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touyasdoll · 3 years ago

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Jealousy

Part Two ➡️ Here

Request: OH THEN what about 1 and 89 Aizawa or Dabi... You chose it really doesn't matters to me I'm a huge simp for both of them :) it's kind of angst sooo this would feed your angst needs too...

1. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

89. “I never thought I’d be the one to hurt you.”

Pairings: Shouta Aizawa/Eraser Head x reader (hero college au), teensy bit of Hitoshi Shinso x reader (more on that later)

Warnings: somewhat NSFW for mature themes/language, implied sex, inappropriate relationship, student/professor relationship

Word count: 2.7k

A/n: Thank you for the request!

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“You’re coming out with us tonight, right, Y/n?” Mina’s voice rang out a little too loud through the quiet library.

“To the bar?” You glanced up at her from your textbook and shrugged, tapping your pencil idly against the table you were both sitting at, “I’m not sure, I gotta study for this exam on Monday. Professor Vlad’s course is kicking my ass.”

“I’ll help you study Sunday night, I swear, just come out tonight! It’ll be so much more fun with you around. I know you’ve been a little down recently, so I just wanna see you have a good time,” she reached her hands out across the table, placing both of hers atop your idle one. “Plus, I know Shinso will be there and the only reason he’s going is because he’s hoping you’ll be there too.”

She winked, a wicked grin on her face as she teased you. Mina was the only one who knew the details of what had happened—well, what was still happening between you and Shinso, and she wasn’t above exploiting that fact to get you to come out and have some fun. It had been a long week after all, so it probably couldn’t hurt to get out and have a couple of drinks.

“Sssh..! Okay, I’ll go,” you laughed quietly as you looked around, seeing the librarian shoot a warning glance in your direction, no doubt as a result of the volume of Mina’s voice, so you dropped yours to a whisper. “Just keep it down, all right? I don’t need the whole campus knowing about my tentative dick appointment.”

The pair of you giggled, drawing the attention of the librarian once again, who cleared her throat in a rather exaggerated manner while seemingly trying to bore a hole into Mina’s skull.

“Welp, that’s my cue,” she raised her eyebrows expressively as she stood, gathering her books and bag. “I gotta head home, but I’ll meet you at your place around 9? We can head over together.”

“Sounds good, I’ll see you then,” you smiled and nodded as she waved her goodbye, steering clear of the librarian’s desk as she took her leave.

You sighed and stared back down at your textbook, trying to intake the information your eyes were scrolling over, but desperately unable to focus. It seemed like focusing on anything had been a near impossibility as of late.

Ever since he left, you’d been a bit of a mess, though you tried not to let it show. How would you explain it? It’s not like you could tell them the truth. However, despite your best efforts, most of your circle of friends could tell that something was off. If only they knew.

“Shinso, huh?” The familiarly deep voice seemed to linger in your ears, sending a panging sensation straight through to your chest, threatening to shatter the fragile shards of your heart that you were just piecing back together.

You whipped around in your seat, eyes glaring at the raven-haired man who stood behind you. His hands were sunken into his pockets as he stared down at you, expressionless as ever.

“Seriously?” Shaking your head, you turned back around and snapped your book closed, tossing everything into your bag as quickly as you could.

You didn’t know exactly how you would feel when you saw him next, but now you had your answer. You were angry. No, not just angry, livid.

“Y/n—,” he started to speak, but you weren’t about to let him explain a thing.

“No. Don’t you dare. I have nothing to say to you, Professor.” Venom dripped off of your tongue as you moved past him, walking as fast as you could toward the back exit.

He followed closely behind, glancing around to check if the coast was clear before reaching his hand out to grab your wrist as he followed you out the door.

“Y/n, don’t do this. I just want to talk,” he dropped your wrist and moved to stand in front of you, stuffing his hands back in his pockets.

“Now you want to talk? Funny, I don’t recall you giving me that option. Why should I even hear what you have to say?” You shifted your weight to your hip, crossing your arms defiantly as you stared him down.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” His eyes were soft as they found yours, a sense of longing and regret evident behind them.

The words threatened to knock the breath from your lungs, but you didn’t falter in your stance.

“I don’t care,” you lied through your teeth, trying to sound sincere. “You walked away. You don’t have the right.”

“I know,” he took a careful step forward, inching his way closer to you. “I know that I don’t, but I had to try.”

“To what? Explain yourself? You said enough; I heard you loud and clear,” you took a decisive step back, your brows knitting together in frustration as indignation bubbled in your chest. “Or to check up on me? See if I’m really miserable without you? Obviously, you heard enough to know that I’m not exactly crying myself to sleep every night.”

His mouth twinged at your abrasive words, because it hurt to hear them. It hurt for him to think of you alone, but it hurt him a hell of a lot more to think of you lying next to someone else. Despite his best intentions for this conversation, that hurt presented itself as anger.

“Ah, your ‘dick appointment’, right?” It was his turn to lace his words with venom as he narrowed gaze at you.

Your mouth fell open momentarily, dumbstruck by his sudden hostility. The two of you had gotten into minor spats before, but it had never turned mean. Even when he had ended things and you had tried to get under his skin, he never reciprocated that energy, so his change in tone was surprising, to say the least.

“Why in the fuck do you care? You told me yourself that I should be with someone my own age, didn’t you?”

“So you go for Shinso?” His eyes were fixed squarely on you as his face contorted into a scowl. “Why? To hurt me?”

Your blood was near boiling at this point. A haughty scoff escaped your throat as you threw your hands up in exasperation before folding them over your chest again, stalking towards him as you spoke.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You,” you reached out, prodding his chest with your finger as you glowered up at him. “You left. You don’t get a say in who I do and don’t fuck. So you can cut it with the self-righteous bullshit.”

“So I’m right, then? I didn’t take you for the type to use someone else to your own ends, but I guess I’ve been wrong before.”

The monotone quality had returned to his voice and somehow that only enraged you further. You pressed the pads of the fingers on your left hand to your forehead, turning away from him as you closed your eyes, positive that you would actually be seeing red when you opened them again.

A pregnant pause passed through the tense air that surrounded you. His eyes never wavered from your frame as he watched you try to regain your composure. He watched as you raked your fingers through your hair and trailed them down your face, exhaling the slow, deep breaths that you had to coax into your lungs.

He didn’t know what he was doing anymore. He had come here to try and win you back, not to upset you again, but he had never expected to hear that you’d moved on, because he knew that he certainly hadn’t. And to hear that you were with his former protégé? Someone who he regularly interacted with? That was actively killing him inside.

Maybe that’s what he deserved. After the way he had left things. He never meant for it to go as far as it did with you. None of this was ever supposed to happen; he knew better. You both knew better, but it happened anyway. If only he had walked away from you when you had first met, if only he could have found the strength to do it before he had pulled you into this mess.

He hung his head, eyes closed as the memories of your first meeting washed over him like a warm, summer rain.

You were so cute in your sundress, your cheeks flushing red as you frantically apologized for bumping into him in the narrow aisle of the book store. Still looking adorably flustered even when he assured you that it was his fault and that he was the one who should be apologizing.

He wasn’t sorry though. He had backed into you by accident, but he was immediately drawn to you when he saw your pretty face. He didn’t know how to describe the feeling, because he didn’t believe in love at first sight, but he didn’t want to ever leave that aisle. It felt so safe there, in that moment, so innocent. Just the two of you, in your own little world, no real life problems to complicate things yet.

He was never one for small talk, but he tried, just for you. For the sake of keeping that moment alive. The way that you fidgeted with the book in your hand when you asked him to grab a cup of coffee didn’t go unoticed by him and his heart leapt when he thought that maybe he could prolong that moment further. That maybe you were feeling the same strange feeling he was.

Maybe if he had asked what you did for a living sooner. Before you had both discussed your favorite authors, your hobbies, your love for the couple of cats you had back home. Maybe then he wouldn’t have already felt too attached when you said you had just transferred to the university that he taught at.

The disappointment on your face at the realization had been evident. Perhaps that’s why he offered to walk you home. It wasn’t far and it was getting late. He was a pro hero and a gentleman. That’s what he told himself the reason for his offer was anyway. He would see you home safely and then be on his way.

He didn’t expect you to invite him in so politely or to share a bottle of wine with you when he ended up on your couch, a clear sign of his inability to say ‘no’ to you. But how could he? You were so kind, intelligent, beautiful; the list could go on.

How could he say no when you leaned toward him, your gaze cast on his lips before you looked up to gauge his reaction, seemingly desperate for his mouth to crash into yours?

That’s when he knew he was too far gone. That you had him; that he was completely yours. He still tried though. To tell you that you shouldn’t be doing this, that it was wrong. That the both of you should stop and forget that this had ever happened, as if he could forget how you taste—as if he wanted to.

It only made you that much more alluring when you straddled his lap and told him that you didn’t care; that you wanted him despite everything.

“I don’t know when you became so self-centered, but I can assure you that I’m not using Hitoshi,” he blinked and looked at you as your words brought him back to reality. “Not that I owe you a fucking explanation, but he pursued me. He’s been blatantly flirting with me since you introduced us. I thought you never mentioned it, because you trusted me, but obviously you just never saw him as a threat. So, what? Now that you’ve tossed me aside, you’re jealous that somebody else wants to play with me?”

“Of course I trusted you. I had to. There was a lot more at stake for us,” the volume of his voice dropped noticeably as took notice of two students crossing the empty parking lot behind the library’s rear entrance. “But yes, believe it or not, it hurts me to know that somebody else has taken my place in your bed.”

“Oh, it hurts you to know that I’m fucking someone else?” Thankfully, the two students were well out of earshot, because you couldn’t contain the volume at which you were spewing your words, hoping each one would cut into him like a fresh dagger. “Well, I guess it’s just an added bonus that that someone else is Toshi.”

You couldn’t help but to feel a spark of satisfaction when you noticed the way he cringed at usage of your new lover’s nickname. It spurred you onward, encouraging you to want to hurt him like he hurt you. As fucked up as it felt, and as much as you still loved him, you just wanted him to know what it felt like for you when he told you that it was over.

“Does it drive you crazy?” You deliberately closed the distance between you, moving slowly as you brought your body within a proximity that was inappropriate between a student and professor. “Knowing you’re the reason that now he’s the only one who gets to bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me?”

His expression was stoic, but his eyes shone with anger. It wasn’t enough for you; you wanted a reaction. You dared to get even closer, your face hovering just inches from his as you idly tugged at the scarf around his neck.

“I should be thanking you, I guess. Not just for introducing us, but for doing such a good job of showing him how to use this thing,” you tugged just a bit harder as you boldly stared up into his eyes. “You know how much I love being tied up.”

That did it. The expression that erupted across his face could only be described as pure, jealous rage. But it was only visible to you for a fleeting moment.

One large hand pushed into your hair swiftly, gripping the back of your head as he pulled you close enough to close the distance between your lips as his other hand rested at the small of your back.

Your hand instinctively tightened around his scarf, trying in desperation to pull him even closer to you, as if you were actually trying to become one with him. He walked you backwards a few steps, pinning you to the nearby wall as both of his hands moved to your hips, holding them firmly against his own. The anger you were both holding onto melted into unadulterated passion as you traded kisses, tongues lashing at once another as your hands found their way up his chest and behind this neck, tangling into the hair that hung at his nape.

“Sho,” you mewled breathlessly against his lips. “I can’t do this again. Please don’t do this to me if I have to let you go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he pulled back to cup your face carefully in his hand, smiling softly as you leaned into his touch. “I never thought that I would be the one to hurt you. I never wanted to be. I thought that I was protecting you by walking away from this, but I can’t function without you, baby. It might be selfish on my part, but I’m willing to risk anything, if it means that I can have you.”

“Of course you can have me. I love you, Sho. I’m all yours,” you smiled softly, pushing your fingers further into his hair as you pulled him down into another passionate kiss.

You both stood there, joined in shared bliss as you whispered weeks worth of missed sweet nothings and adorations into each other’s ears, completely unaware of the violet set of eyes that went wide at the sight of you in such a compromising position with his former mentor.

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ac3id · 4 years ago

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Plaything | 18+ | part i

plaything 1/ ?? | part 0

pairings: yandere! bully bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

warnings: [series] blackmail, bullying, dubcon/ noncon, filming w/o consent, yandere themes, no quirks au. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.

↪ for chapter 1: dubcon, blackmail, humiliation, masturbation, filming w/o consent, boot grinding, a little bit of bakusquad + reader....this is filthy :D

summary: by luck you get enrolled into u.a high the best school in your town. the only catch is that the school is filled with rich, spoilt and powerful brats who just seem to hate you and among them, a certain red eyed blonde dreads you the most

↪ for chapter 1: you bump into bakugou by accident, dropping your vanilla ice cream all over him, you try to apologize and run away but wants more...oh wait why are his friends standing there recording everything too?

wordcount. 4k+

a/n: sooooo, it’s finally out! huge thanks to @sawamooora for proof reading this! helped me out a lot <3 sorry for making u sit through that mess x[

this scene was inspired by that one episode of boys over flowers where the mc’s best friend drops ice cream on the main guy’s shoe and he asks the mc to lick it off...obviously that didn’t happen in the show but it really got me thinking......

alsO the netflix show elite,,, i just saw it and knew,,,,

taglist: @mocha-focha, @erenyeagersbasement , @haribo-pop, @sunshine-fangs, @kuremis, @amazing-fandoms,

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It was a great opportunity. Never in your life would you have thought you’d manage to land a scholarship at the prestigious U.A Private Academy.

The school was a dream, the best in your city, and only affordable for the rich. Graduating from such a school could have helped you with life in so many different ways. Not only would it open doors you could never touch before, but it would help you to form connections which would make your life undoubtedly easier.

Graduating from U.A. was a blessing, but obviously, it did not come easy. It was rather unfortunate. After your previous school building had collapsed, due to some accident, the board announced its year-long closure.

At the time, you were beyond lost and understandably frustrated - it was your last year before college and you simply couldn't risk waiting the year out. The whole situation was nerve-wracking, looking for decent schools which would allow you in.

Honestly, you had no idea what you would’ve done if U.A. hadn’t called you that night.

It was the last day of the summer holidays, a week after your school building had collapsed. Luckily, no one was hurt - but the damage on the campus was severe.

You had been talking to your friends when your mother rushed into your room with exciting news. Apparently, the chairman of U.A was feeling generous. He had decided to offer four excellent students from your school a scholarship to U.A.

You were overjoyed being one of the students along with your two other friends; Shinso Hitoshi and Izuku Midoriya.

At first, the thought was a little scary - going into a completely different world than you were accustomed to. The kids there would be much different than you, you didn't want to be the laughing stock, you didn’t want to be their silly little entertainment... The thought made you nervous, but when your best friend, Izuku, called you the next night explaining how he also won the scholarship; followed by Shinso, you were relieved.

Yes, you were stepping into a whole different world but you at least had your two friends with you.

And that brought you to the first day of school.

You stood outside the huge gates of the even enormous academy all alone shaking in your little, expensive skirt they forced you to wear as the uniform waiting for your friends. You promised the two boys you’d wait for them, and besides, you weren’t planning on entering the building all alone.

Your friends, Shinso and Midoriya, lived close to each other. They were supposed to meet you at the gates of the school that morning, but they were running late. Your anxiety grew the longer you stayed there, with students filling the place- arriving in their fancy cars with their expensive bags and accessories. It easily made you feel out of place.

“Hey,” you heard someone before someone tapped on your shoulder. You quickly turned around to greet the voice. Staring back at you was Uraraka Ochaco.

You remembered she was in your school too, Midoriya has a huge crush on her.

“Yes, Uraraka? Right?” You weren’t close to her, nothing but mere acquaintances. But seeing her face - right here, right now - it made your day.

Uraraka was dressed in the same uniform as you, there was no doubt that she was one of the four kids who won the scholarship. Both of you talked while you implored her to wait for Midoriya and Shinso. You didn’t fail to notice the way her cheeks turned pink when you mentioned Midoriya. The two of them were so obvious.

Your friends arrived, they were late, but they came.

Apparently, there was an accident that forced them to stay back a little longer, but they managed to make it before the first bell.

“I actually have an old friend who goes there now,” Midoriya confesses out of the blue as the four of you enter the gates. You look at him in awe.

During the three years in high school that both of you had spent together, he had never mentioned any friend of his going to the U.A. academy ever.

“Why did you never tell us?” Uraraka asks.

“well, we’re not on good terms. He used to live in the same neighborhood before his parent’s business took off. He left after middle school.” Midoriya says, a slight frown forming on his face.

“Who is he?” Shinso asks.

Midoriya pauses briefly before explaining his entire history with a temperamental and rude blonde. Bakugou Katsuki, he calls him. His childhood friend. But from what you managed to gather, Bakugou was anything but a friend to Midoriya.

Bakugo was once just a simple boy, living a simple life, destined to do great things - but once his parent’s clothing line ‘Dynamite’ blew up and became mainstream, he started drowning in wealth. Bakugo moved out of his old neighborhood at the starting of high school before enrolling in U.A., just like all his rich friends.

