#shinsou treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

victim to my every need

Shinsou Hitoshi x f!reader Warnings: public sex, mall sex, sex toy usage, clit sensitizer, nipple tingling gel, overstimulation, spreader bars, anal play, butt plug usage, vaginal fingering, reader is ovulating, very brief bratting, mention of sadism, multiple orgasms (reader receiving), condom sex, slight aftercare. I think that's it, but pls let me know if I missed anything. Word Count: 5.7k Notes: this is way past overdue lmao but I hope you all enjoy! 🫶🏼 Minors/ageless/blank blogs DNI! Also available on ao3!

Settling into bed, you sigh quietly under your breath, lashes fluttering as you snuggle into the pillows behind your head. Finally, some peace and quiet, you think to yourself, instinctively glaring at your wall that your neighbors feel the need to bang against every other night. Well screw them—tonight is for you. 

Digging into your night table, you dig out ole reliable; the vibrator that you’ve had for entirely too long that honestly should’ve clonked out on you years ago. But that’s why its ole reliable, with its too loud buzz that always seems to hit the right spot every time. You close your eyes, releasing another breath, spreading your legs overtop of the sheets, and pull your underwear to the side. You’ll be sleep after this in no time. 

…Except ole reliable fucking clonks out on you the moment you’re this close to orgasming. You’re in disbelief for a few seconds, clicking the on and off button from memory without having to move from your spot. But, no matter how many times you click it, ole reliable just isn’t turning on. 

“Fuck!” You screech, ignoring the bang on your wall from your neighbor. Of all fucking nights, this just had to happen to you. You huff under your breath, finally sitting up in bed so that you could glare at your toy, cursing its pathetic existence as it rolls around your bed. 

What were you gonna do? You really needed that nut right now; you were ovulating and hornier than you think you’ve ever been. Your hand won’t be as satisfying, the water pressure in this apartment complex was ass, and you didn’t have any other toys that could get the job done like ole reliable could. 

You groan and a run a hand down your face, plopping back onto your pillows as you try to come up with a quick solution. Ordering one online would take too long, and the store that you got it from would be closed by this time of night. As you ponder your options, an idea hits you, and you’re too horny to care about whether or not it was a good one. 

…

You walk into the twenty four hour mall with your head basically bowed in shame, scurrying through the open space quickly. Most stores were still open, but you saw on the mall website that their sex store closed at midnight. It was only ten minutes before their doors would be locked, and the walk to the store in the far corner of the mall would eat up all of that time. So you put a little extra boost in your steps, and hope that you make it time. 

Which you do, just barely though, as you watch the worker pull out a set of keys from his pockets. You rush over, waving a hand as you call out to the purple haired man, 

“Excuse me! Can I get something really quick?” You ask, cringing as your voice echoes in the quietness of the mall. There’s some overplayed tune wafting through the speakers and a few stragglers going from store to store. The worker doesn’t even look up though, back still turned to you as you watch his head shake slightly. 

“Sorry, sweetheart, but we’re closed for the night. Come back in the morning.” He tells you, a deep voice ringing from the man that echoes slightly. It makes you give pause, something filthy happening to you at the sound of him. Your steps stutter as your thighs twitch, finally taking a moment to take the man in as you step up beside him. He turns to you with his eyebrow cocked, hands pausing though as he looks at you. 

He’s handsome as ever, with fluffy lavender hair in the cut of a mullet, and a sharp, angled face. He’s covered in piercings, which shocks you, with one in each eyebrow, another going through the bridge of his nose, another going vertically through his bottom lip. His eyes match his hair, and despite the bags under his eyes, you think he might be the finest specimen you’ve ever seen in your life. 

Either that, or your ovulation is making you a madman. 

“I’m so sorry to be a bother, but I really need to buy something. Like, really badly.” You emphasize, giving him a small smile as he cocks his head at you. He’s taller than you, wearing a gray hoodie and loose sweatpants that you try not to stare at. You’re not completely shameless. 

“Well, if its that urgent, maybe you need the pharmacy on the other side of the mall, then.” His deep voice is low, sarcastic, but you notice that he doesn’t lock the doors yet. Instead, he leans against them with his shoulder, looking down his nose at you as you stand there practically dancing between your two feet. 

