 'Hit – oshi...'

'Fuck...'

You almost whimper when he pulls his fingers from your cunt. His absence burns, making you desperate, but the soft kiss of his cock against your folds is enough to lock the noise back behind your teeth.

'You want it?' He rubs his tip against your clit, smearing both of your stickiness together.

Nodding, your hands snap around his elbow as he curves himself over you and presses in. The first inch feels like heaven. He carves you out, forcing your body to submit to his as he feeds you more and more.

Shinso shifts, rocking his hips just enough to bottom out as he encourages one of your thighs up and holds it close to his chest. The position lets him sink in an extra inch and he revels in the dul hiss it earns from between your teeth. His other hand falls to your clit, massaging barely-there circles into your skin as he begins to move.

'Shit...' Pleasure fizzes impossibly in your stomach, your whole body burning as you press your shoulders back and into the pillow under your head. 'Feel so good... Just – just like that 'Toshi.'

Preening under your praise, he thrusts into you harder while keeping his touch on your clit light. You feel divine wrapped around his cock, tight and warm and squeezing him so perfectly that it's hard for him to keep a set pace. Fixated on the connection of your bodies, he watches how you swallow him down, cunt hungry as you take everything he's willing to give, but his breath is stolen from his lungs when his eyes flicker to your face.

'Shit, 'Toshi... Ha – Harder...'

Your eyes have glossed over, wet lashes glowing faintly as you struggle to keep your eyes on him. He can see it, the urge to let your body snap back and curl, but you fight it. There's nothing, but pleasure glowing on your cheeks, making you look like a vision. A vision he wants to see come undone. Adding more pressure to your clit, he makes sure each of his strokes hits the sponginess inside of you, earning more babbling moans. 'Don't...' He clenches his jaw, feeling his balls pull up and tight. 'Don't know how much longer I'm going to -.'

'Close.' You choke. There's a static in your mind as Shinso somehow shoves you closer to the edge. It takes barely a minute before you feel the tell-tale rush, the blinding pleasure that has your cunt pulsing and beckoning him to a mutual end. A dull scream is torn from your throat, hands balling in the sheets beside your head as he fucks you through your orgasm and almost makes your vision blank.

'I'm – I -.' His chest heaves as he tries to rein himself in, even with his hips still frantically rutting into you. 'Where... Shit – where do you want me, me to -.'

Curling upwards, you drop your leg from his chest and wrap it around the back of his waist forcing him flush against your pelvis. He pulls out, despite the pulse of your cunt, but before he can wriggle more than a few inches free you're tensing your leg and urging him back in.

'Shit. Baby, baby, I can't – I'm gonna – Gonna cum in – ins -' It isn't panic that zips down his spine when he finds his cock spilling while still buried deep inside of you, instead, his whole stomach fills with heat. There's something about filling you that clouds his vision and turns him stupid, allowed to think of nothing that isn't your body and how well it takes his. Tipping forward, he braces himself at either side of your shoulders and lets his forehead rest to yours.

It's ethereal, watching him come apart as you swallow each of his needy pants and whines. He's shivering, cock still pulsing and spreading white in your cunt as you wrap your arms around him and cling. One of your hands slips into his hair, nails scratching and tugging, forcing more stuttering moans out of his mouth.

You won't look away, eyes burring into his as he feels his entire body grow heavy and pleasure fade to his fingertips. It's takes a while for him to come back to himself, for his cock to settle and his breathing to level out again, but when he does... You're still looking at him.

'You look beautiful when you cum.' You itch at the base of his skull and smile.

His chest expands. It's strange, he thinks, he quite likes being looked at by you. Your touch is soft as you trail fingers down his spine and he's helpless not to sink into it. 'Yeah?'

'Yeah...' You press a kiss to his lips. 'Sound pretty good too.'

A blush blooms on his cheeks causing him to shuffle back. His cock slips free, bringing with it a gentle flood of cum that has him somehow, blushing deeper. 'I – uh...'

'Still think I want you to wear that stupid mask?' Cocking an eyebrow, you pull him back down and tangle your limbs as soon as he hits the mattress beside you. You settle against his chest, his arms looping around your shoulders as a smile tugs at his lip and a dull chuckle vibrates in the back of his throat.

'You might have convinced me.' He presses a kiss to your forehead.

'I can fuck you again if it'd help?'

'You know what?' Tilting his head, he shifts you until his hand can travel down your side gripping at your flesh as he goes. Rounding the turn of your hip, he lays one, hard slap against your ass. 'It might.'

You squeak, jolting against him, but nip at the turn of his neck in retaliation. He groans, settling to take a grip of your ass to squeeze instead.

'Hey, baby...' Shinso noses your cheek.

'Mmm?'

He taps your ass. 'Isn't it Saturday?'

-> Masterlist

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katanaski · 1 year

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Oh ana I’m thinking of prompt 44 (I saw you naked once. And now I can’t stop thinking about it) with Shinsou 👀

𝐖𝐜 : 2𝐤 ♡ nothing too scandalous just Shinso getting rid of some stress

𝑰 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 & 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 :')

ˊˎ-𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮…𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

The place is desolated, a cheap motel in the middle of nowhere. Despite the high rate of crime he doubts the hero public safety commission would waste their precious resources on apprehending a couple of pesky drug dealers and handful of lot lizards. No-one recognizes him here,reasons why he chose the location. Out in the city he’s a hero,here though he’s no different than the junkies he passes by on the way to his room, slumped against the walls, doped up in their poison of choice.

His poison is different though. The high he seeks is nearly impossible to achieve when he’s constantly surrounded by people. Every 3 weeks or so he finds himself here, holed up in his room ‘cleansing’ himself by cumming until he’s rendered immobile with you in mind.

The room is small. Some of the slats on the window blinds are missing ,still Shinso is grateful for the floral pattern curtains above those,they’re ugly and they don’t match the faded seafoam green of the walls but they give him the privacy he needs. He turns off all of the lights,all but the lamp on the small desk where he’s seated. He hopes the darkness helps conceal his shame, or at the very least help him ignore the tent in his pants as he writes.

