#sub shinso

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you go to a Halloween party with shinsou wearing matching costumes, but he can hardly control himself around you. he drags you to the bathroom and eats a diff type of candy that night lol

NSFW

(What costume would it be? Hmmm.....how about Ghostface couple costume.)

You had him in between your legs sucking and slurping at your sex like there was no tomorrow. You brushed his hair back and kept the cheap drug store Ghostface mask over his eyes while he lapped at your release. He was eager to please you tonight. Something about seeing you in a costume that matched his own had him feral. He ignored the ache he felt in between his legs.

Nothing was left clean. Cum oozed out of his jeans and your release was all over his face. He was a blushing red mess in between your legs and he didn't mind it at all. He enjoyed what came after. Your hands on his head, nails scrapping his scalp, and kisses all over his face. He would never have it any other way.

#shinsou x reader #shinsou x y/n #shinsou x gn!reader #shinso x reader #shinso x you #shinso x gn! reader #shinso hitoshi #mha #bnha #ask #dd answers #dd speaks #my hero academia #dom reader #sub shinso

[subbyalbedo]

Kinktober Day 8 - SOMNOPHILIA with Hitoshi Shinso

Warnings: smut, somnophilia, probably cursing, cumming inside, unprotected sex, female dom!reader x sub!shinso, use of mistress, consensual

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You had seemingly just fallen asleep when you were awakened again. Glancing around the room, it was still dark, and the clock read 2:58.

You were about to roll over and go back to sleep, when you saw what had woken you. Shinso was sleeping next to you, as always, but he was letting out little whimpers.

You peered at him, trying to see what was the matter, when he thrusted his hips forward, letting out a needy whine.

Oh.

Oh.

A grin spread across your face.

Lightly pushing his sleep shorts down, you brushed your hand gently across his hard dick.

You had both talking about doing this in passing, but now that it was actually happening, you were feeling giddy.

The thought that he had no conception of what was happening, the thought that you could do whatever you wanted to him in this state, made you aroused enough to feel ready to take him immediately, but first you decided to get him even more needy.

Rubbing his nipples gently, you brought a knee up to his crotch. His head fell onto your shoulder, and as he humped into your leg, he let out little grunts with each thrust.

"Good boy." You cooed quietly, as you softly brushed his hair out of his face.

You gazed at him, his eyes remaining closes even with his face scrunched up with pleasure.

"M-mistress."

Your eyes widened at the title. It was true you had always been the dominant one in your relationship, but there had never really been any titles used.

His mumbled words made you ready to take him, to use him, just like a toy.

Undressing yourself, you stroked his cock, rubbing the pre around. Bringing your soaked entrance to his tip, you immediately sunk down, wet enough to take you almost all the way down.

Hitoshi moaned at the wet tightness, but was still lost in his dream.

Slowly rocking your hips, his eyes started fluttering, but they soon closed again.

You were ready to wake him up. Lifting yourself off of his dick, you quickly sat back down again, and you grabbed his wrists to pin them above his head.

This time, he woke up, eyes blinking blearily before taking in the situation and widening.

"Oh fuuuck." He groaned, unable to keep up with what was happening as you grinned at him, continuing to ride him a bruising pace.

From the sounds he was making, and the neediness in his actions, you could tell he was already close. You were too.

"You wanna come, baby?"

He could barely focus on your words, but he managed a weak "yes, y/n please".

Remembering what he had said before, you smirked. "Don't you mean Mistress?"

You grinned as he froze, gazing up at you with shining eyes.

Purposefully clenching down on him, you pointedly looked at him until he let out a "please, mistress", and you took him into a kiss as you felt him hitting all the right places inside you, "come for me."

As he let go, he let out a loud moan, cum shooting inside you. The feeling of him hitting his high led you into your own, tightening before letting go, waves of pleasure shooting through you.

As you both came down, Hitoshi still looked shocked at your actions.

Pulling him closer in your arms, you let yourself relax.

"So, what were you dreaming about?"

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a/n

sorry, this was really bad. I'm trying to get everything done for kinktober, and some things are being more prioritized, and I know this fic was kinda crappy

anyway, check out some of my other fics, theyre definitely better than this

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#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #dom reader #dom reader smut #sub character smut #smut #my hero academia #somnophilia #sub!shinso #sub shinso hitoshi

[univvrse]

the coven (chapter 12)

minors dni

reader x bakugou x shinsou x kaminari x kirishima

cw: sub reader, smut, penetrative sex, threesome kinda idk

Coven- a formation of at least three or more vampires

He told you they were dangerous- why didn't you believe him?

previous parts can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

1.3k words

Back in Hitoshi's room, Eijiro had been back for a while- you were sandwiched between him and Hitoshi on the purple haired man’s black sheets. Thanks to the two of theirs’ incredibly low body heat you were a perfect cool temperature. You were wearing only an oversized t-shirt that Hitoshi had procured for you from his floor. Hitoshi was wearing some gym shorts that- you guessed it- he had also found somewhere on his floor. Eijiro had come back from Denki’s room with no shirt- presumably having taken it off during whatever they had been doing over there- and now he was only in the jeans he had been wearing earlier. Hitoshi spoke up, “so are you going to tell her or should I.” “Dude don’t it literally doesn’t matter,” he replied- giving Hitoshi a warning glance. “Wait, tell me what?” “Eijiro is so fucking hard right now,” Hitoshi spoke up before Eijiro could stop him. “Oh my god, it literally doesn’t matter.” “It clearly does if you keep thinking about it Eijiro.” “Y/N don’t worry about it- it’ll go away.”

Your eyes narrowed- “do you want me to- um- help you out with that Eijiro,” you asked- you sat up. “I mean- yeah I do- but I don’t want to push you too far today.” “You’re not pushing me too far at all- I’d love to help you out actually,” you looked into his eyes- pouting slightly and silently begging for him to fuck you again. He didn’t say anything for a moment and the room was perfectly silent other than your breathing. “So, are you going to let her or what?” Hitoshi asked. “Fuck- yeah, who am I kidding? Of course, I am.”

You smiled about that- you took a short breath in to speak but his arms almost instantly wrapped around you. Pulling you into his lap. You straddled him- almost immediately pressing kisses onto his lips. He had completely winded you in a single moment and you felt as if there was no more oxygen in the entire world. He wasted no time in pulling his jeans down. He lifted his hips for a moment to help him take them off. You squeaked slightly at the sudden movement- before you could complain he had already kicked them off his feet and left them somewhere around the footboard of Hitoshi’s bed. This action left him in just his boxers, his erection pressing upwards against your bare cunt.

Before your eyes could comprehend what was happening Hitoshi was behind you, his chest pressing against your back- kissing your neck softly. His cold presence behind you pushed you into Eijiro, almost forcing you to grind your hips against him. The red-head groaned at the action his hands quickly finding purchase at your hips- digging his nails into them sharply. With a soft hand, you reached downwards- finding the waistband of his boxers- pulling them down just low enough to reveal his cock. It was impressively hard, probably harder than you had seen it prior.

A sigh left your throat- quickly turning to a gasp as you felt Hitoshi reach between your legs; he frisked around there for a split second until he found what he was looking for- your clit. He immediately started abusing the nub- you begin to fold in on yourself, having just had an orgasm like, 30 minutes prior. Another set of hands were quickly on your cunt as Eijiro began to line up his cock with your twitching pussy. The feeling of being wanted so intensely by these two men was intoxicating- addicting almost.

It was like the most excruciatingly brilliant mix of heaven and hell. You felt dirty- about to have sex with two men at once. Scratch that- two fucking vampires at once. You let your soul be damned as you felt Eijiro began to slip his dick into you with ease- your hole still wet with Hitoshi’s cum. You let out small moans and whimpers at the feeling- Hitoshi continued to play with your clit as Eijiro finally eased you down so you were fully seated on him, and he was fully inside you. Eijiro allowed you a moment to get used to the feeling, grabbing you by the back off your neck- pulling you away from Hitoshi’s advances and kissing you fully and passionately on the lips.

It became a sort of game for them for a few minutes- Eijiro pulling you somehow closer and Hitoshi would have to chase after you- they exchanged warning glances at each other, each wanting to keep you for themselves. This continued until you had Eijiro completely pinned up against the headboard, there wasn’t a millimetre of space between the two of you.

Just as you began to get used to the feeling of one of them on either side of you- Eijiro began to finally move inside of you. He was much faster this time than he was previously- he had clearly been desperate for release for a long time, you tried to grind your hips down against him, trying yet failing miserably. The man was clearly desperate for you, whimpers and moans fell from his lips. You threw your head back, resting it on Hitoshi’s shoulder, granting him full access to your neck. He sucked and bit at your neck like a man starved. You arched your back- practically pushing your tits into Eijiro’s face. Eijiro took advantage of the position- quickly releasing his lips from yours and wrapping them around one of your nipples- sucking salaciously on the nub. The two men drew ungodly sounds from your lips, sounds you didn’t know it was possible for people to make. They were going to be the death of you.

The red-head’s pace never faltered- making incredible use of his inhuman gifts to bounce you on his lap. Hitoshi was just as unrelenting, and you were almost certain that you would have no skin left on your neck in the morning with the way he was sucking and nipping at it. Hitoshi’s fingers that had been pressed against your clit had only sped up. The two of theirs’s stamina was insane. They were both absolutely ravenous for the sounds that spilled from your throat- they were both hungry as wolves. Sandwiched between them like this you felt like their prey.

You felt as if they had hunted far and wide for you- just to have the opportunity to have you like this- perfectly at their will. The room was deafeningly loud, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing clearly against the four walls of Hitoshi’s bedroom. You weren’t even touching Hitoshi at all and yet he was still louder than you had ever thought anyone would be during sex before you had it. Almost inexplicably, Eijiro’s pace hastened even more, his mouth leaving your tit and instead leaning behind you, brazenly pulling Hitoshi’s lips away from you for a moment to press fierce, passionate kisses against the purple haired man’s lips.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, need you to cum first- can you do that for me?” he asked you. You nodded quickly; your eyes squeezed shut from the practically blinding pleasure. The feeling of your orgasm built quickly. An intense pleasure that you initially defended yourself from for a few minutes. Both of the vampires quickened their pace, the white-hot pleasure forced you to surrender, and you felt heaven break over you. You convulsed in their grasp, your legs tensing around Eijiro- holding him inside of you. It was so intense you slipped into some sort of haze; the feeling of Eijiro’s cum spilling inside of you, stuffing you full, was mostly lost to you.

You didn’t register fully what was happening until you were pulled away from the two of them and under Hitoshi’s blankets. One of them peppered light kisses against your cheeks. You hadn’t realised one of them had left until you felt a slightly damp towel slip between your legs. The feeling of sleep had mostly overtaken you- the last thing you felt before falling into the world of sleep was the two of theirs’s cold hands wrapping around you. There, you felt safe.

#my hero academia #vampire #vampire au #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #no beta we die like men #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsou #mha smut #bnha smut #fem reader #sub!reader

[anime-addict-362]

Shinsou's Safe Place

Request: Hi! First of all - love your work, you're an amazing writer. Second, would you be open to do some sub hitoshi? ummm maybe sum starting with angst - maybe he feels not good enough/too villainous and y/n has to fuck it out of him?

A/N: Thanks for requesting :))) And sorry it took so long! I ran into some issues along the process of making it. I didn't know if fucking it out of him meant pegging or not, since I do write a lot of pegging things but I was already halfway through and it seemed too late to ask. I went ahead and stuck with just normal sex, since not everyone is into the whole pegging thing.

CW: Nsfw, Top (female) Y/N, Bottom Shinsou, Shinsou needs assurance, oral (receiving), fingering (receiving), hand job, riding, Shinsou begs a lot, Y/N likes teasing, some fluff in the end

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Shinsou hadn't always been the most confident. There was always one insecurity or another poking at his mind whenever he was out of his house. His house was his safe space.

Alone in his smaller house, with all his needs and wants. He lived practically in the middle of nowhere, no neighbors, just trees and field. He was alone and he liked it like that.

No one was around to tell him to turn his music down, or tell him that he HaD tO WeAr PaNtS. Losers.

ESPECIALLY no one was around to tell him that he had to sleep at a regular time or couldn't have ice cream for dinner. He had no rules in his house. He had no insecurities in his house. It was HIS safe place.

Then Y/N came along.

He bumped into her in a train station, and completely knocked her down. Shinsou was quick to apologize and help her up. She looked awfully familiar but he couldn't think of her name.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay," He asked, grabbing her hand to help her onto her feet.

"Uh, yeah, I'm okay," He watched as she quickly went digging into her bag, then frowned. "My camera broke though."

"Fuck, okay, how much was it," He pulled his wallet out, at the view of the completely shattered camera.

"Nah, it's all good. I can replace it myself," She shrugged. "It's pretty expensive."

"And I have about 888,000 yen here," Shinsou shrugged.

(Uh just to give an idea maybe: 7000 US Dollars, 5,500 Pounds, 9,806 Australian Dollars)

"...you keep that much money on you," She questioned.

"I don't trust banks."

"Well okay," She shook her head. "But as long as the card is intact, it's fine. I have the money to replace it."

"Where do I know you from," Shinsou asked, getting genuinely curious.

"Oh! I'm a reporter. I do a lot of work that revolve around heroes and such," Then she tilted her head. "You want to pay me back?"

"Yeah, name a price and I got it," He looked back to his wallet.

"Let me do a story on you," His eyes shot up, watching her smile brighten.

"You recognize me?"

"I practically live around heroes, I spot them anywhere," She pulled out her phone. "Give me your number. I will be contacting you."

"And what happens if I don't let you do the story," He questioned.

"Then Japan shall know how Brain Rot shattered my camera and all my work and just walked away," His eyes widened.

"Seriously?"

She scoffed. "Hell no. I'm a reporter, not a bitch," She bit her lip. "But I do desperately need a new story. Villain attacks are going down so that means there is nothing interesting around. BUT if I can interview the one under ground hero who has never been in any kind of interview, then I get ahead of the game."

"...alright, deal," He nodded.

That was about 10 months ago. Shinsou ended up giving Y/N her story, but they also got to know each other during that time. They started dating admittedly quickly, but it worked out in the end so neither minded.

As for Shinsou, he always thought of he started dating someone that cared for him, especially like how Y/N did, his insecurities would magically go away. Why would he be insecure when someone as genuine and gorgeous as Y/N would love him?

He was wrong. If anything, they got worse. He was constantly worrying about his body, never wearing any less than a hoodie and sweatpants around her.

Always worried about his quirk accidentally going off, barely talking or zoning out to focus on not using it on her.

He was terrified of doing something wrong with touching her, so he let her start anything intimate.

He was scared he was going to say something wrong and ruin everything, so he was rehearsing things he would say to her like a dork.

Whenever Y/N asked about any of this, he brushed it off and enclosed himself in his own mind. Suddenly, his safe place wasn't his home anymore. He was constantly thinking of ways he would fuck up.

Shinsou degraded himself when he did something wrong, thinking Y/N would be mad at him. But she never was. She was never mad at him for anything. More just confused on why he was so closed off.

Shinsou had a particularly hard day, and was laid on his couch. The fire in the fireplace crackled, the only light that lit up the room. He stared at the wall, thinking about the horrible things people yelled at him that day.

So many horrible things. About his looks, the way he acted, his quirk, his ability to help others, it got to him. He didn't want to cry, he really didn't want to. But god, he couldn't help it.

He cried quietly into his pillow, trying to calm himself down. For fucks sake, he was a pro hero. He should be able to handle some words being thrown at him if he could take a gunshot to the leg.