“The pharmacy doesn’t sell what I need.” You mumble, eyes darting across the mall to see if anyone’s paying you two any attention. A few look toward you, mainly because you’re damn near pleading to be let in the shop called “Trunk’o’Toys” with a very obvious eggplant beside it. You avoid their gazes and look back toward the worker, whose eyes conveniently roll the moment you catch his gaze. He sighs real loud, shifting on his feet as he twirls the keys around his pointer finger. 

“Look, sweetheart, I’ve been here all day. I’m ready to go home and smoke a joint or two, and I would prefer doing that sooner rather than later. We’re closed.” He says the last part with finality lacing his tone, making you bite your lip in worry. Despite the time throwing on clothes, driving over here, and conversing with this worker, you’re still wet as ever. Still throbbing in your panties, still feeling as desperate as hell, and the fact that he won’t let you in is driving you up the fucking wall. 

The worker goes to lock up the shop once more, but you reach a hand out to stop him quickly. Your hand closes around his wrist, and you think that maybe this is a terrible fucking idea, especially when he freezes and fixes you with a hard glare. Despite this though, you lean in until your mouth is inches away from his face, looking down at the floor and then his soft looking lips, and then the floor again because his mouth is too pretty. 

“Please, just let me in.” You whisper, swallowing loudly as you contemplate if you should share all of your troubles. You decide that, if you want what you need so badly, then you should just go for it, damn the consequences that come with it. 

“I, um, I’ve been rather, you know…worked up lately,” you whisper, avoiding his seemingly bored gaze. “And work has been hectic, and I haven’t had any time for myself and—”

“Baby, I don’t care about your life story.” The worker interjects but you squeeze him a little harder and finish your explanation. 

“And I finally got the chance to—to alleviate some of the worked up-ness, and I got so close, and then.” You stop, swallowing again, suddenly nervous as the worker seems intrigued now. He raises a pierced brow, ducking his head down so that you can look at him again, and you do. 

“And then?” He questions, tone suddenly shifting as he licks his lips once. He sees where this is going, and you kinda hate the man for making you say it out loud when he sees how desperate you are. 

“And then my vibrator died before I could finish.” You whisper out in a rush, eyes dropping to his mouth that presses in a thin line. “And I—I really need a new one, ‘cause I think I might go crazy if I have to wait through the night.” The air between the two of you is electric, and you finally let his wrist go when you see how he goes from annoyed to intrigued. You take a step back, feeling woozy at the close contact, how your hole still throbs, at how this worker is staring at you. He takes a step forward, closing the gap once more as he looks down at you, with an almost amused smirk on his face. 

“And my shop the only shop that can help you?” He asks almost sarcastically, grinning when you frown a little, confused since you just offered him a too personal explanation. 

“Well, yeah,” you answer, feeling a little dumb at his question. It only makes the worker grin even harder though, at your uncertainty, how you shuffle on your feet when he leans in real close in your space. He has a hand on his hip, the other resting against the shops doors, and his eyes feel like they’re undressing you by the second. 

“You know I’d have to charge you extra. An inconvenience fee, and all.” The worker teases you, cocking his head when he sees you thinking it over silently. As you look down, you catch his name on his name tag; Shinsou. He was a cheeky little fucker, that for some reason turned you on more than you cared to admit, even if he hadn’t even touched you yet. 

“Yeah, that’s—that’s okay.” You stutter over yourself, swallowing when you look down and catch a twitch between his legs. Your cunt throbs with every second, and you wonder how much more shameless you could get before the night was over. You look up though, when Shinsou clears his throat, lavender eyes feeling hypnotic like a sirens call. 

“I can waive the fee, though. But only if—”

“Yes.” You cut him off quickly, nodding your head as you step even closer to him until your shoes bump against each others. You wrap your hands in the front of his hoodie, pouting when he laughs at you, holding your hands in his own bigger, warmer ones as he tilts down to look at you. 

“You didn’t even wait for me to tell you.” He teases, skimming his mouth against yours and pulling away with a shit eating grin when you try to kiss him. You pout, uncaring of the few people that linger in the mall, having eyes only for the hot sex toy shop worker that squeezes your hands in his. 

“Don’t need to. I’ve been this close to finishing since you turned around, and I’m ovulating like I’m in fuckin’ heat.” You whisper in a confessional to him, eyes going wide after your word vomit. You wonder if it was a mistake sharing something that intimate with a stranger, especially with how Shinsou’s own eyes go wide at your words. But they quickly lower, his lids heavy as he brings you in close by your hips until they press against his, and you gasp at the bulge that pokes at your tummy. 

