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I wanna like the post, but I don’t wanna ruin the 69 likes… 🥴

Edit: the repost made it 70… imma cry 😭

just thinking abt you begging ur pro hero bf shinsou to use his brainwashing quirk on you and fucking living shit out of you, something abt the cnc and the trust that you have in him considering you can’t even have a safeword or sign while you’re under his quirk. it makes you feel all fuzzy and floaty and it’s like an out of body experience because it’s happening to you and you can feel every thrust and grab of your hips but every motion, every position, every movement is completely dictated by him. he controls everything, if he wasnt such a good person, a Hero! he could make you do the vilest things….

:(( hnghh toshi tellin you to cum when you’re not even close n you can’t even tell him it hurts or it’s too much bc you’re floating on a different level !!!! he literally makes you his flesh light and he fucks you however he wants !!

Hello I now shall be giving you a verbal  reenactment of me reading this story....enjoy.

“Oh damn sis tied up and shit....KiNky.”

“Not him...not him kissing y/n goodies.”

“Ohhhh I- bicth same I read his smut to sis. Drop the link 😋”

“Hell Yeha sis wet....who wouldn’t be?”

“Shin shin....yo whole plan about to backfire.”

“Who not a Hero Whore? Bicth we both know you lying.”

“WHORES ALL YALL JUST WHORES!”

“...oh my....oh oh oh my.”

“Dis shit I- crazyyyyy”

“Told you you were a hero whore.....”

“I-....he.....I....sooooo.....and I’d do it aging.”

In for your sake I shall cut this reenactment short thank you and have a lovely day Lady’s,gentlemen and They’s.

imagine your boyfriend shinsou finding out you've been reading fan fiction about a certain explosive pro hero. imagine how mad he would be. imagine how desperately he'd want you to learn your lesson. imagine him inviting over the same pro hero you were caught reading about....

warning(s): dubcon, degradation, dacryphilia, bondage, voyeurism, pussy slapping, face slapping, spit

Your boyfriend had seemed annoyed when he first came home, down right angry, and if you were unsure of his intentions when he had demanded you wait in the bedroom for him, the ropes tied around your wrist and ankles are a good indicator of what’s to come.

Cold air rushes through the room as he opens the door, kissing your dripping cunt and causing a shiver to run down your spine. The blindfold around your eyes robs you of the sight of your ravenous boyfriend, but you can hear just how excited he is when he says your name—a growl, low and deep and oh so predatory. But another voice, a familiar voice, stops his name from tumbling out of your lips.

“Is your idea of a fuckin’ joke?” Bakugou growls. “Because I ain’t laughing, Eye Bags.”

A hand comes down to slap at your pussy, and the fact that you aren’t sure whose it is only adds to the thrill of it all. Your cry is strangled, cut off swiftly by the same hand cupping your face and forcing you to face the blonde.

Shinsou’s voice is dangerously monotone as he replies, “Does this look like a joke? She’s tied up and waiting to be used.” His fingers trail down your puffy folds, spreading them wide and showing off just how wet you already are.

You reflexively try to clamp your thighs shut, but the restraints prevent you from doing so, and you’re left with your throbbing cunt put on display. A whine crawls its way out of your throat, a pathetic sound really, a sound that has Shinsou striking his hand down on your mound again and demanding you to “shut the fuck up with your crying and take it like the slut you are.”

“After all,” your boyfriend continues on, his lips right next your ear and brushing against the sensitive skin, “you were the one reading about pro hero Dynamite bending you over and fucking you senseless. Where was he fucking you again? Was it on a building? I can’t quite remember. I’m sure you do. I’m sure you’ve cum to it countless times. Tell me, kitten, where was it? Where was Dynamite fucking you in the story?”

Tears of shame prick at the corners of your eyes and you shake your head, thrashing against the ropes and causing them to bite at your skin more. Bright lights burn into your pupils as the blindfold is ripped off of your face, and you’re met with the sight of Bakugou’s stunned face looking right at you, his erection obvious in his tight hero costume.

The blonde smirks when he sees just how embarrassed you are. “So that’s what this is all about, hah?” he darkly chuckles. “The little whore was getting off on me? I’m flattered. Who knew you were such a big fan?”

“I can explain,” you babble. “I—”

Another chuckle passes out of his lips, and he looks every bit of a predator as he begins to strip his clothes off. “No need to, princess. You’ve been getting off on some bullshit words about me and your boyfriend here has been nice enough to bring you the real deal. What else is there to explain?”

“Don’t be gentle,” Shinsou warns, retreating to the chair in the corner of your bedroom. “I want the slut to get this out of her system so I don’t have to catch her reading that shit again.”

“Wasn’t fuckin’ planning on it.”

And then, his large hands are grasping at your thighs, squeezing the plush flesh and kneading at it until you’re mewling, absolutely writhing underneath his touch. His digits dance across your folds, never entering but never straying too far from their target, and he laughs again when he sees the trail of slick dripping down your legs.

“Jesus fucking Christ, princess, you really are wet for me. You got a thing for heroes, is that what is it? You’re a hero whore?”

The tears are freely flowing down your face now, and you don’t even bother trying to hide how embarrassed you are. How could you? You’re tied up and spread-eagle for the man you’ve been fantasizing about ever since you stumbled across that cursed story. “’m not a hero whore,” you weakly defend, and that only makes him laugh even more.

Vermillion orbs flick down to your clit, reveling in the sight of your drooling cunt, and he slaps his thick cock down on it, letting it rest right on the swollen bundle of nerves. “Not a hero whore, hah? Then why are you so fuckin’ wet when you’ve got one ready to fuck you while another one watches?”

Any protests you had quickly morphs into a moan as Bakugou sinks his cock into you. He’s girthier than Shinsou, the veins decorating his shaft far more prominent and adding even more pleasure as they graze against your walls. It doesn’t even occur to you that your boyfriend is watching the entire ordeal until you meet his burning gaze, and the smirk on his face has your mouth flopping open, your tongue lolling out and swiping across Bakugou’s shoulder.

“I wonder if you’ve ever made such a lewd face for me, kitten,” Shinsou muses, his tone treacherous and dripping with envy. “Does his cock feel better than mine?”

“Course it fuckin’ does,” Bakugou growls, and he snaps his hips just to emphasize his point. “Listen to her moan like a bitch in heat for me. Gonna make her cry for me and you get to sit there and watch. Take a few notes, yeah? You’re gonna need them.”

There’s no trace of mercy to be found in how roughly Bakugou thrusts into you. With his hefty balls slapping against your slick thighs, his fingers buried in your hair and pulling for dear life, his other hand spanking at your bottom in hopes that he leaves a handprint for your boyfriend to look at the next time he fucks you, you’re a moaning mess underneath him. Your cunt has never been so full before, and it’s almost painful to feel the head of his cock prodding at your cervix.

But it’s still not enough.

“Bakugou,” you cry out. “M-more! I need more!”

His hands grab your hips, pulling them up and allowing him to pound into you at an angle that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Course you fuckin’ do, you whore. Want more of my cock. Can’t get enough of it, hah? Want me to fuck you until you can’t walk?”

“Fuck her stupid,” Shinsou eggs on, and you can hear the unmistakable noise of his hand slapping against his thigh as he pumps his own cock. “I want her ruined when you’re done with her.”

It’s almost too much to handle. You’re almost sure that the ropes have split your skin open by this point, and a part of you is afraid Bakugou’s cock might split your body in half. He’s rutting into you so roughly, so primarily, that you have no other choice than to just cry out his name over and over as if it were your own personal mantra. This, of course, only motivates him to go harder, deeper, cock head drilling into your cervix and causing your legs to shake violently.

You aren’t sure if it’s tears or drool streaming down your face. Whatever it is, Bakugou spreads it around, forcing two of his fingers down your throat and watching you gag around the digits. “Good thing I didn’t fuck your face,” he grunts. “Shocker that a whore can barely take two fingers. C’mon, I wanna hear you say it. Say you’re a fuckin’ whore.”

Dignity be damned. Dignity was tossed out of the window the second the blindfold was taken off and your cunt clenched at the sight of him. “‘m a whore! A stupid, dirty whore! A hero whore!”

“Goddamn right you are. Now cum all over this cock. I know you’re close. I know how much you’ve been wanting this. Fuckin’ do it.” The back of his hand strikes down across your face one last time, and that’s what tips you right over the edge and head first into your orgasm.

Straining against the ropes, your back arching painfully, you scream out his name as you cream all over him, your juices spilling out over both of your thighs. It’s a symphony of moans and pleasure as the three of you reach your highs together, the crescendo a mixture of Bakugou and Shinsou’s combined grunts as they both release to your mangled sobs.

“Did that fulfill your fantasies, princess?” Bakugou sneers, his face buried into the crook of your neck.

But just when you thought it was over, Shinsou saunters over to your sweaty bodies with a grin on his face that makes your entire body tense up once again.

His fingers trail down your wet face and ghost across your lips before he places a gentle kiss upon your forehead. “Don’t get too comfortable now. We’re just getting started.”

Look me in the face and tell me that a thick asf, black, bookworm fem reader is the next door neighbor of the sexy twitch streamer or cam boy Shinsou, who wants nothing more than to make you his and have you screaming his name doesn’t sound hot! I dare you 🗿 She’s so shy and sweet and Shinsou just wants to know how loud she can be after the two get to know each other more

Omg that’s so hot 🤤 if y’all can’t tell, I love men secretly pining and lusting after unknowing female readers. ESPECIALLY if they are shy, nerdy, and or curvy/thicc girls. So Inhad fun with this

Girl Next Door (Shinsou x Black Reader)

Quirkless AU

(Art by: @raikiriart)

Shinsou kept his blinds opened when he gamed. He always joked with his viewers that it was for the natural lighting.

“Y’all know the sun really brings out the purple in my eyes.” He’d smirk, and that was that.

They didn’t need to know the real reason he kept them open. His violet eyes flitted towards the window again as he mindlessly navigated the game. That’s when he saw you walking into the complex.

“Uhh, alright guys, I think that’s about it for today. I’ll be back on tonight for our midnight stream,” his eyes flicked over to the window again. You were checking the mailbox. Perfect. “Until next time, later guys.”

Shinsou quickly shut off his computer and threw on a pair of shoes before rushing down the stairs.

“Hey there bookworm.” Shinsou grinned as he approached you.

As soon as you turned and flashed him your little brace face smile, he felt an arrow pierce his heart. God you were adorable. With your colorful braces and glasses and pretty chocolate dimples.

“Hey yourself, e-boy.” You replied.

“Get anything interesting?” Shinsou nodded at your stack of mail as he opened his own mailbox.

“A new book.”

“Of course,” he shot you a smirk.

“Of course,” you giggled.

“Well, hey, that’s what makes you my little book worm.” He teased.

You glanced away your shy little dimpled smile making his heart flutter.

“Well, I better get upstairs,” you said, “I have studying to do.”

“Alright then,” Shinsou’s heart sank a bit at the thought of losing time with you. “Mind if I walk up with you?”

“Sure!”

Shinsou let you lead the way.

You two were neighbors and had come to be good friends; often walking up to your apartments together. So you thought nothing of it when he took up space behind you. Not even feeling the predatory gaze on your ass.

Shinsou’s friendly face fell into an almost hungry gaze as you strutted in front of him. There was something about your cute face juxtaposed with your stacked curves that drove him crazy. Your round ass bounced with every step as you led the way up the stairs. He tucked his hands in the pockets of his joggers and stroked the bulge growing in his pants as your ass wiggled.

Stop being such a creep man.

He chastised himself as you bounced up the stairs, but fuck he couldn’t help it.

All he could imagine was how loud he could make your soft little voice scream for him while he pounded into your thick ass from the back or watched your bouncy tits jiggle in his face.

“Hey, y/n,” Shinsou piped up before he could stop himself.

“Yeah?” You cocked your head.