“Maybe you should say hi,” Uraraka suggests. Midoriya’s expressions turned sheepish.

“About that…” he started. “I called him yesterday, got his number from mom, and-” he stopped.

“What did he say?” Shinso asked.

“He told me to get lost and die,” Midoriya said with a slight frown on his face, looking down.

That was your first impression of Katsuki Bakugou. For a man you had not even met, you sure loathed him.

School went smoothly for a week, everything was going great. The four of you kept your profile low, didn’t talk until spoken to, kept your distance, and everything was okay.

People often starred and whispered amongst each other when they saw you in the hallways, but that was about it. Everyone seemed to be decent but… there’s always a but.

Everything took a turn for the worse when you managed to piss off the wrong person, Bakugo Katsuki himself.

It was an honest mistake, not even that big of a deal - especially for his standards Yet, for some reason, Bakugo wanted to get under your skin.

It happened after your lunch break, you were on your way back to your classroom with an ice-cream cone fasted tightly in your hands. You mindlessly dashed through the hallways, trying your best to get back to class as fast as possible - you don’t want to be late. It’d earn you a bad reputation. You don’t need that- you don't want anything which could jeopardize your scholarship.

You walked straight and took a turn. Just by fate, you bumped into a stiff, hard chest making you wobble on your feet and sending your ice cream from your hand flying straight to the ground.

“Shit,” you cursed, looking down seeing what you had to work with.

The ice-cream cone splattered on the floor, the white creamy liquid flushed all over the floor along with staining an expensive-looking, black leather boot. A snarl comes from above you along with a group of chuckles. More expensive shoes come into your line of view as you realize you’re not alone.

You slowly bring your gaze up, ogling at who you just pissed off.

Staring back at you is a furious blonde, glaring at you with such intensity that it makes your stomach drop. It’s the infamous Bakugou Katsuki, you don’t want to deal with him.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you don’t give him a chance to complain as you take your flight. Quickly, you try running away but a large hand grabs your forearm, stopping you dead in your tracks.

You look to the side, deep red eyes stare right back at you.

“Where are you running off to? Don’t you think you owe my friend here a proper apology?” Kirishima says, his grip on your arm growing tighter. He towers over you, his huge body trapping you with intimidation.

Going to U.A for over a week there’s a thing or two that you’ve learned about the rich, snobby brats who own the school. Not everyone is bad, a few of them are actually but the rest are just bad.

Bakugou was the worst. From how Midoriya described him, you knew for a fact he’d be a horrible person. But hell, he managed to prove himself even worse.

He was crude, mean, downright arrogant, and ignorant. Always screaming unasked opinions on top of his lungs, and gets mad whenever someone disagrees. He acts like the world revolves around him.

Bakugo had a bunch of friends who he called his “followers” and they weren’t any better.

They just watched while Bakugou ruined everything, they were there to support him.

Kirishima Eijirou the redhead, he was captain of the football team. He was a jock, brawns over brains kind of person. Girls cooed over him and his overly attractive, hot body. It looked as if he was sculpted by God himself.

Next was Kaminari Denki. He was in the school band, dating the lead singer. And yet, he managed to find time to flirt with other girls. He was the goofball of the group, dumb and stupid But he always knew what he was doing. Even though it was barely noticeable, you could always see a devious glint in those amber eyes of his.

Sero Hanta was famous for a lot of reasons. Most notably for having brought illegal drugs on the campus and skipping classes to go down to his junkie hangout spot to smoke weed. The man had no shame. Sometimes, he’d walk into the classrooms high as fuck. The teachers couldn’t do anything even if they tried, his parents practically owned the school; he owned the school. There was no going against the tall, lanky man who looked like he couldn’t even smash a bug. He held the most power and his friends sure knew how to abuse it.

Last but not least was Mina Ashido. The one and only girl member of the self-proclaimed ‘bakusquad’. Sometimes, Jirou Kyouka, the lead singer of the school, would hang out with the boys and her boyfriend, but she wasn’t a permanent member. Mina was.

In your opinion, Mina was a nightmare dressed like a daydream. With her short, pink hair and bright smile, she seemed like an angel. But she was the devil. Worse than even Bakugou, perhaps.

She knew everything about everyone, she had leverage galore: screenshots ready to leak, videos ready to ruin lives. She had them all, and frankly- she scared you the most.

Kirishima pushed you back, and Bakugo caught you by your shoulders.

“That was fucking rude,” he growled, biting his fingers into your shoulder blades tight and hard making you squeal. “Are you fucking blind or something? Fucking extra.”

“I said I’m sorry, let me go will you?” Even in such a terrifying situation, you try to remain calm.

“What do you think, Sero?” Kaminari began. Your heart sank, including Sero into anything was never a good sign.

“She ruined Bakugou’s new shoes,” he continued. Bakugou’s hold on you tightened and you winced, turning back to him and returning his glare.

“Okay, what do you want?” you give in, finally. A mischievous spark lights up in his crimson eyes as flashes a cocky smirk to his friends before turning back to you with a frown. He pushes you towards Mina and she catches you with an arm around your shoulder.

“Those were expensive, right?” she looks at you and then back at Bakugou. He grunts, nodding.

“Fuck yes, I’m pissed as hell. Some fucking extra managed to ruin it.”

You look back down to steal a glance at his heavy, leather boot. The small, white stain melted away.

“What will you do to make up for it?” Mina whispers your name and you cringe. They were teasing you. For their fun, they were making fun of you.

“What can I do?” you say, sarcastically. Prying yourself away from her hold. The crowd goes dead silent before speaking. Sero is the first one to talk.

“Lick it off.”

There’s a pause, no one speaks. Your stomach drops and your face pales at the look the five of them are giving you- it’s serious. Dead serious.

Kaminari bursts out laughing followed by Sero and the others. The four of them get a great laugh but Bakugou stares at you head-on with his grave expressions burning through your soul.

“Whatcha looking at? Do it,” he commands.

The laughing dies down and Kaminari speaks, “are you serious? You want her to lick your shoe,” he can’t control his laughter, a chuckle breaks with every word.

“Yes, I’m fucking serious. Besides, Sero recommended it,” he smirks. “Do you really want to say no to him? I don’t know so much about this but-“ he leans down close to your face, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, “it might complicate your scholarship.”

There’s a twisted rhythm in his voice. He’s enjoying tormenting you. You still want to believe that they’re just messing around. That they’ll have their laughs and let you go, but the way Sero stares at you says otherwise.

“You don’t wanna do it?” Bakugou asks.

“Of course she doesn’t! That’s gross, oh my god.” Mina exclaims, earning a chuckle from the rest of the boys.

“Hey, let’s hear it from Sero himself.” Kirishima pats Sero’s back, pushing him forward. The five of them have circled around you, coiling you inside their venomous nest with you in the center. You turn to Sero with pleading eyes, looking up at his huge form, begging.

He smirks looking down at you, you look so tiny beneath bim. He wants to mess with you, even more, you look like a nice toy to him. He wants to play with it until he can’t.

“I guess, I did say that-” your blood runs cold, heartbeat picking up in nervousness. “-but you don’t need to do it.” He finishes. Your face lights up while the others groan in disappointment. Bakugou looks livid.

“Just know that, you’re the one who dropped the ice cream on Bakugou’s shoe and now you’re not even helping him out. That’s not very noble, is it? I don’t know if I even by mistake slipped that info back home- my parents might reconsider whether you truly deserve to be here or not. They don’t really like disrespectful kids who comprise the school’s name.”

Sero ends his speech with a wide, ear-to-ear grin, followed by a pat to your head.

“The choice is yours.”

You pause for a moment and think. Where they were really going to make you do it, where they were really going to humiliate you like this. They were. But were you willing to do it?

From Sero’s threat, you could tell he was serious, this was legit.

It wouldn’t have been the first time the school expelled someone who had beef with Sero, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. They don’t care about anyone but their loving son. They wouldn’t even think once before expelling you.

“What’s your answer, princess?” Kirishima teases.

Mina and Kaminari once again break into fits of laughter.

“What do you mean? She doesn’t have a choice here, kneel you extra.” Your heart hammers in your chest as Bakugou gestures you to kneel. You stop for a second, breathing unevenly- thinking. After a long, thoughtful sigh, you answer.

“No, I am not going to do it.” Your voice is meek yet clear. Even though you’re trembling under the heavy gazes of five snakes, you choose to stand your ground.

Bakugou glaring at you while the others boo.

“Aw, c’mon you don’t mean that.”

“Don’t be a little brat.”

Bakugou stays silent while the others continue to throw insults at you - calling you names and trying to make you regret your decision. You look straight forward into Bakugou’s cold, red eyes, searching for his next move. Your heart beats even harder in your chest with increased anxiety. After watching your torment for more than a few minutes, Bakugo decides he’s had enough of this game.

“Hey, shitty hair,” Bakugo starts. “Punch me.”

“What?” Kirishima asks, vividly shaken. “Why do you want me to hit you, Bakubro?”

“Punch me real hard, give me a black eye.” The confusion grows greater on everyone’s faces. You stare at him in awe, wondering what angle was trying to play.

Kirishima raises his hands in defense. “Woah, dude slow down there. I’m not just going to punch you.”

Bakugou clicks the roof of his tongue, letting out a sound of irritation. “You all are just dumb,” he starts.

“Imagine if this punny, little,” he leans down closer to you till his lips touch your ears and whispers your name with a crude chuckle. “Were to drop all her food over me, not apologize, punch and me then run away, that’d bring her into a whole world of trouble. Wouldn’t it?”

Bakugo’s words are calculated and sly, he knows exactly what he’s getting at when he starts. His voice fills you up with dread as he makes his accusations public.

“She would be expelled on spot and Kacchan could also raise charges,” Kaminari adds.

Your eyes widen in fear.

“Yeah, I’ll fucking do that.” Mina giggles. “That would succck,” she cheers. Your lower lip quivers as you stare at them in disbelief, your eyes open wide only to be covered with fear.

“Hey, c’mon, why are you doing this to me?” You feel them inch closer to you, their warmth leeching onto you the longer you stay surrounded by them.

“Because you have no fucking manners.” Bakugou snarls.

“Kiri, punch him. What are you waiting for? If you don’t wanna do it I will!” Kaminari cries, growing impatient.

Kirishima laughs before he charges Bakugou. Your heart hammers in your chest.

You think about your family, your future, and how disappointed everyone would be with you. Your dreams and aspirations, all were rooted in this school.

It was honestly sad, pathetic even. Your entire future was just a joke to these spoiled kids. These kids who could control you, and everyone else, with just a flick of their fingers. It’s unfortunate, but that’s the price to pay for a piece of the beautiful cake known as U.A... You resign yourself to your fate.

A piece of your mind.

“N-no, don’t do that. I-I’ll do it,” you murmured, your voice timid and weak. The five paused looking at each other with an ominous glint in their eyes. Bakugou was the first to speak.

“Well, then fucking get on with it. On your knees.” Obediently like a trained puppy, you got down onto your knees, not letting your eyes fall from Bakugou’s face. His red, fierce eyes barked at you with an unknown look, keeping you lost.

“Holy shit, she’s actually doing this,” Mina squealed watching you lean forward, bringing your face next to Bakugou’s expensive boots.

“Kaminari, record this.” Sero taps at the energetic blonde, forcing him to take his phone out and hit ‘record’. As you lean further to the ground, your short skirt rides up behind you, giving the audience a clear view of your round ass and pastel panties. The sight brings a smile to Bakugou’s face as he scoffs.

“Cute panties,” he remarks.

You jerk, trying desperately to sit back, but Bakugo stops you. Smashing his other foot on top of your shoulder, he holds you there facing the ground.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” he growls.

You squirm, almost falling under his weight and as much you hate to admit it, a tingle of excitement runs down your spine. This was turning you on.

A row of whistles flood in, the boys start teasing you and praising Bakugou.

“Lick it off,” he commands.

You look down at his leather boot, the ice cream almost melted. There’s still a bright white spot of the sweet now liquid splayed out. Even though it’s not a lot, it still makes you cringe. You peek your shy, little tongue out timidly, forcing yourself to do the heinous deed.

Bakugou watches you hesitate and pushes on your shoulder harder making you reach towards him.

You give in after a final attempt, diving into his wishes. Your wet tongue touches the rough, cold leather. You cringe after a single touch, closing your eyes and scrunching your nose at the salty taste. “Clean it all off,” he commands.

You dive back in, this time letting your tongue glide across a larger portion. The humiliation burns through your body. It makes you uncomfortably hot, mostly from anger and but a little bit of arousal.

“Nice ass.”

There it is. The excitement comes back the moment they start making suggestive comments, the attention riles you up and it’s horrible.

“Kaminari are you even supposed to be here? Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Mina asks at the blonde pervert who was currently zooming on your ass.

“Oh? We’re cool as long as I don’t stick my dick her,” he points to you. “That’s hella fucking tempting but I’m in love, dude.” He chuckles to himself, thinking about his girlfriend.

They treat you like an object, talking about you like you were some sort of a toy.

“Bet her pussy is tight,” Sero says.

Kirishima turns to Bakugou, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Yo, Bakubro, can we touch her?”

Bakugou looks on from watching you lick his boot and turns to Kirishima. A dark, unsettling gaze falls across his eyes as he speaks, “No. This one is mine.” he stares down at you.

You stop lapping on his shoe and stand back on your knees, buckling your knees you try to get up but Bakugou harshly kicks your shoulder, throwing you back and making you cry.

“Why did you do that?” you squeal, holding onto your bruised shoulder, glaring at him intently.

The rest of the group goes quiet at the display of Bakugou’s sudden violence.

He stands between your thighs, lazily resting his foot atop of your soft thighs.

“You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” the angle you were spread out in had your skirt flipped over hips, displaying your pretty, pastel panties to everyone in the room.

Even though it’s subtle, masked by everyone’s fear of what Bakugou was planning, you still feel everyone’s gaze focused right on you and more specifically at your clothed cunt. Bakugou presses hard on your thigh making you cry.

“Useless Deku’s friends are just like him. The fucking second you walked in here, I knew you were just another useless insect for me to stomp on.” He pauses, smirking, pressing his foot onto you even harder, twisting his ankle to increase the burning sting surging across your right thigh. “And I’m doing just that.”

He steps off you for a moment, letting you catch your breath and recover from the burn. His eyesight travels lower down to your panties. He admires the cute pair you had on. Normally when he’d see girls naked, they’d dress themselves up the most luxurious to match his standards. But that’s not you, that could never be you.

He rejoices at the thought of seeing your flushed, tear-stained face breaking down under him. You’ll never be like those girls, always a step behind. He can build you up and break you however he likes, you’d have no say in it.

The power trip drives him crazy.

He presses the tip of his boot over your clothed clothed cunt, pushing the hard material right over your sensitive clit.

You gasp at the feeling, looking up at him with terrified eyes. He smirks down at you, moving his foot in a steady rhythm, rubbing the fabric of your cotton panties against your little pearl.

“This turning you on? What a freak.” The rest of his group basks in shock. They watch intently as the scene spiraled out for them, too captivated to make any comments. They just keep quiet and stare.

The way you squirm under Bakugou as he plays with your cute clit so unforgivingly makes them hot with excitement. Kaminari feels a little guilty but he blames it on his nature as a man.

Sero feels a little bad for you, they all do. But then again they wouldn’t waste the opportunity to be in Bakugou’s footsteps- literally.

“You’re a little slut, you know that?” Bakugou sneers.

Your gasps turn into whimpers as his simulation becomes harder. You clench your fists, desperately wishing it to be over. Tears brim in your eyes at the sheer humiliation of your corrupted form. This was just too much, too much for you to handle.

“Please, stop,” you beg, knowing he wouldn't listen. “I’ll report you,” you cry. A roar of laughter starts, shutting you up.

“Go for it, you do that.” Mina comments. Kaminari walks closer to you, bringing the camera down to your face recording your horrified expressions.

“We’ll just go ahead and post this online.” he threatens.

A drop of tear falls down your waterline following a waterfall. You cry, leave all of your dignity behind and cry. You beg them to stop but as your pleas mix with your moans, it’s hard for anyone to understand what you’re saying. It’s not like they don’t know what you’re asking them for, they just turn deaf, simply because they can.

Bakugou stops, he takes a step back, leaving you alone. You let out the tiniest cry when he leaves, ditching you just when you need his touch the most.

“Feels like I’m doing too much of the work, if you want it so bad, do this yourself.” He says. Your body still burns with desire, your clit still hard and cunt salivating, you are nowhere close to being done...

It’s as if something takes over and you are possessed by the dire need to cum, you do exactly as he says.

You snake your fingers down your panties, deliberately rubbing on your swollen little clit before pushing your finger into your drenched cunt. You cry out as you clench around your finger, the pleasure becoming unbearable. Your legs shake and you close your eyes shut.