Without thinking much, Shinsou grabbed his phone and called Y/N. She answered on the third ring.

"Hi Hitoshi," She sounded so happy. He almost hung up to not ruin her night with this.

"Hey Y/n... Are you busy? Can you come over? I had a bad day," His voice was shaky and he could barely keep it together enough to talk clear.

"What's wrong? I'm not busy, I'll be over in a little bit," She sounded worried.

"Okay. Thank you."

"Of course, darling."

It was about 20 minutes later when he heard keys jingle and her shoes clacking against the hardwood floors. "Honey, where are you?"

"Couch," He croaked out, forcing himself to sit up. He watched Y/N enter the living room, immediately sitting by him.

"What's wrong? What happened today," Her voice was so gentle, a hand going to push hair out of his face, the other wiping a tear away. "Unless you don't want to talk about it. I can just sit here if that works better for you."

Suddenly, Hitoshi just broke down. Y/N being that sweet to him was the last straw. He tucked himself into her arms as she rubbed his back, whispering that he was okay, rocking him gently.

Shinsou didn't remember the last time he was comforted like this but it felt nice. Y/N didn't let go of him, wiping his tears away and patiently waiting for him to calm down. He could only think of one question he had been dying to ask Y/N forever.

"Why do you love me," He looked up at her, not letting go or leaving her arms. "I'm genuinely asking."

"Honey," Y/N frowned, wiping the remaining tears from his face. "Where is this coming from?"

"I don't see how you could love me. I'm not that great of a hero, I'm so closed off, I'm not good looking, I could accidentally snap and use my quirk on you and that's terrifying. I want to know why you love me after all of that. How you could possibly see anything good in me?"

Y/N paused, then adjusted so Shinsou was more sat up and looking her in the eye. "I love everything about you, Hitoshi Shinsou. As corny as that sounds, it's true. I love your flaws just as much as I love your strengths."

Y/N sat up on her knees, kissing his forehead. "You're an amazing hero, Hitoshi. You make mistakes, every hero does. If anyone would know that, it's me. I don't mind you being closed off. You might accidentally use your quirk on me but you would never hurt me, huh? You would never let anything bad happen to me."

"No, I wouldn't," He shook his head, shivering when her lips lightly carressed his neck.

"As for your looks... You are the most gorgeous man I've ever see," She breathed, hands moving from his back to his sides. "You're beautiful purple eyes, the messy hair, the sexy eyebags."

"You're lying-"

"I'm not," She laid him down on the couch, getting on top of him. He felt her hands start to explore, and just breathed heavily in response. It felt nice. "Your body is perfect. Your perfectly sculpted hands, long legs, skinny yet so, so strong at the same time. You have it all, darling."

She held his hand, and then pulled it up to her lips gently. She kissed down his arm. "I love this hand. I love this wrist. I love this arm."

Shinsou huffed out a breath of air, watching and listening to her. She moved to his neck, whispering, "I love this neck. I love leaving hickies on your pale skin. They look so pretty on you. You always look good in purple."

Slowly, her hands slid under his shirt. "Is this okay, Hitoshi? Can I take your shirt off?"

"Yes," He nodded.

He helped her slide it off. He felt the warmth of the fire warm his skin, but goosebumps still ran up his arms as Y/N's nails lightly dragged against his chest. And again, she leaned down and started kissing.

"I love this chest, I love this stomach," She locked eyes with him and he didn't miss the way her back arched as she slid down, ass moving into the air. "I love your hips. I love your ribs."

Shinsou struggled to catch his breath. Then she leaned down to his nipple and kissed gently, before pulling it into her mouth with a moan. He whimpered, head wanting to fall back. But it was pushed against the armrest, making him watch this.

"I love these nipples. So pretty," She ran her nails over them, flicking them and watching him jump. Her hands slid to his sweatpants, and she looked to him for permission.

"Yes, please," Shinsou nodded quickly, lifting his hips and helping her. He was getting hard quickly.

Again, she leaned down and moved down his leg, kissing and carressing gently to the point, he wanted to shiver. "You're so pretty Shinsou. So gorgeous. So fucking handsome. I'm so in love with you. All of you."

She leaned forward, wrapping his legs around her waist. "Can I make you feel good, baby?"

"Yes, yes please," He groaned, moving closer. Shinsou watched Y/N smile sweetly at him, leaning down and finally giving him a proper kiss.

"I love your lips. They're so soft. They speak the voice that makes me repeatedly fall in love with you. They kiss me with so much adoration. They leave me constantly wanting more from you. More kisses, more talking, just more. That's all I ever want from your touch. I crave you. I crave more of you. I fucking love you, Hitoshi."

"I love you to- ah," He moaned as she grinded right between his legs, the rough fabric of her jeans rubbing against him perfectly.

"What was that," She giggled, biting his lip.

"I- I love- fuck, Y/N," She kept grinding on him.

"You're going to have to say it louder," She grabbed the arm rest behind his head for stability as she kept a pace of grinding on him.

"C'mon Y/N," He moaned, hands grabbing the couch. "I love you too, ple- please don't stop."

"I would never," She gasped like she was offended, then giggled as he pushed his hips against hers. "You're so desperate. Just over some grinding? I can do so much better than that."

"Please do it, oh god," He groaned, meeting her grinds in the pace she set.

"You want more, honey," He nodded roughly, nails digging into the couch. "Okay, spread your legs for me."

Shinsou obeyed, going still when she pulled away. She didn't bother to take his boxers off, just pulling them down and letting his dick free.

"You're even pretty down here," Y/N's hand lightly wrapped around his dick, slowly stroking him. His breathing kept getting heavier.

"Want more," He spoke after a minute.

Y/N sighed, continuing her slow pace. "Don't get greedy on me Shinsou. Take what I give you and you'll get what you want."

Shinsou just nodded, head laying back. His mind was spinning. He didn't know what to focus on. Y/N's hand, her voice, the pleasure he was feeling, or the fact he was still on the verge of crying.

After a few minutes of feeling like the stimulation wasn't enough to get off, he decided to just relax and enjoy it. It felt amazing. It was his and Y/N's first time. Why rush it?

"Oh, such a good boy," Y/N kissed him. "So relaxed, taking it so great. You're so pretty with your face all red. Blushing so hard."

"Oh fuck, Y/N," Shinsou huffed before leaning up and kissing her. She hummed, kissing back and quickening her hand.

"You're such a beauty."

Shinsou grabbed onto her, hips starting to fuck themselves into her hand. "It- it's so good. It feel so good Y/N."

"You're such a mess, over just my hand," Y/N pouted. "I wanted to ride you but I doubt you can take it."

"NO- No Y/N, please I can take it," He yelled out, eyes rolling back. He was going to come.

"I don't think you can, Hitoshi. Just seeing how you're reacting to my hand..." Y/N sighed, pulling her hand away and Shinsou groaned, hips still trying to chase her.

"N- no no no, please Y/N. I'm begg- I'm fucking begging! I want to come, I want inside of you! Please Y/N," He sobbed, moving to start humping her thigh. He groaned, hands gripping her hips.

"Then say you're beautiful," Y/N whispered gently into his ear, kissing his temple right after. "Tell me how gorgeous you are. How good you look. How much you accomplished. I want to hear you say how great you are."

"But Y/N-" She cut his whine off.

"If you want me to ride your pretty cock until you come, you'll look me in the eye and tell me," She suddenly roughly grabbed his face, making him look at her. "Say it."

"I'm beauti- beautiful," He gasped, still humping her thigh like a whore.

"Good boy. Keep going."

"I'm a good hero," He whined, the texture of her jeans catching on his tip.

"Mhm."

"I... I- oh god! I worked hard for everything I have," He moved his hips faster, feeling like he was going to come once again.

"You may be pretty and smart, but man, are you a fucking whore," Y/N laughed bitterly, watching Shinsou's legs clench. "Go on, Hitoshi. Come on my thigh like a dog. That's what you are right now, huh? My fucking dog."

"YES, OH- OH GOD YES Y/N," He choked, coming.

Once he came down from his high, he watched Y/N use two fingers to wipe his come off of her jeans, then lick them. She slowly smiled, looking down at him, where he was panting with a wide eyed expression. "You're lucky you taste good."

She grabbed the rest off of her, and pulled his head back. "Mouth open," He obeyed, and licked her fingers cleaned.

He sucked her fingers, cleaning them thoroughly. He desperately tried not to moan but a few slipped. "You're such a good boy, Hitoshi."

Y/N was back to being gentle, holding his face in her hands and kissing him all over the face. He smiled, feeling Y/N's happiness practically shine off of her.

"We can stop, baby," Y/N spoke up, leaning back to look at him. "We don't have to go further tonight."

"No Y/N, I want you. I especially want you to finish, one way or another," He assured her before kissing her.

Shinsou's hands were shaky as they held Y/N, she noticed. "Are you nervous?"

"A little," He admitted.

"Don't be nervous, baby," Y/N smiled softly. "It's just me. You're safe with me. I will let nothing happen to you, alright?"

Shinsou nodded, kissing her before he could get all emotional. Why was he so emotional tonight?

Slowly, he moved to take her shirt off. He took her helping him as a good sign.

They continued to move slowly, kissing each other's bodies. They were both breathing heavily, pulling remaining clothes off.

Once their naked bodies were pressed together, Shinsou leaned forward, laying Y/N back. "Wanna eat you out, Y/N. Please? Can I Y/N?"

"Yes baby," Y/N nodded, kissing him one last time before he was buried between her legs.

He ate her out like he was desperate, sucking on her clit and fingering her when his tongue wasn't buried as deep as it could be inside of her. He was rough, moaning just as much, if not more than Y/N.

Y/N gripped his hair, controlling his head. His eyes were focused on her's, getting more and more teary eyed as he continued.

"You're doing so good, baby," Y/N spoke breathlessly, trying not to tighten her legs around his head.

Shinsou sucked her clit one last time, dragging his teeth against it, making her come. She moaned out, legs closing around his head. He just moaned back, hands gripping her thighs.

After she came down from her high, she giggled, pulling her legs apart and watcjing him gasp, licking his lips. "Well aren't you a mess?"

"Mhm," He hummed, moving up to kiss her. She kissed back, smile plastered on her face.

"I taste good too," She flipped them, laying him back. "Still wanna continue?"

"Yes, yes please," He nodded, voice rough.

Y/N straddled him completely, letting him get comfortable, before she slowly sat down. Shinsou groaned, hips thrusting up quickly. It felt too good.

"Hey! Stay still," Y/N smacked his chest. "You can't go shoving your dick all the way in within a few seconds. Gotta go slow baby."

"Sorry," He whined, forcing his hips down. "I want more, Y/N. You feel so good."

"Yeah, yeah," Y/N smacked his chest again. "What did I say about being greedy? You'll get what you want, just give me a minute to adjust."

Shinsou nodded, staying still as Y/N adjusted herself. It only took around 1 minute before he was whining again. "You are so fucking needy, Shinsou. Lay down," Y/N shoved his hips back down.

"C'mon Y/N," He huffed, wanting to fuck her. He raised his head, glaring at her. "I've watched porn. It doesn't take this long to adjust. You're teasing me."

"Not every man has a 9 inch cock, asshole," Y/N leaned forward, small smile. "And yes I am."

"I'm already so close," Shinsou gripped her hips, turning his head to kiss her hand, where they were planted for stability. "I wanna come inside of you, Y/N. Wanna fuck you. Please. I'm begging."

"If you're already about to come, how are you going to fuck me," Y/N raised an eyebrow, sitting down fully. Shinsou groaned, throwing his head back. "Beg harder. I'm not convinced."

"Y/N please," He yelled out, hips rutting up. "It feels- Oh god you feel so good! Wanna fuck you- wanna make you come please!"

He sobbed when Y/N yawned, making a show of smacking her lips.

"Please please please, wanna fill you with come," He felt his breathing pick up even more. "I wanna come so bad, you're so tight- PLEASE- Oh fuck- I'm gonna- I'm coming- I'm fucking coming so hard!"

Y/N felt his dick twitch, as his hips started to fuck into her. She sighed, rubbing his chest as he groaned, jaw dropping. He whimpered as he came down, hands loosening her thighs.

"I'm sorry," Shinsou gulped. "It felt too good, I couldn't-"

"It's okay, Hitoshi," Y/N ran a hand through his hair. "You did good. Such a good boy, baby."

Y/N was nice enough to give him a second to calm down. He seemed so fucked out, it seemed wrong to continue on quite yet. She didn't want to fuck him unconscious... Yet.

So she sat there, comforting him until he was able to catch his breath. She was seriously wondering if he was a virgin because he sure as hell was as sensitive as one. Coming almost as soon as she sat? Maybe she was just really hot.

"You okay to continu-"

"Lemme make you come. Want you to come on my cock, please Y/N," He lifted his head to make eye contact. "Please don't make me beg more. I just want you. I want you so bad."

Y/N paused for a second. She's never seen him so vulnerable. So genuine. He was always so closed off, never showing any emotion around her, barely talking, and just listening closely to her. This was new to her. Seeing him so genuine.

Finally, she started to ride him. He moaned, keeping hold of her thighs. "It's so good, Y/N. Don't stop- please don't."

"I thought you were done begging," She huffed with a smile. He really was big, filling her.

"Wanna beg for you," He smiled back, eyes crossing slightly whenever their hips met. "Wanna beg for your pussy. I wanna beg to be your fuck toy. Wanted to forever."

"Then why didn't you say anything," She moaned, hands moving to his chest as she rode harder. "God, you feel so good Hitoshi."

His hands traveled to her hips, to help start moving his own. "Too embarrassed. Too scared to do or say something wrong. I want so much from you, Y/N. It scares me."

"Tell me," She gritted her teeth, one hand moving to his throat ss he slammed into her. "Tell me what the fuck you want from me. I'll give it to you."

He whined loudly, thrusting as deep as he could. "Wanna try everything with you. I want you to tie me up, I want you to fuck my ass with all your strength, I want you to use me however you want for hours on end."

He felt tears start to well, fucking into her as fast as his hips could allow. "But I'm so scared. I don't want to fuck something up. I want to make you happy. I want to feel safe with you and I don't because I'm so insecure. I don't want you to hate me because I make a mistake."

Y/N threw her head back and moaned, his words processing slowly. It was hard to hear him over the sound of their hips smacking together and hard to pay attention with him railing her.

"You're just so perfect," He continued, tears falling. "So gorgeous, so nice, so smart, so funny, you are everything I've ever wanted. I can't mess up."

"FUCK- fuck," Y/N moaned, nails digging into his chest. "I don't want you to be fucking perfect Hitoshi," She dragged her nails down, listening to him hiss and just continue to mian. "I want you. I want all of you, even your mistakes. I love you. I love all of you."

He sobbed, tears falling quickly. "You don't mean that."

"I do baby," She started to breathe heavier. "I mean every word. I want you safe around me, I would do anything to keep you safe. I love you, I love your body, I love when you scrunch your nose ehen I say something weird, I love when you lay your head on my lap when we watch a movie, I love when you listen to me like I'm the only thing that matters. I fucking love you."

Shinsou gasped, coming as Y/N tightened on him. She came as well, moaning out and holding still as he slowly fucked them through it.

When they did, she laid down on him, pulling out. They were both tired, eyes heavy and the warmth of the fire comforting them against the cold of the air.

Shinsou rubbed her back, kissing her. "Did you really mean that?"

"Yes. I meant every word. I love everything about you and I want to stick by your side as long as I can. You make me hapoy and safe, I want to do the same if you would loosen up," She smacked his chest at the end of that, as if scolding him.