“That’s all you had to say, sweetheart.” Shinsou whispers against your mouth before he pushes the door of his shop open with one fell swoop. You two go falling inside, mouths suddenly on each others, hands gripping and groping everything that you could reach, stumbling until your back hits the front counter. Your hands under his hoodie, moaning at how jacked he really is, how he’s been hiding all that muscle under clothing so big. 

And Shinsou does the same, squeezing the fat of your ass and thighs in his palms, consuming you with every peck of his mouth, every lick of that pierced tongue you hadn’t noticed before. You groan against him when he quickly lifts you onto the counter, mouth still connected to his, head tilting as he swallows your every little noise. He pulls back after what feels like hours, after he squeezes at your tit and feels you throb against him, after you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in closer than he thought possible. 

You don’t stop though, tilting down to start mouthing at his neck, one hand gripping his shoulder to pull him in tighter, the other groping his pec. You can feel Shinsou moving around, but pay it no mind, only lean back slightly when he tugs at your shirt. It comes off in one quick motion, and he holds you back when you go to mouth at his jaw again. 

“Think I wanna try a few toys with you. ’S that okay?” Shinsou asks, huffing a little and grinning at your wide eyes when you finally see what’s in his hand. 

“Tingling gel?” You question, scratching lightly at his nape when he starts digging around for a pair of scissors behind you under the counter. It presses his hoodie to your warm skin, the fabric tickling you as you press your nose against his temple. 

“Where do you wanna put that?” You ask in a moan when Shinsou nibbles at your jaw, hearing him cut open the plastic. He answers your question when he suddenly undoes your bra clasps, makes you wonder if the fucker secretly had an extra pair of arms you hadn’t noticed before to be so tricky. Your breasts fall out of your bra with a slight bounce, gasping when Shinsou pulls back to watch. His eyes go low as he cups one tit in his hand, staring up at you from beneath his lashes with an impish grin. 

“Right on these pretty little things.” Shinsou tells you, leaning in to lick against your bottom lip, asking against your mouth, “Is that okay with you?” 

And you nod as enthusiastically as you can, managing to bump your forehead against his own, pulling a laugh from the two of you. You affirm him, pushing your chest into his grip, biting your lip when he squeezes with a grin. 

“Heard this shit kicks in pretty fast, so tell me when it does.” Shinsou murmurs, invested in opening the cap and squeezing some onto his fingers. He warms it between his fingertips, the lull in conversation making you glance up at him, only to find him already looking at you. 

“What?” You can’t help but blurt out, suddenly a little unsure of yourself. Here you are, at midnight, in public, sitting on a sex toy shop counter with your tits out, waiting for the hot worker to rub tingling gel on your nipples. 

You can’t say that you make the best decisions when you’re ovulating. But Shinsou only grins crookedly at you, leaning in to kiss you a lot slower, a lot gentler this time than before. His warm tongue ring glides against the grooves of your gums and teeth, feeling you gasp into his own mouth as he finally starts working the still cool gel on your nipples. 

“Nothin’. You’re just really pretty like this.” He tells you, leaning back to watch the clear gel absorb into your skin, looking back up at you as you watch him. “I never got your name, either.”

You tell him, in a shaky little breath, when he works it into the other nipple. His fingers are thick and stocky, the pads of his fingers rough yet gentle where he massages the gel in. He thumbs at them, plucking them softly to hear you hiccup and moan, wrapping your legs around his waist even tighter when the feeling hits after only a few seconds. 

“It’s kicking in already.” You whine, high in the back of your throat as you lean your head back. 

“How does it feel?” Shinsou asks against the column of your throat, pulling away momentarily to take his hoodie off, finding him with no shirt underneath. His chest rubs against yours when he leans into you, and it makes your hips buck at the sensation. He chuckles under his breath, grabbing at your hips as he starts to languidly grind his hips into your own. 

“Kinda weird. Really good.” You mutter, eyes screwed shut when the feeling intensifies, foreign in sensation. But not bad at all, especially when paired with Shinsou mouthing at that spot beneath your ear, the bulge of his cock sliding against your clit. You can feel him grin, squeezing at your ass as he murmurs against your neck,

“Mind if I up the ante with some more fun?” You’re nodding before he can even finish his sentence, making him outright laugh this time. When he pulls away, you’re pouting at him, and he can’t help but lick at your protruding bottom lip before reaching under the counter again. You gasp at the contact of his warm skin against your tingling nipples, toes curling as you feel your body going limp. 

