#scratching a bug bite and oops there's blood on your hands and tears in your eyes

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Accidently ripped my own skin while trying to scratch a bug bite what would I ever do to cease this rage inside of me who do i even blame for the way i turned out no one is crueler to me than myself

[yee-fxcking-haw]

Shinso with knife play or medical play?

Now this. This is my shit.

•Under Control•

Summary: Shinsou gets creative with your knife :-)

Pairing: Pro Hero Hitoshi x Villain FemReader (both 18+)

Warnings: Knife play, degradation, blood play, wound play, public sex. (This ain't sanitary my friends, PLEASE knife play responsibly)

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"Easy there, Kitten. Somebody could get hurt with that." Your enemy sneers as he inches towards you.

You hold your bowie knife tight, backing yourself against a wall as he closes in on you. You could respond, you probably will. Knowing damn well he could use his quirk on you. He won't, though, Hitoshi likes to play with his food.

Hitoshi fucking Shinsou, always ruining your plans, always stepping on your toes. He's truly becoming the bug in your windshield, a pesky little irritation that you just want out of your way.

"That's kinda the point, sweetheart." You reply, making your pet name sound just as bitter as his.

The mission went bad, you fucked up, now you're stuck between a hero and a hard place. The dirty brick of the alley way rubs against your back as you press into it.

You hold the blade up to his throat as he steps into your space, he shows no fear, pays it no mind as the blade kisses his pale skin. You have to admit, he's a little handsome like this. His mask is long gone, skin glittering with sweat, pretty little cuts litter his face. Not to mention his furious, violet eyes. If it weren't for him being such a damn rat, he'd probably be a decent fuck.

"Is that a thing for you?" He teases, eyes lit up with something devious. You curse the heat that settles in your belly, disgusted with yourself for wanting to tempt him.

"Oh, Toshi, didn't they teach you that heroes shouldn't talk like that?" You bite back, not missing his implications.

"They did, they also taught me not to act like this." With that, his hand is wrapped around yours, holding the handle of your knife with you.

He twists your wrist quickly, causing you to cry out in pain as your release your weapon. He's too damn quick, before you can combat him he has you spun around with your face against the brick. He holds your arm in a chicken wing hold and your feel the point of the blade press into your side.

"Are you always this good with the ladies?" You taunt, glancing over your shoulder at his amused expression.

"Are you always this easy?" He fires back, he presses the tip in further, not enough to cut your clothes but enough to bite your skin.

"Why don't you find out?" You whisper.

You press your hips back against his, pressing your backside into his crotch. He damn near snarls when you make content with his obviously hard length, and you can't help but laugh.

"Already, Hitoshi?" You're gonna make me blush." You laugh, spreading your legs just a bit so you can press your clothes sex against his.

He takes a moment to breathe, glaring down at where you connect, feeling the heat build in his chest. He shouldn't, he knows he shouldn't, but god does he want to.

"You fucking asked for it." He growls, leaning in so he can bite your neck quickly. His teeth don't feel sensual against your skin, they feel primal.

You open your mouth to retort, but once again, he moves too fast for you to keep track of. He releases you and drops to his knees behind you in one fluent motion.

He grabs the waist of your pants with a rough hand, then he slides through the fabric with your own knife. You gasp and arch as the cold night are nips at your exposed skin, but it all goes straight to your core, inevitably making you more wet than you already are.

"Would you look at that?" He muses, trailing the tip of the blade down the curve of your ass.

"So fucking messy." He spends no time teasing, all he offers is one swipe of his thumb across your slick covered lips before he flips the knife in his hand and shoves the handle into you.

"Shit-" You choke out, filled too suddenly by the girth of the handle.

You look down the alleyway at the street, begging for somebody to walk by, to see their hero on his knees fucking some lowlife with a knife handle. There isn't a soul in sight, just you and Hitoshi alone with your sins.

"Your- fuck- your hand, aren't you c-cutting it?" You question as he picks up speed, cranking your neck so you can drink in the view behind you.

"Yeah, I am. If you cum for me I'll let you lick it up." He tears his eyes away from your dripping pussy so he can glare into your eyes.

You watch him pump his arm up and down as he fucks the weapon in and out of you. The sight is bewildering, the feeling is mind numbing. Its enough to make you cream around the metal, but not enough to make you finish.

"Ask for it, bitch. I know what you need, ask me for it." His free hand plays at the skin above your clit as he angles the handle upwards slightly, the tip of it kisses a sweet spot inside you and you can't help but moan for him.

"P-please, shit, Hitoshi please." How easily you've crumbled for you enemy, utterly undone as he pounds your own knife into your cunt.

"I win." He states lazily before pressing his thumb into your weak spot.

You unravel immediately, with all the adrenaline pulsing through you and the thrill of being caught, you never stood a chance.

You cry out, nails scratching against the brick as you clench around the handle. Your skin feels like it's boiling, your high is rapturous, shocks of pleasure fire up and down your body as you come undone. Hitoshi fucks you through it, whispering slurred praises as he watches you make a mess for him.

He rips the knife from your cunt and throws it to the side, blade painted with blood, handle painted with your creamy mess. He plants one hand in the back of your hair and yanks your head so you spin around to face up.

"Open up." He gives you a wicked smile when you obey immediately, "Stick that tongue out."

Again, you comply without question.

He wipes the cuts on his palm down your tongue, spreading his blood across your chin as he does. You lap it up, thankful for the sharp taste, thankful for the depravity.

"Atta girl." He admires the way your eyes roll back, the way your legs wobble and how you whimper against him.

In an act of defiance, desperate to regain control, you grab the belt loops of his pants and yank. You spin him and press him up against the wall before snaking down his body until you're on your knees before him.

He looks down at you with flushed cheeks and heavy eyelids, his pretty lips part as he gasps when you hand traces over his hard on through his pants.

"My turn." You wink up at him before grabbing your knife.

You show off for him, licking up all of the liquid smeared on the blade and the handle. He shutters and bites his lip when you flick your tongue against the metal.

He groans at the sight, eager hands reaching for his belt, trying to rid himself of anything that could come between your sweet little mouth and his dick.

"Are you always this easy?" You mock him, flipping the knife around before grabbing at the waist of his pants.

He freezes when you lift his shirt up so you can't let the tip of the knife fall against his stomach. You look up at him with a sickly sweet look in your eyes, giving your wrist some slack so the tip can trail down his muscular abdomen.

"I've got a weak spot for pretty girls on their knees." He answers, head falling back against the brick as you dip the knife below his waist band. You flick the tip just slightly, creating a small red line that makes him hiss.

"Oops, I should be careful with this, huh? Don't wanna hurt anybody."

Now it's your turn.