"I'm sorry I haven't been so open," He whispered. "I'm just so scared of losing you. Every one of my insecurities just gets worse the second I go to talk or take my shirt off."

"Well, you're naked under me right now, so...," She smiled, propping her head on his chest. "You're safe with me and we can take things slower. If you need some more time to be able to open up more, that's okay. I'll wait."

"But baby," She spoke again, sitting up now. "I truly think you are beautiful, and I love to hear every word you have to say. You can't say or do something wrong if you're just being yourself, Shinsou. Especially around me. I WANT to see you. I WANT to hear you. I want you, fucker."

Shinsou smiled softly, and Y/N wiped away tears he didn't even know were there. "Let's go get cleaned up, Hitoshi. Then we can go to bed and talk about this more tomorrow. We both need sleep."

"Yeah, okay," He nodded, following her when she stood up.

Maybe Shinsou was safest at home. He sure as hell felt like it. But if Y/N was with him, laying with him, making love with him or just talking with him? He knew he was safe with her.

Y/N was his new safe place.

#mha fanfiction #mha smut #dom y/n #dom reader #x reader #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #sub shinsou #shinso #shinsou #hitoshi #shinso mha #x shinsou hitoshi #top reader #bottom shinsou

[shockinglysubmissive]

Okey so myhero, what type of dom or sub do you think they would be? (Like primal dom, please dom, Princess/Prince, brat etc.)

Denki, Sero, Shoto, Midoriya, Bakugo, Dabi, Shinsou, Shigaraki and whoever else you decide include :)

O-oh! This is fun! So I'm going to do both for each person!

I added fatgum cause I headcanon him as a major kinky freak and I need to talk about it all the time.

Denki: Soft Dom / Pet

Sero: Pleasure Dom / Rope Bunny

Shoto: Service Top / Model Sub

Midoriya: Pleasure Dom / Model Sub

Bakugo: Primal Dom / Combative Sub

Dabi: Master / Brat

Shinso: Brat Tamer / Combative Sub

Shigaraki: Breeder / Prince

Fatgum: Sadistic Dom / Smart Ass Masochist

#🔮.anonymous #mha hc #mha headcanoncs #bnha hc #bnha headcannons #denki kaminari hc #denki kaminari smut #sero hc #sero smut #shoto todoroki smut #shoto todoroki hc #Midoriya hc #midoriya smut #bakugo hc #Bakugo smut #dabi hc #dabi smut #shigaraki hc #Shigaraki smut #shinso hc #shinso smut #fatgum hc #fatgum smut

[bakubunny]

Hey bunny! Which yandere daddy's/uncle/brother has a high protocol dynamic with strict consequences? Katsuki? Izuku? Kirishima? (Outside of a maybe aizawa) ty!

kirishima definitely. i see dom!kiri in general as someone who could handle or might even want a high protocol dynamic, though i think it would depend a little on who he's with. (though i don't usually write him that way because i don't prefer them.)

yandere dad bf!kiri is controlling and doling out consequences like nobody's business. there's a good bit of gaslighting in there too if i'm honest. he's sweet but manipulative, more intelligent and ahead of you than he lets on.

yandere dad bf!izuku is another one who i think is high protocol, though i'm curious on @dcsiremc's opinion on that. very strict, very controlling, so many little rules that it's dizzying.... and perhaps there are so many because he wants a reason to punish you... but you don't need to know that. also very gaslighty and manipulative.

katsuki, i haven't really thought about, though i don't see him as high protocol, yandere or not. as a dom, i don't think he values control over people more than he values success or getting what he wants, and those things don't necessarily overlap. if he wants control over anything, it's himself and his environment rather than strictly controlling his captive darling.

yandere!tenya (dad bf or not) on the other hand... oh honey. he's probably the strictest, but i don't really see him as one who's as manipulative as kiri or izu. but when i say strict, i mean this man watches your every movement when he's in the room and corrects it. your posture, the way you hold your fork, the way you sit, the way you pour his evening drink, and the way you stand quietly making yourself more of an object than a person. every hair and item of clothing better be perfectly in place and your makeup done the second he walks in the door. be ready to greet him exactly as he's trained you if you don't want consequences. (bonus hc: (yan!)enji also falls into this category.)

tokoyami and shinso are the type of doms who prefer high protocol no matter what way you cut it... unless they perhaps have a sub who doesn't do well with strict protocols and punishments. it's their preference (and fumi specifically really shines in this area), however i like to think they're both okay with a less strict dynamic as well. fumi is a bit more strict than hitoshi, though.

#x reader #smut hcs #bnha smut #tw dark content #tw yandere #tw daddy kink #tag later #mha smut #aged up characters #asks

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

I write for BNHA regularly, and would deeply appreciate any requests you put forward :)

Alas, I have reached the image limit for my bnha masterlist, but I still want banners and dividers to keep everything separate, so I've made a second part!

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Midoriya x Reader

Kinktober Day 2, cockwarming, ficlet

Midoriya x Reader

Kinktober Day 12, pegging, drabble

Midoriya x Reader

Kinktober Day 13, squirting, drabble

Midoriya x Reader

Kinktober Day 19, voyeurism, drabble

Midoriya x Reader

Kinktober Day 22, nudes, ficlet

Midoriya x Reader

Kinktober Day 24, mommy kink, drabble

Midoriya x Reader

Quiet!Male!Reader angst, happy ending, ficlet

Midoriya x Reader

Midoriya boyfriend scenarios, SFW and NSFW drabbles

BF scenarios Part 1

Midoriya x Reader

Delinquent!Male!Reader angst, happy ending, NSFW ficlet

Midoriya x Reader

Villain!Reader and Vigilante!Izuku, drabble

Iida X Reader

Kinktober Day 25, public teasing, drabble

Iida x Reader

Insecure!Reader with glasses, Such a Dweeb, drabble

Iida x Reader

One- sided pining, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Quiet!Reader, headcanons

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 1, fingerfucking, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 4, body worship and thigh fucking, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 7, thigh riding, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 14, collaring/ begging, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 15, mask kink, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 21, cumflation/public, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 23, public/library sex, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou and GN!Reader, themes of depression, Sink or Swim, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Death of pet angst and comfort with Fem!Reader, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Self care, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou has a crush on Violent!Reader, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Sub!Bakugou begging, NSFW drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou boyfriend scenarios, SFW and NSFW drabbles

BF scenarios Part 1

Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou boyfriend scenarios, SFW and NSFW drabbles

BF scenarios Part 2

Bakugou x Reader

Angst and comfort cuddles, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Soft!Bakugou and Quiet!Reader, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Sub!Bakugou sitting on GN!Reader's lap, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Siren quirk Fem!Reader angst, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Soft!Bakugou and GN!Reader, headcanons

KiriBaku x Reader

Kinktober day 3, double penetration, ficlet

KiriBaku x Reader

Panic attack and Fem!Reader, ficlet

Aizawa x Reader

Bitter outcast Gn!Student!Reader fluff with class 1-A, ficlet

Aizawa x Reader

Kinktober Day 8, daddy kink, ficlet

Aizawa x Reader

Kinktober Day 20, somnophilia, drabble

Aizawa x Reader

(Platonic) Student!Vigilante!Reader and a concerned Aizawa, drabble

Aizawa x Reader

Male!Neko!Reader and cat lover Aizawa, ficlet

Aizawa x Reader

(Platonic) Student!GN!Reader and scar angst and comfort, ficlet

Aizawa x Reader

(Platonic) Student!Reader and eating habits, drabble

Aizawa x Reader

Pregnant!Reader, Reader-insert

Aizawa x Reader

(Platonic) Enby Student!Reader comes out, drabble

Aizawa x Reader

Octopus plush and cat nails, drabble

Aizawa x Reader

Rough sex and safeword, NSFW Reader-insert

Softer Part 1

Aizawa x Reader

Aftercare bath and cuddles, Reader-insert

Softer Part 2

Aizawa x Reader

Fem!Reader against Mineta, drabble

Aizawa x Reader

Wound care after a mugging with Fem!Reader angst and comfort, ficlet

Shinso x Reader

Slow Burn, Reader-insert, Part 1

Todoroki x Reader

Kinktober Day 6, face sitting, ficlet

Todoroki x Reader

Kinktober Day 10, impact play, drabble

Todoroki x Reader

Kinktober Day 18, pregnancy, ficlet

Todoroki x Reader

After battle, Injured!GN!Reader, ficlet

Todoroki x Reader

Jealous reader and injured Todoroki, Reader-insert

Todoroki x Reader

Todoroki boyfriend scenarios, SFW and NSFW drabbles

BF scenarios Part 1

EraserMic x Reader

(Platonic) Death of reader's parents, comfort and ambiguous ending, ficlet

EraserMic x Reader

(Platonic) Sensory overload and stimming with Student!Reader, drabble

Shigaraki x Reader

Reader Caught singing, headcanon

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #mha #aizawa x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha #mha fluff #iida x reader #mha aizawa #dadzawa #shinsou x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #bnha deku #mha x male reader #mha imagines #mha fanfiction #mha shoto #mha bakugou

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

All Up In Your Mind (Dom!Shinso x sub!Black!Reader 18+ One Shot) 

"I'm just tryin' to figure out how I'm gonna make you cum tonight."

Pairing: Dom!Shinsho Hitoshi x sub!Black!Reader 

Synopsis: In which you decide to use Hitoshi’s quirk to your advantage when things get tough in your life and you just need a bit of release. Lucky for you, Hitoshi is an understanding and generous guy, but what happens when he starts to get sick of trying to understand why you put up that wall between them even though you’re visiting him every weekend? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GO AWAY); FWBs to Lovers; Consensual Hypnosis/Brainwashing; Dubcon; Hurt/Comfort; Dumbification; Mutual Oral; Forced Orgasms; Facefucking; Shibari w/ Hitoshi’s scarves; Suspension; Edge Play; Biting; Pussy Spanks/Spanking; Mild Degradation; Praise Kink; Mild DDLG/BDSM Play; Choking; Breeding Kink; Hitoshi Making You Into His Brainless Slut; MULTIPLE Positions; MULTIPLE Orgasms for Reader; Unprotected Sex; Sub Drop; Aftercare 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer’s Note: Yo. My fingers fucking HURT writing this shit. But that's what I get for getting excited writing smut lol I hope y'all like this one though! Thank you so much for the love! -Jazz

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It was a dark, cold, windy night.

The streets were empty and slick, the air frigid, and the rain soaking your umbrella as you stood outside of the one place you knew you shouldn’t have been that night. It was the perfect night for anyone to stay inside the warm, secure four walls of their homes, eating takeout and cuddling up on the couch for a movie or a nap. 

Unfortunately for you, you weren’t “everybody”. And the person whose apartment you stood at that late night knew that. That’s why they left the door open for you when you arrived, so you simply pushed it open. Of course, you made sure to tell them beforehand you’d be visiting…at 9 PM on a random weeknight. 

But he didn’t ask questions nor did he protest or refuse your surprise visit. That’s two of the things you liked about him: he didn’t make a fuss and he didn’t ask because he didn’t care. 

After getting into the building and to his floor, you stepped into the warm, dimly-lit apartment immediately, leaving your wet umbrella to dry by the door.

He had a nice home: mute gray walls and furniture with yellow and black throw pillows for decoration in the living room; a dining area with a large redwood table and chairs; a marbled kitchen with a mini-bar, an island, and Stirling steel appliances; a private training room across from the living room that was currently closed, the doors locked. Upstairs were his bedroom, study, and a few other rooms you knew were guest rooms. 

It was very hospitable and cozy-like despite his cool, dark demeanor and look. He knew he had a very intimidating aura to him, especially with his quirk and that blank look that was constantly on his face. 

And then there were his eyes: those violet orbs that seemed to stare into you when you first met him, inspecting you, drilling you, examining your every move. He seemed to know your past, present, and future with just one look as he trailed over your form across the bar three months ago when you first met. It frightened you yet thrilled you all at the same time. How wrong you were taking him up on his offer for dinner when he slipped you his number after hours of conversation and heated flirting. 

Which is what got you here now, two months later. “Hello?” you called into the empty living room. You looked around the corner, staring into the darkened dining room and kitchen. The scent of lavender was all around you, making you feel calm and uneasy all at the same time. 

“Hello?” you called again. Only silence answered you. You rubbed your arm nervously. Maybe he was trying to play a trick on you, jump out and scare you like the Boogeyman he was. “Shinso?” you called again, this time up the winding, polished wooden staircase. “You here?” 

“Hold up!” His deep, raspy, and very effective voice rang out from upstairs. You sighed in relief, glad this wasn’t a prank. 

You decide to sit on the couch as you wait for him to finish up with whatever he was doing. Finally, after you finished touching up your hair and gloss in your phone camera, the man of the hour comes bounding down the steps. You’d always been taken by his appearance, but now that you hadn’t seen him in two weeks, you were even more enraptured by him. 

He was a nice-looking guy, and the dark circles under his eyes didn’t take away the fact that he was fine as hell. His undercut hairstyle fit his face well and seemed to make the tuffets of lilac-purple hair look soft to the touch.

He was very tall–about six foot something–and had a nice, slim build but still had enough muscle power to move the way he did during missions. As the underground pro-hero Mindjack, it was important. He had the muscles to prove it, and you’ve felt them for yourself. Just thinking about the impressive ripple of abs and pectorals hiding under his clothes made your mouth water. 

He had on a black muscle tee and sweats that you gratefully and unabashedly eyed, your eyes going straight to his groin to get a look at the dick print. The man was packing. They always said big feet were indications–and shit, did Hitoshi have some big ass feet.

Not to mention his hands-so big, veiny, and tattooed. His finger ink was one of your favorite parts about him. You loved how they looked in your mouth whenever he slid them between your lips while he was balls-deep in your– 

“Sorry,” he apologized. “Was finishin’ up a call. Denki said the power downtown went out and a bunch of cable towers fell, so he went to help.” He leaned against the banister, one foot kicked up to cross over his ankle. “Wasn’t the work of a villain or nothin’.” 

You nodded, sitting rigidly on the couch with your thighs clamped together tight. “That’s good to hear.” Your voice was breathy and soft; an indication of your nervousness and shyness. You felt weird sitting here after not being here for so long, especially under Hitoshi’s ever-so-intense gaze. 

You suddenly regretted wearing the clothes you picked out for tonight: a nice low-cut blouse that showed off the mere outline of your bra cubs and jeans that hugged your ass just right. Though you wore a jacket underneath them, you felt like Hitoshi could see right through it. Could see right through you.  

“Want a drink?” he asked, crossing his tatted arms over his broad chest. “Water? Wine?” You looked at him from across the room. He didn’t come near you. He stayed promptly posted to the banister, giving you space. “You know what I like,” you replied. 

He nodded once. “Wine it is then. I’ve got Moscato in there.” He walked himself into his kitchen on his long legs, making wide strides as he did. Once he was out of earshot and rummaging around in his kitchen, you sat back against the pillows and relaxed, now alone with your thoughts. 

‘Da fuck are you doing?’ you thought. ‘You need to go home. Now.’

You knew that, logically, you’d regret this visit. You hadn’t seen the man in two weeks and the last time you were there didn’t end too well. He was too pushy and pried too much, which you told him as you hurried to put on your clothes despite your body aching and cutting aftercare short. 

“All I’m askin’ you is why you’re always here when you don’t even stay,” Hitoshi had scoffed, scowling at you from his bedside. He was still naked, coated in sweat. The long third arm that swayed between his muscled thighs was flaccid. 

“You know why,” you huffed as you pulled your panties up over your thighs still dripping with cum. Usually, Hitoshi would get the rag and wipe you down, also give you a nice oil massage to work out the aches of the binds on your wrists and having your body twist this way and that. But not tonight. 