You stay there on the floor, fingering yourself in the corridor, without any shame, while Kaminari records all of it.

“She’s gonna give me a hard-on,” Kirishima says and you moan.

“She really is a slut, huh?” Sero comments.

“She’s cute,” Mina adds with a smile.

Bakugou scoffs, “does Deku know how much of a whore you are?” He asks.

You don’t pay any attention to what he says, too busy bringing yourself to your climax.

“You’re getting all this right?” Mina looks over Kaminari’s shoulder and onto the phone screen which captures you beautifully losing yourself for everyone to see.

“You close?” Bakugou asks as you feel yourself clench around fingers tightly, he bends down on his and pulls your panties down your hips, admiring your precious cunt.

“Cute pussy,” he remarks before flicking your sensitive, hardened clit.

A rush of pleasure washes down your body as you cry while cumming. Bakugou pushes you right over the edge, a nasty grin screaming atop his face as he watches you. You curse at yourself for letting him see you like this, but there’s not much you can do but cry while you feel your juices gush around you before sliding down your thighs and onto the dirty floor.

It takes a second for you to calm down and when you do come to your senses, dread fills you up. Tears shamelessly fall down your face as you realize what you just did. The others laugh at you, without feeling any remorse.

Bakugou continues to stare at you with an unsettling look, while the others discuss the heinous crime you’ve just committed.

Sero looks down at you and you catch his dark eyes staring at you. A toothy grin scavenges his face as he speaks.

“Awesome,” he says as if he just finished some mediocre movie.

Finally, you find the courage to get up and run.

This was totally not awesome.

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mypimpademia · 4 years ago

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Shinso x reader, Mina x reader, Kaminari x reader, Kirishima x reader

TW: Swearing

Note: another part of my high school AU! I've been wanting to write for some characters that I dont write too often, and I thought this would be the best way, enjoy!

Thank you to @katsuflossy for helping me w shinso and Kaminaris soccer parts😭

Taglist: @myhoodacademia @katsuflossy @iiminibattlehero @ecao @nnnoya @hawklmaoo @strawberry-ice @mixfi @wolfkid22 @mythiccheroacademia @myfandemons @lilsparkyswife @her-majesty-kiara @mindofess @kqtsukisgf @1-800-s1mping @angiebug101 @mads-fairy @solar3lunar

SHINSO.

He's one of the people that genuinely perfers being alone most of the time

And hes very intimidating to most people, but most realize that he's pretty chill and cool if you just talk to him

Hitoshi would be on the soccer team too

Number 12 baby (Ronaldinho's number)

Hed play midfield, and have insane control over the ball

Hes calm on the field just like he is off it

But he gets a little competitive sometimes, might have to sit down and take a breather for a second

He sometimes ends up talking shit about his opponents, and he is NOT quiet about it

Will look the exact player he's talking about dead in the eye and say that shit

"I'll knock your knees out if you push me again."

And he plays a little dirty, might kick the ball around in away that'll make people fall on their ass just to get a laugh out of it

He steps on and kicks shins too

Hes really the soccer teams MVP, they went one game without him an lost and realized just how much of a key he was to them

Hitoshi sees you as his good luck charm during games, if you're not there he feels like he can't play his absolute best

Good luck kisses before he goes on the field are mandatory, if you dont give him one or forget, youre gonna get a very sweaty hug after the game

Hitoshi has only ever come to school in sweatpants and hoodies, and only wears jeans or something other than his usual once a week just so he can switch it up

He probably comes in with major bags under his eyes and smelling like coffee

And just a little bit late

He normally goes out to eat during lunch, and always takes you with him and let's you choose

You're honestly the most underrated couple in school

The loner boy and his gorgeous s/o, it's basically a real life wattpad story

When people try flirting with you, he tries getting his soccer cleats out on them and you have to stop him before someone gets hurt

Hitoshi is just underrated overall and no one but you and his friens realize, give him more recognition </3

MINA.

The really nice popular girl of course

But one of the popular people whose popularity actually means something for once

Gets along with basically the whole school

And she makes sure everyone knows she belongs to you and you belong to her

"Mhm, I've got a pretty s/o, and I love them soo much."

Probably posts you on all her socials (that the whole school follows) everyday

Mina has been in pretty much every club and team, which is exactly how she got popular

She joins as many as she can every year, but her favorites are dance and volleyball, maybe soccer too

For dance she likes to show you her routines, and maybe even teach you how to do them if you're down for it

"How was that?!"

"You wanna learn it too, babe? I could teach you!"

She's the captain of every team she's been on

It honestly just comes from her being so charismatic and the way she can get along with people and bring everyone together

Mina is 100% best dressed

Best everything honestly

Best dressed, Best hair, all that

She's cool with all the staff members, so sometimes the turn a blind eye if she decides to head out at random even when she's not supposed to

The two of you are Thee School Couple

Everyone wishes they were you guys or at least had a relationship like the one you had

Everyone would be in tears if yall so much as fought

So 10/10 for both of you

KAMINARI.

Certified pretty play boy

Hes a flirt, and friendly, and super popular

But the playboy act dropped once the two of you got together, because that's when everyone saw how much of a simp he was for you

Denki would just constantly fawn and gush over you, it would be annoying if it were anyone else, but it was just so cute to see him be so crazy for someone after he was basically known for never being tied down

Hes on the soccer team with Shinso!

Number 5 <3

Who did you think was calming Shinso down when he got mad??? Definitely not their other teammates

Hes the teams striker, and him an Shinso are so coordinated on the field together it leaves their own teammates in shock everytime

Hes a good sport (unlike Shinso), and is very friendly with his opponents

Wishes them luck before the game, helps them up if they fall, even says 'My bad!' If he accidentally trips someone, and tells the good job if they lose

Like Shinso, good luck kisses are a must

They're more like good luck make outs with him, and he usually ends up getting so wrapped up in them that he only makes it to the field by the skin of his teeth (he gets yelled at by the coach a lot)

He gets so god damn DIRTY on the field

And it doesn't even make sense because he really doesn't slide around or fall too much

He just manages to come out covered in dirt, and the sweat doesn't make it better

Oh, and even if you give him a good luck kiss, he still hugs you after the game

He doesn't do it to be mean, he just gets excited when he's on the field and has a bunch of energy left when games are over

Denki takes you to get ice cream after games. Shinso third wheels sometimes, but it's cool and not awkward at all because you're all besties

Denki is the most popular guy in school, and he'd be most popular overall if it weren't for Mina

You guys get rated cutest couple by all the students because no one had seen Denki simp till you came along and it was just too cute

Everyone wishes they could be yall </3

And half the school has beef with you because you're dating Denki and they're jealous

But you guys are still an adorable and amazing couple so who cares

KIRISHIMA.

The super sweet and popular jock!

Hes the older sibling to all the people younger than him and in lower grades

Hes on the football team of course

The quarterback too

Number 44

Hes that player that the coach is really trying to get a scholarship for

The one the coach pulls off to the side and says "son, let me talk to you..." and then tells him how far he'll go

Colleges are already scouting him

Most of the school is crushing on him honestly

But they all know that he's all for you and only you

Eiji gives you kisses before games, after games and sometimes when there's a long enough break he'll run and kiss you really quick

Hes a vv good sport, always wishes players good luck and says nice job after games, and separates any of his teammates that try to fight w their opponents then say sorry

It's usually Bakugo hes separating because hes on the football team with Eiji when he's not in Boxing

Everyone that's younger than you sees you and kiri as big siblings, and those older see you as cousins

Yall are just that couple that everyone loves

The whole school basically gushes when you walk in wearing his letterman jacket or one of his football jerseys

You're the couple the doesn't disgust everyone when you kiss in the halls <3

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keilemlucent · 4 years ago

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the sex party: ii

(r18+)

shinsou hitoshi x reader

ao3

part 1 || part 2 (you’re here!)

word count: ~9k

You and Hitoshi definitely have a thing for each other, but who would've thought that a 'sex party' would produce a confession?

warnings:

COLLEGE AU! characters are explicitly aged up to college students as early 20 year olds!

not really a sex party, mutual pining, friends to lovers, confessions, reader is canonically bi, brief momo x reader, light dom/sub, spanking, references to drug use, smoking (cigarettes, salem trademarked fic thing), drinking, and smut

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once again, thank you to @keiqos for editing, absolute gem :’^). now read and take this nice fluff and smut!!!

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Hitoshi hailed the gang outside just before calling an Uber, vaguely explaining what happened and that you were both headed back towards campus. Denki and Jiro assured the two of you that they’d find the fucker and get him thrown out and spit on.

“What a fucker, I’m sorry that happened, (Y/N),” Jiro frowned, eyebrows creased with anger. She cracked her knuckles.

You felt your chest tighten as you smiled back reflexively, “It’s alright. I’m just glad it's over.”

Mina grabbed your shoulders, “I’m going to ruin him for ya’, (Y/N). Ruin.”

She was deadpanned about it, waving a quick goodbye before running into the party to presumably go and kick the guy’s ass. The rest of the party peers followed, leaving with a similar sentiment and a lot of anger.

Denki remained, rubbing the back of his neck, “Are y’all headed back to the house then?”

You nodded, eyeing Shinsou, “Yeah, back to your guys’ place.”

Denki’s eyebrows raised, a wicked grin coming to his face.

Hitoshi gave a half-hearted glare.

Denki continued looking smitten as all hell. He gave Hitoshi a quick hug and crushed one into you. He flitted back in the house with a lightness in his steps that showed distinctly that he was far more drunk than he was letting on.

...

Part of you had a feeling that the night was far from over.

The Uber arrived a few minutes later, smelling of cheap air freshener and stale cologne. You climbed into the back seat as far as you could go. You expected Hitoshi to take the passenger’s side, but he slid beside you, buckling himself into the middle seat.

You didn’t say anything, but you mentally thanked him.

Considering the number of weird friend boundaries (when were you going to be honest with yourself, god, just say it) that had been breached already, you let yourself fall just the slightest bit into Hitoshi’s side as the car began to move.

Hitoshi continued tapping around on his phone one-handed, all to wrap an arm around the back of your seat, half around your shoulder. You relished his heat and let the details fade away as you stared out of the car window.

At some point, Hitoshi put his phone away, stuffing into the pocket of his jeans.

“Your jacket—” You spoke up, but Hitoshi quickly and quietly shushed you, squeezing your shoulder.

“I already had Momo grab it, no big deal,” You hadn’t realized how close he was until the heat of his breath rolled over your ear. “It’s much more important to make sure you’re feeling alright.”

Why is he so nice?

You remained silent, hyper-aware of the softness of your bare thigh pressing against Hitoshi’s own. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the warmth of his breath so close to your face in such a small space.

And you wanted more.

The neon lights of the city reappeared, growing brighter as the two of you neared Hitoshi’s home. Your mind swirled and spun with revelation after revelation.

How the fuck had you not realized how much you liked Hitoshi sooner?

I mean, it was obvious, but repression really does things to a person.

The Uber finally pulled up to Hitoshi’s home. The two of you swiftly went inside, an odd silence between the two of you.

As you stepped out of your heels, Hitoshi broke it from the living room.

“What if I told you I ordered food from that one late-night diner and it’ll be here in ten minutes?” Hitoshi glanced up from his phone with a dashing smile, the kind only you got to see.

It made you want to fucking explode.

You cracked your own, standing fully and stretching your toes, “I’d say ‘thank god, and god is Hitoshi Shinso.”

“You flatter me,” He chuckled, waltzing into the living room. You followed, aware of the eerie quiet that the house carried. It was rare that Hitoshi’s home was fully uninhabited and fully soundless.

It made your thoughts seem even louder.

“Want anything? Water? I can make us some drinks if you’re still in that mood,” Hitoshi offered, already moving towards the kitchen.

It felt like you were going to burst.

“Water is okay, I’m not really feeling like drinking anymore.” You laughed softly, rubbing the back of your neck. You were desperately trying to relieve your own internal tension, but you just fucking couldn’t.

Hitoshi returned a moment later with a glass for you and a kind gaze, regarding you were the most sacred thing in the world. The glass trembled in your grip as you refused to maintain eye contact with him.

You really couldn’t handle any more of this.

“You tired? I can set up the couch for you if you wanna lie down, unless you want me to walk you back to your dorm?” Hitoshi asked, moving towards the linen closet to grab your usual sheets and blankets. Hitoshi obviously sensed your discomfort and the bastard was too nice for his own fucking good, trying to cater to your every fucking need.

He’s way too nice.

...

You made your decision in that moment.

You swallowed, tongue feeling thick in your mouth. Fear wormed its way into your gut, but you spoke through it.

“Actually, can we talk?” You hated the way how your voice trembled.

Your knees felt weak when you saw Hitoshi’s expression fall, pretty violet orbs drooping.

Both of you were well aware of what the conversation would be about.

Hitoshi stopped across the room, turning to you. His brow was furrowed with anxiety. His voice came out sticky, pushing, “I think you’ve had a long night.”

Fuck it.

Tell him.

How much longer can you keep this up anyway?

“It’s going to feel a lot longer if I’m sleeping on the couch when I want to be in your bed.”

The silence that stunned the room echoed louder than anything you had ever heard before. You stared down at your feet, ignoring the way overemotional tears began to gather in your eyes. Your vision clouded, but your mouth kept spewing.

It had to.

“Hitoshi, I like you. A lot more than friends like each other.”

More silence.

You hold back sniffles.

You’re fucking up your whole friendship.

“And I know, our flirting has always been teasing, but I think it became real for me at some point.”

More silence.

“I don’t want to fuck up our friendship. You’re my best friend, Hitoshi, and I really, really care about you. And, I don’t want to throw away our friendship over a crush, okay? I just needed to get this off my chest. We can just forget I ever said anything if that’s easier.”

Your own arms come to wrap around yourself, thumbs making idle circles in an attempt to unconsciously soothe yourself.

You could hear Hitoshi take a few steps towards you, inhaling like he was going to speak, but quickly cutting himself off.

Ouch.

A few stray tears ran tracks down your face.

Your lip wobbled as you spoke, “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner, and that I teased you so much while feeling like this, I just didn’t notice—”

“(Y/N).” Hitoshi stood in front of you, low voice shocking you from your thought.

You refused to look up at him.

“H-hey, how about I just go back to my dorm? I’m sorry—” You sputtered, rubbing at your eyes as the carpet grew blurry beneath you.

You felt so fucking pathetic. Maybe it was because it took you this long to figure out your own feelings and say something about them. Maybe, it was because you were fairly certain you were capital l in Love with Hitoshi, yet you didn’t even have the guts to look at you as you confessed.

Maybe, it was all because you were so damn terrified that it was all of these possibilities making you drown in your own insecurities.

Hitoshi, diligent and mindful as ever, took note, even if you didn’t notice.

“(Y/N), look at me.” Hitoshi’s damn near commanded, but you somehow ignored him, spiraling deeper.

You couldn’t keep yourself from shaking as your voice cracked, “I’m so fucking sorry, Hitoshi. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ll be better, we can—”

And then there were hands, large and soft cupping your jaw, gently forcing your gaze up.

You shook even harder, unable to avoid him any longer.

Your breath felt leached from your lungs when you finally met Hitoshi’s endlessly sweet gaze.

Hitoshi’s eyes were so fucking soft. There was this melancholic smile on his face that made alarms go off in your skull.

He’s going to reject you.

You got the wrong idea.

You sucked down another sob as you tried to lower your head, but Hitoshi’s grip only became firmer. His thumb rubbed away some of your tears as he released a soft sigh.

A moment of quiet passed between the two of you. The teasing, fleeting glances and lustful eye fucking of the earlier night were long gone. All that remained was a tense string of vulnerability that both of you were terrified of.

You were shaking so hard in his grip.

You didn’t notice, but he was shaking too, desperately trying to keep his breathing even.

You blinked up at him, just waiting for him to reject you.

(Like Hitoshi would ever do that—)

“Can I kiss you?” Oh, his voice rolled so low and deep over you, you could’ve died.

Your eyes widened, and all you could do was nod, brain sluggishly following the situation.

He shook his head, lowering his head just a bit closer to your eye level. So ardently did he refuse to look away from you.

“I need you to say it, (Y/N).” He kept himself composed but god, he was struggling.

You gulped, leaning into Hitoshi’s hands for comfort.

“Yes, please,” Your voice came out soft, breaking and needy and Hitoshi wanted every bit of it.

His face hovered in front of yours for a moment, eyes tracing your features with such reverence.

And then his lips were on yours and all of your mutually stored tension broke.

It shattered.

His lips were soft, so different from what you secretly fantasized about. You expected some sort of roughness to him, but now that you were so sinfully close, he radiated calm and sweetness that you could almost taste.

Hitoshi was so gentle with you, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you even closer.

You moved your lips against his, relishing the fact that he was there and you were there. Maybe it was fleeting, maybe he would pull away and say he just wanted to fuck and you’d have to have that conversation. But, in that moment, you just sank into Hitoshi’s touch, throwing your arms over his shoulders and tangling deft fingers into his unruly hair.