Cutie.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over and order take out. We can just watch a movie or somethin’..or not! I don’t want you to think I’m tryna Netflix and chill or something!” Even though he totally was.

You felt your face burn. In all the time you and Shinsou had been neighbors, you had always had a crush on him, but never knew how to express it. You honestly never expected anything more than friendly mailbox banter; so getting invited to his house was a pleasant surprise to say the least.

“O-oh, um—Sure!”

“Really? Ahh, I have to stream tonight at midnight, but how bout eight?”

Your cheeks burned as you nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Alright, I now have an hour to make this place look presentable.” Shinsou gazed around his messy bachelor pad.

He managed to make his place decent and changed from his joggers into jeans and a t-shirt. He even combed his messy purple locks a bit. He wanted to look good for you guys’ first hang out session. After all, he couldn’t believe you had actually agreed to hang out with him. Shinsou had been crushing on you for months, but he didn’t think he was actually good enough for you. You were smart and studious and hard working and he was pretty sure you only viewed him as a lazy gamer guy.

That was why he had to impress you. This was his first shot to make a real impression and maybe score a real date with you.

He wondered how you would wear your hair and makeup. If he’d finally get to see those curves of yours hugged in a dress. He groaned aloud, thinking about running his fingers over your body.

“Fuck...” he muttered, feeling his dick flex at the thought of your thick chocolate body writhing under his.

Shinsou stroked himself through his jeans growing harder as his thoughts about you ran wild.

I can’t act like this when she’s around. I’ll scare her off for sure.

Ok. He had twenty minutes. He could just rub one out, right? That way when you got there he wouldn’t be thinking about throwing you on the kitchen table and deep dicking you until you were a groaning mess.

You knocked at Shinsou’s front door. You stepped back and bounced on your toes a bit.

When he opened the door, you felt your heart quicken. He looked so handsome. You weren’t used to seeing him in jeans and you could see how well sculpted his chest was through his shirt.

“Hey, bookworm.” He smiled.

“Hi, you.” You replied.

“Come on in.”

As soon as Shinsou ushered you inside you were intrigued by all the cool super hero posters and pictures of friends on the family.

“DC guy, huh?” You smirked at him as you observed his DC posters.

“For the most part,” Shinsou replied, coming up to your side. “I like the world building more in DC; feels a bit more real to me than Marvel. I don’t know why, but I have to admit I like Marvel’s villains more.”

“Hmm. I’m the opposite.”

Shinsou’s brow quirked as he grinned down at you.

“Oh yeah?”

You nod, shrugging. “I just think marvel has cooler, more powerful heroes and I like the world building in marvel. But I think DC has cooler villains and I like the grimmer grittier vibe.”

“Hmmm, let me find out my bookworm is a comic buff.”

Your heart fluttered again at the possessive nickname, but you mask it with a grin. “Try me.”

By the time the pizza arrives you and Shinsou are deep in your conversation about movies, comics, books, and your favorite shows.

Shinsou proudly shows you his custom PC and set up and swells with pride at how you gush over his build.

He loves hearing about your studies and theories and you guys bounce ideas off of each other for hours.

Before you both know it, it’s eleven o’clock.

“I’m so sorry, Shin. I didn’t mean to hold you up.”

“Trust me, y/n, if it wasn’t for that alarm I wouldn’t have even noticed the time. This has been really fun.”

The grin that lit up your face made your dark eyes sparkle and Shinsou desperately wanted to kiss you.

“Yeah. It was fun. I’m really glad we did this.”

“Yeah, totally. We should...do it again sometime. Maybe we can go out for dinner next weekend?” He offered, carefully.

You glanced away, sweetly, composing yourself before meeting his eyes again with a shy nod.

“I’d like that a lot.”

“Cool,” Shinsou grinned, scratching the back of his neck as a blush burned on his cheeks. Guess I’ll hop over next door and pick you up huh?” He chuckled.

“Sure.” You giggled back. “Well...night, Shin, have fun on your stream.”

“Night, y/n.” He smiled back.

As soon as you were out the door, Shinsou wanted to whoop and holler. Holy shit! He couldn’t believe he’d finally did it! Not only did he ask you to hang out, he scored an actual date with you!

Not only that, he finally got to know you beyond just a few words, and you were totally cool!

Knowing how cool and interesting you are coupled with your sweet, shy nature just made you more attractive to him.

He couldn’t help being even more turned on. You were like the perfect girl. Shy and sweet and nerdy and cool and Thicc as fuck.

He couldn’t wait to get to know you better in more ways than one...

He felt himself stirring once again and sighed, palming himself through his jeans.

“Dammit,” he muttered, eyes fluttering shut in frustration. “I’ve really gotta stop working myself up over you, bookworm.”

Alright. He had an hour. He could take care of his ‘little problem’ before he started his stream. He would be thinking of you riding his face the whole time.

Cowboy AU

Cowboys: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Uzui, Toji, Satoru, Kento, Suguru, Katsuki, Eijiro, Hitoshi, Shouta, Shoto, Touya/Dabi, Eren, Jean, Reiner, Levi, Connie, + any of your faves

Idk what happened to me but 😮‍💨😮‍💨

MDNI: smut under the cut

The salty taste of precum fills your mouth and coats your tongue evenly. Slurping and gagging sounds filling the air, your knees digging into the grass beneath you.

Your hands rest flat on the tense muscles of his thighs, your eyes watch intently when he throws his head back and groans, using the fitful of your hair to guide your head up and down his aching length.

Saliva drips down your chin, it coats your lips, your lipstick is smudged across his pelvis where he continuously pushes your head down to, forcing his cock down your throat. He shudders when you gag, thighs tensing more as he twitches in your mouth, your throat squeezing him almost as good as your pussy would.

Almost.

“Fuckkk~ darlin’. Yer sucking me off so good. G’nna make me cum. Fill yer pretty mouth with my load. Ya want that, baby? Yeah— fuckin’ shit.” Both his hands rest atop your head, stopping you from moving as his hips begin moving instead. His heavy balls slap against your chin, his leaky tip hits the back of your throat, his head falls back and he groans lowly up into the sky.

His cock throbs in your mouth, the vein along the shaft pulsing against your tongue, a few more messy thrusts into your mouth and he’s pushing your head down so your lips are pressing against his pelvis. You can’t breathe properly, only able to get in short puffs of air. And he loves it.

“Tha’s right, baby. Choke on my fat cock. Wanna see them tears runnin’ down yer pretty face. Look at me.” And you do. You tilt your head up ever so slightly and you look right into his eyes, darkened with primal lust for you. “Fuck, you look so goddamn pretty, baby. ‘M gonna cum. Hah—shit.”

Sticky warmth fills your mouth, dribbling down from the corners because of the sheer amount there is. He groans loudly, holding your head in place as he shallowly thrusts into your mouth, making more of his thick cum slide down your chin and onto the grass beneath you.

Finally, he pulls back and you swallow greedily, opening your mouth to show him the remnants of his load, a coat of white lingering on your tongue and strands of mixed cum and spit in your mouth that break when he shoves his fingers between your lips.

He presses on your tongue lightly, looking down at you and smiling a shit-eating smile, pulling his fingers out only to shove them in this mouth and lick them clean. He pulls you up and pushes you forward till your tits press against the hood of his truck, the headlights blinding you momentarily.

Hiking your skirt up to rest above your ass, right on your tailbone, he groans at the sight of your sticky pussy greeting him. Dropping to his knees behind you, his tongue darts out to lick a fat stripe along your pussy, using his fingers to spread you out for him.

He licks, sucks, and nibbles on your clit, taking the sensitive bud between his lips and flicking it over and over. Rolling his tongue over it so fucking slowly, only to nip at it as he pulls back, pressing a sweet little kiss to the stinging bud. He moves towards your dripping entrance now, dragging his tongue around it slowly and groaning at the taste of you.

Your mewls only spur him on and he’s slowly pushing his tongue inside you, dragging it in and out of you, circling it inside before he’s pulling back to lap at the stickiness beginning to dribble out. He repeats his actions, starting from your clit and working his way to your entrance until he stands and drags the tip of his cock through your folds, rubbing your clit for a moment before teasing your entrance.

Listening to you whine and gasp as he slowly begins sliding his tip inside you, only to pull out seconds later has his mind reeling. He listens to you beg him to put it in, to stop being so mean, and all thoughts leave him when you reach back and slowly begin guiding his throbbing dick into your welcoming pussy.

He groans as he watches your pussy suck him in, enveloping him in your warm, wet, velvety walls. One of his hands fists your hair and the other lands a smack to your ass, watching with hooded eyes as the supple flesh recoils from it.

His hips slowly roll forward, grinding against your ass to feel your cunt clench around the barely there movement. A throaty chuckle escapes him as you whine, pushing your hips back for him to get the hint.

“Hol’ on, baby. I’ll give it to ya good, don’t worry none.” Tugging your hair lightly, he deepens the arch of your back and begins shallowly thrusting into you, holding your hip with his other hand. His thrusts are slow, lazy even, until they increase in pace.

Now he’s thrusting into you like a wild animal, letting go of your hair only to tug your flannel open and palm at your tits. Angling his hips, the tip of his dick rubs against the sweet gummy spot inside you and a pretty moan slips past your spit soaked lips.

With each thrust, the knot in your stomach tightens and tightens until curses are falling from your lips, your thighs shaking as your orgasm rolls over your body in waves. Your hands desperately grab at the hood of his truck, trying to ground yourself as his thumb finds your puffy clit, rubbing tight circles on it.

The man behind you groans when your pussy clamps and spasms around him, pushing his weight onto you to hold you firmly against his truck, pinning you down as he continues to fuck you. His thrusts grow sloppy as he chases his own high, using your body to get off.

He fucks you through your orgasm, thumb messily rubbing your clit now to keep you spasming around his dick, listening to your whines and whimpers. As the first ropes of sticky cum spurt into your pussy, he lets his head fall onto your shoulder and moans lowly in your ear, gripping your waist to grind into you.

He ruts into you like an animal, biting the junction of your neck to muffle his low moans, grunting when he feels you clamping around him again. Finally, he stills his hips, burying his face into your neck and pressing messy kisses to your pulse point, his hand rubbing your tummy and hips gently.

“My sweet girl, did a good job fer me, angel. ‘M gonna clean you up an’ we can go home so I can feed ya somethin’ good, ‘kay? My beautiful darlin’.” Kisses trail up your neck ticklishly and he smiles faintly when you giggle tiredly, slowly pulling his softening dick out with a hiss at the sensitivity.

Buckling his pants, he bends down to pick you up gently, heading to the driver’s side of the big truck before climbing in and settling you into his lap. He pulls the door shut and plants a sweet kiss to your swollen lips, before he turns the keys and drives back to your shared home, keeping an arm around you the entire drive back, breathing in the scent of you because you’re all he needs.

Sorry if this offends others but I am a girl with big breasts, sorry again and I'm really sincere! Pls don't take this as an insult! Pls!!!!!! ;->

since were already talking about it: MHA pro heroes w an s.o. w/huge boobs(f!reader)

cw - minors dni, exhibitionism in hawks, lots of boob stuff, titfucking, cumplay

bakugou - handsy and protective, is always leaning down in your ear at the grocery store, one hand on your waist and growling something like, "if that guy doesn't stop starin atcha I'm gonna blow his fuckin' brains out." Absolutely loses his composure when you let him put it between them for the first time, and when you suck gently on the tip? it's all over for him.

kirishima - very sweet and domestic about it, but obsessed with your boobs. offers to massage them, holds them for your when you get tired, genuinely prefers you dont wear a bra around the apartment you share for ease of access, regardless of the change in shape.

denki - god help us, this man read somewhere that it's possible to make a woman cum just from nipple stimulation and with the help of his tongue and his quirk, he's determined to make it happen. Loves it when you ride him and he can bury his face between them because it's soft and warm.

shinsou - likes to sleep big spoon style with his hands on your chest, will gently massage them until your fall asleep or until you grind your ass against his crotch and let out a low needy moan, then you hear a dark chuckle in your ear as he reaches down and frees his length from his boxers, "did baby get needy?" he growls, "such a sensitive little thing".

dabi - likes to fuck you so hard they bounce painfully, bonus points if hes got your legs around his shoulders and he can watch the pain and pleasure on your face as he pounds into you at a brutal pace. Reaches down and slaps your chest, watching them bounce with an amused smile on his face as he rolls his hips against yours, "Fuck, baby," he rasps, "Gonna claim those pretty tits with my cum."

hawks - likes to sleep with his face buried in your chest, is absolutely unashamed at how much he LOVES your tits, it's not even always sexual, at least according to him, he just wants to feel close to you, that's why he's slipping a hand under your sweatshirt on the subway train, cupping it before rolling a nipple between two fingers. "Better stay quiet for me," he threatens, the growl in his tone making a shiver run up your spine, "wouldn't want anyone to know what a slut you are for me, would we?"