“Yeah, I know why,” he replied curtly. “That’s why I’m askin’. You’re here more than you’re at your own place–” 

“That’s not true!” you protested, whipping around to glare at him. 

“–and you go out of your way to always be here,” he continues. “Always fuckin’ up my plans to have your way because you had a bad day.” He scoffs to himself, shaking his head. “We’ve been doin’ this shit for three months, and yet you’re so afraid to open up to me and–” 

“And what?” you snap, flinging a pillow at him. He catches it with one hand. “And what?” you repeat, louder and angrier now. How dare he put you on blast like this?

“Why do I have to tell you why I like you using your quirk and controlling my body? You already know what my pussy feels like, Shinso. Isn’t that being open enough?” 

Hitoshi didn’t like that. His eyes flared with irritation, making your stomach flip. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils, trying to calm himself down before he flipped his shit. “And maybe I’m askin’ you because I wanna get to fuckin’ know you. Maybe I’m tired of this FWB shit.” 

Your eyes widened and your entire body froze as his words washed over you. He never moved from his seat. He only stared at you, assessing you, wondering what you’d do next. You were hoping this wouldn’t happen: that he’d begin to grow feelings for you…and you for him. But you’d never tell him that. You couldn’t because that’d be opening a new door that you weren’t ready for. 

Hitoshi looked at you with those pleading eyes. Those eyes that have seemed to crawl into your dreams and haunt you. “I want more with you, Y/N,” he said calmly, your name sounding like sugar on his lips. 

You ran your hands through your hair, frustrated. You had decided to embark on this friends-with-benefits type thing with Hitoshi for a reason: to not feel or think (hence using his quirk to your advantage). 

To not make things complicated like relationships always seemed to be for you. To indulge in the pleasures of sex without being in love or caring for one another…well, that second part wasn’t true. And you knew it. 

You cared deeply about Hitoshi, and you hated it. Why couldn’t things ever work out for you? Why did everything have to be so damn complicated all the time? “Shinsho, I can’t,” you firmly stated. “I told you before: I don’t want a relationship. I don’t wanna be your girlfriend or your sub or whatever you want from me. I thought you’d respect that.” 

“You’re talkin’ about respect?” he cackled, the sound icky to you. “You hit me up at all hours of the night, no matter if it’s fuckin’ 2 AM  on a weeknight, come over to my house, and then leave once you use me up, and wanna talk about respect?” 

“I’m not using you!” you shouted, tears flaring in your eyes. 

He didn’t budge. “Really?” he asked, fixing you with an accusatory stare. “But even knowing this, I never judged you. And I’ll never judge you, Y/N. I told you: it ain’t my style. But…” 

He sighed, running his hands through his purple hair. “But I can’t keep BSing myself like this. If I’m to take your body and your mind like that every time we have sex, I need us to be closer.” 

He stood up from his seat and you moved towards the door, backing away from him. He looked hurt by this. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?” you huffed, quickly moving to collect your shit from his bedroom floor. “Maybe we just need a break from this or something so we can figure shit out.” 

Words flew out of your mouth to try and soothe the situation as you threw on your clothes one by one. “And you’re a great guy, Shinso. You’re sexy, funny, and real. You’ll find someone who can really take care of you.” You walked towards the door, but as your hand went for the knob, you turned to stare at him. His hurt gaze made you want to stay, but your pride stopped you. “Just not me,” you whispered, and then you were gone. 

You were sure you’d broken his heart. You were so sure he’d refuse to see you when you texted him tonight. But surprisingly, he agreed and now here you were. And there he was with two chilled glasses and a bottle of Moscato. You watched as he poured you a glass and then handed it to you. “Thanks.” 

He nodded and proceeded to sit next to you. The cushion dipped from his weight. He sat at a good distance from you, one arm slung over the back of the couch and his legs stretched out. “You cold?” he asked, noticing the goose pimples on your skin. “I’ve got a blanket too.” 

You shook your head. If only he knew those chills were from him. A few seconds of tense silence settled between you as you sipped your wine and tried to think of things to say. “Sooo wanna tell me what you’re doin’ here on such a lovely night?” he asked sarcastically. “You weren’t too specific in your texts. I’m suspecting it’s pretty important for you comin’ over here in such weather.” 

He looked at you as he sipped his wine, one foot kicked up on his knee. He sat casually and loosely, acting as if you were just two friends hanging out. But that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. 

“I said I needed to talk,” you replied, but it sounded like bullshit even in text. 

“And do you?” he pushed, raising his pierced eyebrow at you. 

You held his gaze though you just wanted to look away. The truth was you needed him. All of him. You wanted to know for a fact that you were doing the right thing by asking him if the option to be more was still on time because goddammit, you hated life without him.

Those two weeks were hell for you. Not just because of the lack of amazing, other-worldly sex, but because you didn’t have him as a pick-me-up. Even a text from him throughout the day was enough to get you through work or dinner with the parents where your mom would drill you about not being engaged yet. 

And more than anything, you missed him. You missed being near him, beside him, under him. You wanted to hide in his apartment, in his bed, forever. You felt safe with him, even when you gave him the control you were seeking in your life in every scene you two had together. In the four walls of his bedroom and in his arms, you felt at home. 

But how the fuck could you tell him that? You couldn’t. And you wouldn’t. You were here for just one last time. You knew logically that this would end badly, so why not stop it before it goes completely to shit? 

Hitoshi stared at you now, a smirk toying on his lips. “C’mon now, Y/N. We both know you never talk when you’re here…at least in the way you’re speakin’ of.” You flushed under your jacket, feeling embarrassed under his teasing yet hot and bothered by it. 

He tilted his head to the side, looking sexier than ever. “Whatchu want?” he asked softly, his voice a deep rumble. You swallowed the lump in your throat as your pussy clenched involuntarily at his words. “You know what I want,” you say barely above a whisper. 

Hitoshi sat up straighter and put his glass to the side. “I wanna hear you say it though,” he said, his voice dipping into very dangerous territory. “You know me by now, baby: I’m a fuckin’ asshole.” You looked away from him to avoid melting under his hot gaze, sipping your wine. “That, you are,” you murmured into your glass. 

Hitoshi chuckled at your mouthy response. “And from what I recall from your last visit,” he continued, “and our last conversation, you said you wanted to take a break from this because it made you feel too ‘open’.” 

You simmered under your jacket, slightly irked at his way of knowing you inside and out. “I had a shitty two weeks, okay?” you blurted out. “Work is stressing me out, my mom keeps pestering me about not havin’ a man, my money ain’t right, I’m tired of dealing with people day in and day out…” 

You sighed, turning to face him and your truth. “I needed you, okay?” you confessed. You cringed slightly at the neediness in your tone, but dammit, you needed him to understand.

“I want you, Shinso,” you say softly–a confession. His eyes suddenly flashed with something, but you couldn’t identify it too well. “Don’t you want me, too?” 

You placed your glass on the coffee table in front of you and peeled your jacket off of your body. Hitoshi watched you, never looking away from your face. And never touching you. At this point, you’d be in his arms and naked, but he never even reached a hand out for you. You bit your lip harshly, feeling dumb. “Do you want me to leave?” you asked. 

He glared at you, irritation on his face. “You know I fuckin’ don’t.” Now, you were irritated too. Why was he playing you like this? “Then what’s the problem?” you asked curtly. “You’ve never had an issue with this before, so why now?” 

Hitoshi’s eyes trailed over you, but not in a sexual manner. He was analyzing you, peeling you apart. Quickly, he stood and startled you with how fast he was. You watched silently as he walked to the window overlooking the city below. The rain outside pitter-pattered against the roof and dripped down the windows. 

He stood with his back to you, watching the rain fall. “What are we, Y/N?” he asked, sounding oh-so sad. You blinked at him, not expecting this question. “Sorry?” 

“I said what are we?” he asked once more. He turned to you and looked pained. It hurt you to see him hurt. “We’ve been doin’ this dance for three months now. You come over here, I fuck you, you go home, we flirt, we laugh, we joke, act like we’re not fucking in public but in private, it’s something totally different.” 

You shrugged your shoulders despite yourself. “Easy: we’re fuckbuddies.” 

“Naw,” Hitoshi replied, shaking his head. “Fuckbuddies don’t laugh and joke. They don’t feed each other off the plate or know about each others' lives like that. They don’t even cuddle. We’re way past fuckbuddies and you know it, so why are you so afraid of whatever this could be?” 

“You’re talkin’ crazy,” you scoffed though you knew he was right. “When we agreed to do this, I specifically told you I want no strings attached. No feelings. Just sex.” 

“But this isn’t just sex, Y/N,” Hitoshi protested. “I’m using my quirk on you. I’m brainwashing you. And we’re indulging in BDSM-type play.” “You’re okay with all that but me asking you questions about you is too much?” He squinted at you accusingly. 

Your body felt hot with shame and embarrassment. Fuck, he was right, about all of it. But your pride wouldn’t let you give in that easily.

“Because there are no questions in this, Shinso!” you snapped, standing up too. “It’s bad enough I’m asking you to brainwash me, tie me up, and fuck me without a driver at the wheel. I don’t need you to ask questions or try to dig deeper to make this into something it won’t ever be.” 

Hitoshi started at you blankly and that pissed you off even more. “I don’t come here for that shit,” you hiss. “I come here to get my release and my nut. That’s it! You don’t need to know why I come to you to feel good or why I like being brainwashed and used. That’s none of your business.” 

“It is if I’m the one doin’ it,” he grumbles. 

“What the fuck do you want from me?!” you bellow, startling yourself. But Hitoshi barely even blinked. For a while, the two of you stood there in silence, Hitoshi’s living room now a battlefield. 

You take a moment to compose yourself. Now you really knew tonight had to be the last time. “I told you before that I’m not ready for another romantic relationship, and you understood that,” you huff. “So if you want this to stop, just tell me now so I don’t waste my time.” 

Hitoshi didn’t say anything. He kept his lips clamped, eyes trained on you. “I’m here because only you can make me stop stressing for a moment,” you confessed. “Only you can make me feel so good. So good I forget me for a while.” 

You stepped closer to him, eyes locked with his. “Just help me forget me tonight, Shinso,” you softly pled. “That’s all I ask. And if you don’t want this, say it now and I’ll–” 

He cut you off with a chuckle, shaking his head at you. “Who said anything about me not wanting this?” he asked. Suddenly, his hand was trailing down your arm, sending chills in his wake. “That’s not the problem right now, doll. I'm just tryin' to figure out how I'm gonna make you cum tonight."

At that moment, all of the tension in the air vanished. Now all that was left was the lust and need you were both feeling. Your walls vanished as you threw yourself at him, going to wrap your arms around him and kiss those lips you’ve been dreaming about. 

Hitoshi stopped you by taking your wrists and pushing you down onto the couch. You fell onto your back with a gasp, but before you could process what just happened, he was on top of you and kissing you silly. His kiss wasn’t nice–it was desperate; thirsty; rough. He gripped your chin as he hovered over you, one hand placed above your head to hold himself up as his lips bruised yours. His stubble tickled your chin, imagining him giving you rugburn in the right places. 

You moaned into the kiss, giving him a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. He tasted of the Moscato and mint gum–something he chewed whenever he was bored or stressed to keep himself occupied. You never forgot this little fact. So many little facts and quirks about him lived in your head rent-free. You wanted to tell him that too. 

But not yet. Not right now. You went to grasp his shoulders, but he stopped you by taking your wrists and pinning them above your head. His lips left yours and he proceeded to kiss you all over: your neck, across your jawline, your collarbone, and chest. His kisses were intoxicating, each one a drug to you. You moaned and writhed against his iron grip, your eyes fluttering closed. How you had missed this. “‘Toshi,” you whispered. “Please.” 

“Please what, doll?” he murmured against your skin. “You want something, you gotta ask me.” His lips trailed back up to your neck to nibble the tender flesh there, and then give you a bite. You gasped as his teeth nicked you, the sharp pain sending sparks of pleasure into your core. He did the same thing again to another place on your neck, sucking gently on the skin. No doubt he was giving you hickeys as punishment. 

You found your voice despite the arousal you felt that was quickly overtaking you. “C-Can you…” You licked your lips, trying again: “Can you take me upstairs?” you coherently asked. He looked at you from between the valley of your breasts, and you realized just then one of his hands was crawling up your blouse.

“Please, sir?” you asked, putting on your best breathy, soft, 'fuck me' voice that you knew drove him insane. 

He grinned at you, the sight of it too beautiful for words. “That’s my good girl,” he cooed. “Of course, I can, gorgeous.” He leaned over to peck you on the lips. The kiss was so wet that a string of saliva stuck between your lips as he pulled away. “Lemme just take care of the wine and I’ll meet you upstairs. You know what to do, right?” 

You nodded. “Yes, sir, I do.” Because you did. The very first night he brought you into his bedroom (which was your first “date” that he insisted on taking you on), he made the rules very clear: 

Whenever you come into his bedroom, you’re to be naked and on your knees waiting for him by the bed with your hands flat on your lap and head down. 

Always answer when asked a question. 

When a scene is in place, always call Hitoshi “sir”, “daddy”, or whatever he sees fit (he usually loves being called “sir” or “daddy”) 

Never ever forget the traffic light system or a safe word. 

Finally, never ever cum without his permission. If you do, there will be consequences, usually either being edged to the point of tears or denied an orgasm if you don’t apologize. 

Hitoshi nodded at you, happy with your obedience. “Good girl. Now get that ass upstairs and you’d better be naked by the time I get up there.” You nodded and he let you get up but gave you a smack on your ass as you lept upstairs, biting back a smile as you did. 

He left you alone to your own devices for about ten minutes, giving you more than enough time to get ready. You slipped into his bedroom and breathed in the scent of vanilla and lavender that you’d grown to love so much. The bed he had was one of those king-sized ones covered in a black comforter and plush pillows. It came with four poles that served as bedposts protruding from the floor and nearly reaching the ceiling, giving the bed an almost medieval feel.

The lamp on his nightstand lit the bedroom up in a warm glow, accompanying you as you stripped. You took off your blouse and pants; your bra and panties; and your shoes and socks. Not one article of clothing was left on you. Hitoshi liked you completely bare. 

You then folded all of the clothes up on the chair near his gaming desk that sat near the door. Then you walked over to the bed and knelt on the soft carpeted floor near it, hands flat on your thighs. But you didn’t look down yet. Instead, you looked up. High above the bed was a large, oval-shaped mirror stuck to the ceiling, one that you’d watched Hitoshi fuck you in many times. And you’d watch him do it again. 

You suddenly heard his footsteps and your heart began to tremble. Quickly, you ducked your head down, now staring down at your hands on your thighs. Hitoshi came into the room and closed the door behind him. You heard the door click shut and his bare feet against the carpet. You didn’t look up, even as he stood in front of you. All you saw were his big feet and the legs of his sweats. 

He knelt down to your height so he was level with you and tilted your chin up to look at him. He was now shirtless; all bare skin and muscles you wanted to touch. “So,” he purred, his voice deep and raspy. “my little kitty wants to play tonight with me, hm?” 

The pet name made your pussy clench. “Yes, sir,” you softly answered. “And maybe use your scarves this time to tie me up.” 

Hitoshi’s eyes widened an inch at your request. He’d always used either rope or satin ties to tie you up if not handcuffs to lock you to the bedpost. This was the first time you’d asked him to use his own scarves for a scene, but you’d wanted it for a long time. It seemed more personal and more intimate to you than using rope or ties. “Fuck, you’re freaky,” he chuckled, “but I knew that when I met you.” 