You could handle whatever future you were given. Just a morsel of Hitoshi’s soft but unbridled affections felt like more than enough.

(Little did you know how much of him you were to receive.)

Hitoshi pulled away, but hardly. He stayed so close to you, pupils blown wide as his breath fanned of your cheekbones. You so, so wanted to surge forward and drown in him, but you held yourself fast.

He surprised you by letting out his own shaking breath, all the way in his chest. Your eyes widened.

“You’re such an idiot—” Hitoshi laughed and you faltered for a moment. It must’ve shown on your face because his hands started rubbing at your sides.

He kissed you softly again. Something chaste and sweet, like a type of summer fruit that stains your lips.

He pulled away again, lips parted and scanning you.

“You have to say it.” You told him, trying to keep your voice firm, but failing.

“Say what?” He teased, peppering the side of your face with kisses.

You made a small, half-annoyed noise, pushing lightly at his choice, “You know what, Hitoshi.”

He paused, dragging you tighter to him. A hand came up to cup your neck, fingers tracing idle patterns on your pulse point.

The look he wore (so well) was one of pure tenderness that made you ache in the best possible way.

“Of course I like you.” Hitoshi kissed you again.

You were too stunned for words.

Hitoshi kept going, his own tension apparently having broken as well.

(Duh.)

“You have no fucking idea how much I adore you—” He spoke against your lips, hands digging into your sides as you pulled lightly at his hair. You both craved closeness and finally had it. “How much I’ve wanted this, you—”

You whine into his mouth, pressing into him with everything you had.

His touch felt heavenly. After so many months, years of pent up romantic and sexual tension, his hands felt like divine fire against you. Every part of you ached for more of him, as now you were finally able to express your desires.

You pulled away, just enough to lean your foreheads together. Hitoshi’s pupils were blown wide, flickering from your eyes to your lips.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, voice still small.

Hitoshi chuckled, popping a quick kiss onto your nose, “Honestly? I didn’t want you to think I was only your friend because I wanted fuck you.”

Your insides twisted.

“Do... you only want to fuck?” You asked, any movement to pull away blocked by Hitoshi’s hold on you. Your heart hammered in your chest.

You definitely wanted more than just a fuck, but you’d take what you could get.

(You wouldn’t have to.)

“Oh, no, not at all,” Hitoshi spoke matter of factly, wearing the smuggest grin. His lips went to just below the shell of your ear, “There’s plenty more that I want from you, (Y/N).”

“Hitoshi,” You nearly moaned his name as his lips brushed against your ear. “You g-gotta be careful, saying shit like that.”

“Why's that?” Hitoshi’s lips met the fragile skin of your neck and sank into him.

“You k-know why,” Your words trembled as he left trails of kisses against your neck.

All you wanted was more.

“Tell me. I love hearing your voice,” Hitoshi crooned against your neck, pressing at the small of your back so you arched into him.

His words were so damn sweet, it made you melt inside and out as a high moan dribbled from your lips.

Hitoshi nearly growled against your neck, sucking at the skin at your collar. You fisted the back of his sweater, toes curling against the carpet—

And then a soft knock echoed from the door.

You both stopped dead, freezing.

Quickly, Hitoshi straightened out, but not before pressing a loving kiss to the skin he bruised.

“Foods here.” He smiled at you as you breathed, open-mouth and near panting.

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Hitoshi came back from the door with the food, setting it on the coffee table and falling onto the couch. You followed suit as Hitoshi took out a few takeout boxes, handing one to you.

“I got that breakfast combination you always get, I hope that’s okay,” Hitoshi passed you a fork as you nodded.

“How are you so calm right now?” You asked, turning to him and folding your legs under your body.

Hitoshi turned as well, raising an eyebrow and holding up one of his hands between the two of you.

It was shaking violently.

“Not calm, at all. Just composed,” Hitoshi broke into his own food, taking a bite. “Eat something, (Y/N).”

You couldn’t fight him on that. Despite the elated, anxious, (horny) twisting of your gut, the smell of comfort food soothed you after such an eventful night.

The two of you ate in relative silence, both in shared contemplation. It was comfortable, sounds of the city neighborhood and old house filling the space with enough ambient noise to feel natural.

You finally set down your empty box, eyes flickering to Hitoshi as he finished off his food, a bit of egg stuck to his fork.

“I was being serious earlier, you know,” You rubbed at the fabric of your dress, suddenly very aware of the way it rode so high. “About sleeping in your bed rather than the couch.”

“I figured you were,” Hitoshi replied, setting his own food down to face you. “I never said you couldn’t.”

“Let’s clear the air then, if that’s okay,” You asked, a bit uncertain.

It all felt a lot better when Hitoshi grabbed one of your hands, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. He nodded to you to keep talking.

“So, I like you. You like me.” You began.

Hitoshi nodded again, a cute smile creeping at the corners of his mouth.

“You... don’t just want to fuck?” Your words sounded unsure, but Hitoshi quickly nodded.

“I’d prefer more, but I’ll take what I can get,” Hitoshi shrugged.

You definitely felt somewhat settled and a whole lot less insecure.

If anything, you felt bold.

Very bold.

Before Hitoshi could react, you shoved Hitoshi’s shoulder into the back of the couch. Your bare legs went over either side of Hitoshi’s built thighs, squeezing as you straddled him.

You could feel the way your dress rode up, almost showing off your ass.

(Not like Hitoshi already hadn’t seen it that night—)

You stared him up and down with lowered lips, biting your lip gently.

His violet tresses were wild, roughed up from the night’s events. His cheeks were stained pink, eyes tearing over your figure.

His hands darted to your waist, rubbing his thumbs over your ribs.

“What do you want?” Hitoshi asked, finally breaking his composure with cute, breathless words.

Your trembling hands cupped his face as you leaned into him. Your ghosted your lips over his, breath mingling as you spoke, well aware of what you were doing.

“I just want you, Hitoshi. All of you. I think I have for a long time.”

That was enough for the two of you.

Hitoshi grabbed at you with a possession that made your insides turn to jelly. His lips pressing to your own, licking in your mouth with a fervor that you craved. One of his hands moved to just below your ass, squeezing the flesh with a grip that was sure to bruise. His other hand tangled into your hair, pulling you to angle your mouth just right against his own.

His actions had a fever to them, hands and lips moving in a way that pulled and pushed you perfectly. You knew from goddamn kink night, that Hitoshi was a far more dominant person, but now that you were getting a personal taste? You felt intoxicated by his demanding touch.

All you could do was grab onto the front of his sweater, kissing him with everything you had.

As Hitoshi’s hand slid up to your ass, you experimentally ground down on the growing bulge in his jeans.

He let out a broken moan, roughly grabbing your backside and moving for you to repeat the motion. You arched into the friction, keening in the back of your throat as Hitoshi nipped at your jaw.

“Fuck, Hitoshi,” You moaned, your hands trailing down his chest to tease at the hem of his sweater.

Hitoshi wasn’t one to be beat, licking a line from your collarbone to your ear, biting and kissing to his heart's content. Your hips stuttered against his own, both of you moaning in tandem. His hardened cock pressing against your practically bare sex made your head spin with potential.

You grabbed at his hips beneath his sweater, dipping just below his waistband—

Suddenly, Hitoshi pulled away from your neck, breathing hard and slow. He swallowed, grabbing your face in both of his hands and peppering slow kisses all over your face.

“You have no fucking idea—” Hitoshi kissed your roughly, squeezing at your jaw. You moaned so prettily for him as he swallowed your sounds with a groan. He pulled away, sighing deeply, “how badly I want to keep going, but—”

You finished his sentence, sighing and touching your forehead to his, “It has been a long night.”

Hitoshi made a noise of agreement, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before you pulled back, “Is that alright?”

You shook out your own breath, nodding, “Of course. I want to keep going too, but I don’t want to rush anything. Wanna make sure we’re comfy, you know?”

Hitoshi rumbled out a laugh, pulling you into a solid embrace. His nose pressed into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, nuzzling into you, “You gotta stop being so sweet, (Y/N).”

You raised your eyebrow, threading your hands through his hair, feeling how he instantly relaxed into your touch, “What did I do?”

“I mean, your existence is pretty sweet. Cute too. Sexy. Hot. I could go on,” Hitoshi nipped at your neck, daring to suck gently at the weak skin. “But, I think that would just rile me up more.”

“Good point,” You gently tugged his hair to bring his face back to yours. “Your room?”

He kissed you in reply.

The shattering of tension left a gentle warmth running through you, and you couldn’t wait to see what else was to come.

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The two of you swayed upstairs hand-in-hand.

It felt weirdly domestic, rubbing off your makeup with the cleansing wipes you had long stored at Hitoshi’s for late nights studying or drinking.

He stood next to you, brushing his teeth in a roomy tee and sweats. You still wore your party dress, rumpled and a bit too dirty for comfort. You found yourself glaring your body down, remembering the very sour event of the evening. Your skin crawled and itched.

Hitoshi caught it easily. He knew you so well.

“You wanna ‘showber?” Hitoshi’s words came out garbled through the foam in his mouth.

“That might be best, yeah,” You sighed in some form of defeat, nervously rubbing your arms for a moment. Hitoshi spit and rinsed as you finished removing the mascara from your eyes.

As you finished, Hitoshi urged you to sit on the toilet seat, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he darted from the room. You straightened up at the freely given affection, loving the way your heart pounded. He returned quickly, carrying a fluffy towel and a pile of folded clothes.

“Take your time. If you need anything, just shout, okay?” Hitoshi laid them on the counter and squatted down in front of you, taking your hands in his and squeezing.

You nodded.

It wasn’t the first time you had taken a shower at Hitoshi’s. You could only be thankful that he and Sero had good enough hygiene habits that it was fairly clean for a college house.

You felt damn near euphoric, getting to wash the sweat, fear, touches and smoke from your skin and hair. You took extra care to cleanse your body the best you could, washing everything properly and thoroughly.

(You know, just in case.)

(For the morning.)

You digress.

Warmed and feeling far more clean both mentally and physically, you toweled off and slipped into the clothes Hitoshi left. The shirt he gave you was way too large, nearly hanging off of one of your shoulders. He must’ve had it mixed in with laundry as it held the scent of his pine-ish cologne that had always made you melt. The sweats he loaned to you also fit poorly, but you didn’t mind too much.

You padded your way into Hitoshi’s room.

It was a familiar spot. Many nights were spent here drunkenly carousing with your pals, rolling on the worn hardwood. Many hours had been spent splayed out on the floor, both of you pouring over textbooks and academic journals, constructing brutal papers with the aid of unhealthy amounts of lukewarm black coffee.

Hitoshi’s room, for a long time, strangely, had been incredibly comfortable and safe. On a night like this one, you couldn't be more glad.

His room was dimly lit, yellowish string lights hung on the ceiling. They dimly illuminated the many gig posters, prints, and thrifted picture frames he had amassed over the years. A desk in the corner, an aged dresser, and a (blessedly) queen-sized bed with a comfy black duvet.

You blinked at Hitoshi, noting the lack of his usual clutter around the room, “Did you clean while I was in the shower?”

Hitoshi was standing in the corner, tapping away at his phone with a furrowed brow, but managed to look up and flash you a smile, “Maybe.”

You chuckled, walking up to him and comfortably wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face in his arm. You felt him jump a bit, but quickly relax.

It was all new to both of you, but very welcome.

“Is everything alright?” You asked, watching the way Hitoshi frowned at his phone.

He ran a hand over his face, sighing, “How surprised would you be if I told you Denki and Hanta blacked out and puked on the way back?”

“Not very surprised, but still, yikes,” You looked up at Hitoshi. “Are they coming back here? I’ll babysit if you have to, too.”

He turned to give you a small, sympathetic smile, “That is very sweet of you, but it sounds like they’re going to crash Momo’s or Katsuki’s.”

You felt... suspicious.

You narrowed your eyes at him, eyes darting to your purse on his nightstand, “I haven’t checked the group chat, but did you put something in the group chat?

Hitoshi took a sharp inhale, a cute blush painting his nose and cheeks, “It may have slipped that we finally... said we liked each other.”

“May have?” You raised an eyebrow.

“There may have been a betting pool that I have just been made aware of—”

“Did... Did they all know?”

“And, they wanted to give us some privacy—”

You covered your face with your hands, leaning into him, “Jesus fucking—”

“Very considerate of them, considering,” Hitoshi sighed, pocketing his phone and wrapping his arms over your shoulders. “I’d much rather be sleeping next to you than dealing with blackout Denki.”

“True, true,” You sighed, uncovering your face to look up at Hitoshi. He was beaming at you with a look of adoration that made your chest ache. You frowned, “Are you gonna be able to sleep?”

You knew of Hitoshi’s insomnia well. Though you could manage to sleep, his inability to fall into slumber was something he wrestled with daily. You knew he was able to sleep some, but it was a great difficulty and was the root cause of his incessant caffeine consumption.

“I’m gonna try, if not, it’ll be okay, I’ll at least be very comfortable,” He rubbed his hands up and down your arms. “Besides, it’s easier to sleep next to someone.”

“Really?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “Like, has it always been easier for you to sleep with someone?”

Hitoshi gave a little sigh, nodding.

“Dummy,” You snorted, lightly flicking his nose. “You could’ve asked me.”

“To... Sleep with me?” Hitoshi blinked down at you.

“Yeah. I would’ve said yes,” you shrugged easily. It was hardly a question. Even if you didn’t have incredibly strong feelings for Hitoshi, you would’ve tried to help. “I’ve always cared about you like that.”

Hitoshi closed his eyes and took a big inhale, the hands on your arms speeding up a little, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you, (Y/N)?”

Your gut dropped, “I don’t—”

Hitoshi didn’t give you a chance to fully answer him before leaning down abruptly and scooping you into his arms. Your arms flew to his neck for purchase as he cradled you to his chest, squeezing and walking to the bed.

“You are just so fucking sweet,” Hitoshi set you down on the bed, allowing you to adjust yourself to look up at him. You sat on your legs, kneeling while looking up at him.

He bit his lip, eyes widened and glassy looking down at you. You gulped as you heard his shaking breaths, felt his trembling hand cup your cheek.

“You’re way too good,” Hitoshi breathed, shaking his head.

The incredibly tense sexual aura of the moment dissipated as Hitoshi sat next to you on the bed, scooting to the inside of the mattress and pulling up the comforter.

Part of you was disappointed, feeling lingering pressure between your thighs, but the more sensical part of you was very tired and wanted nothing more than to finally hold Hitoshi and fall into sleep.

“Hey, get over here,” Hitoshi knocked you from your thoughts as his arms wrapped around your waist. He dragged you up, fitting you in the crook of his arm, pressing his nose into your hair. “If you’re in my bed, you’re gonna be in my bed, fully committed.”

“I’m not complaining,” You purred, more than satisfied with throwing your leg of his own, curling in his chest.

Part of you wanted to check, to confirm that all of this was okay. The night had been a lot and you were sure both of you were pretty keyed up from everything. Getting together with Hitoshi was hardly the outcome you expected of the ‘sex party,’ but you weren’t going to complain. Fuck, you could hardly do anything as Hitoshi’s cologne, heat, and firm body were already lulling your body to sleep.

“You are sleeping, aren’t ‘ya?” Hitoshi teased, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You made a small noise, the most you could muster before burying yourself at his collarbone.

Sleep quickly took you under, Hitoshi beaming you the sweetest smile and lavishing you with quiet, subtle affections as not to wake you.

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You woke up to dawn light streaming in through a slit in a familiar set of curtains. You grumbled, half-awake, but really not wanting to move. You were too comfortable. Warmth filled your body, peace floated over your slumber-hazed mind and you couldn’t help letting out a content sigh.

The presence of heat let out a familiar chuckle.

You slowly opened your eyes again, becoming aware of the fact that you were half sprawled over Hitoshi. He was looking down at you, sweetly, eyebrow raised.

You literally gasped.

Hitoshi’s hair was tousled and far more wild with bedhead. The amethyst yolks of his eyes were lit up by the early morning light, and he just beamed down at you.

“You’re so pretty,” You let slip.

The events of the night prior became fresh in your mind. The good ones far outweighed the bad. It was even easier to ignore any and all sour feelings because fucking finally you and Hitoshi were in bed together.

Finally.

“Why, thank you. You’re pretty beautiful yourself, you know.”

You were going to nut.

His. Voice.

It was always deep, a rolling bass, but addled with sleep? It was graveled and coarse and it made you literally wet.

“Fuck.” Was all you could muster as you slowly sat up.

Hitoshi squeezed you around your ribs, a knowing look and smile stretched across his face.

The hold on your waist reminded you that Hitoshi was, in fact, holding you. His hands, soft for how large they were, massaged slow, deep circles just above your hips and through your borrowed shirt. You had to have slept tucked up into him like that all night.

You hoped there would be many more like it.

“Did you sleep okay?” You asked, your own voice rough.