"Have you heard, have you heard?" Someone in the crowd whispers, "The circus is coming to town."

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The distorted music coming from the giant tent is ringing in your ears. The night has fallen, but the lights the circus provides gives the impression that it's still daytime.

Floods of people are entering the tent, they seem never-ending, but the tent always has a place for more people. People who exit the tent have souvenirs, colorful hats, and unusually big candies. Some are with family, some are with friends, but they all have a smile on their lips, eyes sparkling with the miracles they just witnessed.

You witnessed it, too.

You're fresh out of the show that had ended. The torch-lit room still makes you shiver when you think of it, excitement prickling on your skin despite the show already being over.

You saw a man carry an elephant in his arms without breaking a sweat, the hypnotizer who can command people at will, a man creating ice and fire out of thin air, there was even someone who could make explosions with his hands. A pink-skinned girl, invisible girl, a man with 111 piercings, a redhead with skin as hard as a rock- they all had something weird, special about them.

You are standing in front of the entrance, not going in, neither going out. Your eyes wander over the flyer that's pinned on the board. It's the flyer you've seen the past week everywhere, the streets are littered with it, but you never picked it and read what was on it. You find yourself looking at it, hoping to feel the remnants of the magic of the show on it.

The paper is adorned with reds, purples, and greens, and you bring your hand up to touch the smooth surface of it as you read the golden, big lettered headline.

"The greatest circus in the world!" It says, listing the shows right under it, you find something similar to envy bubbling inside you as you read about the shows, the quirky people who would be an outcast if they were anywhere but here. You envy them, the life they have, how free they are, going around the world and just being themselves, being as weird as they want, it still gains them money.

A circus is just what you need; you find yourself thinking. Leave your life behind and join them.

"Do you want to see a man lift a whole house with his pinky? Someone who can create explosions out of thin air? There's more, more to the freaks. Come then, come closer." You read, unconsciously stepping forward and nearing the paper.

You bite down on your lip, an audible gasp makes your eyes widen when you read the small box that's in the corner of the flyer.

"Want to be a part of the show?" It says, so small you would've missed it any other day. "Show us what you have, and you might become one of us."

"You have to prove yourself first, though."

It's surprisingly easy to slip in the tent without being seen, you realize. People seem engrossed about everything else going on to interest themselves with a girl walking through.

Or so you think.

You push under the heavy curtains of the tent that's opening to the backstage, and you have the flyer in your hands, not even aware of how you're squeezing it, that your knuckles turn white.

Before you falls the dark night, the only light source a flimsy torch on the ground. You wonder if this is a mistake, you're hoping to stay alive, and you're not sure if walking right in the freaks' Inn is going to help that.

But you still proceed, the want to join them, belong somewhere, leave your life behind, be anyone but yourself at that moment weighing heavier than your fear.  

 You stand before an opening, small tents are in line, waiting for you. Something in you whispers for you to pick the:

《Bakugou's route》 ◇ (TBD)

~{Black curtained tent}: a faint scent of caramel and something burning seeps from the opening between the curtains. 

《Kirishima's route》 ◇ (TBD)

~{Red curtained tent}: it's heavily adorned by torches all over, so much that you have to shield your eyes from the light. The owner seems to want everything strong.

~{Indigo curtained tent}: a black cat sits right before the curtain. It's looking at you with Its large, gold eyes, which make you feel like they're staring into your soul.

《Shinsou's route》 ◇ (02.05.2021)

《Todoroki's route》 ◇ (TBD)

~{Dark blue curtained tent}: it looks much simpler than the others but feels just as dangerous. Somehow makes you shiver and feel warm at the same time.

So, you chose the indigo tent?

Welcome to Shinsou's route on something wicked this way comes. I hope you enjoy.

a/n: so, here goes nothing. I'm really excited for this and I really hope you like it! Leave me a like, a reblog or a comment if you enjoyed it 😗

a big thank you to @qawaii for beta reading because you are the only person I can send this to beta and not die of embarrassment. Also thank you love for always motivating me and hyping me I love you muah.

Warnings: NSFW! Minors do not interact! Smut. 7.4k of pwp. Degrading, blow job, orgasm denial (once), hair pulling, slight choking, calling good girl, enemies to lovers kinda vibe, idk what else

Everyone has their low points of life. This night must be yours, you think.

You're tired- exhausted and on the brink of possibly passing out, even; hungry, frustrated, cold, and shivering, and everything seems to be going wrong.

Standing on the hill before the tents, you try to focus on why you're here. Never to feel like this again, of course, but it's hard to push yourself to take one more step at this point.

You have to find Aizawa; you repeat yourself. Find him, convince him to take you in so you won't ever feel this hopeless, so you won't ever think if you can survive sleeping in a night as cold as this. You can't go back, won't go back to that place you once called home. You're determined to find a new home or never belong anywhere again.

There is a dull pain on your fingers, feeling like they're frozen and burning. You know you gave to find somewhere warm to at least wear the exhaustion off of you, regain movement in your fingers and feel like you won't pass out any second.

You'd rather sleep, but you're more than aware how dangerous that could be, so you'd have to yield to a stop break, instead. As the thought seeps into your mind, your brain doesn't even give you the chance to rethink; quick to come up with more reasons for why you should rest first, then find Aizawa.

It's the sweet hope of finding warmth that pulls you closer to the tents. You know it's mad to even think of going in any of them, straight into the territory of people that are freaks, people with quirks that makes you an easy bait for them to kill.

But exhaustion has that kind of an effect on people, and even the worst ideas seem bright at the time, mind foggy, unable to give you a reasonable answer when you ask yourself what's the worst that could happen.

You won't be staying for long, anyway, if anyone finds you, you'll flee- you're smart, not so strong but quick, you can run, right?

Your eyes scan the tents to see which one you can go in and out of without being noticed, and you're quick to eliminate the red and black ones.

The red tent has torches all over, so there's no way you can try and sneak in. And the black tent- well, you don't have a good feeling about it.

The tent closest to you has heavy-looking, dark blue curtains, but when you look closer, you can see the light coming from there, too. Your body getting heavier and heavier by the second, and you're pouting as your eyes fall on the indigo, purple tent. A few careful steps taken closer, you confirm there isn't light coming from inside.

As you come even closer, so close that the heavy, velvet-like material of the tent brushes your naked arms, making goosebumps run down your body. You wait for a few seconds for a sound, anything that indicates there is someone there, but after a few minutes of waiting, you conclude there isn't.

You're reluctant but quick to slip through the curtains, staying close to the exit so you can flee without having to face anyone.

It doesn't take long for your eyes to adjust in the darker room, and you're careful as you scan the room step by step.

It's not massive, but the area still seems bigger than any tent you've seen. It's almost twice your room- your old room.

Head pounding with exhaustion creeping in, you find a hiding place behind a cupboard in the corner. Your body acts before you, slipping in the small opening with ease. It's an advantageous hiding place , giving you the chance to spy on the entrance without blatantly sticking out.

As you wait for someone to come in, for something to happen in this dead of the night, your body starts feeling the signs of exhaustion even worse than before, with finding a warm place and somewhere to sit, adrenaline slowly leaving your body.

And before you know it, you're asleep.

~

You only after realize that you hadn't thought this through.

You wake up by the dim, reflected light of a candle- you're lucky you're a light sleeper, or you wouldn't have woken up to someone entering the tent.

The silhouette of a man dances on the floor, crouching down as he holds the candle in one hand and busies the other with the pile of clothes. Not sure when he entered the tent, it seems he's not yet aware of your presence, and you know you have to get out before he does.

Noticing his back is turned to you, you finally gather the courage to peep your head from where you sit. A purple head of hair is what you first notice, his ltousled ocks sticking in every direction as if he faced a thunderstorm.

He's reaching towards the pile of clothes, eyes half open as a look of exhaustion challenging yours lingers on his face.

As you stretch your head a little more from the corner you're hiding in, you finally see something hiding between the pile of clothes. It's a cat, you realize. The man's hand runs over the black fur; it makes the cat close his eyes and lean to the touch as he continues to pat its head, scratching under its ears.

You're not aware how intensely you're watching him, wide eyes following his movements, how his odd hair color catches the dim candlelight on itself, soft shadows dancing on the sharp, handsome features of his face.

You know you have to run, get out of here before he notices you, but it's like you're in a faze, curiosity boiling in your body.

It's a scene to behold, the pair of a mad-looking man and a black cat relishing in each others' presence as you gasp and retract back when the cat suddenly opens its eyes, golden gaze looking directly at you.

Your heart drumming in your ears as you sink more into the corner you're in, you miss how the candle he's holding flickers and the way his head tilts your way so slightly.

For a few minutes, nothing happens. You're too afraid to breathe, let alone reach back out to see what the man's doing. It's silent other than your booming heart, and despite knowing you have to get out of there- now, you can't do anything but wait.

"Aren't you cold?" The voice breaks the silence in the tent, a deep grumble that turns your stomach upside down. You think you recognize it; you've heard it earlier today, quickly depicting who he is; the man with the black, beak-like mask who was doing the hypnosis tricks.

"Does anyone want to volunteer for this trick?" He had asked many times that night. "If yes, cheer for me so I can see who does."

It's an automatic response; to cheer with the whistling and clapping crowd, and you hadn't noticed the self-satisfied smile he hid behind the mask at getting a reply from everyone watching him.

"I'm talking to the cat, not to the person hiding behind the cupboard, by the way." The man speaks again, a sarcastic comment that comes out of his lips so indifferently, and it shows how unfazed he is even by having another presence hiding in his tent.

Even the thought of it is chilling, but you don't give yourself the time to ponder about it, now that your cover is blown, leaping towards the exit. You're fast and agile, and Shinsou thinks you would've escaped if you were in the presence of anyone else.

But you aren't, and you soon come to realize that as well.

As you push the velvet curtains and the cold air hits your face, you're sure you've escaped since the man hasn't moved from where he stood. Still, not taking a second more, you're about to disappear into the night.

But instead of running after you, you hear him speak.

"Stop," It's a simple command that would've made you scoff any other time. Does this man really think you would-

stop.

Just in the border of the night and the tent, you suddenly lose the ability to control your body.

You freeze, despite your mind screaming at you to get out of there; you're not able to move an inch as you watch the man as he walks towards you, painfully slow, too.

As he stops before you, you're forced to realize just how bigger he is than you. Crazy locks of hair defy gravity, looking deep blue instead of the purple you had seen in his show.

He looks mean as he stands before you, eyes locked on you. Dangerous, even.

Stuck in a body you can't charge, you have to wait as his eyes scan you with a frown on his lips, the only emotion available on his face being a silent surprise and tiredness. Even with the situation you're in, you can't help but notice he's even more handsome up close. Secretly admiring his dark indigo eyes looking at you with suspicion, the circles under his eyes giving him an even more stern look, lips pressed into a line, high cheekbones shadowing his cheeks.