He put his hands out for you and you took them, allowing him to help you stand. “Fine then; we’ll have it your way. But you know seein’ you tied up so nice in my scarves is gonna make me so hard, right?” His eyes darkened with lust and anticipation. 

You felt the same. You could feel yourself shivering impatiently, wanting to get to the part where he ties you up, brainwashes you, and fucks you stupid already. “Yes, sir.” 

He raised his pierced brow. “And what will happen when my dick gets hard for you? You’ve gotta take responsibility, don’t you?” He took your hand and placed it on his groin where he felt his very hard, very thick dick in his sweatpants. Your mouth fell open at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. “Y-Yes, sir,” you softly stuttered.  

He smiled sweetly and kissed you once. “Up you go, then.” He chuckled at your squeak of surprise as he scooped you up into his strong arms, holding you close to his chest. You felt small and safe in his arms and allowed yourself to relax as he walked you over to the bed. 

He placed you down gingerly before going to the drawers in the tall dresser on the left of his bed. Those were his goodies drawers. He had every single toy and tool in there related to sex or BDSM: rope and ties; blindfolds and cuffs; floggers and whips; nipple clamps; dildos and vibes; you name ‘em.  Every time he went into a drawer, you felt pure excitement for what was to come, not knowing what it would be. 

You watched as he dipped his hand into the drawer at the top and pulled something out. When he turned to you, he showed you the goody: his scarves. Excitement, anticipation, and a twinge of nervousness filled your gut. He came to the side of the bed, staring down at you. “Tell me your lights.” 

The traffic light system. “Green, yellow, and red,” you answered clearly. "Green means I'm good, yellow means slow down, and red means stop."

He grinned with pride. “Glad you ain’t forget.” He bent down to kiss you before taking one of your wrists. “I’m gonna tie your wrists and ankles for now. Then we can move onto shibari and suspension later on if you want.” He then got on top of you, straddling you. “Is this what you want, baby?” 

You looked from his lust-filled gaze to his toned stomach, pecs, and dick print right in your face. “Yes, sir,” you answered, genuine and wanton. You placed a hand on his stomach, loving the way your skin tones contrasted and how your dark nail polish looked against his warm skin. “Please tie me up with your scarves.” 

Hitoshi growled low in his throat, lust overtaking him. He wasted no time tying your wrist to one of the bedposts with his scarf. He worked quickly and expertly, tying the knot enough so you weren’t in pain but you weren’t getting out either. “Good?” he asked. You nodded and he went on to the next. He did this until he finished tying your ankles to the bedposts below. 

And then there you were: naked and played out like a dessert plate. And Hitoshi was looking at you like one. “You look so fuckin’ good,” he hummed appreciatively. He swooped down to kiss your lips and then nuzzled your breasts, pressing a kiss to each hardened peak of your nipple. You bite your lip at the sensations as he trailed down to your tummy, his hands caressing your sides gently. “Like my perfect lil’ doll,” he cooed against your stomach. “Not quite yet though. Haven’t prepped you yet.” 

You shivered when he said the word “prepped”. That usually meant making you cum your brains out before he proceeded to use his quirk on you. You waited patiently (though you didn’t really have a choice) as Hitoshi went to grab your favorite kind of lube–made with a hint of aloe vera, strawberry-flavored, and warmed with physical touch. 

He then walked back over and knelt between your thighs, his violet eyes locked with yours as he squirted some of the lube onto his fingers. He then reached down and began to slowly slide his fingers over your pussy lips and clit, never dipping inside you. It quickly drove you insane. His feather-light touch against the most sensitive part of you had your toes curling and your eyes fluttering closed. 

Hitoshi always took his sweet time pleasing you, mostly because he loved seeing you come undone. And you knew he did. “Like that, kitty?” he asked, eyeing you from between the V of your thighs.

He then slid his fingers between your pussy lips and your mouth fell open. “Uh-huh,” you moaned out, unable to form the words to speak as the pleasure increased. 

Hitoshi played with your pussy for a while until neither one of you could tell the difference between the lube and your juices anymore. You were ready. Slowly, he dove in to enjoy his meal, tongue out and ready to indulge in your taste. As soon as his hot, wet mouth and lips wrapped around your clit, you were throwing your head back and pulling against your restraints. “Fuck,” you softly moaned to the ceiling. 

Hitoshi took that as his cue to keep going, lapping at your pussy like a starving man. He alternated between short flicks of his tongue and long strokes with the flattest part of his tongue that he knew exactly how to work. He moaned as he did it, the lewd sounds making you gush even more around his mouth. “You taste so fuckin’ good, kitty,” he groaned into your pussy. “Could stay between your legs for days and never get tired.” 

You whimpered at his words, still pulling at the rope ties. He slid his hands underneath your ass to angle your hips up before slowly sliding his index finger inside the wet depths of your pussy. You moaned his name and threw your head back as he began to stroke in and out of you, angling up to rub his palm against your clit. After some stimulation with one finger, he added another. 

You bucked and writhed, moaned, and whined at the pleasurable feeling of him fingerfucking your cunt. How you had missed this feeling. Especially when you felt that familiar of an orgasm begin to rise in your core. It only got stronger when Hitoshi wrapped his lips around your clit again as he fingerfucked you, gradually going faster. “‘Toshi!” you mewed, writhing in his grasp. “‘Toshi, p-please let me cum! Please!” 

“Not until you say you’re sorry,” he growled, still suckling and fucking away. “Say you’re sorry for bein’ a little fuckin’ brat. Say you’re sorry for makin’ me miss you for two weeks.” He stared at you from between your legs and slowed his movements. As he did, the feeling of your rising orgasm began to fade. “Say it.” 

A desperate whine left your lips. You needed to cum. You needed to. “I-I’m sorry!” you cry out. “I’m so, so sorry, ‘Toshi! Please let me cum!” That pleased Hitoshi. He granted your wish and proceeded to stroke your walls faster as he sucked and licked gently on your clit. 

He held you down with one hand, his hips securely pinning you to the mattress even as you writhed against the bed. You were close. So, so close. But when he spat on your pussy and slurped that shit back up, that set you all the way off. “‘Bout to cum!” you gasped. “I’m about to…” 

When your orgasm finally hit you, you barely realized it. It rose too quickly for your brain to process, but when it did, it slammed into you and filled your body with warmth. Your voice cracked on your moans and whines as you gushed all over Hitoshi’s fingers and mouth, tears pricking your eyes.

This is it. This is what you needed. Hitoshi knew it too. “Thaaat’s a good lil’ girl,” he chuckled into your pussy. “Cum all over my face.” 

He continued to stroke and suck on your pussy as you rode your orgasm out. He lapped up each drop until no trace of your cum or lube was on your inner thighs. All that was left was his saliva. When you were drained and completely exhausted, he finally stopped and sat up to look down at you. His lips shined with his spit and your cum, his own cum-drunk smile on his face. 

Though you were sedated by your orgasm, you were beyond tired or satisfied. You wanted him. Needed him. “I’m ready now, Hitoshi,” you tell him breathlessly. “I want you to use your quirk now.” Hitoshi stared down at you with lust-blown pupils and a smile that sent shivers down your spine. “Lie back then, baby.” 

You did as he instructed, getting comfortable against the plush pillows. He sat up on his knees, looking down at you with such adoration that you flushed. “Good?” he asked. You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “Alright, baby; close your eyes and take a deep breath in for me.” 

You, once again, did as instructed: you closed your eyes and took a deep breath into your lungs. “And out,” he instructed. You breathed out, the small circles he stroked against your thigh helping. 

“Clear your head of everything you’ve ever known. All you know now is me for tonight. Trust that I’ve got you and I’d never do anything without your consent or permission. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”  

It was weird, but his words brought tears to your eyes as well as relaxed you. It was the fact that he truly cared about you to do something like this. Despite all of your bullshit and excuses, here he was, making you feel good at your request. And you wanted to do the same for him. You opened your eyes to get a good look at him, hoping he’d see the utter gratitude in your eyes. “Yes, daddy,” you replied softly. 

That was the trigger for Hitoshi. First, you were feeling him press a passionate, wet kiss to your lips. Then you felt your body seize and then go limp as he activated his quirk. Your brain went blank, all thoughts ceasing to exist. Your eyes fell closed on instinct, catapulting you into darkness. You felt yourself sink deeper and deeper into your body, almost as if you were inside looking out. You knew it was your conscious brain taking the backseat as nothing but Hitoshi filled your head now, your mind a blank canvas for his creation. 

The only way you could describe being brainwashed by Hitoshi was bliss. A bliss that was so good that it made you uncomfortable every time it happened. You were scared at how good and free you felt being controlled by someone else, but another part of you told you to give in; that everything would be alright. 

“Y/N, honey?” Hitoshi said, sounding far away. It was like you were underwater and he was standing above the waves, calling for you. “Baby, can you hear me?” He sounded closer and clearer now as the fog in your brain cleared. 

“Yes,” you tried to answer, but you physically couldn’t move your mouth. Not without Hitoshi’s commands to speak. 

“Answer me, baby,” he commanded, his voice now crystal clear and strong. “Can you hear my voice?” You felt his rough yet warm hand on your cheek, stroking it softly. 

“Yes,” you heard yourself reply, your lips forming the words. “Yes, I can hear you.” He sighed, sounding relieved. “How do you feel?” You suddenly felt his hand slide down your stomach to your inner thighs where his fingers played with your pussy now soaked in your arousal again. When the fuck did you get wet again? 

“Good,” you whimpered, toes curling as he rubbed your clit in gentle circles. “Mmm, I bet you do; look at how wet this pussy is. And you just came! Greedy little slut, aren’t you?” You must’ve been too slow to answer because he gave your pussy a hard, open-palmed smack. You gasped and your body jumped at the sting. 

“Aren’t you?” he growled into your ear.

Like a switch being flipped, you quickly answered him. “Y-Yes, sir, I’m a greedy little slut!” you whimpered, your thighs shaking. Hitoshi chuckled, his hot breath fanning your face. “But you’re my greedy lil’ slut.” He leaned in close, his lips at your ear. “And you know what greedy sluts get?” 

Your pussy gushed and clenched around nothing at the feeling of his soft lips against the most sensitive part of your ear. “N-No,” you stuttered. 

“They get punished,” he whispered and suddenly, he was untying your ankles and wrists from the bedposts. Before you could process what he was doing, you were on your stomach and being hoisted onto your knees after he flipped your ass over. You could only gasp as he did, his strength incredible. How he was able to throw you around so effortlessly always turned you on. 

He came up behind you and immediately smacked you on the ass. Hard. The sound of his hand hitting your ass cheek was sharp and filled the air along with your grunt of surprise. “This is your punishment,” he growled. “For being a greedy lil’ brat.” SMACK! He spanked you again, this time on the opposite cheek. You hissed at the pain, but your pussy jumped, loving the feeling. 

“This is for making me wait for two fuckin’ weeks,” he growled. SMACK! 

“Makin’ my cock wait for you.” SMACK! 

“Can’t even focus on my work ‘cause of your ass.” 

SMACK! SMACK! “What do you have to say for yourself, huh, slutty girl?” 

SMACK! “Tell me!” he ordered. “Say you’re sorry!” SMACK! 

“I-I’m sorry!” you heard yourself cry out, your voice cracking. “I’m sorry I left you waiting, sir! I’m sorry I’m such a needy little slut for you! I-I just missed you so bad!” You were practically in tears now, your body twitching at the harsh sting from his spankings on your asscheeks. 

“Fuck!” Hitoshi grunted, impatient, and just as needy as you. He quickly swooped down and planted your ass in wet kisses and massages, easing the pain away. “Such a good girl,” he whispered against your asscheek. “That’s enough pain for now. Time to shower my baby in pleasure.” 

“T-Thank you, sir,” you stuttered out, wanting to push your ass back into his adoring mouth, but his quirk’s hold on you didn’t allow you. You could only moan and whimper as his lips trailed down your ass to your pussy. His hands pried your cheeks apart to get good access to your sobbing wet cunt and proceeded to lick, suck, and kiss you there. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the sensations of him eating out your overly-sensitive pussy, his tongue moving over your clit.

“‘T-Toshi,” you mewled. “Please.” 

“What do you want, gorgeous?” he asked, taking a break from eating you out to rub at your flit. You cried aloud at the feeling, your toes curling as sparks of pleasure shot into your core. “Tell me,” he commanded. “Tell me what you want.” 

“To cum,” you moaned. “Please, daddy, make me cum again.” You heard Hitoshi chuckle darkly before pushing you down with one hand so the side of your face was in the mattress. Face down, ass up–his favorite position. “Goddamn,” he swore. “I’ll never get tired of this shit.” 

Your body trembled excitedly, bracing itself for the feeling of Hitoshi’s tongue and mouth on your pussy. But he surprised you when he pressed his open palm against your pussy and smacked you against your clit. You gasped, your body jumping in response. He did it again, and again and again, the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure too much for you. “Hitoshiiii,” you whined. “Please! C-Can’t…can’t…” 

“Ah-ah, baby,” he chuckled. “I want you to cum just like this. With my hand smackin’ that clit.” He pressed a kiss to your ass as he smacked up against your clit again, even giving you some nice strokes with his palm. “This is what you deserve. You deserve to cum just like this.” 

Your mouth fell open into a silent, shocked O as another orgasm began to make its appearance. This had never happened before. He was making you cum with just pussy smacks? This man was a demon. “Hitoshi, please!” you practically screamed. “Please let me cum, baby, please!” 

“Tell me whose pussy this is then,” he ordered his voice a growl that made your stomach flip. “Tell me who owns this pussy and I’ll let you cum again.” 

You could barely think or speak, the dawn of your new orgasm mingling with the sedation of your initial orgasm rendering you useless. Your muscles were slowly turning into mush as he assaulted your pussy so good your toes curled. “Y-You,” you softly moan. 

A sharp smack against your ass made you yelp. “Sorry, baby; didn’t get that,” Hitoshi said. “Say it a little louder for me.” You practically sobbed and he laughed at your pitiful, pathetic state. “C’mooon, you can do better than that.” When all you did was whine, he hummed in disappointment and brought his hand away from you. “Guess you don’t wanna cum then.” 

The ache of need in your core made you downright insane. You needed to cum again. There’s no way he could edge you like this. “Please!” you babble deliriously. “You own this pussy! You own all of me, Hitoshi, please just let me fuckin’ cum!” 

A fire flashed behind Hitoshi’s eyes at your begs and pleads for mercy. He pressed his palm up to your clit and proceeded to move it up and down, pressing into it with the exact pressure you needed. “You wanna fuckin’ cum?” he growled. “You wanna cum for me, slut, huh?” You nodded frantically, your mind quickly going blank from the pleasure. “Fuckin’ do it then. Give it to me, baby.” 

Then he stopped, his palm still against your clit, and whispered a command in your ear that echoed in your mind: “Cum.” 

Just like a puppet being controlled by strings, you did as Hitoshi said. Your body reacted immediately, your back arching and your pussy spasming as you came all over his hand. And fuck, did you cum hard. You were seeing stars and heard bells ringing in your ears as you screamed at the top of your lungs, your throat going raw from using it too much. When the orgasm finally ebbed, you slumped onto the mattress in utter exhaustion, muscles going to mush and your mind a puddle. You inhaled and exhaled deeply, your chest rising and falling with each deep gulp of air. 

You must’ve passed out for a short time because suddenly, Hitoshi was beside you and you don’t remember feeling him there. “Baby?” he whispered in your ear, stroking your hair back from your face. “Can you hear me, darlin’? Can you look at me?” Your eyes fluttered open and you saw his handsome face peering at you. “You good?” he asked, looking worried. 