Hitoshi grinned drowsily, “I did. It’s a hell of a lot easier next to you.”

You couldn’t suppress the way your lips curled into a smile. Leaning forward, you ran your hands up his chest to brace yourself, leaving a soft kiss on his lips, “I’m glad. Very glad. Wanna do it again sometime?”

“Oh, (Y/N),” Hitoshi rumbled, hands moving up to tickle lightly at your ribs. “Now that I’ve gotten a taste of how lovely it is to sleep next you, I don’t know if I’ll ever let you sleep anywhere else.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Let me? Interesting word choice.”

“Intentional word choice,” Hitoshi’s eyes darkened, tracing your form as he wet his lips, “You like a bit of control exerted on you, don’t you, (Y/N)?”

You shuddered as Hitoshi dragged you closer, up his body so your hips straddled his own.

“I mean, yeah,” you breathed, clothes beginning to feel way too hot atop your skin. “You were there for kink night, weren’t you?”

You tried to joke, but Hitoshi didn’t let you.

“I was there,” One of Hitoshi’s hands tangled into your hair, rubbing affectionately, but your gut told you he had other, more particular, plans. “And, I have a good memory.”

Without missing a beat, Hitoshi flipped the two of you.

Your back hit the mattress and knocked the wind out of you. A breathy gasp fell from your lips, unabashed as Hitoshi was suspended on top of you.

You almost spoke, but then you noticed the way Hitoshi was looking at you, and you couldn’t. Whatever breath that laid in your lungs slowly dripped out.

He was looking at you like a man starved.

His eyes glittered as he traced each curve of your body, pliant and beginning to tremble under his touchless attention.

“Y-you’re bold, you know that?” You managed to stutter out.

Hitoshi chuckled to himself, shaking his head, “Just observant. You always say that I’m a good listener.”

You shuddered as Hitoshi leaned down, nose trailing down your jaw to your pulse point. He paused above the fluttering beat of your heart before licking a strip down your neck with the flat of his tongue.

“Jesus, Hitoshi,” You scraped out, swallowing as heat rushed through your tense body.

He pulled away, only to hover just above your face, staring into your eyes with an intensity that would be stifling from anyone else other than him.

“Do you want me to keep going? We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable,” Holy fuck, did Hitoshi’s voice somehow get lower? Is that what fucking happened when he got horny?

You were going to die.

“No, no, we should keep going, yes,” You really tried not to sound desperate, but it hardly mattered. Hitoshi could more than tell, he knew you so well.

You didn’t give him a chance to tease you, hands clasping behind his head to gently pull him down to your lips.

God, you were positive you wouldn’t ever tire of Hitoshi in any way. Everything about him seemed so right, good and perfect especially near you.

Hitoshi nipped at your bottom lip, one of his hands insistently rubbing at the bones of your hip. You shuddered at the onslaught of sensations, slotting your mouth against his to bring him as close as you could manage.

One of your hands flitted down his frame, tugging at the hem of his sleep shirt. You’d seen Hitoshi shirtless plenty of times, eyed him as much as was acceptable for ‘bros’, and then moved on with a reddened face, but you would be damned if you weren’t going to ogle him a bit, now that you had the open opportunity to.

Hitoshi sat back on your hips, pulling his shirt over his head with ease and became what you could only be certain was a manifestation of your dreams.

It was clear he indeed had very much been working out, all the muscles of his abs and arms were toned and well-used, even holding a bit of the tan from when he started his training last summer.

You noted, drool puddling in your mouth, that he (and assumedly Denki) did get their nipples pierced for their ten-year friend-iversary last fall. Cute barbels hung from his nipples, surprising, but also very hot. You followed the ‘v’ of his hips to the waistband of the soft grey sweatpants he was wearing, noting with a shocked raise of the eyebrows that Hitoshi was already considerably hard and considerably large.

“You like what you see?” Hitoshi teased, leaning back over you to worry at your neck with a few well-placed licks.

You swallowed, hands pressing to his chest, running up and down the soft skin before going to pinch one of his nipples, “I really do, fuck.”

Hitoshi’s breath stutters against your neck, “Like ‘em?”

“I thought you two were kidding.”

“Oh, never—!”

Hitoshi’s words were yanked from his chest as you pinched and twisted both of his nipples, albeit lightly. You were doing it partially to get a reaction and gauge how sensitive he was. With the way he whined from the back of his throat, you inferred that he was very sensitive.

“Aren’t there more important things you could be doing with your hands?” You chided, though not an edge of malice was in your voice.

Hitoshi just seemed spurred on by this, grunting and swiping your wrists into his grip. Your hands were pressed above your head, pinned to the mattress by his body weight.

A low whine spun from the back of your throat.

“You’re really lucky that I like brats and that I love you—”

Both of you paused.

He...

Did he just—

Did he just drop the L bomb?

He dropped the L BOMB .

You stared up at Hitoshi, frowning at the absolute terror in his eyes.

“I, I mean, I didn’t mean it like that,” Hitoshi sat back up on you, nervousness in every motion of his body. “I just meant—”

“Hey,” You interrupted, sitting up with him. “I love you too, you know. I’m pretty sure I have.”

Hitoshi doesn’t say anything for a minute and neither do you. You’re both in stunned silence. Enraptured by the other, your forms painted with the precious, vibrant gold that streamed in from the curtained window. The other sounds were that of the ambient city awakening and the unsteady breath that was shared between the two of you.

It was oddly perfect, and neither of you complained.

“So,” Hitoshi broke the silence, running his hands up your arms. “I love you.”

Oh, did it feel like a drug to hear his morning voice say the new phrase in such a way.

You nodded, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his navel, “And I love you.”

“Then, it’s settled.”

There was certainly more to discuss involving the nature of your relationship, including the fact that you both had your heads so far up your asses for so long and were definitely in denial for a good portion of time, and that your love was a lot more complicated than either of you were making it out to be.

But, you both certainly shared the history for it.

All of the late nights where you both eyed the other secretly, turning away at the last moment before being noticed.

There were plenty small moments of caring, too.

There was the way how whenever you were over, you made Hitoshi a new pot of coffee, no matter if the old one was out.

There was Hitoshi’s intentional habit and insistence (that had lasted years) that he walked you back from parties, sharing cigarettes or half-carrying you. He never minded.

There was the way you had memorized each other's takeout orders months ago.

There was the small drawer in Hitoshi’s desk that was dedicated to things you left and might need. Several extra pairs of socks, makeup remover, a spare notebook, an extra laptop charger for when you inevitably forgot your own.

There was, of course, the way that you and Hitoshi were currently looking at each other. Fuck whatever fragile, easy-to-tear-away eye contact that had been occurring between the two of you for years, all that there was now between was the collection of lost time.

“Please kiss me.”

The request was obliged.

Hitoshi was quick to pin you back to the mattress, bratty behavior forgotten and stored away. There would be plenty of time to explore that mutual side of your relationship, but now only desire was Hitoshi and your shared pleasure.

Your lips slotted together, pulling a moan from your chest as Hitoshi immediately licked his into your mouth. It was a bit sloppy, rushed in the heat of the moment, but he quickly slowed down. Cupping your jaw, he deepened the kiss as you moved against him, lightly rolling your hips for any sort of friction.

You were the first to pull away, nosing to his jaw and lavishing it with bites and kisses. The rough groans and grunts that Hitoshi spilled were all the motivation you needed to go lower and lower on his neck.

Marking him as you pleased, you sucked at the skin of his neck, leaving bruises and spittle in your wake. You teasingly blew at the wet spots a few times, loving the way he shivered against you.

Hitoshi wasn’t to be outplayed, hands roving over your body. He left quick squeezes and rolled his thumbs anywhere he could reach. It was like he had to touch everything.

Your back arched and you cried into his neck as Hitoshi’s hands squeezed your breasts over your shirt, worrying a nipple with the pads of his fingers in the same way that you did to him earlier.

“Can’t take what you dish out?” Hitoshi chuckled in your ear as you squirmed underneath him.

You shook your head, biting on one of his collar bones, “I want more.”

His lips were back on your own before you could think.

You could feel how wet you were getting, unattended heat that desperately needed contact of any kind. As Hitoshi’s teeth nipped your neck, trailing lower to the wide collar of your shirt, it only got worse.

“Can I take this off?” Hitoshi asked, ever the gentleman.

You didn’t answer, but rather whipped your shirt off as quickly as possible.

And then your upper half was bared to him.

Your breasts spilled with gravity and rose and fell with your own light panting, glistening with sweaty dew.

You swallowed as Hitoshi’s hand went to your navel, flat-palmed. Slowly, he dragged it upwards, stopped to palm your tits only for a moment. You took note of how thick his fingers were and how you wanted nothing more than for them to fuck you into oblivion.

His fingers trailed to your sternum, then to your throat, tracing up the column before roughly grabbing your jaw.

“You,” Hitoshi voice sounded thick as he pressed his knee into your sex. “Have no idea what you to do me.”

“Then fucking show me.” You spit back out at him, one of your hands teasing at the top of his waistband,

Fuck Hitoshi’s knee, apparently, because he immediately slid down the bed to hover in between your legs.

You snapped your knees closed out of surprise, all the same dripping against your panties

“You want me to show you?” Hitoshi seemed to be speaking more to himself than you. “Then I will.”

Hitoshi slipped his thumbs under the waistband of the borrowed sweats, pulling them down and off of you with ease. He situated himself back between your legs, parting you by your inner thighs with a bruising grip.

You heard his sharp intake of breath as he hovered so close to your sex.

“Already so wet for me? I’m flattered.” Hitoshi didn’t give you any chance to quip back as he licked your slit through your thin panties.

You squirmed for him, all for him.

“Please, more, ‘Toshi,” Your voice was warped with pleading, but you could hardly care. The burning look that Hitoshi flashed you was more than enough to nonverbally explain his intentions.

He set to marking up your thighs, murmuring sweet nothings to and about the flesh and how you cried out for him so well. He dotted you with lovely bruises, kissing closer and closer to your dripping cunt.

With one final, pleading look, Hitoshi all but tore off the thin panties you wore and ravished you.

He licked from your opening to your clit with a flat tongue, making your thighs stiffen and toes curl. You felt him hum against you as he shifted your legs over his shoulder. One of his arms wrapped under your thigh, pressing at the bottom of your tummy and locking you in place.

He sucked hard on your clit, just once, almost as some sexual litmus test to assess your ability to move freely.

It was very low as all you could do was arch for him, whines filling the air.

It seemed like it was more than enough for him.

Hitoshi tongue fucked you sloppy, refusing to give you any more stimulation on your clit, no matter how you tried to buck at his face. All Hitoshi’s hold would allow you to do was gently grind against his face as slick and spit soaked the bed below. It was more than enough to make your brain gummy, craving nothing more and more of his touch.

You squeezed your thighs around Hitoshi’s cheeks as he carefully pressed one of his aforementioned thick fingers into your cunt. Hot pleasure permeated every corner of you as you panted for Hitoshi, all for him.

He curled his finger just right and you screamed.

Hitoshi was quick to take the hint, pushing around another inside to repeat the motion, lips, and tongue working your clit as the pressure built beautifully.

“You close, kitten?” Hitoshi’s words were muffled by your cunt, but holy fuck, you knew exactly what he said.

You whined at the use of the word, nodding and panting out a muddled affirmative.

Hitoshi sucked lewdly at the mess between your legs, pulling your body to the apex of its hot pressure, before breaking.

Your back curled off the bed, Hitoshi’s hold released to all you to fully fuck his face as he slurped at the juices between your thighs. Your mind went fuzzy as pleasure crackled through your frame, fingers curling into the rumpled fabric below and your head bowing back into the pillows.

You slowly came down, twitching as Hitoshi continued to kiss around your sex. You could half-tell he was grinding against the bed; he was that turned on.

You sat up, swaying a bit, drunk on bliss, and already semi-fucked out.

Yet, you still wanted more.

“‘Toshi, please,” You looked at him helplessly.

He sat up on his knees, hands going to play with your tits as he raised a smug eyebrow, face wet with you, “Want my cock, kitten? Is that it?”

“Holy fuck, ‘Toshi, please,” Your voice came out as mixture between a whine and growl as Hitoshi chuckled, reaching to the side for the nightstand and condoms, you assumed.

“I thought I’d have to do more to get you begging, with that little bratty shit you pulled earlier,” He mused, stepping off the bed for only a moment to finally pull off his sweats.

If your mouth had been any more open, drool would have fallen into your lap.

Hitoshi was, once again, sculpted. The guy put in work and it showed. That was less important and less relevant as you were currently lewdly, literally, drooling over his cock. It wasn’t only cervix-shatteringly long, but it was thick and curved just right. It was flushed, fully hard against his abs and leaking beads of preek, all from the friction of the bed and giving you head.

“Can I do it?” You asked as Hitoshi unwrapped the condom.

He nodded, cheekily, handing you the package.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, stopping to sit on your knees as he stood above you. Carefully, you rolled the rubber on, clenching your thighs together as your oversensitive cunt throbbed.

You stared at its girth, biting your lip nervously and looked up at Hitoshi.

Immediately, his gaze softened and he caught your face in his hand, thumbing over your cheek, “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, just, uh,” You stumbled over your words, gaze flipping from his very pretty cock and his very pretty face. “Do you have lube? It’s been a while and I don’t want to tear.”

“I do,” Hitoshi’s worry dissolved, pulling a bottle from the same drawer and tossing it on to the bed. “And, I will try my best not to tear you. We can go as slow or as fast as you like, hm?”

You nodded, biting your lip and crawling back onto the bed.

Hitoshi cooed sweet words to you as the two of you adjusted. Perhaps it was to his own natural nervousness, or maybe yours. All the same, the loving comments about your body and how good you were for him turned you to putty underneath him.

Your legs were thrown up over his shoulders, feet prepared to lock behind his head. Hitoshi knelt between your legs, holding your thighs spread as his lubed cock ran over your folds.

“Tell me if you need me to go slower, okay?” Hitoshi reminded you, ever attentive.

You gulped as Hitoshi breached your cunt with the head of his cock and holy fuck. You stretched, and it burned, but it was nothing that you couldn’t handle. Hitoshi kept praising you, running his lips wherever they could reach as he leaned over your pillow-propped form. Inch by inch, he pushed into you, stopping when your breathing got too harsh.

And then, Hitoshi’s cock was fully sheathed into you and you felt so fucking full, you could die.

“Hey, ‘Toshi?” You spoke breathlessly, wiping sweaty strands of violet hair from his cheeks. “I love you, okay? For a lot more than your dick, but this is a huge perk and I’d feel bad not saying so.”

He was still and silent for a moment, head bent out of your view.

“You’re gonna tell me, while I’m buried this deep in this cute, little cunt of yours, such sweet shit? That you love me?” Hitoshi growled, darkened eyes lust-hazed.

You nodded.

Hitoshi swiftly pulled almost entirely out of cunt, only to slam back into you, angling your hips perfectly to hit your g-spot.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, head thrown back and you gave a breaking wail, body shaking with the sudden cracking of pleasure.

And, Hitoshi didn’t relent.

He continued his hard, deep, and long thrusts, increasing his speed as he felt you loosen for him. With each thrust, wet squelching sounds spurred the two of you on.

Hitoshi’s face buried itself in your neck, sucking harsh marks that sparked pain across your heated skin. You couldn’t get enough of it. You couldn’t get enough of him.

Hitoshi accented each thrust with a more desperate, broken sounding ‘I love you,’ quickly unraveling at the seams as his thrusts and kisses became more erratic.

He reached between the two of you, blessedly circling your clit as your own orgasm was close to cresting.

You came before Hitoshi, just by a second, the clenching of your cunt and the way you moaned his name being more than enough for him to blow his load, fucking you through both of your orgasms.

You both stilled, panting.

Hitoshi fell next to you on the bed, instantly pulling you to his chest and smothering you with kisses. You returned them, shuddering and coming down from the earth-shattering peak you had just been at.

“Fuck, Hitoshi,” You squeezed around your arms around his waist. “You fuck like a god.”

He shook his head, pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple, “You say shit like that and it’s gonna inflate my ego.”

“Guess I gotta keep saying it, then.”

You smiled up at him, moving to straddle his waist, ignoring your bodily complaints.

“I love you, you know,” Hitoshi beams from below you, looking at you with a reverence that you craved for so long, but were too afraid to voice.

You let out a shaking breath, smiling right back, “I love you, too.”

Hitoshi pulled you in for a sweet kiss you returned easily, smiling against his lips, melting into him—

His cock hardened against your thigh.

“Round two?” Considering the smiles you beamed each other, that was a definite ‘yes, please’.

But, you were rudely interrupted by the slammed of the front door. You both stiffened, Hitoshi immediately going to grab your waist and drag you onto the bed. He threw a blanket over you, but it was hardly necessary.

Denki’s voice rang over the house, “HEY! Did y’all fuck yet? If you did, please tell me. I’m against Mina in the betting pool and I’m in deep.”

