#h.shindou

[hisoknen]

kinktober day 7: breathplay warnings: dubcon/noncon, degradation, choking wc: 773

thanks @iwvs-on-ao3​ for looking this over for me!

You could feel the darkness slowly creep into your vision, your throat bobbing beneath Shindou’s tight grip on your neck while you struggle to breathe in. His finger rubbing circles against your puffy clit, sending soft vibrations that gradually increased in their intensity. Alternating the frequency each time you were about to cum, before stopping them completely and repeating his torture. 

You weren’t allowed to cum until he told you to and your throat was beginning to feel raw from all of your unheard pleas. You’d been begging him for what seemed to be hours your body aching for release. Black specks begin to flicker into your vision, body wobbling as you whimper breathlessly, arms collapsing out from under you.

That would be no fun, he thought to himself, sweat sliding into his vision. He pushed his slick hair back landing wet palms against your flesh as another thrum of vibrations flowed through your spent body.

“You love it, don’t you?” Shindou humps into your cunt. You were being such a good girl for him today and letting him fill you up again and again. His rhythm faltered, noticing only the sounds of hips slapping, lewd squelching, and heavy breaths coming off of the walls.

Deadweight filled his palms, your neck flailing with each thrust. Silence fills the air and his thrusts slowed, never stopping completely. Turning your head to the side, he can see your eyes rolled back, lids fluttering shut. The shallow sound of breaths falling from your parted lips. 

He chuckles softly, dropping your body as his fingers dig into your hips—angling slow, brutal intentional thrusts into your still body. You looked so beautiful like that. Choked unconscious, pussy still sucking in his cock while you had that stupid fucked out look on your face. He rolled his hips into you, sending a slow hum of vibration to his cock. 

The sound of a gasp followed by a slew of incoherent words have him picking up his brutal pace. Your cunt convulses around him painfully tight. Shindou’s movements falter and a muffled groan erupts deep in his throat. 

He bites into his lip grimacing at the way your gooey insides are pulsing and jerking off his cock, just begging for his cum. His harsh hold on your body leaving fingertip shaped bruises on the meat of your hips. 

Before you know what’s happened, specks of light reappear in your vision as you blink heavily. You moan, incoherent babbles flooding past your lips while your body jerks. Your eyes are glazed over, drool pooling around your mouth on the couch. 

That faraway look only fueling his unforgiving strokes. You were such a stupid whore begging him to let you cum as though you weren’t just clenching down on him seconds ago. 

“You still want me to fuck you that bad, huh?” His hands find their way back to your neck, holding the sides tightly as he sends a wave of vibrations coursing through his cock.

“What a little slut,” you choke out a moan, electricity pumping through your battered body. With your last bit of strength, you try desperately to thrust your hips back onto him, your cheek pressed into the mesh fabric of the couch.

“Gr-and, please, I-I want,” your voice comes out in snatches, the force of his quirk surging through you and rattling your bones. His hands find their way to the back of your neck, pushing your face further into the stifling couch, muffling your cries. Your pussy was fluttering, the pit of your stomach warm and tingly. 

“You want what?” Shindou groans. He loved hearing the way you struggled against yourself and begged him to fill your tight little hole with his cum. Making you repeat yourself over and over again while you drifted in and out of a haze.

To be fair, he couldn’t hear you over the disgusting sounds of your cunt drooling onto his cock; it was far too noisy. He looks down at your twitching body, a sadistic gleam twinkling in his eyes. 

Your legs shaking violently, threatening to give out underneath you, teeth chattering. Only being spurred on by your desire and need to feel him cum inside of you. 

Mascara stained tears ruining his new couch, you’d have to be punished for that later. You were wearing a lazy smile on your lips, eyes rolled to the back of your head as your tongue lolled out, breathing out in short jerky gasps. 

He wondered how he came across a slutty pussy in the first place. So wet and disgusting, perfect, and just begging to defiled. 

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[hisoknen]

hihi raph! may i have some spare shindo w prompt 11 & cockwarming? i love ur writing & im excited to see the result of these prompts! ლ(´ڡ`ლ)

prompt 11: “Can you feel what you’re doing to me” warnings: noncon/dubcon, alcohol, public sex, cockwarming, exhibitionism, degradation kinda?

a/n: sorry if there are errors brain foggy with dabi thoughts, gn friend this is literally so late i’m sorry T_T

“You okay?” Shindou’s eyes shift to your thighs rubbing against each other. Your eyes are focused on your hands, clasped in your lap fidgeting in your seat. An innocent smile quirks up at the corner of his lips. 