Good wasn’t even a word you could’ve used to describe this feeling. Your body felt loose and relaxed, your pussy aching in the best possible way. “Y-Yeah,” you giggled softly. “Yeah, I’m good, sir.” 

Hitoshi looked relieved and pecked your sweaty temple. “You wanna keep going?” he asked. You nodded slowly, not wanting to stop tonight. “Lemme finish tyin’ you up then. Let me know at any time if it’s too much.” Once again, you nodded, knowing most of it was because he was bringing sheer obedience and compliance out of you with his quirk. However, you wanted this and he knew it. 

Slowly, he sat you up and got the rest of his scarves from the nightstand before proceeding to tie you up with them shibari style. He first had you sit with your knees underneath your butt and your hands behind your back. Then he started to tie you up with his soft, long scarves that felt like silk against your skin. He tied your wrists first and then connected that knot to your arms which connected to the one wrapped around your neck. He moved onto your legs and ankles, tying them so they were pressed tightly together. Then he moved onto your breasts, covering them in his scarf as he secured each bind. 

When he was finally done, he sat back to look at his handiwork. “Tell me how it feels,” he ordered, though his tone was soft. You could hardly move except for turning your head or rocking from side to side. You were completely restricted, and you loved every minute of it. “Like a tight hug,” you answered breathlessly, saying the first thing that came to mind. 

Hitoshi nodded, happy with that answer. He stared at you for a moment, his stare heated and filled with molten lust that made you flush. “I can’t tell you how fuckin’ good you look right now, doll. Wrapped up like a pretty lil’ toy.” 

With his bottom lip caught between his teeth, he began to unbuckle and unzip his pants right in front of you. The sounds of it made you even wetter, especially when he brought his briefs down with his jeans as he pulled them down his narrow hips. “I wanna break my toy in a little,” he groaned as his cock sprung free from his briefs finally. “Open that fuckin’ mouth.” 

Your eyes stared in astonishment at how fantastic his dick is for a moment–tan, veiny, long, and thick, his cockhead pink and dripping in precum all for you. You were utterly in love with that dick. He brought it to you and gently slapped your lips with it. “Suck,” he commanded. 

Your body reacted immediately. You leaned in towards his dick and opened your mouth, your lips covering your teeth to avoid scratching him. You stuck your tongue out first to get a taste of him, relishing the mix of salty and sweet, before he slid into the wet, warm depths of your waiting mouth. As soon as he was in, you had to adjust to his size by opening your throat as if you were yawning and breathing through your nostrils. Hitoshi was a big guy and it was harder with no hands, but you knew you could manage. You were a big girl. 

He seemed to think so too because he pushed his hips forward more, in turn sliding his dick into your mouth farther. “That’s it, baby girl,” he groaned, one hand securely behind your head. “Suck that dick. Make it sloppy for me. You know how I like it.” 

You did know. That’s why your mouth immediately pulled away to spit all over his cock and slurp it back up before licking all around his dick, making it shine in your saliva. Your mouth secreted so much saliva that it dripped down Hitoshi’s balls and thighs. The sight of it made you gush all over the bed, making your inner thighs wet with your arousal.

Once he was nice and slick, you brought your mouth towards his again and sucked him in, deeper this time. You gagged around his cock for a few seconds, popping his head in and out of your throat as you ran your tongue along his sweet spot located right at the side of his head. 

Hitoshi was loving it. You peered up at him through your lashes to watch his eyes roll back. “Fuck me, that’s it!” he gasped, tossing his head back in ecstasy to the ceiling above. “I love watchin’ you suck my dick in the mirror up here. You’re takin’ me so good.”

You had wanted to watch it too. How did you look taking his dick deep in your mouth, you wondered? Did you look as sexy and as beautiful as he thought too?

He suddenly looked down at you, his hand petting your head lovingly. “Think we can go deeper?” he asked, his eyes dark and hooded. He was now deep in his Dom role–merciless and stern yet still sweet as black licorice. 

You whimpered in protest, not sure if you could. You had to adjust to putting him in your mouth, to begin with, keeping your jaw slack and mouth stretched wide. How the fuck were you going to deepthroat him?

Hitoshi’s hand on your head grew tighter and you whined as he gripped your head. “Oh, yes, you can. It’s been a while, but you’ve got it.” 

‘Don’t!’ your conscious mind protested, but your body didn’t listen. You were already opening your mouth again and expanding your throat for him as if about to yawn. Hitoshi slowly slid his dick into your mouth once more, taking his sweet time. “That’s it, open that throat…” 

He didn’t stop until he was right at the back of your throat, his balls hitting your chin. Your throat flexed and gagged around him, trying to ease the discomfort of something so huge hitting the back of your throat. Your cheeks pricked with tears at the slight burning sensation in your throat as Hitoshi began to slowly slide in and out of the tight space, gripping your hair tight as he did. “Fuck, baby!” he moaned, his voice bouncing off the walls. “Good girl! You took all of me so deep. ‘M so proud of you.” 

He looked down at you in utter adoration and pride which seemed to make the burning sensation in your throat feel like a damn kiss. He slid out to allow you to breathe, his cock soaked in your spit and his precum, so much so that strings of spit stuck to his head and your lips as he pulled away. 

You gulped down each breath greedily and gratefully, relishing this moment because you knew what came next. “T-Thank you, sir,” you breathlessly replied, still struggling to catch your breath. 

Hitoshi let you recover for a moment, then wrenched your head back, forcing you to look up at him. “Now shut the fuck up and lemme fuck that pretty face.” He forced your head back down on him again and you got to work immediately, bobbing your head up and down, back and forth, his dick sliding against your tongue until it once again hit the back of your throat. 

Hitoshi was relentless as he fucked your throat. He gripped your head and maneuvered you the way he wanted until you were right where he wanted–your head back, mouth stretched wide, and eyes on him. His pelvis brushed against your nose and heavy balls swung against your chin as he thrust in and out of your throat, alternating between slow, torturous strokes that stretched out the burning in your throat and quick thrusts that made your throat squelch and gag around him. 

“Gonna make that makeup run,” he grunted. “Gonna fuck you up so good that no other man could compare.” He gripped the fistful he had of your hair tighter and you were so sure he’d yank that shit out if he wasn’t careful. “That’s a promise, baby,” he growled. “Now cum for me while my dick is in your throat.” 

Like clockwork, pussy immediately started quivering and your clit began to swell like it was being stimulated to the point of orgasm. Your eyes widened at the sensation, realizing he was trying to make you cum again. “Mmmph!” you moaned in protest around his dick, your words muffled and muddled. “W-Wait, daddy! S-Still sensitive!”

 

“I don’t give a fuck,” Hitoshi growled darkly, still pumping away in your throat. “You wanna fuck with me? Then you’ve gotta face the consequences. Now fuckin’ cum, you dumb little slut.” 

And you did. God, you did. Your third orgasm of the night came like a damn tsunami as it crashed into your body. Warmth spread throughout your entire being, making your toes curl and muscles spasm as you came all over yourself while Hitoshi stayed deep in your throat. Your moans and whimpers were muffled around his cock, the sensations vibrating against the sensitive parts of his cock. He moaned and swore at the pleasurable vibrations, his balls growing heavier against your chin. 

When your orgasm finally faded and you began to settle into the afterglow, Hitoshi slid out of your throat. His dick bobbed slightly against his inner thigh, slick in your spit and twitching. “I didn’t cum,” he breathlessly explained, “but I don’t want to. Not till I’m deep in that pussy where I belong.” He leaned in toward you then until his nose brushed yours. “Until I’m deep in my pussy.”  

‘Yes,’ your conscious mind thought. ‘Your pussy. All yours.’ The fact that you thought such a thing was shocking to you. You passed it off as a side effect of Hitoshi’s quirk or the fact that you were delirious with lust, but you knew all of that was bullshit. You knew even if this never happened again, you could never find a man who would make you feel this way: so okay with being vulnerable; so willing to submit. There would be no other like Hitoshi Shinso. 

You didn’t know if it was love, but goddamn, did you love this. 

“Wanna go up now?” he asked, giving you such a sweet smile that you nearly started crying. You nodded frantically and he proceeded to get you ready. He first untied your hands and wrists, then had you stand up on the bed. 

After giving you time to get the blood flowing back into your limbs, he coaxed you into putting one leg up onto one of the bedposts at the bottom of the bed. Once you did, he securely tied one end of his scarf to your ankle and the other up on the bedpost. You were then standing with one leg up on the bed and the little hops you did made Hitoshi laugh. 

Letting you hold onto him for balance, he did the same to one of your wrists–he let it dangle from another one of his scarves securely tied to the iron bars forming a roof above the canopy of the bed. He did the same to your other ankle and wrist, tying them up and letting them dangle. He also tied some scarves to your knees, forcing them to bend so your legs wouldn’t lock. Once he was finished, he stayed standing on the bed in front of you, smirking proudly. “Now you’re exactly like a little robe bunny,” he darkly chuckled. 

You said nothing, but you didn’t know what you’d say if you could. The predicament you were in was indescribable and quite embarrassing, to say the least–you were hanging meters above the bed with your arms and legs splayed out so your titties and pussy were on full display for the lavender-haired man standing in front of you. You felt completely and utterly exposed. And you loved every minute of it. The mix of arousal and fear in your stomach was an intoxicating and confusing cocktail, fogging up your head even more. 

Hitoshi stepped closer to you, taking one of your feet into his hand. “Still on the pill?” he asked. You nodded, glad you didn’t stop taking the birth control even though you hadn’t had any kind of sexual contact with anyone since you and Hitoshi fought two weeks ago. He nodded in approval and kissed your foot. “Light, baby,” he ordered though his tone was gentle. 

“Green, sir,” you replied, giving your fingers and toes a wiggle to show him you were okay. Slowly, he positioned his hips in between your dangling legs, his still-hard cock pressing against your inner thigh. 

He cupped your face into both of his calloused hands, holding your gaze with his. “You did so well takin’ me, gorgeous. You’re so, so good to me.” He pecked your lips sweetly, making you drunk off his taste. “Now let me be good to you.” He then took his dick into his hand from the base and, eyes locked with yours, ran it against your overly-sensitive, needy little clit. “You still want this?” he cooed teasingly at you. “You still want this dick?” 

Your clit twitched and ached, your pussy gushing around air as it begged for Hitoshi’s cock. “Yes, please, Hitoshi!” you pleaded, toes curling and muscles clenched. “Please fuck me! C-Can’t take anymore! I’ve earned it! I’ve been a good girl!” 

Hitoshi gave you a wolfish grin, his hands gripping your hips. “Yes, you have,” he chuckled, and then, without warning, he was sliding inside of your exposed, wet, needy pussy. After two weeks without feeling him, it was a bit of a stretch. Your mouth fell open into a silent gasp as you felt your pussy stretch around his head, then to the inches he continued to add. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” Hitoshi swore through a hiss. “And so wet for me. Such a naughty little slut.” He began to slowly move his hips, giving you time to adjust. “My dumb little girl.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your breast. “My good, perfect doll.” He took your hard nipple into his mouth. “For me to hold and play with.” He bit your nipple, the sharp sting making you whine. “And break.” 

Once you were fully adjusted to his size, he sunk in deeper and proceeded to fuck you while you hung from his scarves. Your pussy squeezed and flexed around his shaft as he pounded into you again and again, his hips angled just perfectly so his pelvis rubbed against your aching clit with every thrust. “That feels so good, doesn’t it?” he teased. “Bet you’d let me do this all the time. Let me keep you here forever. Bet you’d even let me breed that pretty pussy if I just keep fucking you, right?” 

You couldn’t think. You couldn’t even breathe. He kept knocking the wind out of your lungs with every merciless thrust that sent you further into the stratosphere. With your legs forcefully spread out the way they were, you were forced to take every inch of him that slid in and out of you. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and your wet pussy gushing around his cock filled the air, making you throw your head back. You were about to blackout from this. “‘T-Toshi,” you moaned breathlessly, your eyes fluttering shut. 

Hitoshi laughed at you as he picked up speed, now bottomed out inside of you. He leaned in towards you, his face like a full moon rising in the night. “What?” he snickered, his hot breath fanning your face. “Is my little bunny goin’ dumb from my dick? You like bein’ my stupid little slut?” He went even faster, pounding into you at a breakneck pace that had you seeing stars and your pussy quivering gratefully for it. 

You were losing it, going completely dumb from the sensations and Hitoshi’s ever-so-persuasive quirk and control. “Y-Yes!” you deliriously babbled, your toes clenched as yet another orgasm approached. “Yes, ooh, I love it! I love bein’ your stupid little slut! I’m yours, Hitoshi, I promise!”

You were completely cum drunk, your mind muddled and your body turning to mush. “Gonna cum again!” you sobbed, eyes squeezed shut and head tossed back to the ceiling. Hitoshi didn’t let up. In fact, he only went harder, gripping your ass and smashing his pelvis onto that clit as he fucked you hard. “Show me then,” he commanded. “Show me how much of a stupid fuckin’ whore you are for me and cum all over my dick. Cum for me, you pretty, brainless lil’ slut!”  

Those words sent you right over the edge. You tumbled down, down, down into the sea of bliss that was waiting for you. When you came for the fourth fucking time that night, you did it on a scream that tore from your lungs and echoed throughout Hitoshi’s apartment. He slowed down enough to let you ride it out, staring at your face with the softest expression you’ve ever seen on him. 

Once your orgasm began to fade and your muscles unclenched, he gripped your hips and started to drive into you again. Never mind how your pussy spasmed and clamped down around his cock in protest, or how you screamed and whined in protest. “Not yet,” he growled as he began to pound into you again with vigor. “Not fuckin’ yet. Not until you’re spent and cum-drunk. Not until you’re good and punished for your bullshit.” 

You were crying, pleading, begging him. For what exactly, you had no idea. Did you want him to stop or keep going? The lines between wanting it and not were blurred, your four orgasms and Hitoshi’s quirk making your brain a complete puddle. “Daddy, please!” you begged tearfully. “Sorry! I’m so, so sorry!” 

He leaned in toward you, so close you could see the line sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Tell me why you did it,” he grunted in your face. “Tell me why you play with my feelings like this. Tell me why you really wanted that break.” 

His quirk took hold of you, gripping your mind and forcing you to comply. “Because…” You hiccuped between a sob as he continued to pound and stroke your pussy, the lewd, wet sounds of your sex filling the air. “Please, Hitoshi,” you begged. “Don’t.” 

His hand suddenly shot out and wrapped around your throat. Your mouth fell open on a gasp as he squeezed. “Save it,” he growled. “You don’t get to make the rules now. I do, and I’m tellin’ you to tell me the truth.” He slowed down his thrusts, going painfully slow, his cock sliding in and out of you at a torturous speed (which was none at all). He was teasing you, forcing you to reveal your dirty little secret. “Tell me if you wanna cum.” 

You started crying then. The hold he had on you was too great. The truth settled on your tongue, the urge to reveal everything pushing through your conscious mind. “Because I was scared!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face. “I was scared by how much I cared for you. I wanted something real with you too, ‘Toshi!” 

Hitoshi stopped moving for a moment. He only started at you for a beat, his eyes wide with astonishment and confusion. You probably looked a mess right now–makeup fucked up, mascara dripping down your cheeks, pussy soaked and pulsating around his dick. You were sure now that he knew the truth, he’d stop this entire thing because of how long you’d been fucking around with him. 