All you and Hitoshi could spare was a laugh and a sweet kiss, before you shouted back, “What do you think?!”

#salem writes #shinso hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #mha smut #mha x reader #mha reader insert #shinso x reader #shinso hitoshi x y/n #hitoshi shinso x y/n #bnha x reader #shinso hitoshi #shinsou x you #my hero academia shinsou

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hheeyyhay · 4 years ago

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The Familiarity of New Memories

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinso x Reader (can pass as gender neutral if ya squint)

Summary: Old traditions make way for new ones as reader makes new friends with the help of a certain ball of fur.

OR Shinso volunteers at a shelter with a grumpy old cat who just so happens to play matchmaker between himself and the newcomer to town.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy my contribution to the Konoha Simps’ latest server collab!! You can check out all the other wonderful pieces in this event right here. This is the first piece of fan fiction that I have written since high school, and the first piece I have ever put out into the world for others to see. I cannot thank the members of the Konoha Simps Server enough for giving me the motivation and courage I needed to FINALLY do this-- I love you guys so much!!

Warning(s): fluff, mentions of anxiety/depression

quirkless college AU

Word Count: ~3K

There was no doubt about it, summer was officially on the way out. You could tell by the way green leaves were giving way to crisp splotches of red, yellow, and orange. In the way the cool breeze kissed your cheeks as it danced by. Most importantly, you could tell by the way your workload for classes picked up.

You tried to take in your surroundings-- take a moment to process a quick hello to autumn, and with it a farewell to simpler times. Gone would be the times where your biggest worries were what kind of trouble you would have to convince the rest of your friends to stay out of in between shifts at the local cafe. Normally, this goodbye was easier to say as it leaned to the happier side of bittersweet. After all, back home fall was your favorite season. That was all in the past though.

In your hometown, your walks around the neighborhood at the start of fall were comforting. You could stroll the streets with a snack in one hand, and a warm drink in the other as you headed to meet up with your friends under the canopy of changing leaves at the park. With textbooks sprawled across picnic tables and blankets the support of your friends kept you all warm against the slowly dropping temperatures. However, it was no longer the streets of your hometown that you were strolling along with a backpack over your shoulders, and it was no longer your friends at your side, but strangers.

You shivered, pulling your thick cardigan closer around yourself with a heavy sigh. You had been so certain that moving hundreds of miles away from home to finish your college work was a good idea. You had told your anxious family and friends that you would be fine, being alone in a new place for a while was just a sacrifice you had to be willing to make in order to pursue your dreams. Yet you began to doubt the truth in your own claims as the usual cold autumn wind whipped your hair about. It felt foreign rather than welcome as it would back home. The chill sunk into your bones where it mixed with your new found loneliness causing you to wrap your arms around your middle.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” you thought to yourself pulling out your phone to see no new messages in response to all the ones you had sent out. You had known your friends for years and were lost without them. You sighed once more, shaking your head as you pocketed your phone. It had been the fifth time in an hour that you checked your phone knowing there were not any notifications you had already seen. You scolded yourself for being foolish and worrying that your friends had moved on without you.

You had been distracted by the chatter of your own inner demons the entire rest of your walk, and it was not long before you were turning off the sidewalk onto the back walkway leading around to the front of the library.

You were headed inside to study on your own at the tables inside. It had become your new tradition after having found it too hard to study outside at any of the parks, where all the passerby would remind you of just how lonely you were here in this new town. As you rounded the corner and came up alongside the library you paused, noticing a lot more noise and chatter than usual. Balloons and signs amongst the visitors caught your eye. “Adoption day?”

You wandered closer to the tents that were set up in a corner of the parking lot. Upon closer inspection you realized that the people were gathering around various cages, crates, and pens filled with pets from the local shelter. There were as many different people there looking for new four legged family members to bring home as there were animals. Some children were leaning over a crate full of guinea pigs, others were picking out rabbits from one of the other pens, and still others were begging their parents for either a puppy or kitten. There were couples young and old alike speaking with the volunteers about which cat or dog was the best fit for them. You wished you could hang around a little longer, but there were so many people in such a small space that you could not help, but feel anxious. Turning away to finally walk inside you pulled out your phone once more to smile down at your lock screen; a photo of your cat from back home.

Pocketing your phone you caught a glimpse of something familiar out of the corner of your eye. Following your line of sight as you walked away, you were surprised to recognize a boy from campus. If his wild purple hair and dark under eye bags were not enough to make him stand out from the crowd then his lanky limbs decked out in his unique dark, edgy style definitely was. You paused at the top of the staircase to the library and watched as he spun around to crouch in front of a cage. As he stood there squatting in front of the cage you realized that he was a volunteer from the shelter along with the others.

With one last final look over your shoulder you walked through the door, leaving the boy and all the homeless pets outside. As he disappeared from view at your departure, you caught a last glimpse of him pulling a rather forsaken cat out of the cage he had previously been standing in front of. Heading to your usual secluded table behind some less frequented bookshelves you tried to not think of the cat or the boy who held it in his arms. From what you had observed from your short visit to the Adoption Day Event, no one else had shown the poor old cat any sort of attention. The lump of fur was not only fluffy, but a bit on the large side, and while his coat was far from scraggly you could tell that he had only recently fallen on some sort of good fortune. He was missing a leg and both eyes, rendering him blind. It made you sad to think that the others were more than likely passing over the cat in favor of the other healthier, younger cats who would not have as many problems. As far as the boy, you could not even begin to guess why he seemed to be clouding up your thoughts. It was not like you had ever spoken to him before.

Your thoughts were a jumbled mess and before you had known it you were throwing your pen down in frustration. “Ughhhh! This is useless! It has been two hours and I have barely put a dent into this chapter,” you dropped your head into your notebook as you slammed your textbook closed.

“Maybe I would have been better off just studying at home afterall,” you thought to yourself as you packed up the rest of your belongings.

You stopped at the circulation desk on your way to the exit to check out a book you had reserved on your previous trip in. “At least today wasn’t a total loss,” you thought to yourself as you gripped the book to your chest and headed for the door.

As you threw open the door and made your exit you were once again met with the chill of the outside air. It did not feel as cold as it had that morning though. You looked down at the book clutched to your chest and then back out across the parking lot. With a smile on your face and a new sense of determination that you had not felt since you had moved you found yourself walking across back to the makeshift shelter. The crowds from earlier had long since thinned only serving to further justify your impulsive decision.

With a deep breath you had brought yourself up to one of the tables where the last few volunteers were congregated around the forlorn cat. Everything else was just about picked up and it was clear he had not been able to find a “furever” home at the event. The volunteers, mostly middle aged women with bright smiles, greeted you and asked if you wanted any information on the shelter they were from or if you were perhaps interested in volunteering yourself.

You explained that you had recently moved to the area to finish your schooling, but that you had been especially missing your cat from back home. You showed them a few pictures as you expressed interest in the cat lounging on the table and using his one good front paw to swat away anyone who tried to pet him.

A deep voice from behind you startled you out of your conversation, “You really want that mangey thing instead of a cute kitten?”

You turned around and were met with the lanky boy from campus. You had been about to argue with him, stand up for your new feline friend when you noticed the boy was giving you a devilish smirk and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Shinso Hitoshi,” he extended his other hand to you, “I’ve uh--seen you around school a few times.”

You shook the offered hand and introduced yourself as well, “We have two classes together. I’d hope you’ve seen me around at least once or twice.” You tried to play it off cool as a blush crept up the back of your own neck. Your eyes searched each other up and down briefly and it took a lot of self control to not make an attempt to hide your face as you felt the blush grow across your cheeks as you watched Shinso’s own face begin to turn red.

“Ahh, well, I’m fostering old Charlie here until he recovers more from his surgery,” Shinso made a show of gesturing to his own eyes and then to Charlie’s like it was some secret or he did not want to hurt the cat’s feelings. You could not help, but stifle a laugh. From the impressions you had of Shinso you had not expected him to be so forward, or funny for that matter. “Lucky for you, Charlie is quite picky and has scared away any potential suitors.”

Shinso reached around you and was able to give Charlie a few successful scratches under his chin. You reached forward too and copied Shinso’s movements. While Charlie was a little hesitant at first, he quickly warmed up to you and much to Shinso’s surprise, even let you pick him up and give him forehead kisses.

“Alright, well I guess you passed the test,” he congratulated you as he took Charlie from your arms and gently placed him into a carrier. “He has another week or so, until he’s ready to go to a new home. If you want you can fill out one of the adoption contact cards and then one of us at the shelter can give you a call when it’s time for him to get ready to go home to you?” Shinso turned away as he once again began rubbing the back of his neck as he started turning red again, “Orrrrr, I don’t know. Maybe you could give me your number and I could text you updates or something?”

The other volunteers had slowly begun to disperse during your interaction with Shinso, and the last older woman who was left chuckled a bit to herself as she passed you a clipboard with the adoption paperwork. “Just fill this out for me dear and then Charlie will be all yours pending his final follow up with the vet. Shinso can go ahead and answer any questions you may have.” She gave you a final pat on the shoulder as she wandered off to help the others finish cleaning up.

You quickly filled out the paperwork and handed it back to Shinso, your phone sitting on top of the clipboard unlocked and already opened to the messaging app so he could add his number, “Please don’t tell me you volunteer at the shelter just to use the poor animals as your wingmen.”

Shinso made quick work of adding his number to your contacts and made sure he had yours as well before adding the clipboard to a pile on the table. “Only when they help me get the courage to finally talk to a girl I’ve had my eye on since she first transferred a couple weeks ago.” His face was red and his eyes were downcast. You wondered if maybe your first impressions of him were true and that Charlie had inspired him to do something out of his comfort zone just like the cat had done for you.

You could not put your finger on it, but you once again found your thoughts swimming with the boy from campus. This time though you had a name and even a voice to put to the face. You were not ready to say goodbye and decided to stay to help Shinso and the other volunteers finish cleaning up. The sun was quickly setting at that point and as the darkness rolled in so did another bout of cool autumn wind. However, this time you hardly noticed it. It carried a clean, crisp scent of fall that felt the most familiar than it had since your move.

You passed the time with idle chit chat, quickly becoming closer and closer to Shinso. You learned a lot about each other and came to realize you had a lot more in common than you would have ever thought.

Pausing you closed your eyes and tilted your head back taking a few deep breaths. It had been ages since you felt this content. You were not alone, you were not worried about the many different reasons your friends could possibly have for not texting you back, and you were not worried about the fear of never finding somewhere to fit in within this new place. You walked over to where Shinso had Charlie’s carrier resting on the sidewalk leading towards the back of the library. Kneeling down you poked your fingers as far through the bars as you could manage, “Thanks Charlie. Without you, I really wouldn’t have any friends here and I don’t think I would be able to love the fall anymore. With you by my side maybe I’ll be able to remember being stuck in this new place will be worth it all in the end.”

You had not realized that Shinso had come up behind you, and you bumped into him as you tried standing up. He gripped your elbow tightly as you regained your balance, “So you really are new around here huh? I thought so, but. Well. I don’t know.” Shinso shrugged his shoulders sheepishly as he let go of you and quickly gave you back your space. As he avoided your gaze and looked up at the setting sun you noticed just how dark the circles under his eyes really were.

“Yeah. Uhm,” you shifted your weight back and forth nervously as you tugged at your own sleeves. “Thanks for helping me with the adoption stuff. I hope Charlie doesn’t give you too much of a hard time before he can come home.”

There was a tension in the air as you were both starting to get cold as the dark approached, but neither of you particularly wanted to be the first to leave. You tucked a strand of loose hair between your ear, using the action to hide your face a bit as you gnawed on your lip. Shinso mirrored your uneasy behavior, staying halfway turned away and pulling his fingers through the mop of purple hair on his head. Luckily, Charlie had woken up and given a pitiful meow that sounded more like a chirp. It was just the encouragement you both needed as you and Shinso were once again able to make eye contact.

“It’s getting pretty dark and looks like it may rain,” Shinso broke away and looked up at the sky momentarily. You could not help, but be mesmerized by the way the sunset played on his pale features, accentuating his jawline. You felt the blush making its presence known on your face once more and simply nodded. Charlie chirpped again as if he were trying to encourage Shinso to continue on before he blew his shot. “My place isn’t too far from here. We could head there and hangout with Charlie for a bit to wait out the rain, and then I could walk you home if you’d like?...”

You could tell Shinso was nervous to hear your answer as he began rubbing at the back of his neck. Grabbing his wrist to gently guide it back down you flashed him a genuine smile as it felt like a weight was being lifted from your shoulders. The moment was interrupted by Charlie who decided that was the perfect opportunity to make it known that it was past his dinner time. “Come on Shinso, we wouldn’t want to make old Charlie think we’re planning on starving him.”

Shinso laughed and bent down to grab the carrier. “Wait until he realizes he’s going on a d-i-e-t after he’s fully healed up,” he spelt out. Charlie made a noise from the back of his carrier like he understood what Shinso was saying and was not pleased about it, which only made you laugh that much harder.

You once again found yourself taking the rear pathway behind the library into town. This time was different though. You were no longer alone. You had two new friends you could confide in. The leaves dancing in the autumn breeze were once again a welcomed sight. The dropping temperatures no longer reached the innermost corners of your bones amplifying your loneliness. The ghosts of the memories of your friends were no longer haunting you everywhere you looked as you walked down the street. There was now someone special you could create new memories and cherish the autumn with.

#hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinso #bnha shinsou #mha shinsou #bnha shinso x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #fan fiction #shinso x y/n #bnha imagines #mha imagines

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bellattawrites · 4 years ago

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darling dearest

pairing: hitoshi shinso x fem!reader - Y/n, L/n

rating: SFW, 16+, mentioned sex

cw: swearing, suggestive comments, implied sex,

fluff, enemies to lovers, college AU

word count: 1.6k

The sun began setting down on downtown Tokyo. Y/n made her way to the dorms after her final class of the day. She was exhausted and still had so much work she needed to finish.

College was really wearing Y/n out.

She took her keycard from her backpack and pressed it against the sensor. The door opened and she made her way to the shoe locker.

After changing out her shoes, Y/n walked towards the elevator. The door opened as she moved her hand to press the button.

“Yikes, you should’ve taken the stairs.” said a daunting voice.

Y/n turned to see the last person she wanted to ever see. Hitoshi Shinso, a student in the same year. They met in high school and constantly quarreled over things most might consider stupid. To be truthful, neither of them really knew if their arguments were even worth the trouble.

But one thing they both knew for sure was that they did not like each other.

“Right, because if I had taken the stairs I would’ve been able to avoid your ugly ass face. Move.” Y/n said harshly.

Shinso rolled his eyes and scoffed at the woman standing in front of him.

“You talk like you’re in charge of the elevator, L/n. Maybe I don’t want to move. Take the stairs, looks like you could use it.” Shinso said.

Y/n sighed and pressed the button for the other elevator, choosing to completely ignore Shinso. He frowned and exited the elevator. Shinso wanted a reaction that she had decided not the give him.

“You gonna say something?” he asked. Y/n smirked and slipped by him into the elevator he had just left.

She raised a hand and waved to him with a smirk.

“Goodbye.” she said as the doors began to close.

Once she left his view, Shinso scowled and turned on his heel.

“That bitch.” he muttered under his breath before walking out of the building.

***

The next night, Y/n and her friends walked into the club by the campus. After a long week of classes and endless studying, she felt like she deserved a night off.

The inside of a nightclub in Tokyo was a seemingly surreal experience. The lights flashed and the bass drowned out the faint sounds of hoots and hollers. Y/n began thriving off of the disorientation and began dancing to the music.

She turned her head to the right in search for her friend, but instead saw something she wasn’t ready to see.

Y/n wasn’t even aware that she wasn’t prepared to see what was taking place.

A girl with luscious long legs, gorgeous honey-colored hair, and a body that many would consider irresistible danced on someone with a familiar face. His typically unruly purple hair hair had fallen and clung to the sides of his face. The hands that Y/n had unknowingly noticed so many times tugged on the girl’s hips as she grinded into him.

Y/n felt sick. The undescribably wonderous feeling from before turned into panic. She rushed off of the dance floor and towards the door as fast as she could

“Y/n! Wait!” her friend called after her.

Y/n didn’t stop at the sound of her friend’s voice. As soon as she reached the door, she kicked open the door and stumbled outside. She disregarded the people in line and the bouncer watching as she fell to her knees and gasped for air.

A tight feeling took over her chest and she closed her eyes to attempt to breathe properly again.

“God, you look pitiful on the ground like that.”

Y/n’s eyes opened wide and she turned her head to see Shinso and the girl. One of his hands rested on her hip and the other laid by his side.

“Your eyeliner is running, Sweetie.” the girl said in a mocking tone. Y/n looked down at their feet and sighed.

“Are you just going to sit there mocking me, Shinso? Don’t you have something better to do?” Y/n said as she motioned to the girl.