Shinso slumps on the chair and squeezes the back of his neck with a groan,crumpling the piece of paper in front of him like he hates it before tossing it into the already half full trash bin next to the desk. He does this every time he comes here—he writes down his thoughts on paper to maybe help him work up the guts to tell you in person one day.It has been two hours (4 months, his mind screams) since he’s tried to come clean. But the more he writes the less it becomes an apology— the more it becomes a confession. Sighing he takes hold of yet another piece of paper and tries again..

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚/𝒏

𝑾𝒆’𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒆?..𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌, 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏,𝒊𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒌𝒊 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒕? …𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇? 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌,𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅'𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝑰’𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈,𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔,𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆..

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚…𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖— 𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅. 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖,𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅,𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈… 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕, 𝒊 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔,𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑮𝒐𝒅, 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚.

𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒀/𝒏,𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒕?

Shinso cock stirs at the memory. Is as if he’s there all over again,standing outside your door,the sweet smell of your cunt flooding his nostrils as he palmed his cock through his shorts,ears trained on the squelching sounds your pussy made while you touched yourself.

He can feel a wet patch forming on his underwear, his swollen tip sticking to it. He tears the letter to pieces,knocks everything else off of the desk in frustration. Who is he kidding? There’s no way you would ever forgive him. Not when he has made matters worse,taken things a step further. He’s lying to you and himself when he says he’s not a pervert,fuck he thinks he might be the worst of them all. He sits on the wooden chair with his face in his hands,willing his mind to stop thinking. Begging his body to stop wanting,yet his hips rock in the air on their own— his reden tip gliding against that slippery wet patch that keeps getting bigger.

He should have walked away that day,he should have apologized the day you became an item with Denki. He’s not only desecrating your friendship but also who he is as a hero. He’s proud of how far he has come, he saves lives with his voice alone,and how fucking amazing is that? But would the people still believe in him and find him trustworthy if they came to know about the things he does behind closed doors? What would they think..what would you say if you were to find out he uses his quirk for his own self gratification?

He’s thrown himself on the small bed,long legs spread wide on the mattress as he fiddles with the gears of his hero mask. He’s deplorable and he knows it—he’s tried to stop this twisted behavior more than once but the need to cum outweighs everything else. He was both delighted and disgusted when he first got his mask to mimic your voice just right.

The silence is broken when when he spits on his cock the sound seems to echo and bounce off the walls ,he lubes himself up with his spit,wipes the extra moisture on his balls. He tugs at them a bit,runs the pads of his fingers down his taint a few times before putting his hero mask on. When he opens his mouth to speak your breathy voice floods the room. It sends a shiver straigh to his cock,beads of pre flow freely down his shaft.

It has been 3 long weeks since he did this last,it feels like longer with how worked up he is. He's already halfway there and he's done nothing more than rub his thumb over the slit of his dick a few times. How much more shameless could he get? To fuck his fist while he thinks of you is one thing,to use your voice to get off is an another.

It's so wrong but it feels so good. The depravity of it all is what makes it that much more exciting.

He moans his own name,his voice veiled by your own makes his cock jump.

He sits on his hunches,shakes the messed up bed sheets looking for the fleshlight he brought to bed with him. Shinso folds one of the pillows in half,tucks the toy right between it—lean muscled thighs on each side of it to keep it steady.It's not warm nor wet but his dick is slicked enough to make up for it. He slaps the fake slit with his cock,rubs a thumb on the small clit while he whimpers and whines with your voice.

'Shinso…shinso..stop teasing me..ahh,don't you want to fuck me? '

'I do'. He thinks. ' You have no idea how bad'

He closes his eyes. He imagines you lying beneath him 'I'm so wet baby..so wet for you' escaping your pretty lips as you take a hold of his cock to run it between your folds. In his mind,his attention is on you,on your dainty fingers keeping him slotted against your slit,grinding your shiny clit along the thickest part of him. Up and down you guide him with your fingers,down until the head of his dick slides in with a wet pop.

Your pussy is dripping around him and onto the bed. He barely registers he's been drooling all this time,his saliva running down in trickles,seeping past his mask and down his jaw.

'Fuck me.fuck me.fuck me' your voice and his blend together in his head. With a groan that warps into one of your heady moans,Shinso sinks the rest of cock inside the toy in one go.

He fucks you(it) with abandon. He grips the pillow so hard his knuckles turn white,puts all of his weight on his hips and begins pumping — long ,hard thrusts the little toy can barely handle. It's too small for his size. The tip of him pokes past the small draining hole on the other end before it disappears inside it again.

'You're so fucking tight..so wet' he says back in his mind.

'Feel so good..right there baby,please don't stop' — your voice whiny and needy follows a second later.

He's loud but he cares little. For most of the afternoon all he heard was other people fucking through the thin walls of the motel. It's their turn to hear now. Nobody will ever know that there's no woman in there with him. Is just him and this toy and the desperate need to breed you.

He takes a hold of the fleshlight,cups the end of it with one hand and braces himself onto the wood headboard of the bed with the other— slips most of his cock out,with shallow thrusts he fucks the thing with just the tip. His body is on fire, muscles tense and balls tight as he works himself higher. He picks up the pace. Shinso rocks his hips with so much force the bed starts squeaking— the headboard,a constant knock against the wall.

He whines and grunts but all that comes out of his mouth is your screams and moans. He loves his fucking mask. He can actually hear a cheap version of the real real thing,he no longer has to imagine it— if only he could feel your cunt around him,sucking his cock deeper…hungry for more.

'Mhmm fuck I think I'm gonna….oh god'

It's all too much at once. Your voice, the memory of your fingers disappearing inside you little cunt when you thought no one was watching,the sensitivity tip of his cock hitting his palm over and over as his cock glides in and out the fleshlight… he let's go. Weeks of frustration and want are spilled inside the toy.

His orgasm knocks the hair out of his lungs, all he can do is let out a high pitched whine as he cums. He curls over the pillow,heady spurts of white filling up the toy to the brim. It spills over the sides and down the length of his cock but even then he doesn’t stop. Shinso keeps fucking into it,making a mess. His cum starts to slowly lose his thickness in the hot room,it wets everything between his legs,and leaves big stains on the pillow.