“Please, hurry up. Touch me, just do something.” You whimper to Shinsou, pulling at the hair on his nape when you hear him cutting another package open behind you. This time, you can’t see what it is, and it makes you all the more desperate. Shinsou tuts at you, nipping sharply on your shoulder, pushing your already sensitive chest into his own to hear you gasp again. 

“Such a whiny little thing you are.” He chided, sounding almost disappointed. But you don’t get a second to dwell on it when you hear a buzzing sound behind you. Your back straightens, trying to look over your shoulder, but Shinsou pulls it out in front of you before you can. He holds the toy between you two, something long in shape and purple in color, with what looks to be a suction on the other end that he holds. 

You couldn’t believe your eyes. It was the same exact make and model as ole reliable. You could cry right now. 

“Since its fresh out the pack, it doesn’t have much battery life. So let’s put this thing to use, and fast.” Shinsou grins at you, the rose gold bar in his lip shining in the low lights of the shop. He looks heaven sent right now, or maybe hell sent, with his devious grin and glinting facial metal and the fact that he’s waving a vibe in front of your face. 

But you take that as a win anyway, nodding mutely as you spread your legs in front of him, finally unwrapping them from around his waist. Shinsou grins at that, forcing the vibe in your hands as he strips you bare from the waist. You press the vibrating toy against your nipples, inhaling sharply when the tingling feeling is only amplified. It’s snatched out of your hand quickly though, making you frown at Shinsou who tuts at you disappointedly. 

“Told you it only has a bit of life in it. If another vibe dies on you tonight, I think its just your fault at this point.” He throws back in your face, grinning when your eyebrows furrow and you frown at him. 

“Victim blaming, are we?” You tilt your chin at him, watching with lidded eyes as he takes all of you in—your pebbled nipples, your soaked cunt, your quaking thighs, your curled toes. He takes it all in with a bite to his bottom lip, finally pressing the low buzzing toy against your already swollen clit. 

“Oh, so you’re a victim now?” Shinsou teases, presses his mouth to yours to feel all your hiccuping little moans and sighs. “All because you couldn’t cum?” The way he spits the words feel derogatory, makes your lip pout and a whimper crawl from your throat. Shinsou coos over you, pressing the pads of his other hand against your slick hole, pecking at the corner of your mouth. 

“What a poor little thing you must be, so desperate to cum like this.” His voice is full of faux sympathy, but you eat it up either way. You nod desperately where you hide your face in his shoulder, feel the tip of his middle finger slide so easily into you, that it feels like pure sin. He goes all the way down to his knuckle without a single hitch, groaning low in his throat when you pulsate around him, clit twitching. 

“Bet I could make you cum in barely minute. Ain’t that right?” Shinsou’s voice is dripping sex and ecstasy, makes you keen when he starts crooking his finger inside of you, doesn’t waste a single second before he’s already sliding another one in. That one goes in with such little restraint, he wonders if you fucked yourself in the car ride over here. He bites at your shoulder, feeling you arch into him, clinging onto him for dear life. 

“Please make me cum, I wanna cum so bad.” You whine to him, wonder how you’ve gotten this pathetic in such little time. But its hard to think when the vibe is working you back up as quick as ole reliable always use to, and his fingers are sliding against your walls so smoothly. Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel a familiar throb in your pelvis, hips shaking as you pull Shinsou into you, hiding your face in his flesh. 

“Already? But we just got started.” His voice is a low drone, makes you bite at his skin at his teasing. But its really to silence your own voice, embarrassed at how quickly you’re reaching your climax already. 

It doesn’t take much to send you over the edge, feels like you’ve been edging yourself for over an hour at this point. All it takes is for Shinsou to turn the settings up once on the vibe, for his fingers to graze that ever growing spot inside you, for his voice to be nothing but a lilting whisper into the air to just cum, just let go already. And you do, with a little hiccup and shake all over the counter as Shinsou guides you through it. 

When you finally come down from your high, you wriggle your hips away from the toy as much as you can. Shinsou chuckles airily at that, but listens to your wordless command. He drops it on the floor, pulling you away from him a little so he can admire the headiness glazing your eyes. 