"Speak." He commands once again, and you fear if you had control of your body, you might've shivered at his tone.

"Wh-what did you do to me?!" It's your first reaction to regaining control; it makes the purple-haired man scoff. He leans a little closer to you, the ends of his locks close to grazing your face, but not quite, inspecting you with a scorning look and a mean frown. He's the source of the tinge of lavender smell in the room, you realize. That and something a little more... musky.

Despite having the control to speak, you're silent as he judges you, and you swear the corner of his lips quirk at that, too. "You were at the show today, weren't you? I think you can guess what's happening."

"You- you hypnotized me!" You shout, terrified. When he hears the accusing tone of your voice, the man quirks a brow at you.

"You broke into my tent." He mocks you with a smile, looking you up and down. "Aren't you cold?" He repeats. "Come in."

Your body obeys the commend, following the man back into the tent you just escaped, your body once again meeting the lavender-tinted warm air. You stand in the middle of the room as you watch him plop himself on a seat, legs wide open, almost invitingly so, his lips curved into a smile as his gaze keeps wandering on you.

You're unable to help it when your gaze starts shifting on his form, too, especially with the way he's looking at you now; you're not sure if it's the harsh shadows on his face that makes him look so irresistible, with that knowing smirk when he catches your eyes flicking lower than they should. When he quirks a brow at you, with eyes that almost tell you; I know what you're thinking, it suddenly feels a little too warm.

A hum vibrates in the air before he speaks again. "Tell me, pretty girl," he says, "why were you in my tent?"

As soon as you hear the command, you brace yourself to blurt out the whole truth, but- you don't. Questioning eyes finding him; he shrugs. "I'm not going to force it out of you."

He looks so smug with the way he says it, too, making you scoff with narrowed eyes. "Oh, how generous of you."

He ignores the mocking tone of your voice, the only indication he even heard them being the slight tilt of his lips. "If I knew you wouldn't flee the moment I let you go, too, you wouldn't be in this situation, either."

"Is that so?" You mutter, seemingly disinterested. "I will, though."

Your words seem to amuse him, the way you resist him, despite being entirely under his mercy, acting like he has no power over you.

So he smiles; it's deceptive, dark, exciting. It makes the air shift into something new; something that feels thicker, hotter, lustful.

He seems indifferent, however, and you hope he's blind to how your body reacts, as well, to when he sighs, hands running through his tangled, odd-colored locks.

"Why are you still keeping me here, anyway?" You blurt out, wanting to get out of here before you do something... mad.

"I'm curious." He answers the question, a smile resting on his plush lips as he shrugs. "Why were you in my tent?"

Eye for an eye, you think as he counters you with his question. He had answered yours, and it was only fair if you did the same. "I was cold," you tell him, staying as vague as possible. "Your tent seemed warm."

"That's it?" His brows arch up. "The rest isn't any of your business."

"I'm curious."

"I don't even know your name!" You huff angrily. "All I know is you're a guy who works in a circus with powers that leave me a puppet in your hands. I'm not here to entertain you."

As you blurt the last sentence, you don't miss his dark chuckle at it. "We'll see about that," he mutters, but before giving you the chance to speak, he speaks again. "My name's Shinsou. Feeling better?"

"Much." You mock him with an exaggerated smile, voice hostile. "Now will you let me go?"

"Why would I?" He laughs. "You still haven't answered my questions, and haven't you heard it's only courtesy to tell your own name when someone tells you theirs?"

"And haven't you heard it's being a basic human fucking being not to keep people under your influence like this?"

A beat of silence passes as he ponders on an answer and fails, and both of you know he lost this round. "Kitty's got claws, I see." He swipes his tongue on his bottom lip, amusedly watching your reaction at the pet name. You sneer at him- but Shinsou's a little too interested in this to miss the way you shift in your place, your quickening breaths, the flutter of your eyes.

"Don't call me that."

"Why? Got you excited?" Shinsou quirks a brow when you squeak angrily. "You won't even tell me your name."

You would've rolled your eyes if you could, instead just sighing at the purple-haired man. "It's Y/N." You answer. "My Name's Y/N."

It's been a while since Shinsou had this much fun; he missed this game of cat and mouse.

"Very well then, Y/N," he repeats your name as suggestive as possible, "would you answer my question? I can force the answer out of you, you know." He looks amused as he leans forward in his chair, suddenly much more interested in what you say, how you move. Like a predator watching its prey. "All it takes is a command."

Each word makes its way out of his lips so smoothly- you shiver at the way he speaks them. And you're disappointed when you realize not with fear.

It was a lost game the moment you even felt a tinge of lust towards the man, but you doubt there is anyone who can resist his charm. Still, you refuse to play into his hand, choosing to fight submitting to him just like that.

"With your witchcraft or whatever it is, yes." You shoot back, "but you can never control me without it." You feel needles of excitement run over your skin.

"Hm?" He quirks a brow, a feline cat on his lips, making you shiver with the lust settling on his gaze. Your eyes follow the movement of his adam's apple when he gulps. "You think I can't make you do as I say without my powers?" His voice drops an octave, and it almost makes you gasp.

"I know you can't." You sneer. "I would never let you."

"Big words from a little girl. Are you challenging me?"

"And what if I am?"

"Well," Shinsou slides his tongue over his lip, your gaze follows the movement. "you'll have to prove it to me."

As he speaks the words, the heaviness that had consumed your body disappears, as well. Your eyes shoot up- only meeting his mocking indigo gaze. You don't need him to tell you what to do, as one glance is enough for you to see how his pants seem a little strained over his crotch, a print making itself visible.

"What?" He asks, a grin resting on his lips as you stay still. His voice is deep, a guttural, almost tired tone that has you shivering with each way he speaks his words. "All bark, no bite? I thought you were up for a challenge- oh." You effectively shut him up when you settle before the man in one quick motion, relishing in the way his eyes widen, a content, almost excited grin consuming his face.

"You were saying something?" You purr innocently, as if you're not kneeling between his legs, licking your lips and giving him a glance from beneath your lashes.

"Nothing," Shinsou huffs out a laugh, settling in his chair to give you better access. "Do go on."

His dick is even more prominent now, you notice, a wicked smile settling on your lips. You lift your hand to trace his cock, touch ghosting him from over the material of his pants. He's semi-hard beneath your fingers, but even then, you have to muffle a gasp at just how big he is. Unfortunately, he seems to notice the widening of your eyes and your gulp.

He leans forward to tease you, but you don't give him a chance. His eyes flutter close when your hand finally takes him in your hold. "Shit-" Shinsou curses, his tongue darts out to wet his lips as you palm him over the material of his pants, not fast nor hard enough to satisfy him but to keep him tittering on edge. "You fucking tease." He sounds out of breath, but somehow manages to open his eyes to give you a dark look.

"Can't wait to fuck it out of you."

Shinsou waits, endures your torture until you yourself can't, growing impatient to feel him in your mouth.

His chuckle sinister as he aids you while your fingers work his pants off, leaving you face to face with his now hard cock, a small patch of wetness painting his briefs a darker color.

"Look what you did to me," Shinsou heaves, forcing himself to keep his indigo eyes open and on you. "making me hard without even taking me in your mouth."

You bite your lip as your hands slip beneath his boxers, feeling him hot and pulsing under your touch for the first time. You both groan at the sensation.

As you finally push his briefs down, you first see a tuff of deep-purple hair, his cock red and angry. "Ah, fuck." He curses at the contact with the cold air, his head lolling and falling back slightly.

"If it's too much-" he breathes before you can move any further, "tap my thigh twice, or yell bandaid." He only lets you go on when you nod, making sure you understood what he said.

Without waiting any longer, you take him in your hand, and it only makes you realize he's even bigger than you originally had thought. You try to hide your doubts on if you're even going to be able to fit him in your mouth, but he realizes anyway. "What?" Shinsou mutters breathily, "scared?"

You don't answer him, leaning forward to take the sensitive tip between your mouth, instead. The bitter taste of precum has a tinge of sweetness to it, and you don't even realize you start suckling on it a bit harder to get more of the taste.

"Oh- fucking hell." He runs his hands through his hair with a loud groan, a borderline moan, when you suck particularly hard, twirling your tongue around his sensitive head. The sound makes its way straight down to your core.

Your other hand comes up to cup his balls as you let go of his angry red tip, tracing his cock to the base with kisses planted along his shaft. "Ah- fuck, fuck, fuck!" Shinsou groans when you massage his balls softly, leaving kisses on the base, your other hand pumping him slower than he wants it.

"Stop fucking teasing." He growls, voice breathy and shallow. "Or are you afraid -ah- you can't take it all?"

The smug grin he has, despite your best efforts to wipe it off has you fuming. You know he only says it to rile you up, but it works. "Shut up." You spit at the handsome man, not even missing a beat or trying to ease him in as you start pushing yourself on his length. It's pure spite, he knows it too, but it only makes it more fun for Shinsou.

You underestimated him.

You open your mouth as much as you can, jaw aching almost immediately with the pressure, but you try to discard the feeling, focused on having as much of him in your mouth.

"Ah fuck!" He groans out loudly, hips twitching, a thrust in your welcoming mouth before he can catch himself. "Good fuckin' girl," Shinsou breathes, his hand flying to your head as support, pushing you even further down. You almost miss the subtle whiny moan he lets out when you gag loudly around him. The head of his cock hitting the back of your throat as Shinsou keeps pushing you down on his cock mindlessly, your heart drums in your ears, jaw aching, breaths shallow and insufficient.

"Look at you- oh, look at you." Shinsou mutters between his ragged breaths. "Such an obedient little girl, so pretty, so eager-" his warm cock thrusts deeper in your mouth and makes you gag once again, tears that had welled in your eyes before now spilling down your cheeks. Shinsou's half-lidded gaze falls on you, face wet with drool, tears, and his precum, and you feel his cock twitch along with a groan, "-so eager to please me."

You wish- you wish you could protest, say he's wrong, that you don't care the slightest bit about how he feels, but you can't. And not because of his cock stuffing your mouth, either.

Instead, you feel the blood starting to rush downwards, straight to your pussy, making you soil your panties with how he spits out each syllable.

Shinsou's aware of this, too, how effective his words are. His head falls back, weak to the pleasure you're giving him, moaning and gagging around his length as he thrusts faster into you. The dull pain in your skull feels so good, the ache of your throat, his cock hot and heavy on your tongue-

"You're- you're getting off on this, huh?" Shinsou tightens his grip on your hair. "You like it when I call you a good girl? You like it when I use you as a fuck hole?"

You try to lie, shake your head no, but he doesn't give you a chance, no room to move your head with how tight his hold is. With one thrust exceptionally deep, Shinsou laughs almost cruelly as he speaks. "Of course, you do. You're sucking me so fucking well; it's impossible you don't."

"Good girl- good fucking girl, I bet you're soaking in your panties, too, huh? What a little slut. I thought you weren't going to give in? I thought you said I couldn't control you?"

"Fuck you." You spit out when you pull away from his cock, but he doesn't seem pleased by it. "Don't speak with your mouth full, darling." Shinsou growls, his hand cupping your jaw and forcing your eyes to meet his, fingers digging deep into the soft of your skin. "Didn't anyone teach my baby any manners? Or are you just too dumb to learn?"

You open your mouth to say something, but before you can even utter a word, his long fingers force their way through your lips; whatever you were going to say stays as a muffled moan.

"You know, from the moment I saw you all I thought about as you talked and talked and talked was how I wanted to put that big mouth of yours into good use."

In all honesty- it was all you thought about as well.

With seeing the glint in your eyes, Shinsou huffs out a laugh. "Oh, look at my pretty little slut." He forces his fingers even deeper, making you gag. "You think I don't know what you're thinking? You think I don't know how much you want my cock in your mouth? Such a whore, hiding in my tent. You did this on purpose, didn't you? Came here to get fucked like a bitch in heat by one of us freaks?"