Shinso lets his now tired body fall fully on the bed,buries his face in the crumpled sheets and thrusts— a slow rock of his hips down on the bed until his cock stops twitching and he’s sure he has given you every last drop of cum his balls have to offer. He unfastens his mask and is momentarily disgusted at the amount of drool that covers most of it before tossing it aside,the whole expanse of his jaw and neck is wet.

He feels groggy as he holds himself up on shaky forearms—slips his spent cock out of the toy. The weight of what he has done,yet again has him pulling at his own hair. He sighs long and deep in resignation,he knows well he’ll be back here doing the same thing in another 3 weeks. He will go back to work on Monday like nothing ever happened. He will clutch his mask and look the other way when you mention he looks more tired every time you see him.

Hell will go back and pretend he’s a noble hero—a good friend to you and Denki. But today is not Monday yet and he hasn’t had his fill.

Shinso drags himself out of bed, taking the now stretched out flashlight with him into the bathroom and for good measure as he stands— he takes his mask with him too.

#shinso x reader #Shinso Hitoshi #mha smut #Shinso itoshi x reader #Shinso hitoshi smut

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gojotenshi · 1 year

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Plot ideas

You know something that is also brainrot in my stupid brain? Yakuza/mafia au's. This has been on my mind for a while, really. But I still can't decide if I want quirks or not, mostly because I want Shinso to be one of the guys and his mind control quirk is ugh *chef's kiss*.

But imagine reader's parent owes our little yakuza group money, but they have no way to pay for it. So in comes reader, angry but knowing that it was either this or six feet under - so is there a choice at all?

She expects to play host, maybe be a stripper or something of the sort. She knows that she has to give them a way to get the money back, and all she has is her body. Oh but look they catch the attention of Izuku, who in this iteration would be the leader. Katsuki is pissed off at the choice but oddly attracted as well, Shoto is cold and detached but oddly charmed by the willingness to protect one's family.

I call Izuku the boss, but really, it's more of a shared partnership than anything else. Katsuki is the leader of the violent side of things, anything that deals with collections, assassinations, robberies... that's his expertise. Shoto holds control over the dealings - drugs, weapons, you name it. Anything that deals with contracts, he's the one that takes the lead. His calm in all situations makes sure things go according to plan. And then there's Izuku with his analytical capability, managing it all from behind the lines, but don't think that just because he isn't as hands on as his partners that he isn't a danger.

And then you have the branches right below, Shinso with his absolute mastery of interrogations and manipulation. Eijiro being Katsuki's right hand man, just pulling him back when he's about to be too explosive.

And look, here is reader, suddenly the object of lust of five men that are dangerous by themselves, but absolute chaos when together.

#bnha smut #mha smut #kirishima eijiro smut #midoriya izuku smut #izuku midoriya smut #hitoshi shinso smut #eijiro kirishima smut #shinso hitoshi smut #todoroki shoto smut #shoto todoroki smut #katsuki bakugo smut #bakugo katsuki smut #↬ 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖 // plots

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galaxychaos78 · 2 years

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warning: mentions of rimming (male receiving)

no but eboy!shinsou would be perfect. he loves playing games like Overwatch and Apex and picks the most random characters to play (but somehow is perfect with them). wears hoodies and sweatpants and knows how to make his hair just messy enough to get the people swooning. he knows he looks good and 100% uses it to his advantage, always thanking people who subscribe to him in his sleepy voice. wearing crop tops that show off his abs (and a lil bit of v line). flashing a cocky fuck boy smirk to the camera whenever he kills someone talking shit. he was having a particularly good night, pulling win after win for his team and basking in the anger of the voice chats of the enemy team. he lets out a woop and a cheer as he snipes an enemy to win the game. he's on top of the world and there's nothing that could bring down his high. then, there's hands on his shoulders, running up to cup his cheeks. "shinn...s' too loud.." immediately, his high shoots up as he looks up to face you. you're bleary eyed and pouting, dressed in a crop top and shorts (all his merch of course). his chat is going crazy but he doesn't care. "aw m' sorry princess. did i wake you?" you nod and pull his headphones down so they sit around his neck. shinsou's grateful he's able to hit mute as your lips graze his earlobe. "was havin' a good dream too...eatin' your ass the way you liked.." you glance up at the camera and smile at the influx of messages in shinsou's chat. as you walk out of the room, you could hear your boyfriend frantically unmuting his stream. "sorry guys, I gotta go. be back tomorrow night."

#shinso hitoshi smut #shinso hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi smut #shinsou hitoshi x reader #why does eboy shinsou JUST WORKK #bhna #bhna smut #bhna x reader #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia

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agendercrisisx · 4 months

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Hitoshi and denki- when ur so full with cum it squelches

They have already filled you with so many loads you can't keep track, but they're not anywhere near stopping. Shinsou pumps into you, as you moan and whimper every time his cock hits your g-spot. Denki stands besides you watching, moving his hand up and down his cock, but every time he gets close he stops. He is only gonna come in you. You need to be filled and breed like a good slut, so he saves every drop for your dripping hole.

Shinsou groans as he can feel himself getting closer, not explicitly working you towards you pleasure, but you're so damn close anyway. When you come around his cock, he can't help to release another load. Filling you up, pressing his hips even harder against your pussy, because he wants your womb to get filled, not just your pussy.

And then the boys switch places, Denki taking Shinsous' place, and now he's filling your dripping hole. Pushing their cum back in you with his cock, he's already so close, from the way he worked his cock. He busts another load in you, and you're so damn full. Your stomach bulging, and as Denki pulls out the cum inside you squelches. They sound has the boys exchanging a look and smirking. A look that says they're not even close to stopping. They're not gonna stop until your fucked dumb and breed properly.

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sugarlywhispers · 4 months

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@hitoshisbf I KNOOOW, I'M ASHAMED OF MYSELF. SHINSOU DESERVES ALL THE BLOWJOBS I MEAN THE LOVE♡

Lool, here it is~ c;

When you decided to call your man as you walked home from work, knowing he was at the gym at that hour, you expected anything. Music, loud noises, even people talking loudly.

However, you weren't expecting... that.

A grunted moan, followed by, "Hey, gorgeous... ugh... how's your day? Mmh..."

You stopped walking, mind trying to comprehend what you just heard.