Shinso’s eyes changed from a malicious glare to a concerned gaze. Sure he had made fun of Y/n in the past, but she usually came back with a retort. It was unlike her to not fire an insult back.

“She’s right, come on.” the girl said, now clinging to him. Y/n had stood up and straightened out her dress already, returning to her usual stance.

Shinso followed the girl away from the club, but couldn’t shake the thought of Y/n hopelessly kneeling on the ground.

He hated this feeling. He felt like shit.

Guilt coursed through his veins for the rest of the night.

Shinso kept thinking about Y/n.

***

The following week was an uneventful one. Y/n had gone about her week doing the usual things. Classes, studying, and extra work had consumed her schedule.

But something unusual that she had noticed was that she hadn’t had a notable encounter with Shinso.

When they crossed paths outside of the dorm building, he didn’t respond to her insult. He simply rolled his eyes and walked away. Y/n knew this was because of what happened outside the club.

She knew that the encounter probably stuck with Shinso as much as it stuck with her.

Y/n had no intention to admit why she had reacted so severely to seeing Shinso grind with a random girl. She figured it was better to ignore and suppress whatever the hell she was feeling instead of going through the painstaking process of facing her her emotions.

But she seemed to completely disregard her plan to suppress her feelings when she saw Shinso exiting the elevator she was approaching.

“Hey!” she yelled.

Shinso cursed under his breath and turned to face Y/n.

“What?” he asked in an annoyed tone.

“Why won’t you be an asshole to me? Ever since you saw me fucked up outside the club, you won’t hurl insults at me.” Y/n said.

“Do you want me to be an asshole to you?” Shinso asked.

Y/n raised her shoulders frustrated. “I don’t know!” she slightly yelled.

Shinso scoffed. “Okay well what do you want?” he asked while slightly raising his voice.

“I don’t know what I want, Shinso. It’s just strange for you to not be an ass.” Y/n said.

Shinso chuckled for a second before squinting at Y/n.

“You must be out of your damn mind! I stop being rude to you after I see you upset and you get mad about it? You’re literally insane!” Shinso said.

“I don’t need you to pity me, I don’t need you to feel like you have to be nice to me. I’m not weak, Shinso!” she said.

“So you want me to be a jerk as if I never saw you upset. I’ve never seen you like that, I don’t even know what made you that upset!” he said.

Y/n stood there and just looked at him for a moment. She didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t like she could just explain it to him.

“Forget I said anything. I’m going upstairs.” she said.

Y/n walked into the elevator and disappeared from Shinso’s sight. He sighed and looked at the door the the stairwell.

It was honestly such a bad idea to do what he was thinking about doing. Facing the feelings he had been having since high school was a god awful idea. He wasn’t good enough to deserve someone like Y/n. That’s why he did what he could to make her dislike him.

But at this point, Shinso couldn’t help himself.

***

The elevator door opened and Y/n took a step forward. She was suddenly grabbed by the wrists and pulled forward before her body pressed into someone else’s/

She was met with purple eyes that stared deep into her own. Nerves began to course through her body and her breathing became irregular.

“You annoy the fuck out of me, you know that?” Shinso said both softly and aggressively at the same time.

Y/n took a moment to process what he said.

“Yeah, I do it on purpose.” she said.

The fronts of their bodies were still pressed together and their faces were only inches apart. Both of them waited for the other to do something, do anything.

“You’re really gonna make me do it?” Shinso asked.

Y/n smirked and her eyes thinned.

“Yup.” she said.

Shinso rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Tch. Fuck you.” he said.

He then violently smashed his lips onto hers, and she immediately returned the kiss back. Their lips continued to move in sync more and more aggressively. Y/n’s hands moved up to Shinso’s hair and his hands moved to hold onto her hips.

Y/n pulled away and the separation of their lips made a popping sound.

“Yeah, this is a hallway, follow me.” she said.

Y/n grabbed Shinso’s wrist and dragged him down the hall to a door. She unlocked it with a keycard and cracked the door open.

“Wait, are you sure?” Shinso asked.

Y/n turned around and devilishly smirked at him.

“Yes.”

***

Y/n’s eyes fluttered open the next morning only to be met with the sight of someone’s very bruised neck.

Extremely bruised neck.

She then realized what she had done.

Who was in the bed.

And that neither she, or Shinso were not wearing clothes.

“Good morning, Darling Dearest.” grumbled Shinso. His morning voice caught Y/n off guard. She then realized that she was curled into him and resting on his arm.

“We weren’t drunk?” she asked as many of last night’s memories came flooding back.

“Nope. We were angry though.” Shinso said.

Y/n did remember that part. The absolutely aggressive angry sex was basically unforgettable.

“I thought you hated me?” Y/n asked as she tilted Shinso’s head down.

Their eyes met once more.

“Things change.” he said with a grin.

“You’re cute when you don’t want to admit things out loud. Just say you love me already.” Y/n said as she buried her face into his chest.

Shinso sighed and wrapped his arms tighter around Y/n.

“I love you.”

“Yeah yeah, I love you too.”

#bnha x reader #bnha #bnha shinsou #shinsou x y/n #x reader #bnha fluff #mha #mha smut #shinsoubnha #shinsō hitoshi #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha x reader #oneshot

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whyralltheusernamestaken · 5 years ago

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Favourites

Some of my favourite posts :

Bakugou Katsuki :

"She’s my wife” - pro hero au where bakugou forgets his lunch and you decide to deliver it to him at his agency. but when you’re there, the new receptionist calls you a bitch.

Number neighbour - in which Bakugou Katsuki is a grumpy and sarcastic college student just trying to get his degree and you are his bubbly number neighbor who is determined to become his new “bestie.”

Werewolf saved by reader (part 2) - Baku werewolf gets saved by reader from a cruel sorcerer who kept him imprisoned as an attack dog to guard his tower.

Memelord reader hc - a memelord reader and Bakugou who pretends not to understand and catches her off guard and makes her do a snort laugh

Take you out - you ask bakugou out on a picnic date to the park, but he thinks you’re challenging him to a fight.

The language of flowers - you decide to make the most of your nature quirk by giving your crush, bakugou, endless bouquets of flowers.

The appreciation post - you tag bakugou in an appreciation post while he’s out in public and he gets embarrassed in the best way possible.

Angle with a shot gun (part 2) (part 3) - While Bakugou is on medical leave due to a recent villain attack, Kirishima asks him for a favour and it leads to more than Bakugou asked for.

Soulmate au - a story of two lovers bound together by the universe but brought together by chance on one frigid, fateful day.

Crush on oblivious florist - bakugo crushing over a florist who is a little too oblivious?

Dating Denki’s sister - the reader is spending a bit too much time with kaminari, and bakugou gets all jealous and angry and then he finds out they're siblings.

Dating Present Mic’s niece - bakugo with a s/o who is president mic's niece and has a similar voice/sound related quirk

Useless - reader who feels like a burden towards everyone and they can’t really speak up about it so the become more withdrawn

Photoshoot - a pro hero but he's stuck having to do a photoshoot so he brings his s/o who ends up helping like a staff

Lolita - headcannons for Bakugou with a s/o who loves Lolita fashion

Aftermath - soulmate au, when you cry, so does your soulmate

S/O scared of bug - she has no problem facing down villains something like a cockroach and she goes ballistic?

Dating Aizawa’s niece - them meeting him as reader’s uncle for the first time

Player vs Player - She became his gaming go-to. Even outside of the one they’d met on. Shitty no-brainer games that were merely conversation starters and the rest became commentary of a different kind

‘Falling for him was the easiest’ (part 2) - in which bakugo overhears the girls talking about your guys’ relationship and he hears reader say that “falling for him was the easiest thing” she has done

Crimson Petals - Hanahaki au, there were three things you were absolutely certain of: 1. You were head over heels in love with Bakugou Katsuki, 2. He would rather jump off a skyscraper than love you back 3. You were dying because of your unrequited feelings

The sky and the sea - fantasy au where the dragon king and a mermaid fall in love.

Just for you - valentines days

Todoroki Shouto :

His jacket - you acquire his jacket and everyone makes a big deal out of it.

Can you keep a secret? - you and shouto are secretly dating and during a study session in todoroki’s room, kaminari finds your lacy thong under shouto’s desk and try to figure out whose it is.

Jealousy for dummies - jealous of all the time shouto has been spending with yaoyorozu, you hatch up a plan with bakugou to give him a taste of his own medicine.

She did what? - he met his soulmate as she fell out of a trash shoot while covering her baby ferret friend when he came across a burning building

Into your arms - you’re prone to tripping and Todoroki is prone to being there to catch you. Or, in which you’re a bit of a klutz and, for a reason he can’t explain, Todoroki wants to make sure you never get hurt

Dating Aizawa’s niece - them meeting him as reader’s uncle for the first time

Rude - you don’t approve of the arranged marriage, and try to be as rude as possible

Seven days - Todoroki’s been ignoring you but you can’t for the life of you figure out why. Was it something you did? Or is it more complicated than that?

Believe in me - all you want is for your blockhead boyfriend to believe in you the same way he believes in Yaoyorozu Momo.

Jealous S/O headcannons - S/O who's jealous of Momo who is actually kinda interested in pursuing him regardless of his S/O

Another world - He goes into an alternate universe

‘’Emotions’’ - where soulmates can feel each other’s emotions

Midoriya Izuku :

Someone entirely new - Y/N is tired of constantly holding themselves back for the sake of someone who barely gives anything in return. When their boyfriend takes things too far, they decide they’ve had enough.

Kirishima Eijirou :

Soulmate au - fluff

Hanata Sero :

Noise complaint - You were having the worst birthday of your life, and your noisy new neighbor was making it even harder. Though, when you go knocking on his door to tell him to shut the hell up, you really didn’t expect him to be so nice about it.

Shinso Hitoshi :

You suck at gaming - You’re a YouTuber known for your chaotic yet wholesome content and Shinsou is a gamer who keeps getting accused of being an eboy. One day you upload a video trying your hand at gaming and Shinsou tweets out about how much you suck.

Mirio Togata :

S/O scared of bug - she has no problem facing down villains something like a cockroach and she goes ballistic?

Secret admirer - secret admirer who happens to be their crush who likes to bake

Amajiki Tamaki :

S/O scared of bug - she has no problem facing down villains something like a cockroach and she goes ballistic?

Secret admirer - secret admirer who happens to be their crush who likes to bake

Little bitch - reader chasing after their cat named little bitch but Tamaki thinks she’s shouting at him

Aizawa Shouta :

I never said we were friends - smau

Shigaraki Tomura :

Jealous S/O headcannons - S/O who's jealous of Momo who is actually kinda interested in pursuing him regardless of his S/O

Chisaki Kai :

Comedian S/O headcannons - Overhaul x comedian!quirkless!reader

Melancholic Bliss - you taking care of Overhaul he loses his arms

Hawks :

Flirting with his favourite citizen - headcannons

Text au's:

Shirokigo’s text series - Aizawa's daughter, 1a and her crush

Number neighbour - already on the list, under Bakugou

Someone entirely new - already on the list, under Midoriya

You suck at gaming - already on the list, under Shinsho

Headcannons :

Wrong person - When you accidentally tell them you’re pregnant.

What if au’s :

Fuyumi is a pro hero - where Todoroki Fuyumi goes behind her father’s back and becomes a qualified pro hero

Au’s that are my guilty pleasure :

Soulmate au - I LOVE LOVE LOVE THESE SO MUCH

Texting - I love these so much, whether it’s a groupchat or ‘anon’ texting their crush, LOVE them

Secret relationship - I like the oneshots where they get found out lol

Series to keep up to date with :

Interning with Ground Zero (latest part read here)

Obey me :

Tiktok/vine fuck up - when automated responses have put you into hot water a couple of times

A dark little secret - MC dies and ends up in the celestial realm, however she eventually manages to fall to end up with the brothers

Duck - their reactions when you turn into a duck

Accident - their reactions when MC accidentally sends a semi nude

Gospel - when MC gets upset with Lucifer they get as close as possible to him at all times and sing gospel music to show their displeasure.

Random texts

Assassin mc

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mrskurono · 3 years ago

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college!Kirishima x fem!Reader x college!Shinso

a/n: repost from my wattpad + modified to be an x reader

word count: 4.4k

tags: fem!Reader, college au, freshman!Shinso, freshman!Kirishima, implied age gap, professor/student relations, brief dubcon to full consent, threesome, oral (fem giving), unprotected sex, double creampie, my KiriShin agenda, praise kink

character(s): Shinso Hitoshi (bnha), Kirishima Eijirou (bnha)

synopsis: Plot wise it loosely follows this previous story - Kirishima and notices his teacher isn't feeling themselves lately. Kiri to the rescue! He asks Shinso what might be bothering their favorite teacher. And the observant hero in training has a sneaking suspicion what might be causing such a lull in your normally chipper attitude.

Kirishima tapped his index finger on his lip after Shinso's little storytime came to an end. No hiding the blush on his cheeks Kirishima didn't acknowledge it since Shinso seemed unphased, "...so...Ms. L/N and Mr. Aizawa aren't...?"

Shinso's dreary eyes didn't change even with the scandalous discussion with his fellow hero, "For a while. And Mr. Aizawa stayed out a couple of nights last week and this week."

The red headed man's cheeks puffed up at the indignation anyone would upset his favorite instructor. Even if it was one of his own professors. Kirishima drudged through any thought he could manage to make the you happy in the spur of the moment, "I mean...cupcakes? A card? A puppy? I don't know Shinso! Ms. L/N needs cheering up! What do we do?!"

Nothing short of the sliest smile crossed the cerulean haired man's lips, "I mean...there's certainly something we could do to cheer up Ms. L/N." Kirishima blinked a little confused. But knew Shinso loved the UA professor just as much as he did so there was no way he didn't want to hear him out. That devious smirk didn't disappear and Shinso palmed the back of his neck, "If you're willing, we could make her very happy."

That was the last of those damned intake papers. You sighed leaning back in your office chair. No way a normal college physical education teacher would have to keep so much information on students. Then again any other college wouldn't be trying to train the generations next top heroes in an ivy league setting.

One more deep sigh and you pushed yourself away from your desk and the rest of the teacher responsibilities you had could wait until after the weekend to return to. A bunched up feeling between your legs and you darted a quick look around to make sure you were totally alone. All to embarrassingly tugging at the cheeky pair of panties from riding up the last half of the day. Midnight had convinced you this would solve all your self esteem problems.

"Pride in ones sexuality lifts the heart of nearly all burdens!" The dark haired vixen explained to you in detail. For some reason you bought it. Why you didn't really know. But the garments uncomfortability really took your mind a little off the fight you'd had with Shota just to replace it with a literal all day wedgie. Only the privacy of the end of the day really relieving this never ending stress.

"Ms. L/N!"

"Huh?! Wha-?!" you whipped around like you'd been caught red handed freeing the dumb panties moments before alone in your office, "Kirishima?! Shinso?!" You blinked not expecting to see your tentative students this late after school. A second forethought worrying if they'd seen you humiliating fight with the wedgie, "Boys, what are you doing here? Schools been over for almost an hour."

Oddly you saw Kirishima twiddling his thumbs and you cocked your head to the side. Shinso complacently standing beside the fumbling redhead, "Well. We- It's just- You seemed so sad today Ms. L/N." Kirishima looked up earnestly from his fidgeting hands, "We were worried! And wanted to see if you were ok."

Of course your expression softened. These guys. Shota could take a pointer or two from them. You smiled with a solemn nod, "Thank you, really both of you. Things are fine. You shouldn't be worrying about teachers. That's our jobs."

Shinso palmed the back of his neck as Kirishima sheepishly looked down and muttered, "...I know...you're just our favorite, and don't want you to be upset."

Your heart broke a little and you could only wave their concern away, "No no no it's alright it's alright." You half turned around to your desk with a gesture, "I'm just finishing up work. It's the weekend go home, get some rest and relax."

As you monologued with your attention away Shinso discretely elbowed Kirishima in the side. A very faint jut of his chin in your direction. Red dusted the man's face but he nodded knowing what he needed to do, "Ms. L/N."

"Hmm?" you turned back to them.

"...can I get a hug?" Kirishima muttered chagrined.

"Well of course," All this over a silly hug. You whole heartedly opened yours arms for a good bear hug.

Right away Kirishima stepped forward and latched his arms around you. One odd side stepped but you didn't think anything of it as Kirishima forced you to turn away from Shinso with his face buried in the your chest almost childishly.

Far from expecting it, you felt a second set of arms come around your waist from behind. Before you could register it, Shinso's face was pressed into the back of your neck. His soft breath tickling the stray hairs along your nape. Immediately a shiver shot through your body weakly forcing you to pull away. But both boys kept you snug in place with their embrace.

You squeaked out when Kirishima's face moved from a platonic hug to brushing his lips on the other side of your neck opposite of Shinsou, "Y-You two wait what-"

"You're so tense Ms. L/N," Shinso's low satin voice danced along your ear just as his lips brushed the conjunction of your ear lobe and neck.