The last words are but a haze to you since by then; he's already pushing himself back and forth past your abused lips, moaning at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth, without giving you the time to think, to breathe, to accustom. Shinsou holds a ruthless pace, gripping your head fest by the hair as he groans and moans, making you squirm under him. "Good girl- ah, fuck, such a good girl, suck my cock just like that- ah!"

"Fuck- I'm coming." You almost don't hear him, only raise your gaze to his half-lidded eyes and feel his cock twitch between your lips. "I'm coming- ah- shit, shit shit!"

Your moans get louder as his thrusts get sloppier, and you feel his whole body tremble at your voice. "I'm gonna- fuck!" Shinsou finally feels himself falling over the edge he's been dancing on, his hot cum shooting down your aching, abused throat, moaning when he notices how eagerly you swallow his cum.

His body falls limp back on the seat, chest heaving with deep, heavy breaths. There is a sheen layer of sweat covering Shinsou's body, making the muscles of his body shine under the dim candlelight.

All you hear in the quiet tent is his deep breaths, his head resting back, eyes closed, and he seems exhausted. A few minutes pass for him to pull himself together, opening his eyes to look at you, and- fuck he's hard again.

"Are you okay?" You shake your head, suppressing a smile at his now even messier-looking hair.

"Are you okay?" You ask smugly, coughing once because of the ache. "Thought you were gonna- hey!" You squeak as he jumps on his feet, and in a moment, you find yourself swept off the floor and in his arms. "I see you still have words to speak." Shinsou laughs, his face so close to yours, you feel his breath fanning against your ear, and he feels you tremble between his arms. He quirks a brow at your surprised reaction. You hadn't expected him to be able to continue, truth be told.

"What?" He continues, "I thought I made myself clear when I said I'd fuck it out of you."

You try to keep your last bit of resistance in you by speaking, "I'd like to see you try." But both of you seem aware you've already lost.

"Oh, I'm sure you do." Shinsou gives you a look before placing- throwing you on the unmade bed, eliciting a loud gasp from you. The dim candlelight hits his naked form in a way that has you rubbing your legs in anticipation. He isn't bulky but well-built and muscular, enough to toss you around with ease, enough to have your mouth watering at the thought of running your fingers over his well-defined muscles.

His gaze predatory, Shinsou looks dissatisfied eyeing you. "Strip." He orders, a knowing smile finding its way on his lips as you realize he won't use his powers but knows you'll obey his command like a good girl.

And you do, too. Maybe it's the anticipation or the uncanny glint in Shinsou's eyes that get to your head, but thoughts of defiance are thrown out of the window as you're shrugging off your clothes without giving it a second thought.

"That's it." He grins, his index finger just barely ghosting over your thigh, and he relishes how you squirm because of it. "Look how good you can be for me."

"Such a pretty girl," his hand continues circling your bare legs, getting dangerously close to where you need him the most, but never quite giving it. "My pretty girl." You feel him smile on your skin, littering it with kisses and bites as his fingers ghost over your pussy.. "A shame she has that bratty streak, though."

Shinsou clicks his tongue, suddenly pulling his hand back away, suppressing a smile at your needy whine. It's the kind of sound that's pushing him closer to ruining you by the second.

"No, no, baby, don't cry." You feel his hand cup your face, pads of his fingers tracing your face. His thumb grazes your lips, tracing the outline and pushing in, the sudden intrusion making you moan around it. "I'm here to help you with that."

Help you, he does. You feel his finger graze your clit, circling it just barely but even that slightest contact has you gasping for more after spending that long focused on him.

"Look at you," Shinsou tuts disappointedly, "just barely touched you, and you're soaking wet. Did you enjoy sucking me that much? Did you like how my dick tastes so much that it turned you on?"

"I-" you try to gather your thoughts, but he silences you by pushing one of his fingers in your pussy, his fingers long and slim, such pretty hands he has, his pale skin glistening with your wetness. "What was that?"

"P-please," you beg pathetically as all his motions still abruptly, eyes turning steal as he leans so close that you think your noses might touch. His other hand latches on your hair when your head lolls back down, his grip forcing you to keep your eyes on his indigo ones. The dull pain in your scalp goes straight to your core, and Shinsou can tell by how you clench around his finger.

"That isn't an answer to my question, Y/N." Your name rolls of his tongue so cold, so distant, you find yourself whining at it.

"Y-yes!" You exclaim, hips moving and grinding against his hand to find more friction with yet another cry, "I did- I did, so please!"

Shinsou has to admit.

Having you look at him with wide, watering eyes, face contorted in need of pleasure, your lips trembling as a form of begging- he doesn't think he can hold off much longer.

You feel so tight, even with just a finger, so warm and welcoming that he might be going crazy. Your mouth falls slack; eyes squeezed closed as you focus on the pleasure, silent other than shallow, desperate breathes.

"That's a good girl." Shinsou approves, adding a second finger and closing the gap between your faces to press a kiss on your lips as a reward.

So desperate for affection, you don't hear nor feel his amused laugh as you throw your arms around his neck when he starts to pull back after giving you but a peck, trying to hold him close, pull him into a kiss.

Shinsou shakes his head no, his fingers curling in you as he does so, your back arching off the bed. "Let's not get greedy, pretty girl. Don't worry; I'll take you there- as many times as you want. Okay?"

"Okay." You nod obediently and- fuck, Shinsou feels his dick ache with how hard he is.

"You take my fingers so well." He mutters, almost talking to himself, fascinated by how eager your pussy pulls him in. "Just listen how you gush around my fingers, how slutty your pussy is," Shinsou chuckles, the wet sound of your cunt making you cry out a whine. "Looks how wet you are, so messy, so pretty, wanna make you cum so many times-" He raises his brows when you shake your head 'no'

"Wanna-" you whine, "wanna cum on your cock."

"Please?" You add quickly, giving him the mastered doe-eyes. With the way his fingers sink into the flesh of your thighs, you know you're pushing him till he can't hold back anymore.

"Ah, fuck baby." You moan as his eyes roll back in his head. "How can I say no to you when you ask so nicely?"

You writhe under him as he rubs the swollen head on your pussy first, wetting the tip of his cock with your arousal as you nuzzle your face on his neck to get more of his scent, his skin muffling your moans when he lightly taps your clit.

"If it's too much," Shinsou holds you by the chin to make you look at him, your gaze half-lidded, mouth agape, you looked fucked dumb already. "what were you going to say?"

"Band-bandaids." You half-moan, half speak. Satisfied with the answer, Shinsou can't wait any longer as he's finally pushing himself in you, your cunt pulsing around him-

fuck- so warm, so wet, so soft-

"Holy fuck!" A guttural groan rips from his chest as he feels your strained walls pulse and flutter around him, trying to adjust to his size as he hears your needy cries right next to his ear. It has him losing his mind; Shinsou angles his hips just enough to have you screaming his name, and the feeling of his cock dragging against your pussy, heavy and hot in you, is enough to have you teetering on the edge already.

"'s big!" You whine into his neck, body convulsing with each drag of his cock in you. "So big- you're so big, makes me feel so full." You gasp, unaware of how you bring your hand to your stomach, pressing on the bulge that appears when he pushes in you.

You look so mindlessly fucked out; with your face twisted in pleasure, mouth fallen slack and drool pooling in the corner of your lips, eyes rolling back in your skull as he plunges in and out of you.

"Shinsou- Shinsou, ah, fuck!" You babble, nails digging in his arms to leave angry red crescents. So lost in the pleasure, you're not exactly aware of Shinsou's hands roaming around your face, cupping your jaw, caressing your cheeks, pushing back stray hairs. So cute, so vulnerable for him- he can't wait to make your face wet with tears.

"I'm gonna- I- I'm gonna cum!" You moan, but he knows this already, by the way your back arching off the bed with each deep thrust of his hips, by your pussy clenching even harder on his cock, your hands holding on to him like he's your lifeline.

In a heartbeat, just as you're sure the coil that's been growing in you is going to snap, just as you're about to fall into that bliss- he stops.

A broken sob follows his stillness, a cry ripping itself off your chest at the feeling that was just beyond reach. "Why?" You whine into his chest, hips wiggling to try and feel the same as you did a second ago.

"Shh, it's okay," he coos, voice breathy, more uncollected than he tries to look, purple locks of hair submitting to gravity and falling down, hovering around his face like an indigo halo. "I'll let you come as many times as you want- if you beg."

He raises a brow at you when you squirm under his touch, clamping down on his cock when he growls in your ear, hot breath fanning on your neck. "Beg for it, pretty girl, beg for me to make you cum on my cock- such a hungry slut- beg and I'll give you whatever you want."

You look up at him teary-eyed, your body shaking like a leaf in hungry need, for release, for him, but your lips refuse to atone, your head shaking side to side as a sob leaves your throat.

You can't, you can't beg, but the feeling is irresistible.

"No?" Shinsou voices your silent rebel, and you think the shadows on his face just got a few tones darker.

"You think you have a choice?" His voice low and grave as you feel a pair of hands snake up your body and wrap around your neck, squeezing just the right amount to have your eyes widen with shock, pussy tighten with need but not so much that you're gasping for air. "Nothing but a filthy whore- look at me when I fuck you."

Another squeeze has your eyes rolling back in your head, his filthy words traveling right down to your weeping core. "Now beg."

This time, you don't miss a beat before obeying, pleas falling from your lips along with whimpers of his name, but it's not enough; that you can tell by the dissatisfied click of his tongue. "P-please, sir," you whisper, it makes him move, a hard thrust in your to show praise.

"P-please fuck me-" you add, trying to speak between his occasional deep thrusts, messing with your head. "Show me my- mmh, fuck!- my place!"

As soon as the words are out of your lips, Shinsou goes out of his mind as well. His eyes widen with how your words affect him, an electrifying warmth blooming in the pit of his stomach. "Show you your place?" He growls, and you cry out a moan when he starts thrusting in a ruthless pace, his grip on your neck now suddenly a tad tighter, black spots dancing around in your vision.

"Show you what a slut you are, is that it?"

You're not even comprehending the words he's spewing, the feeling of his cock filling you up has warm tears running down your cheeks, sobs mixed with moans filling the silence other than the sound of skin slapping skin and his low growls.

"Crying? What a little baby, can't even take a cock in you, huh? Then what are you even good for?" Just as he finishes his sentence, the tip of his cock grazes that sweet spot in you, making you cry out a louder sob. "Sh-shinsou, please!"

Hearing you sob out his name like that has his cock twitching in you, your legs wrapped around his waist, legs digging into the small of his back, your nails biting in his shoulders as if he's the only thing holding you up and sane, newer ones filling his skin with each thrust he gifts you. His lidded gaze focuses on your fucked out face, drooling as your mouth falls slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head, face wet with tears you're still shedding. His hand travels from your neck to your jaw, forcing you to look at him so he can lean forward and plant a wet kiss on your lips.

"Fuck yeah- look at you, pretty girl, crying because how good I'm fucking you, huh?"

You nod pathetically, knowing he's waiting for an answer, but a nod is all you can muster with how hazy your mind feels. "More, more- please sir, ah!" Your hands travel from his arms to his back, leaving red, angry stripes on his back as well; one of your hands find a purple lock of hair, taking it between your fingers and hanging on it as hard as you can-

"Ah, shit!" Shinsou shouts as he throws his head up in the air at the dull pain you give him, his cock twitching in you and making you cry out a moan. You're not even aware you're pulling his hair, not aware you're getting him so close to cumming, not aware of anything but his fat cock drilling in you.

"Shit! Baby don't- ah, don't do that or I'm-" He groans, thrusts getting harder, faster-

"You're gonna cum?" He growls in your ear as he feels you clamping harder on his cock, the feeling of you fluttering around him bringing him to your high with you. "Huh? Are you? Answer me." Shinsou's hand grips your hair, pulling it and exposing the skin of your neck for him, open and vulnerable for him to leave marks.