"Umm, good?" You knew your tone sounded more like a question than an affirmation, and so did him.

Shinsou Hitoshi laughed in a breath, followed by another pant and a mmh that now made you press your thighs together. "Are you asking me, baby? Fuck..." and the sound of dropping a big weight was heard.

The sudden thought of him doing those noises while laying over you, your legs around his slim waist and fingers grabbing his strong biceps, his dick so deep buried into you that the only coherent thought would be "more".

And now you were definitely clenching, in need of him.

You slapped yourself mentally to gather your thoughts back together. Looking around to see if anybody noticed your sudden hornyness for this man that was driving you crazy.

A hand slides throughout your locks as you resume your walking, "Shit... Sorry I called, I just wanted to ask if you want some fuck, shit, no, I mean, if you want tonight some dinner, EAT dinner at my place tonight?"

The grumbled of his breathed laugh was felt in your spine, traveling tour whole body even though he wasn't physically behind you, "You said tonight, twice." Another pant.

You gulped.

Jesus, this man was...

"Dinner and fuck, sounds like a plan to me, bub."

You almost tripped. "I didn't..."

"Oh, yes, you did... And I'm definitely gonna have my way with you," his voice sounded breathy, but his flirty tone was there. Torturing you like he always did.

Fuck. You want him so badly it's making you go insane.

You bit your lower lip looking around you to see if there's enough people paying attention or close enough to hear what you're about to say.

"If you can make those sounds again... you can have desert first."

You could picture his side smirk, breathy pants as he completely stops what he's doing, and said, "Deal."

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propertyofkirishima · 5 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

read

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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crowborn666-nsfw · 5 months

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Need

Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Tags: needy! Shinsou, AFAB anatomy, dry humping, riding, praise,

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You thought nothing of Hitoshi’s arms wrapping around your middle as you laid in bed reading, but when his hips began rolling against your backside is when you stopped to bookmark your page.

“‘Toshi dear, is everything okay?” You asked, barely able to see his purple locks in your peripheral as he had his head hidden in the back of your neck.

All you got was a grunt in response, his grip on your hips tightening as his movements became more frantic.

“Hitoshi?”

“‘M sorry,” he slurred, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, “Woke up a-and jus… needed you.”

“That’s okay.” you spoke gently, biting your bottom lip as you rolled back against him, “I’m awake, and we’ve got all night.”

Hitoshi groaned, beginning to whimper and pant with each roll of his hips. He pawed at you with his hands, squeezing and pulling on your limbs to get you closer.

“Shit… shitshitshit!” Hitoshi hissed through his teeth, stuttering to a standstill with a near breathless cry escaping his open mouth.

He let go of you, rolling onto his back with beads of sweat sticking to his forehead and a damp spot on his sweatpants.

“Feel better, ‘Toshi?” You hummed, rolling over to face him.

“Yeah.” He swallowed against his dry throat, “Could we go again though?”

“Of course.” You kissed his lips, moving to help him undress. You tossed his dirty sweatpants near the hamper, making a note to wash them first thing in the morning.

You undressed yourself, before moving to cradle his lap with your hips and sink down on him. Hitoshi groaned, biting his lip as he grasped your hips.

You took a moment to adjust before moving, setting a steady pace that had him writhing in pleasure.

“You’re too good for me.” Hitoshi mumbled, moaning between sentences, “You’re so warm and soft, you know exactly what to do to make me feel good.”

“I have to.” You laughed, kissing his lips again, “I wouldn’t be a good partner if I wasn’t now would I?”

You shifted a little, just enough to have Hitoshi hit that spot that made you see stars. He moaned in time with you, bucking up into your heat.

“‘Toshi, I’m close!”

Your announcement only made Hitoshi moan louder, bucking up into you in rougher strokes. “Need you! Need you so bad!”

You both found your high at the same time, pants and moans being shared between you. Hitoshi’s hips occasionally stuttered, bringing your attention to his still hard cock inside you.

“Poor thing,” you cooed, brushing back his hair that stuck to his forehead, “So needy tonight.”

“One more? Please?”

“Of course, ‘Toshi. One more.”

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doumadono · 6 months

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Ahh I actually caught it on Sinful Sunday for once?

Cool cool!

Can I get a Hitoshi Shinsou x AFAB reader where he is a vampire and has his first feeding, leading to them having sex? xx

Warnings: aged-up Shinso, vampire!Shinso, they/them pronouns for reader

SINFUL SUNDAY

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow on the ancient castle where Hitoshi Shinso, a centuries-old vampire, resided. Tonight was different for him, a night of significant change, as he stood at the threshold of their bedroom.

As he entered the dimly lit chamber, Shinso's eyes met theirs, a mixture of hunger and curiosity swirling within their depths. The air was charged with a palpable tension as he took a step closer, his fangs delicately grazing his lower lip. "Are you ready for this?" he inquired, his voice a velvety whisper that sent shivers down their spine.

They nodded, whispering "yes", a blend of nervousness and anticipation coursing through their veins. Shinso's gaze held an intensity that belied his calm exterior, and as he closed the distance between them, they could feel the ancient power that emanated from him.

Gently, he tilted their head to the side, exposing the vulnerable expanse of their neck. His breath, cool and intoxicating, brushed against their skin as he lingered for a moment, savoring the anticipation. With a careful precision, Shinso's fangs sank into their warm skin, and a fleeting sting was followed by a sensation that was both strange and strangely intimate. His lips sealed the wound, and as he fed, a quiet moan escaped him, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. His hands torn their nightgown, finsding their place, cradling their boobs.

The sensation was a symphony of pleasure and mild discomfort, a testament to the profound intimacy of this act.

Hitoshi drank with measured intent, each sip drawing forth a potent elixir that connected him to the very essence of their being. The exchange was a silent conversation, a dance of give and take that transcended the boundaries of the mundane.

The taste of their blood, a blend of sweetness and warmth, enveloped him in a sensory journey.

When he finally withdrew, the moonlight reflected in his eyes revealed a vulnerability, a glimpse into the complex emotions that accompanied this intimate exchange. The hushed stillness lingered, laden with the weight of a newfound connection forged in the elixir of the night.