“Come here beautiful,” he coos, his gentle voice sends a wave of unease through you. He pats his lap, waiting for your gaze to shift to him. Smoothing over your skirt you climb onto his lap, resting your arms against the table. You were out for drinks with his old classmates, sitting in a dingy bar with lowlights.

The drinks started catching up with you swirling the room with streaky lights and sweaty bodies moving to the beat of the music. The deep thrum of bass sent pulses to your stomach, each sip from the chilled glass sliding down your throat with ease.

“Such a needy girl.” You turn your head to look back at him, his eyes leering back at you. He’d barely done anything, but with the warmth of booze settling in your gut, coupled with his lingering touches you couldn’t help but think of the things you wanted him to do with you once you left.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” you whisper to yourself, moving to ease off of him. His hands lock around your waist hips painfully tight, holding you in place.

“I think you can hold it.” he whispers against the shell of your ear, shifting under you.

“Shindou~” You moan, trying to catch your breath while his fingers push up your skirt and dance along the hem down to your underwear. The person across from you whose name you’d long since forgotten in a haze, sends you a worried look, glancing behind you.

“She’s fine, just had a little too much to drink,” he reassures his classmate, they nod in understanding as they leave the table to go dance with friends. 

“It’s embarrassing that you can’t handle yourself. Throwing yourself on me in public.” His voice sends shivers up your spine, you shudder reaching out to grab your drink to take a sip. The clink of the ice against the glass mixes sweetly with the warm breath cascading down your neck.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” Shindou whispers against the shell of your ear, circling your warmth and pressing his hips forward. His cock grazes against your covered core.

“Move up a bit yeah?” Glancing around you lift your hips slightly. Your anxiety spikes when you hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down, heart beating as you try to pay attention to the person who’d just sat down at the table. They smile at you asking how the two of you are doing and if you’ll sit holed up in the corner all night. You let out a forced chuckle, only able to focus on the fabric of his jeans skimming down the flesh of your ass, his cock resting underneath your cunt. Shindou’s fingers ease your panties to the side, swiping against you slit.

“Another round!” your eyes dart to the voice, coming from your shoulder, cheeks heating up as you look up at the person setting a round of shots at the table. You search their eyes to see if they notice anything but they gave nothing away.

“Grab me one,” Shindou smiles against your cheek, leaning forward in mock intrigue. You reach over to get one, your ass pushed up just enough for him to slide his cock inside of you. You bite back a soft whimper as you slowly ease down on him. 

“Such a little slut. Your greedy little cunt always so wet and stretched out to take me.”

You grab hold of his wrist, digging your fingers into it as gentle vibrations pick up inside of you. They’re low enough that they go unheard buried deep inside of you, but your arms and body still tremble drawing the attention of the swirling figure in front of you, asking if you’re cold and need a jacket. You shake your head, feeling a sturdy chest pushing against your back. Shindou reaches forward to grab his drink, and you lay your head back against him.

You squirm, letting out heavy pants and trying to calm the tugging in your stomach. The sound of the music is beating against your skull, Shindou’s fingers are pulling at your knees and rubbing at your prickling flesh. The spinning and voices you can’t quite place, all mesh into one overwhelming presence that has tears prickling at your eyes.

Senses overstimulated, you are too out of it to care about the noises tumbling from your lips. The music is drowning everything out except for the shaking between your legs that gradually picks up its pace. His hips roll against you, calloused fingers making their way under your skirt. He presses down hard on your clit, whispering something you can’t quite decipher. A loud cry tears past your lips while you grind back against him, each pulse flowing through your ears, guiding the motion of your hips.

Shindou huffs, rolling his eyes at the onlookers. You were helplessly humping against him long after he stopped the vibrations. Almost like you were begging people to notice, stupid thing.

Nakagame had her eyes turned down, refusing to make eye contact with him, mumbling excuses while she stumbled away from the table. He didn’t want to share you or show you off. You were supposed to be a good little girl, but you were too stupid to even take his cock quietly.