But none of that happened. In fact, the exact opposite occurred. He gripped your head with one hand and slammed his lips against yours as he slid into you, so deep that his balls touched your ass. You moaned into the passionate kiss he gave you, your pussy pulsing around him. He pulled away, wearing a firm expression and holding a fire in his eyes that almost frightened you. 

“No more bullshit after this, you hear me?” he asked, his voice strained. “We can’t be friends after this. My heart couldn’t take it, Y/N.” Before you could even process his words, he settled his hips against yours and kissed your neck as he nuzzled it. “Now do me a favor and fuckin’ cum all over my dick while I cum inside of you.” 

He began to work his hips again, slamming his cock in you again and again. The noises leaving your lips were a mess of moans and delirious giggles, your clit almost being tickled from his pelvis as he fucked you.

“Tell me who the fuck my good girl is,” he commanded. “Tell me whose a good rope bunny for me. Whose a good doll to play with?” He licked his hand and slid it between you both, proceeding to rub at your sensitive, pulsing clit. 

“M-Me!” you deliriously giggled. “I’m your good girl, your rope bunny, your good doll! I’ll be everything you want me to be, sir!” Hitoshi’s gaze darkened as he stared into your eyes, showing you all of him as you showed him all of you. “Oh, my God, I’m gonna fuck you up,” he promised before holding you up by your ankles and drilling himself inside of you again and again. 

And oh, boy, was he. You don’t think you had ever been fucked by him this way: so passionately and so desperately. His hands gripped your hips so tight that you were you had bruises and he took every moment he had to kiss you, his tongue sliding and swirling against yours. You were losing your shit–your body was tingling, each cell coming to life from the sheer pleasure you felt; your muscles felt like they were shot with tranquilizer with how loose they felt; your mind was completely blank. But your heart was full and each time it pounded, it pounded for him. 

Hitoshi wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed again, once again restricting your breathing. “Show me,” he ordered, his voice strained and completely feral. “Show me how good you are. God, baby doll, your pussy is stroking me so good!” He hooked one arm around your ass and pistoned into you again and again, signaling his oncoming orgasm too. 

“Cum with me,” he growled against your lips. “Fuckin’ cum with me, baby!” 

You didn’t know whether it was his quirk or the way he sounded–so desperate and urgent–that made you cum all over his cock. But when it did, you knew this would be the one that would put you out like a light later. You screamed so hard that your throat went raw and your body clenched tightly, your core tightening then unraveling as you came all over Hitoshi’s dick. 

“Cumming!” he gasped. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” He slammed into you faster and harder until he finally busted inside of you, his cock swelling then exploding finally.

Ropes of hot cum shot into your pussy, making you silently gasp at the warmth you felt envelope you. He came so much that it dripped down your asscrack and coated your inner thighs. Hitoshi moaned, cussed, and shouted your name as he came undone, gripping you so close to him that you lost your breath. 

He filled you to the brim with cum until he couldn’t anymore. But he still held onto you like he was afraid you’d disappear. You felt him tremble slightly against you, his kisses soft against your heated skin. “You’re mine,” he whispered tenderly against your neck. “You’re all mine, you hear?” 

You didn’t answer. You physically couldn’t, too far gone in the high to come down. But you did eventually, and when you did, you came down hard. Your body froze and your temperature dropped, making you shiver against Hitoshi. He must have noticed this change too because he pulled away from you. “Baby doll?” he murmured worriedly. 

The hold he had on your brain was now broken. You had full control over yourself now, but even so, you still couldn’t get a good hold on yourself. It felt like your brain and body were fighting against each other. You knew you were experiencing the aftermath of a very intense session with Hitoshi, but you’ve never felt this before. It was scary. You looked into Hitoshi’s worried eyes and opened your mouth, not sure what to say but knowing you just wanted to speak to him. 

He pressed a finger to your lips, stopping you. “Don’t speak,” he urged. “Lemme get you down, okay?” Hurriedly, he slid his softened dick out of you and began to quickly untie you. He started with your legs and then worked on your wrists. You wanted to rub out the ache you felt in them, but your body was too exhausted to do so. 

He then untied the rest of your body, got you a glass of water which you gratefully sipped from, and then coaxed you to lie down under the black comforter that covered the bed. It felt like cool silk against your heated, sweaty skin. 

“Come here,” he cooed as he wrapped his arms around you. You laid against his chest, your ear pressed to his pounding heart. “It’s okay. Just let it come, baby. Just let it come.” The sound of his heartbeat against your ear took you down from your high more and more with each second until soon, your mind was clear and you felt like yourself again. 

You softly mewed like a kitten against his chest and snuggled into him, wanting him close. “Shh,” he shushed you. “Just rest. I’m right here, baby. I’m right here. I’ll always be here.” You smiled tiredly and gratefully at his sweet words. You wanted to thank him, but sleep just had other plans for you. You were out immediately, snuggled up against Hitoshi as the rain raged on outside. 

*******

You didn’t know what time you woke up, but you knew it was sometime later. 

It was still dark, but the rain had stopped. You heard nothing in Hitoshi’s darkened bedroom–only the sound of your soft breathing as you awakened. At some point, Hitoshi had turned out the light, but you didn’t remember when. You barely remembered anything, let alone why you were naked. You also smelled faintly of lavender soap and massage oil which you also didn’t remember using. 

“You’re awake.” You turned at the sound of the familiar, delicious voice behind you, finding Hitoshi sitting up against the headboard, staring down at you with those violet eyes. “You’ve been asleep for only an hour. I cleaned you up and massaged your muscles while you were out. You were, uh…quite a mess.” He smirked at you in the darkness. 

That explained why you felt so clean and relaxed. You didn’t say anything for a while–you just stared at him, your eyes adjusting more to the darkness to see the outline of his face and eyes. “How do you feel?” he asked softly. 

Though the question was quite simple, you found that you didn’t have a real answer for him. “Um…” You struggled to find the words to describe how you felt then. Good? Satisfied? No, that wouldn’t be truthful, because you still felt that emptiness inside of you as you stared at Hitoshi, knowing tonight was the last night you could truly be like this. With anyone. 

“Good,” you replied, attempting to fight the tears as you gave him a false smile. “Really, really good…” But your emotions had other plans for you. Your smile trembled and tears pushed past your eyesockets. You immediately hid your face from Hitoshi as the tears began to break. “Fuck!” you snapped into your hands. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!” 

“Hey, hey,” Hitoshi cooed, putting a hand on your thigh. “What do you mean, darlin’?” He gently pried your hands away from your face, showing your tear-soaked cheeks to him. 

You sniffled, staring down at the comforter you and him laid underneath. “Tonight was supposed to be the last night,” you confessed. “For this.” You ticked a finger between you and him.

“I knew there was no way we could be friends after doing what we’ve been doing, and I didn’t want us to be more ‘cause I was so scared you’d hurt me or that I’d hurt you!” The words flew out of you, desperate to be released like curses in Pandora’s Box. 

There it was: the truth. Out in the open. Your heart pounded as you anticipated Hitoshi’s reaction. For a minute, he stared at you, astonished. “Wow,” he huffed. “That was a lot to unpack. However, you did admit a lot of it during our scene while you were suspended.” You blinked at him, trying to remember what you said. “I did?” you asked, mortified. 

Hitoshi gave you a sheepish look as he scratched the back of his neck. “I kinda persuaded you to do it,” he confessed. “Or rather commanded you.”

He took your hands in yours, squeezing them tightly. “I just wanted to truth because I’m fuckin’ crazy about you, Y/N! I couldn’t do this with another woman even if I wanted to. You stay in my mind, so much that I thought you brainwashed me too.” 

He put a hand to your cheek and stroked his thumb across it gently. “You have me, baby.” He held his eyes with yours, and in them was a sea of tenderness and adoration that teetered just so on the edge of love. You were taken aback at this. “Hitoshi…” The tears continued to flow as utter passion exploded within you, causing you to throw yourself at him. 

“You have me too,” you whispered, the tears still streaming down your face. “I’m so sorry,” you softly sobbed into his chest. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” Hitoshi hushed you and cradled your head to his chest. He held you close and rocked you like his baby as he finally calmed down, soothed by the scent of him and his beating heart. When you finally recovered, he smiled down at you. “Feelin’ better?” he asked. 

You nodded, wiping at your wet cheeks. “So…what now?” you laughed, realizing that you were now way past FWBs. You were now real. Really real. 

Hitoshi hummed thoughtfully to himself. “Well, we didn’t finish all of that Moscato yet, and I think Netflix has some new movies out we can either make fun of or really pay attention to.” He curled an arm under your legs and coaxed you into his lap. “And then maybe, if you’re up for it, we can make up for those two weeks we didn’t have each other.” He ran his lips along your jawline, making you shiver. 

“Mmm, that sounds like a plan,” you purred, tilting your face up to kiss his chin. You ran a finger along his jawline, loving the way his eyes grew hooded. “As long as it’s with you.” 

Hitoshi’s gaze darkened, the switch in his demeanor creating a familiar warm feeling in your core. “Keep talkin’ like that and you definitely won’t be walkin’ tomorrow,” he promised before pressing an earth-shattering, toe-curling kiss to your lips. Meaning he meant that shit. And you knew it. 

You were counting on it. 

THE END.

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usually I see characters how have a lot of control I. their lives and I think "they'd LOVE to sub" but Shinso is just The Dom to me

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None of the stories linked are mine.

All contain mature content / smut.

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Warnings: smut (panty-sniffing, crotch-sniffing, breeding kink, scent kink?) dubcon, not proofread

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W: Breeding Kink, Milking (His Dick and His Tits), Lactation Kink

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Tags: Smut, fluff, imagine, ‘thinking about…’

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Heat

Cow Hybrid!Sub!Shigaraki x gn!Dom!Reader

Warning(s): Anal Fingering, Cock Milking, Male Lactation, Overstimulation

Hybrid Headcanons

ft. AIZAWA, SHINSO, DABI and SHIGARAKI

Note: Contains some NSFW when it comes to their ruts

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We’ve talked about this recently, but MURDEROUS SLEDGEHAMMER MASKED SHINSOU who gets dominant by Chubby Fem! Reader who was only exploring the haunted house of the amusement park Shinsou is performing at in order to earn extra cash for college, but he also earned a girlfriend unexpectedly. How he is saying filth while she does her work on him, with his loud noises he is making, that mixes in with the screams of the passerby’s in the haunted house.

NSFW

W: Fun time comadre, fun time. Mask kink, fake blood, and a lot of degradation

The masked man with wild purple hair was not an intimidating sight, not when you already knew that behind the mask and muscles was a submissive slut who catered to your every need. You never expected him to be so easy to get on his knees for you or have him eat you out in an obscure corner of the haunted house. You've seen him on campus before, the purple hair was a dead giveaway that this was Shinsou Hitoshi, the mind control quirk user. You found him adorable, easy on the eyes, and built like a god. His eyes were glazed over, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tasted your sex. You fucked his mouth while his hands dug into his thick muscular thighs. You came into the haunted house with a friend but you left them the moment the sledgehammered actor appeared. You wanted your fun and you couldn't do that with your friend screaming bloody murder while yanking on your arm. Shinsou Hitoshi was the toy you wanted but could never really reach for and tonight was your chance.

"Mo-mommy." His face was covered in your release. His breathing was heavy as he looked up at you, eyes searching for a response.

"Did I give you permission to speak, bitch?" You pulled at his hair and placed your foot on top of his covered crotch. He hissed at the pressure but he quickly shut his mouth.

"Mommy wants her precious boy to lick her clean. Can you do that? Can you satisfy mommy's needs or will she need to go look for someone else?" You taunted him. His eyes grew wide and they quickly filled with tears as you mentioned searching for someone else.

He barely knew you but the idea of you ditching him to go look for someone who you deemed worthy of even touching you made his stomach twist into a knot.

"N-no! I- I can do it, mommy." He quickly went back to work making sure that you were cleaned and ready to take his cock raw.

He was honestly the prettiest thing you've ever seen. His eyes looked like they glowed in the dark lighting and his hair was almost fluorescent. He moaned out loud without a care in the world about anyone hearing. It wasn't like they would know it was him or what you were both up to. Your pussy took in his thick length and covered it in a coating of cum that had him rolling his eyes back. He cried out your name, almost like a prayer for you, yet they were overshadowed by the terrified yelling of attraction goers. You continued to lift your hips up and down his length and watched as loud after loud were dumped in and later dripped out of you as Shinsou lost himself in the pleasure. His face flushed and his ears burned with heat as he played with your breasts. He thought to himself about what he had done to deserve this on Halloween night. What had he done to get such a sweet reward in the form of you, his mommy? He frankly didn't bother to question it anymore. If it meant that you were going to continue to fuck him after this, he wasn't going to ruin the moment by thinking.

#shinsou x reader #shinsou x y/n #shinsou x female reader #shinsou x f! reader #shinso x reader #shinso x f! reader #shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #shinso hitoshi #mha #bnha #my hero academia #sub shinso #sub shinsou

[subbyalbedo]

Kinktober 2023! 👹

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**All fics are DOM READER**

Week 1:

(1) DACRYPHILIA with Giyu Tomioka

(2) FEMINIZATION with Tamaki Amajiki

(3) ORAL FIXATION with Kyojuro Rengoku

(4) ~x~

(5) THIGH RIDING with Zenitsu Agatsuma

(6) RIMMING with Katsuki Bakugo

(7) TEASE with Keigo Takami

Week 2:

(8) SOMNOPHILIA with Hitoshi Shinso

(9) BRAT TAMING with Neito Monoma

(10) EDGING with Sanemi Shinazugawa (Part 1)

(11) DOUBLE PENETRATION x THREESOME with Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa (Part 2 of Day 10)

(12 - 14) ~x~

Week 3:

(15) IGNORE with Izuku Midoriya

(16) PRAISE with Douma

(17-18) ~x~

(19) MASTERBATION with Kyojuro Rengoku

(20) COCKWARMING with Neito Monoma

(21) OVERSTIMULATION with Shoto Todoroki

Week 4:

(22) ~x~

(23) CAMBOY with Tomura Shigaraki

(24) LACTATION with Eijiro Kirishima

(25-26) ~x~

(27) BREEDING with Zenitsu Agatsuma

(28) CORRUPTION with Tanjiro Kamado pt 1

Week 5:

(29) CORRUPTION with Tanjiro Kamado pt 2

(30) MOMMY KINK + SUB SPACE with Tengen Uzui

(31) A/B/O with Omega!Muzan Kibutsuji (Happy Halloween!!)

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This is my first kinktober so...we'll see how it goes????? Idk what demon possessed me to have a fic for every single day in October but this isn't stressful at all...not one bit *nervous laughter*

I added some breaks because I don't think I'm gonna get all these done in time, and I changed a couple things, but honestly I think I'm doing better than expected for my first kinktober lol.

Fics will come out at 5:00 AM on the day they are set for.

(as things are posted, they will be linked on here).

Enjoy!

(if someone can explain why tf the links are messed up and different colors (???), that would be greatly appreciated...)

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #leonawrites #dom reader #dom reader smut #sub character smut #smut #my hero academia #demon slayer #first kinktober?!?!?!? #idk whats gonna happen #scary #happy halloweeeeeeeen

[univvrse]

the coven (chapter 10)

minors dni

reader x bakugou x shinsou x kaminari x kirishima

cw: sub reader, smut, penetrative sex

Coven- a formation of at least three or more vampires

He told you they were dangerous- why didn't you believe him?

previous parts can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

1.7k words

As soon as you were sat down, he pulled you flush against him, his hands gripping your arms.

“You’re so much prettier up close.” His eyes scanned down your face, as though he were admiring you. You blushed so deeply you were sure your cheeks rivalled Eijiro’s hair.