A little trail of blood dripped down their exposed neck.

In that moment, the connection between them and Shinso deepened, a bond forged through this primal act. Shinso's centuries of existence seemed to merge with their essence, creating a unique link that transcended time. As he withdrew, he met their gaze once more, his eyes now holding a newfound warmth. "Thank you," he murmured, a rare vulnerability coloring his words.

Shinso pressed them against the wall, engaging in a passionate exchange of kisses. They responded eagerly, one leg traveling up his own. Between his legs, they felt his intense desire for them. Their eyes silently implored him to enter them, aware that openly begging was futile. It always happened on his terms and in his time, a waiting game that bordered on both pleasure and pain.

Silently and deliberately, he unbuttoned his trousers, and they felt it immediately - his blood-filled, swollen, diamond-hard dick pressed against their inner thigh. A gasp escaped them, their eyes locking with his steely gaze. Effortlessly, he lifted them up, their legs wrapping around his hips as his member forcefully slid into their wetness. Possession unfolded slowly, a mutual readiness evident as they enveloped him, a completion inevitable. "I need you so bad," he whispered, biting into their neck again, leaving them arching back, panting.

An ornately framed painting rattled against the wall as Shinso intensified his fervent pounding, the echoes of passion resonating through the room. Their moans escalated, a harmonious blend of pleasure and desperation, a plea for fulfillment from him. Their head rolled to the side, exposing the sensitive expanse of their throat, a reminder of the allure that drew him to them. Patiently, Hitoshi bided his time, thrusting into them with rhythmic repetition, asserting his dominance, making them unequivocally his. He didn't say a work - the only sound escaping his lips was heavy breathing. His gaze locked onto theirs, a visual tether as he claimed them his.

Driven by their hunger and his thirst, the thrusts gained power, the walls of their pussy closing in around him, an exquisite yet painful squeeze. Shinso's lascivious smile persisted, a manifestation of his desire to push deeper, demanding their immediate surrender.

The surrender came from deep within them, and brought a sense of gratification to Shinso that they endured this long. His fingers with sharp nails dug into the tender skin of their ass as he released his own cum. Their body trembled, yet he persisted in driving into them repeatedly — over and over and over — his seed spewing out, covering them both, and flowing down to find the cool marble floor below.

Shinso craved more from them. Lowering his face to their breasts, he continued his passionate assault on their pussy, forcefully drawing their buds into his mouth through the remnants of midnight lace adorning their voluptuous form. Screams of pleasure echoed as they reached climax once again, their nipples feeling the exquisite strain between his sharp fangs as his cock started growing hard withing their core again.

They clawed their nails across Shinso's broad shoulders, their grip descending to his neck and down his back. Amidst another crescendo of screams and convulsions, their body intertwined with Hitoshi's, he lowered his head to their throat, once again claiming the sweet liquid treasure which he had come for.

Shinso, consumed by a dark hunger, pressed them against the cold surface more, their pulsating warmth enticing him. As his sharp fangs sank into their delicate flesh yet again that night, the room echoed with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Their hot blood flowed, a forbidden elixir, and Shinso drank deeply, savoring the intoxicating taste, fucking their pussy harder.

As Shinso continued to drink, the air became charged with an eerie intensity, the lines between predator and prey blurred in the embrace of the night. The taste of their hot blood, a forbidden nectar, fueled the insatiable hunger within him, casting a dark allure over the twisted dance of pleasure and pain.

"You are mine," Hitoshi declared, cradling their chin between his index and forefinger. "My little plaything."

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melancholymegumi · 3 months

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Shinsou , trying to bribe his little sister to not tell daddy!shota that he went out with Kaminari to go to a party. You , being the brat you are refused and blackmailed Shinsou with that piece of information , only to fail and end up with an ass full of cum that's plugged with the prettiest butt plug he bought <3

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crushmeeren · 7 days

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Hiii I hope you’re doing well!! I was wondering if you could write Hitoshi shinsou x reader of him absolutely destroying our guts 😊

Thank you!!!

-🐞

• Everyone is 18+/aged up — scroll or block if that bothers you. •

Hello friend! I am doing well and I can definitely write this. 😜 I hope you enjoy! 💕

P.S. I automatically write it as fem reader unless specified, but I did try to refrain from using things like good girl, pretty girl, etc. because I wasn’t sure. I did however use female anatomy. 💜

How Shinsou eats you out.

Shinsou Hitoshi Destroying Your Guts

You slam the front door shut so violently the frame rattles, threatening to crack under pressure.

“Everything alright baby?” Hitoshi’s smokey timbre calls out from the kitchen. He was forewarned about your god awful day out on patrol, so he’s treading carefully.

Your fingernails sink into your palms, teeth creaking as you round the corner to your kitchen. There’s a fury boiling in your chest that’s about to overflow.

“What the fuck do you think? You know how to read, don’t you? Because I already texted you what happened,” you bite. Your eyes narrow as your lip curls upwards.

Silence hangs heavily in the air for a few beats.

Hitoshi’s face remains impassive as he stands across the island from you. Leisurely, he folds his arms over his chest, arching one singular eyebrow at your bitchy tone.

“Do you really want to walk down this road tonight?” Hitoshi may as well be exhaling frost as he speaks.

Apparently, you do.

When Hitoshi bends you over the side of your bed five minutes later, you’re entirely naked.

He’s got your arms bent behind your back in an uncomfortable position as Hitoshi ties your wrists together with part of his capture weapon.

It’s tight — you can barely wiggle your fingers, heartbeat thudding in your fingertips.

A brutal swirl of exasperation and anticipation churns in your stomach. Sticky sweat begins gathering in the valley between your tits as you fidget against the blankets.

“Hitoshi!” You cry out, sucking in air through your teeth. “That hurts, you jerk!” He snickers as he wrenches your bound wrists upwards.

“You’ve been way too much of a damn brat tonight for me to care about that. Now, I’m gonna fuck that shitty attitude out of you,” he says hotly, pressing a hand down in between your shoulder blades, shoving you further down into the bed.

You don’t speak, clenching your jaw as frustration forces a hot flush to pour over your cheeks. The material of your current restraints dig annoyingly into your skin when you flex your wrists.