“You ever cum that fast with anyone else?” He asks you, kissing you gently, sighing when you lap at the seam of his mouth. You take a few seconds to answer, trying to find the earth around you again, before you flutter your eyes open. He stands there, all tall and lean muscle, pushing his fringe back with a soaked hand. It makes you throb more than you care to admit. 

“No, just you.” You admit, rubbing a hand over his pecs as you take him in, the now straining bulge in his sweats. You eye it for a while, going to reach down to touch it, when your wrist is caught in a strong grip. You look up at Shinsou, at his low eyes, and almost sleazy grin. 

“Well, I bet I can break my own record tonight. Got something even better for you in the back.” He nods his head to the backrooms, and you wonder if you should really go through with this. You already let a practical stranger see you naked, play with your tits and clit, and finger you in a matter of what you think has only been twenty minutes. Who’s to say he won’t go too far in the backrooms with the toys, where only he knows what lies back there? 

But then again, who’s to say you won’t like it? 

So you bite the bullet, nodding once as you wrap your arms around his neck. The tingling gel is starting to wear off already, but it still buzzes when your skin touches his. You lick from Shinsou’s chin to his lips, tongue grazing the metal in his lip, grinning when he nips at you. 

“I’d love to see the rest of the tricks up your sleeve.” 

In only a matter of minutes, does Shinsou have you in the backroom, bent over a utility desk, with a few more trinkets grabbed along the way. Your ankles are in a spreader bar after you keep squirming when he put another tingling gel on you—on your clit this time. 

“Another one?” You had asked with a roll of your eyes, squeaking when he landed a quick slap to your ass. 

“You’ll like this one even better.” Shinsou had promised you, hadn’t told you that the clit sensitizer would be so powerful, could make you so sensitive. He’s glad he put you in the spreader bar, or else you would’ve made yourself cum again and again by just rubbing your thighs together. 

It feels like hell now, when he keeps ghosting the tips of his fingers across your swollen clit, feeling it twitch in response, as he tries to relax you. You’re not sure when he got the butt plug, or why he specially chose the heart shaped one, but all you know is that you need to cum as fast as humanly possible. 

“Hurry up,” you demand, shifting on your feet, hearing the squelch of Shinsou’s two fingers that pump in and out of your ass. It’s a small plug, light work he had called it, but still wanted to take precautions, as generous as he was. You had never imagined you’d do butt stuff in public on the first date (if you could call it that), but for now, all you can focus on is getting filled. 

“Stop being a brat.” Shinsou shushes you, finally pulling out his fingers, and wiping the excess lube on the globe of your ass. “You won’t like me much if you keep it up.” He promises under his breath, as you watch him lube up the plug from over your shoulder. 

“Oh yeah? And why is that?” You snipe, eyes fluttering a little when he positions the narrow and cold tip at your rim. Shinsou grins at you, with low eyes and a mischievous look glinting in the too bright lights as he starts pushing the toy inside of you at the same time he starts playing with your clit again. 

“Brats typically don’t like brat tamers. Especially ones who have a knack for sadism.” His voice took on an almost warning tone, a challenge, to see if you’d bite the bullet. But you cave almost instantly, flattening against the cold metal desk, thighs quivering as he the toy starts filling you up more and more, your clit buzzing, until you feel like you can’t speak. So, Shinsou takes that as a win, hunching over you to nibble at your throat, smiling when the toy finally settles fully inside of your warm heat and you spasm before going lax. 

“So, you’ll be good for me, yeah?” Shinsou questions you, a testy tone taking over his voice as he pecks sweetly at your sweaty cheek. You can only nod meekly, keening high when he pulls the thickest part of the plug out, only to push it back in a little harder, thumbing at your overly sensitive clit.  

“Use your words.” He demands, though his voice is still so soft in your ear. You hiccup again, wonder if he knows you came again just from filling your ass. You think you should be ashamed, but that clit sensitizer is living up to its name, and he pinches the swollen nub a little harder than before. It fries your brain instantly, makes you easy and pliant and putty in his hands.  