You realised you’d forgotten to answer, “Thank y-” you began, but the rest of the word was swallowed up when Hitoshi swerved forwards, kissing you passionately.

Your eyes widened in shock, but you let them close, returning the kiss eagerly. Your hands left your sides and found their way to Hitoshi’s waist. You slid them up his shirt, feeling his cool marble skin. He was incredibly toned, with hard abs and a highly accentuated v-line. You moved your hands up, ghosting your fingers across his stomach. He gasped lightly, parting his lips into the kiss. You slid your tongue along his lower lip. He opened his mouth further, allowing you entry. As your tongue met his you moved your hands up further, palming at his pecs.

He let out a soft sound, halfway between a moan and a whimper.

You broke away from the kiss and your hands left his chest. Hitoshi whined at the loss of contact, and you smiled at his desperation. You found the hem of his shirt, lifting it. You only managed to bring it up to his lower ribs before he took over, pulling it over his head with ease.

His body was breathtaking to say the least. He pulled you closer- if that was even possible. His hands began to crawl up under your shirt like your hands had done to him, playing with the lace of the hem of your bra.

Eijiro invited himself into the room- the floor creaking slightly as he did, he sat down on the hard-wood floor, opposite the bed; he was content enough to watch from afar and out of the corner of his eye. Denki sat opposite him- pressing his back against the footboard of the bed, facing away from you and pulling out his phone; he didn’t seem at all interested in what was about to happen.

You turned your attention back to Hitoshi who had never stopped fiddling with the lace of your bra- he kissed you again, somehow harsher and filled with even more want. Without complication, he pulled of your shirt. Leaving you in just your bra

It felt weird, to be half-naked in a room full of men. Even though Eijiro had seen you stark naked earlier that day- it felt unnatural to have two pairs of eyes on you this time.

Hitoshi took a second to fully be cognizant of your body, his jaw falling slightly slack. He leaned into your neck, pressing light kisses into your collarbone- mindful to not accidentally bite you with his sharp canines.

Even though you hadn’t seen his teeth as clearly as you had seen Eijiro’s (that night in the field) his teeth seemed somehow sharper- seeming to have more pronounced fangs. Could vampire’s teeth differ from one another? Well clearly, they could.

Hitoshi’s lips left your collar, climbing higher up your neck- carefully sucking dark hickeys into your neck to match the ones Eijiro had given you earlier that day. Eventually, he reached your lips once again- he kissed you fervidly for a moment, before his hand began to pull at the waist of your jeans- slipping one of his scarred hands inside and holding you by your waist. His other hand began to undo them, slow and tantalizingly.

He pulled away from the kiss for a moment to look at your face. You opened your eyes and looked into his- his eyes were full of hunger and lust- very clearly for you. He was beautiful like this- sculpted by the gods themselves. His purple hair and eyes stood out very clearly against his immaculate ivory skin. You praised gods- even ones you didn’t believe in for putting you on earth even if it were to only experience this one single moment.

After what seemed like an eternity of pure, burning desire, he undid the button of your trousers, pulling the zipper down- pushing the waistband down past your hips. He tapped two fingers against your hips, signalling he wanted you to lift them for him. You ardently did so. In a moment, your jeans lay on the mess of his floor- he hoped to never see them again- to force you to walk around their house exposed and completely at their mercy. He pressed kiss after kiss onto your lips- as if he wanted to commit the feeling of your soft lips to perfect memory so he could remember it for the rest of his very long life.

He ghosted a single finger over your clothed clit- making your shiver at the sudden contact and moan slightly into his mouth- sending vibrations through his undead body.

He chased the sound- beginning to rub circles onto the nub- drawing moan after moan from your lips.

He grabbed your waist for a moment with both of his cold hands- lifting you into the air and pulling your underwear completely off you in one swift tug.

You were completely naked now, you were completely at his will- your day with Eijiro didn’t make you feel any more prepared or feel like you had enough experience- but oh well, too late now.

He pressed you back lightly by your shoulders- using an incredibly small percentage of his strength- so you were lying on your back- he quickly climbed on top of you- pressing forceful kisses against your lips. He reached one hand between the two of you, rubbing small circles on your clit.

You wrapped your hands around his neck- trying to keep him there for as long as you could.

Your hips bucked slightly against his hand, chasing the friction he was giving you. Small moans slipped from your lips but were unintentionally silenced by Hitoshi’s mouth that was still pressed against yours.

You took a quick glance at Eijiro and Denki who were still sat on the floor. Denki was now straddling Eijiro’s lap, and they were making out, Denki grinding slightly onto Eijiro- you were excepting it to bother you slightly- seeing the boy you had lost your virginity to earlier that day with other people. But- you didn’t feel a slight twinge of jealousy as you watched the two of them from the corner of your eye.

You took one of your arms from around his neck and trailed it down his side until you found the waist the waist of his jeans- you found his belt grabbing it by the buckle and taking your time to undo it. Once he understood what you were trying to do, he reached down himself, he brushed your hand away with ease and undid his buckle as well as the button to them. His jeans were baggy enough that he didn’t need to pull them down himself and they slipped past his hips on their own. He kicked his jeans from his feet- they fell down onto his mess of a floor.

You could see how his room had gotten so messy. He looked at you, non-verbally asking for consent to continue. You nodded and he reached down to pull his cock out of his boxers.

His cock seemed slightly longer than Eijiro’s probably closer to 7 inches but appeared to be slightly less girthy. He was also circumcised. Was this the case for all vampires?

Your thoughts were all zapped from your brain as he began to press the head of his cock against your cunt, slowly pressing in. He groaned slightly- feeling the warmth of your pussy. He hadn’t stretched you out on his fingers like Eijiro had and you could definitely feel the difference.

The ache as he entered you was an incredible mix of both pain and pleasure. You hissed slightly.

“Sorry baby I’m too impatient,” he said- shoving his cock to the hilt- he couldn’t stop himself and jutted his hips slightly- grinding his cock inside of you.

You wanted to reply with a snide comment, but you just couldn’t get the words out. He stopped moving for a second- trying to give you time to adjust to him.

He began to kiss your neck again, beginning just under your jaw and began to move his way down- trailing with his tongue and leaving a few hickeys there. He stopped when he reached your right shoulder- he bit at it harshly with his front teeth- cautious to not use his canines. It wasn’t enough to draw blood- yet it stung marvellously.

“You can move now Hitoshi,” you whispered in his ear,

He began to thrust quickly into you, he went faster than Eijiro had, his dick bruising your cervix. His pace was unrelenting, he quickly pressed his left hand between you- starting to rub harsh circles onto your clit. You felt the twinge in your stomach- you were close already.

You struggled to tell him- all the air having left your lungs. He had left you utterly breathless.

His face was now buried in the crook of your neck- he was loud to say the least. Moan after moan slipped from his lips- sending vibrations travelling throughout your body. He babbled between them- they were mostly unintelligible. The words you could make out didn’t make sense. He seemed drunk and dazed on your pussy.

He was the definition of beauty like this. His hips began to stutter, and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you. The coil in your stomach began to tighten.

“F-fuck Hitoshi I’m g-gonna-” Your orgasm cut you off- you saw only white for a few seconds. Your entire body went completely slack, and you could’ve sworn your toes went entirely numb, seconds later you felt his hot cum spill inside of you. He bit your shoulder as he came- not with his fangs. He whimpered as he came- shoving his cock as physically deep as he could inside of you and thrusting shallowly there.

He pulled out of you quickly, pressing a kiss to your lips- “Jesus fuck- that was amazing.”

You looked up and realised Eijiro and Denki had left, where could they have gone?

#my hero academia #vampire #vampire au #no beta we die like men #hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi smut #shinsou smut #mha smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha #fem reader #sub!reader

[ace-touya]

Dabi, and His Parallels to Early Izuku

Weird start. These are two characters who really don’t seem like they’d be foils of each other. (Dabi has a lot of foils, Shoto being the most obvious, but also Izuku, Keigo, Katsuki, Geten and Toga. If anyone wants me to talk about any of the others, I will. I have a lot of thoughts. But back to Izuku.)

The obvious thing is the disability coding - both are disabled. Dabi has a quirk that is incompatible with hid body, Izuku doesn’t have a quirk at all. Their disabilities both result in them being outcasted. For Touya, this is within his family structure, and for Izuku, it’s at middle school.

When Izuku first gets One For All, their situations become even more similar, as they both have quirks that their bodies cannot handle. Also, when Izuku breaks his bones, it’s shown visually by his skin going purple, just like Dabi’s scars. And both of them are similarly self-destructive.

Take this line from Recovery Girl to All Might in the sports festival arc:

“You lit a fire under this child and pushed him too far. Look at what he’s done to make you proud.”

And compare to these Touya quotes:

“You lit this fire under me, dad!”

“After all these years, you’ll be proud to have me as your son!”

Both of those are from the dub, I don’t know if the sub lines are different but its worth pointing out regardless.

Their physical states aren’t the end-all-be-all of their similarities, though. Perhaps more interesting is the similar determination both middle school Izuku and young Touya have to become heroes, despite everyone around them believing those dreams to be futile.

As far as I can tell it’s a pretty common belief among the fanbase that, if not for Enji, Touya wouldn’t have wanted to be a hero in the first place. Rei says something along these lines herself, about thinking he’s looking to impress his father rather than saving people. There’s obviously no denying that this is a big factor in Touya’s ambition, however, he was clearly enthusiastic about heroism before his disability was diagnosed and before he knew that Enji’s love for him was conditional. He was asking to learn ultimate moves at the age of five, he clearly loved training.

(I may also do an analysis on how Touya’s attitude toward his training affected Enji’s treatment of Shoto, if anyone wants that, because once again, I have thoughts)

I don’t think I need to go into Izuku’s ambitions. We all know being a hero is important to him. But the point is that both of them were surrounded by people who were very adamant they wouldn’t achieve these goals - Katsuki and Enji, respectively (the parallels between those two are even more interesting) - and neither of them let those expectations of failure get in their way.

The difference between Izuku and Touya, the thing that makes them foils, is the vastly different lives they had growing up. Izuku says himself to Shoto in the sports festival that their lives are so different. While he grew up idolising heroes, Touya grew up quickly learning how corrupt they were. That’s the thing that changed Touya’s path in life, just as much as wanting Enji’s attention.

He decided that he’d rather tear down the system that hurt him rather than work for it, but the realisation of hero society’s dark side came much later for Izuku, and he still believes in the good that it can do.

We know from things like his fight with Shinso at the sports festival, or with Gentle Criminal and La Brava, that Izuku is incredibly empathetic. I’d love for him to have a moment of understanding Dabi, but from the few manga spoilers I haven’t been able to avoid, I doubt it’ll happen.

#touya todoroki #dabi #izuku midoriya #deku #my hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #mha #bnha #mha analysis

[madisonstarss]

Heyo I saw that you had open requests so I was wondering if you could do a Nsfw scenario with a Sub Shinzo form Mha (I'm sorry if I miss spelled it) with a female or Afab soft Dom S/o doing the ✨️DeViLs TaNGo ✨️for the first time with an established relationship. If you don't wanna do it I totally understand and sorry it was kinda specific.love your work tysm ❤️❤️❤️

First Time for Everything(SUB!Shinso x SOFT!DOM!Reader)

tysm for the request !!💞💞 I never written a soft dom before so hopefully I did this right!

warnings: afab reader, sex ofc, oral(m receiving), hickies given, p in v, the first time doing it in their relationship, reader calling shinso pet names, peer pressure?)

"Wait you guys still haven't done it?" Mina chirps.

"Well..no." You admit.

"You guys have been dating for like ever though!" She says.

"Not that long." You say, "I just don't want to rush him into anything. He doesn't seem to want to do it yet."

Little did you know, he was listening. And he couldn't believe what he was hearing! Of course he wanted to have sex with you. But he was too scared to ask. He couldn't just go up to you and be like hey can you get on top of me.

"Maybe thats the issue. Maybe he doesn't want to ask you. He's waiting for you to ask him." Denki comes out of no where, joining the conversation.

"Do you really think that?" You question. Denki nods.

"For once, I agree with this dork." Mina agrees. "You gotta be the man."

And that's how you got into this situation. In your dorm room. On your bed. Towering over him. His cheeks bright red. You lips kissed him with fire and passion. He melted at your touch. He'd been waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever. You pushed his hair back. "Look at me baby." You coo at him as you break away from the kiss. He opens his eyes and watches you. "Good boy. I want you to see that your all mine. And every else will know that too. Hold my hair back?" He does as asked and holds your hair back for you. You quickly take off his shirt. Taken in it all. You've seen him shirtless before when you guys went to the beach together. But this was different. You can do whatever you want to him. And his beautiful body.

You gently start sucking his neck. Making sure to leave marks. You move lower down his chest and finally to his v line. "May i?" He nods. "I need words baby."

"Y-yes." He says.

"Good boy. " You pull down his pants. You can already see his cock springing through his boxers. "Aw your all ready for me?" You smile at him. You pull down his boxers. You slowly lick his tip. He thrust his hips into you. You look up at his eyes full of listening. "Patience Mr." You slowly take it in. Bobbing your head up and down. Slightly grinding your teeth against his cock. You couldn't wait any longer. You got up and he immediately whined at the loss of contact. You strip down so your completely naked. He starts to get up but you put your hand on his chest and gently push him back down.

"Since you've been a good boy, I'm gonna make you feel real good. Okay?" You ask. He nods. You slowly get on his cock and start riding him. It hurts at first, your not gonna lie. But as you slowly started to go faster you felt immense pleasure. You took his hands and guided them to your waist. You felt his grip tighten as he held you so you wouldn't fall off and the speed you were going. "Fuck." You moaned as your walls tighten around him.

"Y/n..im gonna.."

"Come on, cum for me baby." You coo. You fee his warm liquids fill you up, and yours soon following. You get off him and collapse next to him on the bed. Grabbing the blanket and pulling it over both of you. You guys face each other. "I love you so much. I hope you know that baby." You gently kiss his forehead.

"I love you too." He smiles lazily at you. And in no time, you were both fast asleep.

#Mha #my hero academia #X reader #Smut #Shinso #Shinso x reader #Shinso smut #boku no hero academia

[bakubunny]

One more Shinso thought before i leave you be: dom!shinso who after so long of being feared and treated suspiciously has you who trusts him so fully to take care of you and give you what you need and obeys and listens completely, no quirk necessary.

(As touched and honored as he is by that though, he'll still be super mean about it. Like, "wow, i didnt know i could get someone to obey so easily without brainwashing them. You really are just an empty-headed slut, eh kitten?") ✨️

send as much shinso brainrot as you want sparkle anon 😭

okay but actually

i have an unfinished shinchako age play fic centered around exactly this.

like he’s never tried being a dom in general bc he’s all “yknow, brainwashing quirk + dominant doesn’t exactly create a great environment for building trust with a sub.” and ochako casually says, “yeah, but you’re really kind. i’d trust you.” and it goes from there.

i shared a snippet of it when i first started the blog, but it completely flopped (partially bc it’s a rarepair & char x char among other things). i ended up pulling it down and never finishing it bc i got multiple nasty anons. that was back when i first started writing age play for bnha and i was not confident with it.

if there’s enough interest, i might rework it someday (and possibly cut out the age play elements), either as a shinchako or x reader fic.

also that last phrase has me melting 😰

#on fridays we share with the class #✨ anon #🧸 #bnha smut #shinso smut #shinsou smut #shinchako #Shinchako smut #uraraka smut #uraraka ochako #shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #tw age play