Hitoshi’s palm rains down on your ass, a sharp sting radiating up to your tailbone. He made it his mission for that one to hurt.

A muffled scream of his name punches out of you into the sheets below.

“What is it sweetheart?” He snarls, teasing the tip of his cock over the lips of your pussy. Parting you open with ease. “Can’t handle the punishment for being so fucking rude to me?”

Your breath hitches, goosebumps littering your arms. Your clit pulses, pussy eager to swallow his cock whole.

“Well?” He urges, yanking your forearms backwards until your spine arches, freeing your face from the blankets.

Your shoulders ache, throbbing dully and then suddenly a switch flips, all traces of your previous rage draining from your veins.

“I’m sorry Hitoshi!” You sob, voice scratchy and breaking. You shove your hips backwards, trying to get him inside you.

“That’s it pretty baby, good job,” he purrs, gifting you mercy and completely filling you with his cock in one effortless motion.

Hitoshi starts fucking you as if he’s attempting to carve a space out inside your guts just for him. Hips bouncing off your ass until your muscles are going taut, slick pussy suffocating his cock.

He fucks you until you’re a gooey, brain melted mess beneath him. Encouraging you to keep cumming for him, moaning when you curse his name.

Afterwards, once your chest stops heaving and your soul has returned to your body, you’re infinitely grateful for a boyfriend like Hitoshi.

“Hitoshi, thank you. I really needed that,” you mumble, throat raw as sandpaper. Hitoshi hums as he swiftly works to free your hands.

“No worries baby. I’ll fuck you into your place anytime you need it,” he teases, tilting his head back in laughter as you punch his shoulder halfheartedly.

Your wretched day is entirely forgotten as you climb into bed that night.

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cutecatlov3r · 1 year

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨?

various x reader ! [bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero, shoto, izuku, shinso, and tamaki]

synopsis: my head cannons and my opinion on which songs they'd fuck you to .

warnings/tw: all characters are 21+, praise, degradation, and my personal head cannons on what they are like during sex .

a/n: don't copy my work ! like, re-blog, and comment ily ! not proofread .

jjk ver. aot ver. hq ver. ft ver. bllk ver.

Katsuki Bakugou

Finesse [Drake]

✰ I live for soft Bakugou. He is a dom but when it comes to you he is kind of soft yet still grumpy.

✰ Pulls your hair.

✰ I think that this song shows how he sort of feels without saying it. That's why he fucks you to this song.

✰ He loves you but will barely say it. His pride gets in the way.

✰ He will be slow and steady during this song, going fast at the end. He just wants to be gentle during this song because he loves you so much.

✰ He will kiss you passionately as he fucks you to this song.

✰ You love his gentle side, that's when he makes sure to shoot his warm cum deep inside you, wanting to see it seep out of you.

✰ He isn't loud or anything, he groans and grunts, too prideful to make any noise but his ego goes high when it comes to you moaning loud for him.

✰ "I... Uh, love you... I love you, so much y/n,"

"You stay on my mind, All the time"

Eijiro Kirishima

Work Out [J. Cole]

✰ Most respectful man on the planet, always asks for consent, EVERY SINGLE TIME !

✰ He is a soft dom. He can't stand hurting you or being rough with you.

✰ He has a pretty big cock, which is why he's so soft when it comes to fucking you, he doesn't want to hurt you.

✰ "Watch out baby... I'm just putting in the tip, don't worry,"

✰ He praises you any chance he gets, even over the littlest things.

✰ "You're amazing, just keep riding slow, you're doing such a good job!"

✰ He will leave hickeys, scared to leave bite marks.

✰ He loves old school songs, fucking you to this song makes his mind feel at ease.

✰ He loves you, he will tell you that whenever he feels like it (which is every 5 minutes)

✰ No man can do aftercare like this man ! He will cook for you, clean for you, carry you places, and even message you.

"Do you really want to love me forever?"

Denki Kaminari

Swimming Pools [Lloyd]

✰ He is a switch . END OF DISCUSSION . He loves being more submissive though.

✰ He likes this song and fucking you to it because it makes him feel like a bad ass. Kind of like he's special in the moment.

✰ Public places>

✰ He is such a huge flirt when it comes to you, he makes you feel actually wanted by him. He will directly be blunt with how he feels.

✰ "Baby I'm harddd, please touch me,"

✰ WHINES, MOANS, GROANS, WHIMPERS, GRUNTS, and GIGGLES .

✰ You don't mind his choice of music, you actually find it cute that he enjoys this song so much because it makes him feel like the main character.

✰ Pervert . He does not show any shame .

✰ "I can see your nipples through your shirt,"

✰ If he's fucking you, he's going fast and hard. Not really fully knowing how to please a woman.

✰ He's not shy when it comes to toys, he normally uses them on you when he can't make you cum. He never lets it get him down.

"Into my room, I hit her from behind. Doing again like I'm pressing rewind"

Hanta Sero

My X [Rae Sremmurd]

✰ Mean Dom Sero>>>

✰ I can just see him using you, not even in love with you. He's in love with your body.

✰ "Lay the hell down slut, I don't have all day"

✰ Not once has ever made you cum on purpose, he doesn't care for your pleasure.

✰ He likes fucking you to this song because it just shows that he's focusing on himself, never focusing on a good for nothing slut.

✰ Groans and grunts but that's it.

✰ He is so goddamn toxic, he may not love you but your body belongs to him.

✰ "Why the hell were you in Denki's room yesterday? Do you really need dick that bad? You're such a slut, pissing me the hell off,"

✰ He despises your cute face, all he wants to do is ruin you. There is no other goal.

✰ Leaves before you wake up, he does not cuddle you.

✰ "Whores don't deserve to be treated with respect," he spat out, venom seeping through his voice.

"A hoe just gon' be a hoe, And a slut just gon' be a slut"

Shoto Todoroki

Heavenly [Cigarettes After Sex]

✰ I can see Shoto being a soft dom during this song. Only during this song . Other than this song being sweet and sensual he will fucking fuck you until you can't walk with any other song .

✰ This song is his outlet when it comes to how he feels about you.

✰ He loves you so much, more than anyone.

✰ Degrades you, spanks you, chokes you, and slaps you when this song isn't on.