“I’ll be good.” You mumble, swallowing around the drool pooling in your mouth. You can feel Shinsou’s grin, listening to him ripping open a condom as he speaks against your ear, 

“Thought so.” It feels so degrading, so demeaning, like you’re just giving up so easily when someone with so much more power looms over you. But it feels so good lying belly up, or really, ass up, and giving him everything he wants. You want it equally as bad, if not more, and you’re willing to give up more than you can admit just to be filled in both holes. 

Your back arches high when Shinsou starts sliding his cock inside of your cunt. You have to look over your shoulder to admire the scene behind you, gasping at the piercing just at the base of his cock, wonder how it’ll feel bouncing off of your clit and lips as he fucks you. Keening at the thought of being so close to it, that you start pushing yourself back with every slow second he fucks into you. 

“So desperate, aren’t cha?” Shinsou teases, his voice strained, the grip on your hips getting tighter and tighter the more he sinks into you. You want to throw your leg up on the counter to feel him deeper, but the spreader bar keeps you nice and wide for him, and you use as much strength as you can muster to start fucking yourself on his cock. He hasn’t even slid all the way inside yet, but you can’t get enough of him. 

Can’t get enough of the wide stretch of his cock, the veins bulging alongside the underside, the warmness of it. How you feel it slide against the plug in your ass, how he overwhelms you by laying all his weight onto you, how he keeps petting at your clit despite it feeling so swollen you think it might burst. 

And when he does finally sink all the way into you, you cum again with a loud cry, clit throbbing painfully hard with every brush of Shinsou’s fingers against it.You cum so hard it brings tears to your eyes, makes you clench down almost painfully, body going weak under the weight of him on top of you. 

“That’s a good girl. Felt good, huh?” Shinsou says softly, whispering in your ear as his hips never let up on that gentle rocking motion. You can only hiccup a tiny little sob from the back of your throat, overstimulated and shaking all over, feeling the never ending pleasure shooting throughout your body. 

Shinsou only coos down at you though, starting to fuck himself into you a little harder, a little faster, until your hips rhythmically start pounding against the edge of the desk. You can only hold on for the ride, moaning too loud for it to be so late, to be in public, but neither one of you can bring yourself to care too much. His cock is carving its way inside of you, an imprint that’ll last forever, feel it reaching the back of your throat. 

He holds onto you by the fat of your ass, groaning when he spreads your cheeks. To watch his own cock pump in and out of your messy cunt, how much it drools around him, secretly wishes he didn’t have to wear a condom. Wishes he could help you with your ovulation, but maybe he’s taking it a bit too far, but maybe, you’ll like it more than you care to admit. 

He watches how the heart in your ass jiggles with every thrust, every clap of his balls to your overly sensitive clit. How your thighs shake and your feet shuffle, where he’s sure you wanna lift them onto the desk. But he doesn’t let you, just watches the torture of being fucked sensitive overcome you, as you jump and cry out when he plays with your clit again. 

In seconds, do you cum again, secretly glad that you start to feel that this sensitizer shit is starting to wear off already. The gel for your nipples didn’t even last this long, or have this strong of an affect! But Shinsou uses this to his advantage, uses your squeezing cunt to chase his own orgasm, feeling his thrusts become unsteady, his voice low and shaky as his hips become erratic. 

He cums with a low curse, grunting as he curls over your back, biting at your nape to silence his noises. You sigh in content as you feel his cock twitching inside of you, despite knowing he wore a condom, it sates something deep and primal in you. You lay there beneath him until he catches his breath, sighing as he finally comes down. 

You both stay there in silence as Shinsou pulls out, disposing of the condom all the while. After that, he works out the butt plug, unhooks you from the spreader bar, and leaves you on the desk while he retrieves some lotion for your ankles in his locker. You sit up on the desk as he rolls a chair over, feet in his lap as he starts massaging where the cuffs of the spreader bar wore into your ankles. After what feels like hours, Shinsou speaks up, 

“So, can I ring you up for that clit sensitizer?” He asks, looking up from under his fringe with a little grin. You laugh heartily at that, throwing your head back as you lean your weight on your wrists. 

“Hell no, that shit is the devils work.” You sigh with a shake of your head, watching Shinsou shrug, before tacking on, “Give me two bottles of that shit.” You both laugh this time, before falling into silence again. Shinsou takes your other ankle to start massaging it, which in return gives him a glimpse of between your legs once more. He stares for a second before meeting your eyes, a little smirk gracing your features. 