The feeling of his hand in your hair, the kisses he leaves on every sensitive part of your neck, the way his teeth graze and sometimes bite your skin- it's all too much, your body shaking and back arching, you're close- so, so close that-

"I'm cumming- sir, please, I-"

"Cum for me then." Shinsou orders, voice breathy and shaking with the pleasure he's swimming in.

All it takes is for him to lean for another kiss, his tongue sliding in your mouth, and you're falling off the sweet edge, cries getting louder and body shaking with a ripping orgasm, you're clamping down on his cock like crazy, like you won't ever let him go, your dainty hands in his hair and hanging on his locks without care and fuck-

"Give me one more, baby, one more-" Shinsou grunts in your ear, lips grazing the shell as his fingers rub vigorous circles on your clit, "I know you have it in you, come on."

"I- I can't-" You try to speak, but it's all too much, your mind foggy, the tip of your tongue lolling out. "You can," Shinsou growls, orders. "You can and you will."

It's not much after your body convulses with yet another orgasm, hanging on Shinsou as he keeps fucking into you, and you know he's close.

"Come in me!" Your voice cries out to the man; you have your arms thrown around his neck, pulling him to yourself, want to be closer, closer, closer- "Please- come in me! I want to feel you- ah!"

You gasp as he gives you few last pumps, overstimulation making you flinch. Shinsou comes with a groan, teeth sinking into the conjunction of your neck and shoulders and causing you to cry out in pleasure mixes with a tint of pain.

Your eyes are falling as he pulls you to himself, closing his arms around you and holding you against his chest. You stay like that for a while, both too tired to even ask each other how you're doing. He finally slips out of your abused cunt, standing up to glance at you worriedly when you wince. "Sorry."

"How are you feeling?" You hear him grumble as he shuffles through the drawers, wetting the clean towel he pulled out from there. When he comes back, you also notice the bottle of medicine he has in his hands.

"Here, take this." He gives you the medicine and a cup of water, leaning towards you hesitantly. "Should I?" He brings the towel towards the between of your legs, but still keeps a distance.

When you nod, his soft touch ushers your legs to part. He grimaces when you wince at the contact with the towel, even when his touch is so light, but you endure it.

"I should help you out with those." You mutter, half-embarrassed as you inspect the angry red lines adorning his back and arms. His chest is littered with lovebites and marks you don't even remember leaving, and he chuckles when he drops his gaze to look for himself, as well.

"It's okay; you should rest." He laughs. "I'll take care of it later."

You nod, but you still feel his gaze on you as you push yourself deeper in the sheets, mind swimming in thoughts of-

"What are you going to do now?" Shinsou voices, and you notice he's back in his boxers and a shirt, hair in a little more shape. You blink a few times, not knowing how to answer, not knowing the answer, hands fisting the sheets in tight balls.

"I first wanted to go find Aizawa." You shrug, rubbing your eyes. "Before I came here, I mean."

He huffs out a surprised laugh, glancing at you with his brows raised. "That's a first." He mutters. "What's the occasion?"

A smile sneaks its way on your lips as you give him an unfazed shrug. "You think I'll tell you? Maybe I'll let you hear what it is when you take me to him."

Shinsou stays still for a second or so, the predatory glint he had a few minutes ago appearing once again in his indigo eyes. "My silly little baby," You feel two of his fingers graze the underside of your chin, tilting your gaze to meet his. "I thought we already agreed that I can make you do anything I say." You feel his breath on your lips, leaning to close the gape.

"Or should I teach you one more time?"

Unlikely duo

Hitoshi Shinsou x fem!reader x Katsuki Bakugou Category: nsfw

Warnings: double-penetration, gags, sex toys, rough sex and all that nasty stuff.

Word count: 2,925

A.n: I really didn’t think I would write about Bakugou and Shinsou working together, but now i’m thirsty for more content.  Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for editing this huge blob of text and being so supportive!

You were watching your favorite TV show for what felt like hours when your phone, usually dry as hell, notified you about a new message. 

 You raised your eyebrows, not pausing the episode, thinking it was just one of your friends wanting to hang out and finally finding time in their busy pro-hero lifes. A dumb thought, really. 

 You unlocked the phone and felt your heart almost jump out of your chest.

 Shinsou🔥: You up, kitten? 

You: yeah, why? 

 Your breath hitched in your throat, a wide smile spreading across your face. Shinsou was your boyfriend who got pretty busy with the hero work, usually. Occasions like these were rare. 

 You quickly got the answer.  

Shinsou🔥: I think u know why

 You: Oh?? 

Shinsou🔥: how fast can u get here? 

You: like ten mins, i think 

 You wrote back to him as quickly as possible, throwing your phone on your sofa before going to your closet. Rummaging through your closet, you found a tight, mini-dress. Taking off your sweatpants and oversized, plain tee, you slipped into the dress, admiring your reflection in the mirror. You had no bra and didn't even bother too look for one, knowing that Shinsou would rip it off as soon as you got to the bed. 

 Maybe a lipstick would add to the look? Yes, a lipstick is always a good choice. You started applying it, until when your phone buzzed again. In the hurry you were in you tried to ignore it, but the phone buzzed a few more times, catching your attention.

 Shinsou🔥: Im giving u six 

Shinsou🔥: If ur late

 Shinsou🔥: You'll get a punishment

Shinsou🔥: So better hurry, kitten 😉 

 As you read the text, you felt your lower part throb in excitement. You knew you would never make it in six minutes and Shinsou knew that too, yet you still hurried - not to be on time though, just because the throbbing was getting unbearable.

 So you applied your lipstick as fast as humanely possible, locked your apartment, almost ran down the stairs, and finally got into your car. 

 Slamming your foot down onto the gas pedal, you drove out of the apartment’s crowded parking lot as fast as you were able to. 

 You reached Shinsou's big, mansion-like house 11 minutes later but almost bumped into one of the parked cars in his driveway. 

 Wait, one of them? You climbed out of your car, forgetting your desire for a minute, examining the other car.

 Did he have unexpected guests? Should you text him? After thinking for a moment you just decided to ring the doorbell, sending an awfully annoying sounding sound throughout his house. 

 It felt like not even a second later that Shinsou opened the door wide open. He was standing there illuminated by the hallway lights, looking like he was built by gods, or rather, was a god himself. You wouldn't doubt that - from his messy lilac hair, to his defined, muscular yet lanky and tall build - he was perfect from head to toe. Like he was made by the gods, or maybe was a god himself.

  Oh, and he was standing in his boxers only. Your eyes trailed down to them, his already hard cock clearly visible as he growled. Not saying anything, he just grabbed you by your wrist and shut the door behind you. 

 He didn't wait any longer to wrap his toned arms around your frame, caressing the small of your back and simultaneously crashing his surprisingly soft lips into yours hungrily.

 You opened your mouth, letting his tongue explore your mouth. At that, he slipped one of his hands into your h/c locks, threading through them and deepening the kiss. Your hands found their place in his hair gently tugging at his purple strands, producing a pleased grunt from him.

 Shinsou stopped for a moment and then slowly bit down your bottom lip, making you let out a moan.

 Your tongues explored each other's mouths but you felt your lungs burn with the need for oxygen. You attempted to break the kiss, but Shinsou only deepened it. He only letting you go after you flushed bright red from the lack of air. 

 Gasping, you wiped away the trail of saliva from your already bruised lips with the back of your hand, eyes almost watering as you desperately catch your breath. Shinsou was drawing in short little breaths too, as if not to show that he needed air like a normal human being. 

 Shinsou had both of his arms linked around your frame, one now travelling up your body, slowly reaching your breast only to slightly raise his eyebrows when he realised that you weren't wearing a bra.

 "Was this my punishment for being late?" you asked, obviously teasing him in knowing that each one of your words would make him more rougher in bed. Oh, how much you loved it. "Your punishments have gotten pretty weak, Hitoshi."

 His lilac, never-seen-sleep eyes explored every inch of your face, from your beautiful features and plump lips to your e/c, clouded with desire eyes. He couldn't wait to ruin you.

 Two of his long fingers pinched your nipple, bringing out a moan from your lips and making you tilt your head back.

 "Have you seen the car in the driveway, kitten?" he asked as his hand squeezes your soft breast, wanting nothing more than to suck at the soft flesh of it. 

 "So, you bought me a car as a punishment" you managed to be smug even when your breasts were touched by one of the most known, popular heroes of Japan. "Hitoshi..?" the question ended with his name, rolling off your tongue.

 Oh, if only you knew what things that did to him. He was going to ruin your pretty little pussy, until the only thing you remember is his name.

 "You wanna know who that car belongs to, baby?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. You could've came right then and there, just from the deepness of his voice.

 You didn't need to think of an answer to his question though, as a loud, growly voice shouted from Shinsou's bedroom, almost making you jump and making Shinsou chuckle.

 "Oi, you losers coming or what?

 You couldn't believe your ears, your mouth almost hanging open. Shinsou's satisfied, smug grin growing wider. 

 "Bakugou..?" you asked, still not believing what you heard. 

 Shinsou nodded, not explaining anything further, as his hands moved away from your boobs to grab your wrists and leading you to your bedroom.

  If you couldn't believe your ears, then you definitely could believe your eyes. There he was, in all his glory - Katsuki fucking Bakugou. You felt yourself getting more wet by the second, containing yourself from drooling. 

 The angry blonde was standing in only his boxers, his abs glistening with every step he took towards you, blonde hair messy and a wide grin clearly painted onto his handsome face, that looked almost perfect at this moment. You swallowed the saliva that was beggining to pool in your mouth. What was he doing there? Shinsou was never the one to share you, unless it was someone he really trusted, like Kaminari. But other times, he was repeating how you were his, and only his; a dirty slut to fufill all of his needs and wishes. 

 You wondered what made him change his way of thinking. Was he dedicated to punishing you?

 "W-What's he doing here?" you finally managed to speak out, making both men in the room chuckle. You, on the other hand, were trying to keep your eyes away from Bakugou's dick that already looked enormously big, even through his boxers. 

 "Oh, I just thought that Ground Zero here, could join me on making your little punishment more harsh. He was always one hell of a yeller in our school days, maybe now he can make you yell as loudly tonight too huh, doll?" Hitoshi grinds into you from behind, arms snaking around your waist, his lewd words almost making you let out a moan, as Bakugou's grin grew wider and wider. 

 You felt your pussy throb once again. The idea of being fucked by not one, but two of them - the hottest heroes of Japan, made you even wetter, if that was possible 

 "You always did look at Bakugou like you wanted to be fucked by him too so," Hitoshi buried his smile in your hair, nibbling at your ear with his hot breath tickling it. "I'm going to let him do. whatever. he. wants. with. you." every one of his words came out slowly, dragged out, almost making your knees buckle.

 Shinsou let you go, gently pushing you towards the hot-headed hero as he took a seat in the empty, comfy armchair, watching the show unfold. Your face was clearly painted with shock, since you expected Shinsou to be there too.

 Neither him, nor Bakugou seemed to see or, more likely, care about how confused you were. Bakugou was quick, not even undressing you, just ripping your short dress in half. You let out a yelp, as he fondled your already sensitive breasts, his mouth nibbling at one of the nipples, making you draw in a breath through tightly-clenched teeth as he bit down on it, tugging before letting go.

 He gives the other nipple the same attention, but his other hand was playing with the waistband of your panties. 

 You grabbed on to his broad shoulders as he sucked on your hardened nipple, but then he delivered a harsh slap to your ass that made your pussy clench around nothing. You didn't try to deny it - you always liked it harsh.

 "Look at your face," growled Bakugou as he chuckles, “All desperate for me to fuck you, aren't ya'?” he asked, tugging at your panties with one hand still on your ass. 

 You didn't dare to answer but then he landed another harsh smack, this time more painful, making you yelp in pain. 