✰ When this song is playing he will be gentle with you, kissing you softly and running his fingers through your hair.

✰ "I love you. Kiss me more, please,"

✰ He is so soft and gentle with this song, making sure to satisfy you and himself.

✰ He will moan softly for you.

✰ Aw I can just imagine him having his face in the crook of your neck after fucking you nice and good.

"Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips"

Izuku Midoriya

Banana Pie [Lil Darkie]

✰ He will eat you out to this song.

✰ Addicted to watching your legs shake .

✰ He for sure over stimulates you, sometimes it's on accident but most on the time it's on purpose. He loves seeing you whine and cry.

✰ He loves you, like actually loves you.

✰ Look... He kind of wants to have a three some but he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

✰ Moans, groans, and pants heavily.

✰ He is sort of a sadist, hair pulling his one of his favorite things to do. His green eyes go blank, filled up with thoughts of just hurting you. (I'm sorry... I love mean Izuku).

✰ "One more peep out of you and I'll have to spank you, y/n. Cut it out,"

✰ This man is fast, hard, and knows where your sensitive spots are. Basically a fuck machine that can please the hell out of you.

✰ Sucking on your skin>

✰ He is an ass guy, he loves spanking you, there's just something about watching your skin turn red and bruise up. It turns him on.

"Banana pie, so sweet and soft. Never enough"

Hitoshi Shinso

Come Get Her [Rae Sremmurd]

✰ Can we all agree he'd tie you up and fuck you to this song?

✰ I'm sensing a rough, sadist dom. (daddy kink ?)

✰ Loves tying you up, you're his little rope bunny.

✰ "Stop squirming, the rope is going to burn your soft skin,"

✰ HICKEYS>

✰ I feel like he'd be into somno . (Me too though)

✰ He likes this song because it's like you're his little stripper that he gets to fuck.

✰ "You better be putting in some work, or else I won't let you cum,"

✰ Rough fucking is all Shinso does.

✰ His groans are... Just amazing . They literally are like angels singing.

✰ He gets super sleepy afterwards so you're forced to take care of yourself.

"How you movin', you deserve a couple racks"

Tamaki Amajiki

Girls Need Love [Summer Walker]

✰ Sub . No question . This man would never dom you .

✰ Vanilla sex. He would never get rough with you.

✰ During this song you're riding his face. You're pulling his hair, seated directly on him.

✰ He does do pretty damn good with his tongue...

✰ He whimpers, moans, and whines.

✰ He loves you. You're his total opposite, he admires your courage and leadership skills.

✰ "Y-your speech was good today..."

✰ He also loves getting dominated by you, he loves it. He likes when you're in control.

✰ ...He fanticizes about getting pegged here and there.

✰ Super shy! He never makes the first move.

✰ He always is making sure you're okay, he gets so worried. Like genuinley worried.

✰ His mannerisms are so cute !

✰ "Should I... Uh... P-put it in?"

"Give it to me like you need it, baby"

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 months

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You once begged Shinsou to use his quirk on you during sex, and guide you through something that you were dying to try, but clueless as to how you should.

He flatly refused at first, as the odd request of controlling your actions did not sit right with him, but your continuous and annoying pleas broke his resolve until he finally agreed..

A few hours after, you plopped down on the comfy sofa centering your living room, laptop placed on the coffee table, and your poor boyfriend facepalming in embarrassment as he sat awkwardly by your side, while you carefully analysed the foutage you insisted on recording in order to document the experience.

_ "Aha! I see, so this is how it's supposed to go right? I think I'm confident enough to do it by myself next time."

_ "Please stop talking." and he was dying in shame for agreeing to take part in your brazen plan.

Shouto has always been greedy to use his quirk on you whenever in bed together.

He takes full advantage of his dual power and sometimes uses both sides of it at the same time.

He carefully warms up the fingers on his left hand to a pleasant temperature, before slowly stretching you out, and effectively increasing your pleasure.

Not only that, but he also uses his right hand in order to spread a delicious coolness on your breasts while taking his time to fondle and tease your nipples.

He is fascinated by the uncontrollable goosebumps spreading throughout your body, and the perk of your teats as they harden under his tremble inducing touch.

It's something that has proven -time and time again- to make you lose control and drive you over the edge in mere minutes.

Poor Kirishima is always betrayed by his own quirk whenever with you, a sign of excitement that he cannot hide or control.

It's something that you've noticed a while back when you casually placed a hand on his thigh as you sat comfortably to watch a movie one evening.

He flinched in surprise at first, but instantly relaxed afterwards. However, when you decided to run your hand up his leg and dangerously close to his crotch, the whole patch underneath your palm suddenly hardened, leaving you shocked and impressed at the same time.

You knew immediately that it was your effect, and from then onward, decided to take advantage of the discovery to your own enjoyment, brushing your fingers along his chest, or down the protruding pulse of his neck, just to feel that rock hard transformation appear.

Best part of it though, is when it happens while you're touching his cock, because then you'll just sit back with an amused smirk on your face as he hides his blush behind his hands and apologizes repeatedly while striving to control his quirk and have your hands back on him once more.

Dividers by @/saradika

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bakubunny · 7 months

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he finds out you have a praise kink and promptly looks up a long list of praises. he sits there with a grin and reads each one of them in a warm, low voice “just to be sure” he knows what you like and what makes you blush the most.

shinso, bakugo, kirishima, sero, kaminari, aizawa, toji, geto, gojo

#there’s a shinso fic in here somewhere i know it #millennialmagicalgirl #bnha #x reader #smut hcs #bnha smut #bnha hcs #jjk #jjk smut #jjk hcs #shinsou Hitoshi #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #sero hanta #kaminari denki #aizawa shouta #geto suguru #gojo satoru #fushiguro toji

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sugawaraxo · 2 years

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cried during sex

warnings: suggestive content + fluff

characters: shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugo, hitoshi shinso

synopsis: how they react to you crying during sex

a/n: surprise :)

shoto todoroki

• freezes, literally

• his whole body tenses and he reflexively frosts over the sheets underneath his hands

• he’s confused and worried that he hurt you

• almost starts crying with you

• almost

you didn’t have time to process what was happening to you until you were already in the midst of breaking down. shoto was so gentle with you, so meticulous with every stroke of his body against yours. the way his eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time. you’ve had sex before, this wasn’t your first time. but it was your first time with him. the first time you felt seen as more than an object for someone’s pleasure. the first time you felt like someone was touching you because they truly cared for you and wanted you to feel good. in fact so good it made you cry. not simple dismissible tears that could be wiped away as though they were never there, you’d wished that was all it had been. no you full on sobbed, body convulsed, shallow breathed, sobbed and despite all your efforts, you couldn’t stop. shoto halted mid-thrust, you felt him accidentally freeze the sheets beneath you in the process. the lustful gaze you were just lost in now morphed into one of worry.