“Should I make a mold of my cock for you to keep when I’m not around?” He suggests with a tilt of his head, making your own eyebrows raise in surprise. You pretend to mull the idea over in your head for a few seconds before shrugging. 

“You know what? That’s actually not too bad of an idea.” You admit, glancing down to where his cock is covered again, but you see that telltale twitch once more. 

“Really? ‘Cause I’ll start that shit as soon as you leave.” Shinsou gets serious suddenly, although his eyes are full of mirth. You lean forward, feet sliding from his hands to his lap, grinning at the bulge that swells under your sole, the glint in his eyes at your proximity. 

“How about I stay and help?” You suggest instead, running a hand through his hair, pulling him a little closer, mouth skimming his. You feel his grin more than you see it, and it makes your stomach twist in knots and your cunt remember just how good he felt only minutes ago. 

“That sounds even better.” 

[epickiya722]

oooooo hi kiya !!! do u have any headcanons for hobbies the kids in class 1a might enjoy?? candy for u -> 🍬

You just reminded me that I have a draft for 1A Headcanons I have... I'll finish it eventually...

But I do! Yes, I do!

Now I don't have hobbies for every student, maybe, but I do have some.

Okay, other than canon hobbies...

Jiro - music

Ashido - dance

Sato - baking

Shinsou - cycling (yes, I'm adding him, who is stopping me?)

A few I headcanon are...

Ojiro and Shoji being into sewing and knitting. I figure because of their quirks, they picked up on sewing because they may have to make adjustments to their clothing and sometimes help others, like maybe an accidental rip in jeans.

Ooh, and Koda! I can see him knitting those cute sweaters and scarfs.

Midoriya and Kaminari, I see being artistic. Midoriya is more into sketching on paper, using markers and pencils. For Kaminari, I can see him being more into doing his art digitally, maybe even do those gifs that we see here on Tumblr.

Okay, before I didn't have on for Iida, but now I feel like he'll be into writing. He probably reads a lot, but it's not genres you expect. I think he'll like to read different genres, he doesn't stick to one. Same with writing. He'll try to write romance and then switch to horror.

For Tokoyami, I see him doing poetry and also writing songs. I can see him being into astrology just like Uraraka. They have in depth conversations about astrology.

Hagakure is a nail artist in my head. She likes to play with colors, charms, designs, crystals. And since moving into the dorms, she'll practice on anyone who will let her. Ojiro is often her candidate.

This will always be a funny one to me, but Todoroki and those fun shaped ice trays. Hear me out! I see him and Yaomomo making those aesthetic drink videos. Todoroki really favors the ice trays and he got really excited knowing he could have teddy bear and rose ice cubes and in different flavors. So almost every day, he'll use them and it developed into making the videos with Yaomomo because she couldn't resist making pretty tea and coffee drinks.

Sato also makes treats for the videos.

Sero is a gymnast in my head. He also does yoga (with Ojiro who I also see being into yoga) and aerial dancing. The way he uses his quirk and his body type just gives me those vibes.

For now, that's what I came up with for some of 1A!

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Bakugou x f!reader x Shinsou Warnings: smut, weed and alcohol usage, summer/pool party, bakugou and shinsou are a little mean to each other (playfully and degrading), flirting, banter, cunnilingus, threesome, bathroom sex, double penetration (just the tip), cum shots. please let me know if I missed anything! Word Count: 5.9k Notes: I didn't have a solo bakugou idea, so I finally wrote this LOL. I hope you all enjoy!! happy birthday Bakugou !! Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI! Also available here on ao3!

Showing up to a pool party that multiple of your friends invited you to, you expected there to be a lot more people attending. To your surprise, its your friends that invited you, and a few of their friends, and it makes you wonder if you really should’ve brought three bottles of liquor. 

“Thanks for bringing so many! This’ll be great for the jungle juice,” Kirishima grins at you when you first enter, taking the bottles you’re juggling in your arms in his thick hands. Suddenly you don’t feel so ridiculous, smiling back at him as you enter the entirely too big house. 

“This is a lot more intimate than I had expected.” You mumble to Kiri, looking into the living room to see a few people sitting on the couch playing video games, a sliding glass door open to reveal the large pool outside. A few people are sitting on the sides, some in the water, and others chasing their friends with water balloons. It makes you smile though, as the people who catch your eyes smile and wave at you, more familiar faces than you expected greeting you as Kirishima pops the caps off the bottles. 