 You nodded as an answer to his previous question. 

 "Use your words." he demanded, drawing hand back to smack your ass again.

 "Yes!" you shouted, before he could hit your bum but he still did it, catching you by surprise. 

 "If you want me to fuck you..." he taunted you, slowly kissing your neck, sucking on the soft skin only drawing away to continue. "If you want me to put my big cock into your tight little pussy." He was leaving a trail of hickeys all down to your collarbones. "To fuck you until you can't even speak. Then." he let his teeth sink into your soft flesh, making you whimper, hiding his smile by biting down harder. "You have to suck my cock first. Get on your knees, slut." 

 He took a step away from you and you instantely dropped to your knees, hitting the cold wood floor. The name he called you made you even more desperate.

 Bakugou's face lit up at your obedience, but when he got rid of his boxers, he froze for a moment. 

 "Oi, purple hair, you have nipple clamps and all that shit?" 

 Your eyes went wide, at the mention of that.

 Hitoshi, sitting in the armchair, stood to his feet, reaching an all-to-familiar closet and pulling one of the drawers wide open. 

 "Come take a look." he offered, sitting back.

 Bakugou ran his eyes through all the stuff that was there. Who could've thought that Shinsou Hitoshi and his little, beautiful slut were such a kinky couple behind closed doors? This drawer held everything he could think and not think of using.

 In the end he came back with only nipple clamps. He put nimple clamps on your nipples, cold metal and the feeling making you shiver. He ran his hand through your hair, grabbing a handful, pulling you a bit up from the ground. You were a bit confused. What did he want? It hurt when he pulled your hair like that. That's when he pulled out a big veiny vibrator he had also took from the drawer. Your eyes widened at the sight of it. Oh how you hated that toy. Hitoshi had only used it twice - one time when you were drunk and flirted with Shoto Todoroki and another time when you kissed Kaminari on the lips, when you both found youselves awkwardly standing under the mistletoe, and every one of those times it hurt like a bitch.

 "D-Don't use it, it will hurt." you mumbled, looking at Bakugou with a pleading look but he just squatted down, still holding your hair in a tight hold while removing your panties and leaving you bare.

 "Oh, I know it will," assured Bakugou, smile never wavering. "Now be a good fucking slut and sit on it." 

 Your eyes widened once again as he pushed the vibrator right under your bare pussy, lining it with your opening. You weren't even stretched out or ready, your only lube being your own juices. 

 "Bakugou, I'm not even read-" he didn't wait for you to finish your sentence, harshly sitting you down on the huge dildo, making your scream out through the room. It slowly stretched you out, making you scream even more when Bakugou pushed it in even deeper. Your tight walls were pulsating on it, pain almost unbearable, making you pant and groan. 

 "That's what I like to see." laughed Bakugou. "Now, your sweet boyfriend over there," he nodded towards Hitoshi, sitting on his armchair, legs crossed. "Has control over the vibrator remote. Don't know how high he'll set it, but if you come before I do, you're gonna regret that, slut." 

 You couldn't help but let out a moan. Even with the discomfort that the cold silicone thing inside you was giving, the thought of being used and abused by the handsome blond right before you was tempting. Bakugou threaded both his hands through your hair and you understood that there was no chance that he would let you go at your own pace. His cock looked even more big at this angle, it was a tad bit shorter than Hitoshi's, but definitely thicker. The vein at the underside of his cock made you lick your lips.

 "You really want my cock, huh?" gruffed Bakugou, and without any doubt pushed into your already open mouth. He was going slowly, not reaching your throat just yet. Just then, you felt the vibrator start buzzing inside you, making you open up wider and letting Bakugou slide in deeper. 

 His thrusts started getting faster, causing you to let out a muffled gag with almost every single one of them. That's when Shinsou turned up the power, overwhelming you to almost roll your eyes back. Your walls clenched around the toy, the fast pace that Bakugou set being almost too much to handle.

 He groaned, rutting his hips making you choke, but he didn't stop there, no. He pulled you towards him, not minding the choking and saliva already dripping down your chin. He didn't stop when your nose hit his pubes, now blocking your already limited ability to breathe through your nose. 

 The vibrator’s power increased once again, this time by a lot, you moan around Bakugou's cock, compelling him to let out a low moan. He held your hair even more tight, and snapped his hips even at the more animalistic pace.

 You grabbed his thigh, trying to remind him that you needed to breathe, but he only laughed. 

 The little ball of pleasure at the bottom of your belly started increasing and you couldn't even think about stopping yourself, when the sudden increase of the vibrator's speed became unbearable, making you come fast and hard, unable to breathe, white dots painting your vision, moaning around the cock that was stuffed down your throat, riding out your orgasm. 

 "You came," Bakugou spit out, almost disguisted and pushed you off his cock, making you gag at the loss of it, cheeks bright red, from the lack of air and embarrassment, "I wasn't even half-way there." 

 You still moaned, eyes rolling up, dildo working as hard in your tight hole that was already too stretched out at this point. It was almost not that bad at this point, even though it was literally pushed into you with no foreplay. 

 "Turn it off, eye-bags," he scoffed. "I have a better idea." 

 Shinsou surprisingly complied and you pouted, now only left with the unpleasant throbbing around a big dildo. 

 Bakugou once again, lifted you up by your hair, one hand harshly pulling the toy out of your hole and throwing it to the side. "Take a gag and come here." he ordered to your purple-haired boyfriend, who, without your knowledge, had been pumping his cock to the view the whole time and was now even harder than before.

 Shinsou searched through the drawer when he finally came, a cock-shaped gag with a strap on in his hands.

 "Put it in her mouth." once again ordered Bakugou, taking a step away. Shinsou looked down at you, pushing your hair away from your face the look in his eyes loving.

 "Open up, kitten." he requested and you obediently did so, to which he smiled. He slipped it in your mouth, the cock almost hitting your throat, but even if not, still making your jaw ache. Hitoshi clipped the lock behind your head and secured it tightly. You were now left without an ability to speak. 

 Then he pulled out a collar, one that was very familiar to you. Now without you being able to say anything, you couldn't say that you were against his fucking pet-play. 

 His cold hands ghosted your neck, giving it one soft squeeze, as if testing the waters and then he secured the collar around your neck. He made it way too tight. It seemed like both of them wanted you to suffocate today. 

 He led you to bed where Bakugou was already waiting. Shinsou took you by the shoulders, softly biting at your shoulder blades. 

 "You ready for Bakugou's cock, kitten?" You awkardly nodded, the cock stuffed into your mouth, making it sore. Bakugou lined up with your entrance as Shinsou was now held your waist, slowly easing you down on Bakugou's cock, the blond growling at the feeling of how tight you were.

 Even after you've been stretched out by the dildo, it still hurt and you felt tears start roll down your checks, but Hitoshi was quick to kiss them away while holding you tightly from behind. He turned your face to the side, kissing your gagged lips. 

 You were thankful for the care, but you just wanted to feel Bakugou move inside you. Wondering how good he'll actually feel. You wiggled your butt, trying to get him to move, or make Shinsou move you but you only got a harsh smack landed on your already sore ass

. "Don't even dare moving, kitten." hissed Hitoshi, danger lurking somewhere in his tone, making you quiver. "If you do, I just might have to tighten the collar and shove my own dick down your throat instead of this silicone shit." the thought made you shiver and clench harder on Katsuki's cock.

 "Woah, she's really a little fuckin' masochist, isn't she?" asked Bakugou, as if you weren't even in the room. 

 "Yeah, that's the best part." chuckled Hitoshi, his long fingers ghosting over your breasts, squeezing them like some kind of stress ball. You sat there, on Bakugou's cock, while Hitoshi whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do to you when finally, Bakugou snarled.

 "Enough with the dirty talk, just stuff your dick in already, ya' freak." he growled , making your eyes as wide as plates. 

 With your main hole occupied, you were most certainly sure he would take your other hole, but you didn't even want to think about it - if he had the same mindset as Bakugou today, then this was gonna hurt. You couldn't handle another cock showed down your hole again, you might just rip in half. 

 "Don't worry, he's not gonna ruin your sweet little asshole." chuckled Bakugou. He didn't show that at all, but he just wanted to move as fast as possible. The way your walls squeezed his cock was making him crazy. 

 That's when it hit you and you started thrashing around, only to be stopped by Hitoshi's death grip that was most definitely going to leave bruises.

 "I know what you're thinking, but your hole won't rip if you take two cocks at once." he assured, slowly lining up with your entrance from behind, and then leaning against your ear. "And even if it does, do I look like a give a shit?" With that, he slowly slid in, making you scream around the gag. Grabbing onto Katsuki’s shoulders, you dug your nails into causing him to groan. 

 Shinsou never ever tried shit like that, even when he invited Kaminari to join and spice things up.

 When he was fully in he stopped, letting you adjust. You couldn't help but draw short breaths through your nose, trying to get adjusted to being stretched out so so much. You felt so full, that you couldn't even think clearly. 

 The boys waited another moment, until they started moving, slowly and evenly at first, but then taking different rhythms, making it feel so much better.

 Shinsou played with your breasts, softly caressing your skin with his lips, calling you kitten, love and babe while thrusting slowly and deeply. 

 Bakugou, on the other hand, circled fast circles onto your clit with the pads of his fingers, shouting at you all these profanities, calling you a cock-hungry slut, a bitch and all that, while his thrusts were shallow and piercingly quick, sometimes deeper.

 Both boys groaned and it still hurt, but the pain was forming into mind-clouding, hot pleasure and you moaned into the gag, when you felt Shinsou tug at your collar, making you let out a choke at which, his thrusts got faster. 

 The bundle of pleasure was once again beggining to pool at the bottom of your belly, white dots painting your vision, their thrusts and dirty words taking you into a whole new level of pleasure. 

 They came almost at the same time, painting your inner walls with their hot seed, and you came soon after, stars dotting your vision, eyes rolling back, breathing deeply, slumping back to Shinsou's chest, trying to not close your eyes. 

 They didn't pull out just yet and their hot cum was beggining to spill out, at which, Shinsou groaned. 

 "Pull out." he ordered to Bakugou and the other male groaned at the displeasure. 

 "Fuck off." he answered, not following his orders.

 "Pull out or I'll never ever even consider inviting you to one of our little sessions." growled Shinsou and you squeezed on their cocks, making them slightly growl. "I might as well invite Kaminari or Midorya." 

 Just from hearing the latter name, Bakugou's brows furrowed and he hesitantly pulled out, leaving you with only Shinsou's cock. 

 He somehow still having the energy and was hard once again. Shinsou pushed you on all fours and fucked their mixed seed into you, making you moan around the gag. 

 Bakugou got under you, lifting his head up, taking off the nipple clamps to suck on your sensitive nipples and that's when you realised that oh, this was far from over. 

 You were stupid for thinking that they would satisfy themselves with just sticking both of their cocks into your tight little hole.

 The rest of the evening was just them switching between who got to fuck you and arguing about it, until they just took the gag out and after that you couldn't even tell who's cock it was in your mouth and who's in your hole. You didn't really care, you were too wasted to care.

 But even when you couldn't think straight anymore as you were shouting out their names mindessly, you still managed to think that this was the best punishment Shinsou had thought of yet.

 And somewhere, deep down, you hoped to be punished again and again and again.

MHA BOYS NSFW HEADCANNONS

[•~featuring- AGED UP!! Izuku Midoryia, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, Hitoshi Shinsou~•]

[•~a/n- haven't written in months!! excuse my writing but im getting back into it!! send requests!!, TY FOR 1K FOLLOWS 🙏🏼~•]

₊˚⊹♡ Izuku Midoryia

-Definitely a closeted pervert. have you seen the way he reacts around other girls?? you can't tell me that he hasn't watched a whole bunch of porn. his mind is definitely filthy and has no limits, very imaginative.