"Wait now don't-"

"Ms. L/Nyou smell so good," Kirishima's lips danced opposite of Shins's as he leaned into you taking in your sweet scent.

"And you're so soft," Shinso's hands dropped down to your abdomen. Gripping your hips to leverage you back into his chest. A fluttering touch down to your ass and the fresh faced hero felt the distinctive line of lace bundled up under your hero uniform, "And...you wore such delightful underwear Ms. L/N."

Kirishima pushed himself up against your chest like an exuberant puppy, his hands no better as they traveled behind to pull you against him. Both men in a game of tug of war with your body smashed between, "Let me touch more Ms. L/N, we want to make you feel good."

Moaning weakly it was far worse off to even comprehend the situation befalling you. Magnified by the fact they both had planned this on top of it. Each set of hands traveling over your body like they'd die if they lost contact on you. Shinso's teeth brushing your collarbone as the taller of the two students leaned in behind you. Kirishima dotting almost frantic little kisses up the other side of your neck. Both of them immobilizing you between their bodies no matter which way you wiggled. They were working together. And firmly working against you.

"Y-You two, no s-stop-" You melted under the over abundance of attention suddenly. The weakness in your legs only growing as their hands groped, squeezed and mapped out every inch of your body, "Th-This- Mm no- Fuck- S-Stop-"

"But Ms. L/N, we just want to make you feel good," Kirishima blinked up at you. His kisses had trailed down to the top he'd began tugging on. Not a hint of malice in his red eyes as he looked on at you.

"You deserve to feel amazing," Shinso mumbled into your shoulder as his hands circled around to link under your belly button and pull you back into him. A well placed tight hug leaving you to lean back into his attention.

"Don't think about anything," Kirishima murmured as he brought his face level with yours. This point there was no hiding his blush. One sharp toothed tug on his bottom lip and Kirishima tossed aside thinking about consequences anymore.

Smashing his lips to yours, Kirishima's hands came up immediately to cup your face. Shinso doing his best to hug you tight from behind and bury his face into your neck and shoulder. Kirishima worried his action was wrong. All until you caved. The tiniest moan escaped your lips into the kiss. No more invitation needed Kirishima parted his lips against yours for the messiest sloppiest kiss as he clung to every second of it. How desperately he'd wanted this but could never identify it. For that he had to thank Shinso for helping him realize what he wanted.

Pulling away slowly, warm lips fading against one another Kirishima opened his eyes to see you staring blankly at him. The blush on his cheeks shared with you now as you swallowed the lump in your throat. You'd never been kissed like that.

A lull in any noise in the office room.

"I love you Ms. L/N!" Kirishima blurted.

You hardly fathomed a word he said, "E-Eijirou wait-"

Shinso's hand came up under your chin. Doing a careful motion to tip your head back to him as Kirishima pressed himself into you once more. Your eyes falling to the stoic face of Aizawa's prodigy locked with your own. Kirishima's blush getting the best of all of them now as Shinso couldn't even fight off the pink dusting to his cheeks.

Before your words could come up Shinso replaced Kirishima's lips with his own. Less brash as the red heads. But just as greedy and lingering as long as humanly possible. Shinso had let go of your chin and let you fall into the kiss as earnestly as you wanted. Which was quite a bit as you turned around to press into the blue haired student's kiss. Kirishima not missing a beat wrapping around your waist from behind and slipping his hands under your blouse as Shinso distracted your worrisome mouth.

When the kiss finally did fall to silence you couldn't believe the ache in you entire body. Skin on fire and the flutter in your stomach was intoxicatingly. It had been literal years since feeling like this. And here you were nearly melting at the hands of two students.

"Kirishima and I...." Shinso finally being taken over with a tad bit of fluster as he could taste the lingering taste of your lips on his own, "-Love you. Please, let us- me- making you feel amazing."

"You deserve it Ms. L/N!" Kirishima brought his face up from the crook of your neck. Pressing his lips into your cheek as his hands came up to cup under your breasts. A minor whimper from your lips trying to fight it off as Kirishima's dexterous fingers traced under your sports bra.

Shinso no better as he pressed his lips to the opposite of your face. A string of sweet nothings mimicking Kirishima's praise as his hands traveled down. Groping behind you with fistfuls of your thighs and ass trying to pull you closer like it was even possible, "You do everything for us, please, please let us make you happy again."

A tremble in your bottom lip. You had no idea how badly you needed to hear this. Not from this circumstance. But your body working against you fast as Kirishima's hands wiggled their way up under the tight fabric of your bra. Kneading and mapping every inch of your breasts. Unable to recount the last time your body was this on fire. No touch had made you so starved for more. Here they were though. Praising and pleading with you for the ground you walked on. Finally you conceded.

"My boys," your hands found their way to Shinso's cheek and one on Kirishima's. They stopped their frantic grabbing to turn their attention to you between them. A calmness washed over both men as they'd been running on pure adrenaline at this pointing getting them this far. Their held breath melted from them as that serene warm smile crossed your lips. Parting a kiss on both their cheeks as you took in a deep breath, "Lets at least go some place better suited, since you've both made up your mind."

The U.A. college campus had selective rooms built to help muscle training. Benefits of these rooms that they were secluded, lockable rooms normally furnished with a hefty station for muscle stretches and manipulation. This wasn't any of those reasons.

You sat between Shinso's legs, back pressed into the blue haired students bare chest as his arms looped around you, paying special attention to your squishy supple chest. Ready to be ashamed for the stretch marks and unyouthful parts you focused on daily. Both of them were ecstatically beside themselves to see you naked. No fault in your appearance at all Kirishima's and Shinso's hands didn't stop grabbing, massaging and tracing every scar, pudge and inch of your skin. You almost unaccustomed to such attentiveness. Even more enthralled as you'd mention here and there where to bite or kiss. And one or both of them would jump on the advice. Unafraid to take all the lead you had. You nearly forgetting to feel ashamed for the body worshipping they were giving you.

"Ok ok ok, that's enough you two," you finally broke them away from the absurd amount of kissing and licking they'd spent on your chest. Apparent both men were a fan of breasts with the occasional ass squeeze. Shinso harboring fascination with kissing and biting your stomach. While Kirishima's maw was almost constantly on one of your nipples. Exchanging only when Shinso and Kirishima had an unspoken connection to swap where they were on your body.

They looked up at you almost worried you were putting a halt on this. Instead you smiled chagrined down at them, "Sit up, good boys deserve to feel good too."

Shinso and Kirishima exchanged a look. But thus far listened to everything you said and immensely enjoyed the outcome. So they shuffled positions a little until Shinso and Kirishima were sat next to each other on the sturdy cushioned table. You knelt down between the two with nothing more than boxers and the obvious tents in their underwear. Slightly impressed two needy men really hadn't complained about themselves not being taken care of this long. It was only right you returned the favor to make them feel just as wonderful.

Kirishima of course not following with you on the ground between them, "Ms. L/N what are you-"

"Shh," you hushed with a devilish smile. They swallowed the lump in their throats as you leaned between them. A hand on each of their thighs traveling up to the clear hard on between both men's legs.

Almost immediately Kirishima vocalized his pleasure when your hand brushed along his clothed cock. Shinso a little more dignified with a bite to his lip and watching attentively at you down between them. Duality in your touch, you rubbed up and down their clothed hard cocks until earning a moan from even the quiet one. It made your heart flutter. Their enjoyment so clear and obvious and shared with you. Over your body on top of it all. It was otherworldly.

"I can't take your clothes off at the same time," you smirked as your feathery touched left them. Kirishima and Shinso clearly deflating to have your hands leave, "Take them off for me loves."

Shinso and Kirishima nodded quickly. Fumbling with their waist bands to yank their boxers down freeing their members. You were taken back a moment seeing the aching swollen cocks standing up right just for you. How turned on they were for you alone was beyond flattering. So you figured you indefinitely owed returning the pleasure.

When they went to sit back down you insisted they stay standing. Kirishima spared Shinso a look unsure what you wanted. But up to this point the smooth talking mind quirk hero was going on pure luck. They were at the mercy of the more experienced woman now.

You smiled up at them. Kirishima and Shinso seven shades of red darker seeing your face up against their cocks. A gentle touch down both their thighs you wanted them to adjust and take a deep breath. Small kisses down and over their stomachs and thighs just to help calm them down. Once you felt them relax you leaned in and took Kirishima's cock without hesitation between your lips. Not expecting to even experience the jolt of tingling pleasure shoot through his body the red headed hero jerked his hand over his mouth stifling the throaty groan.

Still able to hear him you smiled around his cock. Slurping up his length as Kirishima fought his moans. He whimpered when the warmth of your lips left his cock. But something else filled him as he watched you lean over and repeat the same tease with Shinso.

He twitched and couldn't cover his face quick enough to no moan. Embarrassingly louder than his friend at this point. Kirishima watched enthralled as your lips wrapped around all the way down to the base like you'd done to him. Renewed ache in his stomach seeing it happen to the one beside him. Kirishima's gaze drifted up to Shinso. Who was fixated on you working your lips over his hard on. Thus far had been a leap of faith in what they were doing. So Kirishima took one more.

Hand coming up he turned Shinso to him and smashed his lips onto his fellow hero's mouth. At first it wasn't like kissing you at all. When Shinso's hand came up and found Kirishima's cheek it changed into something just as good though. Both men's lips mashed together giving you the best opportunity to make them feel good without embarrassing them with any lewd noises.

Taking full advantage you swapped between close attention to both cocks. Sucking and nursing just until the taste of precum touched your lips. Then switched to the other and repeated. All while your hand lazily stroked the other's you'd just devoured. Swapping over until you lost the distinctive taste of Shinso's precum from Kirishima's. Both men graveling for one another's touch now as the practice kisses turned into heated making out. You finally couldn't stand the drenched panties hardly keeping your juices from dripping down your inner thighs.

Shinso and Kirishima pulled away from each other in a daze. Blue and red eyes smiling at each other until they turned down to the glistening wet lips of their professor. Helping you back up it wasn't a moments notice before Shinso demanded the first kiss. Devouring the taste of his cock and Kirishima's on your lips. Full tongue tasting every inch until he couldn't breath and was forced to pull away from you for air. Kirishima hardly giving you a chance to breath before yanking your attention to himself. Second hand tasting the mixture on your lips. Savoring the mess kiss Shinso had left you with and he desperately wanted to taste more of it.

"We want to make you feel even better-" Shinso muttered hardly above a husky whisper.

"Please-" Kirishima mumbled against the fleeting sensation of their kiss.

Still in a fog this was really all happening. You couldn't waiver the conviction in their eyes. And at this point no one was leaving without release. Warm and kind, you ushered both men to follow your lead with a kiss to the cheek. Then instructed Kirishima to lay down first on the bench. He was flustered but did so even when you climbed up on top of him. Your hips only inches away from his own crotch. Shino patiently waited his own instructions. And did not question when you told him to get up behind you.

A momentary pause to look at the hero in training under you. You had lined your hips up with Kirishima's but stopped. Feeling the worry setting in it was whisked away with Kirishima's big goofy grin, "Don't worry Ms. L/N, we love you."

Too much not to make your bottom lip quiver. You broke a smile on your lips and cupped the red headed hero's cheeks, "You two, are my heroes."

You'd expected the rush of pleasure but sinking back down to the hilt on Kirishima's cock sent an unexpected wave of tensing pleasure through your body. Had Shinso not wrapped his arms around your torso, you thought for a second you'd fall off the bench.

"S-So warm-" Kirishima whimpered, his hips bucked up a little as your cunt swallowed up his aching cock, "M-Ms. L/N- It's so good-"

You smiled seeing him tense and fight cumming right away. But he was at a loss where to put his hands. Taking his palms you placed them on either side of your hips and smiled sweetly down him, "Hold on, I'll move. Just enjoy yourself love."

Kirishima hardly able to reply only managed a head nod. Shinso's lips had found your neck once more. Kissing and sucking far more rough than when they'd ambushed you. Not ashamed to admit it only made your insides twist and tighten more. Slow grinding motions of your hips, you began moving yourself on Kirishima's cock. Shinso pressed tight up against your back the man didn't need to be told to move with you. He did just so he could grind his cock into your ass as you fucked yourself on Kirishima.

"F-Fuck-" you groaned not fathoming how good this felt even this slowly. Kirishima had dug his nails into your hips at this point. Drunk on pleasure he was trying his damndest not to blow it so quickly. Shinso's hands found your breasts as his mouth never left your neck. Hickies to hide and explain later.

"M-Ms. L/NI- I think-" Kirishima grunted. Beads of sweat causing his manicured hair to fall flat around his face.

"Go ahead-" One hand on his chest to prop yourself up and the other finding his cheek, you bounced a little more vigorously on his cock now as your own orgasm was building. For that you wanted to save it. Since Kirishima wasn't going to last a handful more of thrusts, "Feel good my little hero~ Feel good for me~"

Hardly the encouragement he needed Kirishima bucked his hips up one last time to match when yours came down. The twitch and spasm in his body was electrifying. A slough of mumbling groans escaping past his pointed teeth as his cock emptied every last drop of creamy cum inside your cunt.

Robbing him of a good breath Kirishima's hands fell from your hips. Panting his red eyes were haze but trying to focus up on you. The warm feeling he left you with was enchanting. As you leaned forward and slowly let Kirishima savor the feeling of his cock slide out of your seeded cunt. And his cum dribble out of your pussy onto his stomach. You laid a ginger kiss on his lips. The man doing his best to kiss you back sweetly.

"Thank you Kirishima," you whispered against one of your favorite student's lips. Kirishima out of words only had the strength to throw his arms around your shoulders and hug you tightly. Just as you wanted.

Now you angled your hips back and pressed yourself up against Shinso. As Kirishima buried his face in the side of your neck, you looked back up at him, "I didn't forget about my sweet silent one."

Shinso gulped. Suddenly it was his turn and his face flushed red, "I- Are you-"

"I love you too Shinso," you reached back to grabbed his hand with a squeeze, "This was your idea in the first place."

He eyes grew wide. You knew. For all the good it was worth his lingering stares and excuses to stay late were laid out in the open for the hero to no longer hide behind. Shinso took a deep breath and lined himself up with your entrance.

The thick scent of Kirishima's cum already between the intimate three of you. It was nearly intoxicating and turning him on more. Shinso fumbled a little but you angled herself up a little and one movement and he found himself buried deep inside you without regrets.

"Mmm Shinso~" you reached up gripping fistfuls of Kirishima's hair as your hips shimmied back onto the taller hero's cock.

"M-Ms. L/N-" Shinso grunted, hardly able to keep a moan back as he leaned into you. Pressing as deep into you as physically possible while laying a trail of kisses down your spine.

Thinking Kirishima was out for the count. You was surprised when the student hero tightened his hug and pinned your body down to his chest so you couldn't move too much, "Fuck her Shinso- Make Ms. L/Nfeel the absolute best like she is."

Heart fluttering in his chest. The quiet hero realized his friend was giving him the ultimate chance to make you feel good. Shinso paced himself. Familiarizing himself with the best hip movement. And a few breaks so he didn't burst as quickly as Kirishima did. It wasn't long before he found a sweet spot that caused you to twitch and arch your back to meet his cock every time.

"S-Shinso~ Oh fuck- I- God right there-" you couldn't believe the orgasm he was building inside you. Like his body was made for yours. It was something you hardly understood but the building pressure coming like a rushing damn through your body.

Panting at this point Shinso hardly felt anything aside from the rhythmic meeting of your hips. Kirishima's hold had loosen up. Just making it worse when you reached down to play with yourself as Shinso fucked you. Just that little addition made you tighten around his cock forcing the man to focus not to blow it so quickly.

"I- I won't- M-Ms. L/N-" Shinso grunted, his hands gripping your hips as he felt your cunt tense around him.

Kirishima feeling the tensing body on top of him. He began kissing all over you. Every where his mouth could reach, would get a kiss and a playful bite. Sometimes sinking his teeth in further to hear you moan out. Far too much both heroes, the attention sent you over the edge hardly able to vocalize it with real words.

"F-Fuck~! Oh fuck I- I'm cumming~!" Your finger flicked over your clit one last time before your legs quivered and insides twisted into a mind blowing orgasm. White noise rushing your ears hardly leaving you able to hear but the sweet groans of Shinso's moans as his hips twitched erratically. His seed emptied into you and mixing with your juices and what Kirishima had already given you. The mixture seeping out around his cock Shinso remained unable to move behind you. Only bending over panting with his face in the crook of your shoulder.

Everyone relaxing in one deep breath with Kirishima underneath with his arms around the both of you best he could manage.

Finally unsticking yourselves from one another. You found yourself sat up half way between them. Kirishima and Shinso with their face buried into your neck on either side. Their arms twisted around you giving her no chance to leave quickly. So you caved and relaxed back between the two sweethearts.

Without warning Kirishima and Shinso snuck a kiss on your cheeks, "We told you we'd make you feel amazing Ms. L/N."

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