“shit, y/n? are you ok? did i hurt you? why didn’t you say something? i’m so sorry. shit.” he panicked before disconnecting your bodies. he then pulled you into a hug, your ear pressed to his chest with his hand cupped around the back of your head, the other draped around your torso. his heart was racing abnormally fast and you knew if you continued to stay silent his heart might actually have stopped working.

“n-no you didn’t hurt me, at all. the exact opposite actually. it’s just i, it’s stupid.” you stopped yourself, choking down the embarrassing words that threatened to spill out.

“it’s not stupid, especially if it’s enough to make you cry. what happened? you can talk to me.” shoto reassured you and you teetered dangerously close to tearing up again.

“you care. about me. and it’s so genuine and pure the way you show it and, i don’t know. that’s overwhelming i guess. because no one i’ve cared for in the way i care for you has ever truly reciprocated it…until now. that plus you literally reaching parts of me i didn’t know could be reached was a lot to handle i guess.”

he chuckled at that, the rumble of the small laugh echoed in your ear that was still rested against his chest. he began stroking your hair. you hadn’t noticed how tight his grip on you was until he loosened up. his heart rate slowed.

“if it makes you feel any better, i almost cried too.”

you pulled away from his grasp and playfully hit his chest, “shut up. you don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”

his eyes locked on yours in the same way they did before your body betrayed you.

“i wouldn’t lie to you.”

you smiled at the sincerity behind his words.

“then i apologize for almost dragging you down this emotional well with me, won’t happen again” you laughed softly.

“it can happen whenever you need it to, i don’t mind.”

all you could do was smile. he was so patient and sweet and that overwhelming feeling was back, yet this time something was different. you leaned in to kiss him. you figured that in this moment it’d be better to show him through your actions how you were feeling instead of summing it up with sappy words. he obliged eagerly, wasting no time to finish things from where you two left off.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

katsuki bakugo

• doesn’t really notice until he hears your soft sniffles

• he just assumes your eyes were watering from how good it felt

• wouldn’t be the first time

• but when you cover your face, sniffling as you try to block him from seeing what was happening

• he realizes

“y/n?” his breath hitched and he tore your hands away from your face so quickly it was almost humorous.

“are you crying? why are you crying?” the deep look of confusion and fear settled on his face did make you laugh which confused him even further.

“what the hell is going on with you? say something.” his eyes scanned your face frantically and you could tell he found none of this funny, he was genuinely worried and you weren’t doing anything to ease his nerves.

“sorry sorry, i don’t know why i’m crying kats. well i do but, i don’t want to say it. i’m scared to say it.” you admitted before you hid behind your hands once more.

“scared? what is there to be scared of, i’m here y/n. just tell me.” his voice sounded almost desperate, like he was anticipating the worst news of his life and your heart dropped.

“it’s nothing bad, i promise. i…i love you. like a lot. like an inexplicable amount. and today was perfect, you’re perfect. i’m just overly emotional about it all.”

that was the first time you’d ever said ‘i love you.’ he had said it once before but you weren’t ready to say it back, too guarded and still healing from past wounds to trust that he actually meant it. but today he proved that he did beyond anything you’d ever imagined. he planned a date for you that felt like it was snatched straight out of your dreams, his attention to detail and all the small things you’ve ever told him was impeccable. and then this, being physically as close as your bodies would allow you. it was perfect. he was perfect.

“i love you too y/n, more than you’ll probably ever know. but if you ever need to cry while i’m balls deep inside you again, can you please start with the fact that it’s nothing bad? i think my heart almost stopped.”

you laughed and he smiled, that smile that made you fall for him months ago.

“sorry kats, i think i know how i can make it up to you though.” you suggested before trailing your way down his body until your mouth hovered above his now semi-hard length. without any hesitation you took it expertly in your mouth and down your throat.

“god, i fucking love you.” he groaned.

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hitoshi shinso

• slows his pace and wipes your tears

• he asks you if you want him to stop

• but you say no, that’s the last thing you want

• so he reluctantly continues, wiping each tear from your cheeks as he does so

shinso’s strokes were deep yet slow and he had this expression on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher. pleasure mixed with something else. probably concern. you could tell he was worried because of the way he kept wiping your tears from your face. he would occasionally hunch down to kiss them away and your heart fluttered each time. he had asked you twice if you wanted to stop but you insisted that he kept going, you didn’t want to ruin this good moment. but you could tell his head was swarming with questions and felt it was unfair to keep him in the dark. you placed a hand on his lower abdomen indicating for him to stop. he did just that, eagerly waiting for you to say something. anything.

“i’ve had a completely shit week shinso. but when i’m with you it’s like every bad thing is nonexistent. those weren’t sad tears, sometimes it just happens when we, you know. usually i’m better at hiding it though.” you confessed.

“oh, so you’re not mad at me or anything?” he asked and his voice cracked a little almost as though he himself was about to cry prior to your explanation.

“no baby. not at all. not even close.”

“good. well i’m glad you’re ok, i hate seeing you cry. but weirdly, knowing that they weren’t sad tears makes it kind of endearing.” shinso admitted.

“i’m glad you think so because i genuinely can’t control it, it happens every time. like i said, i’m usually just better at hiding it.” you laughed lightly.

“it’s ok if you can’t hide it. i’ll just keep wiping them away for you, and besides, you look so pretty when you cry.” shinso smiled before he thrusted into you again.

the waterworks were almost instant, but as he insisted he would be, shinso was there to wipe your tears away.

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