- but he tries his best to hide it, of course. he gets really embarrassed knowing that he's fantasizing about such sexual ideas and how it isn't right, but he can't help it when you wear those low cut shirts that expose your cleavage so well, or whenever your skirt rides up your thighs, showing off so much skin he doesn't even know what to do.

-100% a tits guy. any size is perfect to him, because to him it's not about the size. as long as he can grope and squish them or even seeing your hardened nipples poke through the thin fabric of your shirts. It's just enough to get him going.

-he gets super shy the first couple times you two do fuck. I'm talking constant rambling, the cherry red blushed cheeks and all those whimpers. he really doesn't know how to act. he's been waiting for the moment your soft delicate hands wrap around the base of his cock, or when he could feel your slick walls tighten around his shaft. he's been dreaming of this night for so long, he can't believe it's actually happening.

-he gets fucked out so so quickly. it's already so hard to not just cum as soon as he enter your tight wet walls. so after a couple thrusts he's mumbling about how good you feel and how much he loves you. when he gets closer, his hips buck into yours in an unsteady pace. his thrusts are more shaky and harder as he's whispering both quiet praises and curse. shutting his eyes tightly as he reaches his high, mouth slightly agape too.

-he loves eating. he prefers giving rather than receiving, simply because he'd rather please you. hearing your soft angelic sounds and watching as your face reacts with every little thing he does is already enough to make him cum. like I said, he has watched so much porn, he has analyzed them for moments like this. and he's analyzing you too. taking mini mental notes of what makes your hips shuffle, or what makes your cries go a pitch higher. he's so good at giving head, it makes you question if he even is a virgin anymore.

₊˚⊹♡ Katsuki Bakugo

-a throat fucker. you could start off going slow and taking him in little by little, but every time you end up with mascara smeared all over your eyes, spit mixed with precum dripping down your chin. and your mouth full of his cum. bakugo gets impatient, and needs to feel your throat around his cock. he's thrusting into your mouth like he doesn't care that your sobbing, gagging on his cock so hard your stomach aches, because he knows you like it when he's rough with you.

-he's an ass guy. and back shots with him are like no other. he bends you over his work desk, arms pinned to the middle of your back as hers leading his leaky tip to your entrance, ramming it in. a hand sneaks over to the fat of your ass, grabbing a handful as he waits for you to adjust to his size. after all he isn't that mean to make you feel pain. once you give him the green light, he instantly starts pounding into you, watching the as your plush ass ripples with every thrust. even spanking it a couple times.

-prefers to cum on you. don't get him wrong he loves to cum inside, his ego only grows as he watches his cum drips out your hole. but seeing your face, your gorgeous face decorated with the opaque ribbons of his cum, it feeds the possessive side of him. knowing that you're only his. but cumming on your ass? it's just enough to get fully hard again and ready for round two.

-imagine katsuki having you on your stomach, your upper half being shoved into the mattress by one hand. the other hand gripping onto your mouth. he didn't tell you to be quiet, because he doesn't want you to be. he loves hearing your pleas and mewls but he knows how loud you are. the neighbors would be pissed if they heard you two all night. but you enjoy this moment ever more. the angle he's holding you at makes his angry tip ram into that spongey spot repeatedly. making his attempts to silence you go to waste.

-he gets jealous super easily. especially if he notices you're hanging out with Midoryia more than him. you're his. and only his so why should he have to share someone like you with anybody else? he needs you to understand who you belong to, so jealousy sex is a common thing for you two. he's a lot rougher with you, doesn't show you any mercy. he'll keep edging until he gets tired of it, bring you so close to your high only to pull out last second. he needs to let out his frustration some how.

-his favorite position is definitely doggystyle. like I mentioned he's a big ass guy, but he likes the position mainly because you're at his mercy. he controls the speed, going painfully slow or brain numbingly fast. he craves power and control. a big hair puller too, the position allows him to yank on your hair whenever he wishes too. mainly to make you moan louder, or to bring make you listen to all the humiliating things he has to say about you.

₊˚⊹♡ Eijiro Kirishima

-definitely talks you through it. he is big. and he knows it. so the first time he slides himself in, he's peppering you with many kisses to your forehead. holding your hand and telling you about how well you're taking him. he pushes himself in, slowly snd gently do he doesn't hurt you two much. he would hate to see you cry. just reminding you there's only a little bit more to go, snd when you do take all of him in. he tells you how proud of you he is. he's such a sweet gentleman<3

"c'mon just a couple more, I know you can do it princess..."

"you did it baby, took me so well, you feelin' alright?"

-he loves hand holding. mainly because of the size difference. your hand is so much smaller than his. your palms are gentle and soft, contrasting his own. he fingers curl around yours perfectly, almost like they were meant to be together. but his favorite part is whenever you squeeze his hand. it makes him feel so strong. like you're telling him you feel safe with him, he just loves all the intimacy.

-he's a decent eater, he can get the job done of course. but nothing will ever compare to his fingers. they're long and wide, and at the perfect size to make you see stars. his digits curl just right while they thrust repeatedly. and his thumb is focused on your clit, rubbing smooth tiny circles on the bud. making your back arch and pelvis shake from the pleasure.

-hes such a gentleman, and he prioritizes your pleasure of his. one way he shows you this is by always making sure you cum before him. no matter what the situation is. he could pissed at you, but he'd still make sure that you cream all over his wide fingers before focusing on his own throbbing erection.

-is super big on consent. he does not play around about that. he would never EVER want to hurt you in any way, so he always triple checks to make sure you're okay with everything. always asking before he slips your panties of you, or reminding you that you don't need to force yourself for him. he also does not play about that mumbling stuff. he needs to hear an audible answer from you're lips before he can continue.

"you know better than that baby, c'mon use your words"

₊˚⊹♡ Hanta Sero

-he's such a tease. always leading you on, whether that be the heated make out sessions, or the way he whispers dirty things into your ear in public. he'll even pretend that he didn't just tell you how much he wants to bend you over the restaurant table and fuck you dumb Infront of all the people here. he doesn't actually mean it, it's all just to rile you up for later.

-has a big humiliation kink. it's so selfish but he can't help it. hanta lives to see your cheeks flush a baby pink as you hide your face away from him. he find it's so cute, knowing how easily he can break apart your attitude so quickly. he's always reminding you of how dirty you sound moaning for him like this, or how pathetic you look struggling to take all of him in your mouth.

-a big wrist holder. type of guy to always pin your wrists above your head as his hips buck into you swiftly. you're at his grace and he has all the control right now, which he tease you about of course. you look so desperate and downright helpless being held like this that's he can't help but remind you of it.

-this ties in with humiliation, but he also has a really bad dumbification kink. he wants to fuck you so dumb you won't even be able to straight for the rest of the night. whenever he's thrusting up into you as you run your mouth babbling about how good he's making you feel, hanta just wears the most shit eating grin ever. because everything you're saying doesn't make sense, not even in the slightest but his ego boosts exponentially knowing he can get you in a state like this.

-he loves THIGHS. especially if they have stretch marks or cellulite on them. he finds them so appealing. your thighs looks so soft and plushy, he can't help but just want to lay on them. but his favorite thing about them is whenever he's eating you out and you squeeze them around his head just right. gosh it feels like he's about to suffocate to death, but he wouldn't even be mad about it. he'd let you crush him with your thighs any day of the week.

-if you had one complaint about hanta, it would be about how many hickeys he would leave on you. after every night you'd wake up to finding hickeys all over your body. you see it as mainly annoying yet a little cute, but hanta does it just for both his own pleasure and for his possessiveness. seeing you marked up because of him just turns him on so much especially seeing your inner thighs decorated in the purplish red bruises. everyone knows who gave you all them too, giving him the greedy satisfaction he craves.

₊˚⊹♡ Denki Kaminari

-he is such a pervert. and he doesn't even hide it. now he's not like mineta, he's not going to go around and flirt with every girl he sees and harass them. no, his eyes are only focused on you. and just you. and whatever he does, he always makes sure that you're okay with it of course but that's not stopping him from whispering dirty things in your ears when you're in public. the worst part is, whenever you confront him about it he'll play dumb, acting like nothing ever happened.

-both an ass and tits guy. denki can't just pick one, they're both so hot to him. lowcut and tight shirts have him in a chokehold. he loves the way your boobs are somewhat exposed in low cut shirts, and tight shirts that show you're figure make him feel all mushy. but on top of that, he's a sucker for short miniskirts and short shorts. anything which just reveals your shape just makes him want to act up.

-the biggest tease you'll ever meet. he will mes with you about everything. did you just squirt on him? yeah he's never letting you forget that. oh did you want him to go faster? he'll make sure to go extra slow for you. he does it all just to make you angry (he finds it oddly hot seeing you annoyed) but his favorite part is teasing the tip of his cock into your entrance. no matter how much you beg for him, he'll repeat his painfully annoying little actions. only stopping whenever he feels like you've waited enough. overall he's just so unserious.

-D1 eater. that man knows what he's doing. well scratch that, no he doesn't. he doesn't know what he's doing to be real with you, he's eating mainly for his own selfish pleasure. drool and arousal is all over his chin but he doesn't care, he hasn't had enough yet. his tongue is thrusting into your hold viciously as a finger is rubbing desperate circles on your bud, even sending a couple light zaps to help him stimulate you.

-his favorite position is definitely cowgirl. it's the way you're on full display for him, tits bouncing as you grind yourself on him. he also likes the position because it allows you to have control. denki is a big switch and wouldn't mind you taking the lead for once, and if he needs to he won't hesitate to lift you up by the hips and thrust up into you.

-BIG dumbification kink. for both himself and you. seeing you so cock-drunk turns him on so much, because you look so good. your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as your eyes are half lidded and hazy. but on the other side, he wants you to the same to him. denki secretly wants you to ride him so well that he short circuits and can't think straight. the effect your wet clammy pussy has on him puts him in a trance.

₊˚⊹♡ Hitoshi Shinsou

-LOVES THIGHS. he is 100% a thigh guy. he doesn't care what you do to him. you could try to crush his head and he'd thank you for it. his favorite part though, is whenever you sit down and your skirt rides up your thighs, exposing so much more. just seeing your bare exposed thighs only makes his thoughts even worse than normal.

-headboard grabber!! he definitely is rough with his thrusts and grips the headboard to steady himself. and he looks so good doing it. imagine hitoshi, all sweaty and looking back down at you with his natural sleepy eyes as you both lose yourself to the overwhelming pleasure. he looks absolutely majestic.

-hes definitely into somno. of course he'd only act on it if he had your consent. but once you gave him the okay, the stars aligned for hitoshi. we all know he's an insomniac and that he usually has trouble sleeping, so it's not unusual to wake up, feeling his girth stretching you out in the middle of the night. he'd try to be super gentle and soft at first so you didn't wake up. but he gets impatient quickly and ends up risking it, usually always waking you up.

-A BIG HAIR PULLER. loves to pull your hair, mainly to force you to keep eye contact with him and so he can you're fucked out expression. and the mewl you let out whenever he tugs on your hair extra harshly makes him want to let loose right there. but he's also a big sucker for getting his own hair pulled too. your soft delicate fingers getting entangled in his dark lavender locks,the sensation is merely indescribable.

-he loves it whenever you praise him. he'll act like he doesn't care about it much, but deep down his heart is pounding rapidly. just hearing how good he's making you feel, especially with your shaky voice. it's such a turn on for him. whenever you praise him about anything he melts, feeling so confident in himself. which only lead him to be even more determined to make each time unforgettable

-face sitting with hitoshi is such an experience. imagine this, you've begged him to let you try it, just so you could understand the hype behind it. and hitoshi agrees, pretending to not be just as excited as you. (he's been dreaming of his head being squished with your thighs). but once you lay your cunt over his face, he gets to work. now im not going to lie, yes not the best eater but this position makes up for everything. this man is eating like he's been starved for months. and don't you dare try to live yourself off him, he's only going to pull you back down.

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