“Yeah, we didn’t want it to get out of control, you know?” He says to you absentmindedly as he starts pouring two bottles into an already full container of mystery liquid. You sniff, and damn near pass out at the fumes burning your nose hairs. 

“Oi, shitty hair! Who told you to fuck with my juice?” You hear a voice call from behind you. You glance over your shoulder, pulling your cover up further on your shoulder, suddenly shy when a broad and strong blond stomps into the kitchen. He spares you a glance before doubling back, one eyebrow cocking as he takes you in, opening his mouth to speak, but he’s cut off when Kirishima whines at him. 

“Bro, its just a few more bottles! It isn’t gonna hurt anyone.” Kirishima hands you a half empty bottle, as the container gets this close to spilling over. You take it, eyebrows raised before shrugging to yourself, taking a sip from the cheap bottle. You wince and splutter at the taste, eyes screwing shut before you feel the bottle being snatched from your hands. Its in the blond’s possession now, as he frowns at you, before looking at the bottle. 

“You tryna grow hair on your chest, or something?” He asks you, pointing to the high alcohol percentage on the bottle. You blink at it, before looking up at the blond guilty, then to Kirishima who takes a cup and gathers some juice in his cup. He also winces at the taste of the jungle juice, shaking his head a little before he laughs under his breath. 

“Maybe. We can’t all be hairless like you.” You shrug back at the blond, mouth tipping up in a smile when Kirishima suddenly cackles from beside you. You watch the blond’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise before he scowls at you. You can see his own mouth tilting up in the corners, and it makes his glare a little less intimidating. 

“Stop being such a stick in the mud, Kacchan, not all of us get drunk off of wine coolers,” you hear a familiar voice from behind you, and you instantly perk up when Denki enters the kitchen. He pulls you into a hug and you accept it, smiling when he compliments your cover up. 

“Play a round of Mario Kart with us before we get in the pool!” he tells you with a smile, ducking when this Kacchan takes (what you hope is) a playful swing at him. 

“Are you really setting your friend up to get her ass handed to her, Denki?” Another unfamiliar voice chimes in, and you turn on your heel to see who came in talking shit. Its a purple haired guy you’ve seen around before, but didn’t know personally, but you think he’s one of Denki’s friend. He smiles lazily at you, lavender eyes trailing up your figure slowly, makes you a little unsteady on your feet with how his mouth smirks around the blunt in his mouth. He blows the smoke away, makes the kitchen foggy with it, and you’re pulled out of his trance when Kacchan suddenly splutters and starts swiping away at the smoke. 

“Get the hell outta here with that stinky shit,” he growls, and you look at him over your shoulder, giggling when the smoke only curls around his hand with every swipe. He cuts his eyes at you, narrowing them, and you hide your giggles behind your hand when you watch him try to hold back a cough. 

“I always forget how sensitive you are, Bakugou.” The purple haired guy hums, brushing past you to grab a cup, swiping it through the container that Kirishima starts stirring with a large spoon. 

“Sensitive my ass, that shit just smells like death and skunks.” Bakugou (Kacchan?) scoffs under his breath, folding big arms over his chest that you can’t help but admire. You start to feel a little light headed honestly, as you look around the spacious kitchen, realizing that you’re the only one not exposed in their bathing suit, surrounded by a bunch of muscular and built guys that keep staring at you and grinning. A red solo cup is pushed in your direction, finding the purple haired guy on the giving end of it, as he holds his own cup in another hand. 

“I’m Shinsou,” he introduces himself, and you do the same with a small smile and nod in his direction. You take the cup, clinking it with his, watching how Denki effortlessly takes the blunt from Shinsou’s mouth to put in his own, as you both tip your head backs to drink. 

“Ready to get your ass handed to you in Mario Kart?” Shinsou asks with a smirk, looming over you as he rests his hand on the counter beside you. You nod again, chuckling under your breath as you turn away, heading to the living room. 

You miss the way Kirishima and Denki share a look, before glancing at Bakugou’s reddening face. They share another look, devious little smiles, as they nod to each other and head for the living room to watch the two of you play. 

Eventually, you beat Shinsou four different times before he finally calls defeat. It’s a fun atmosphere to be in, as everyone praises and applauds you, cheering you on as they chant your name. You’re sure its because there’s been so much booze and blunts being passed around, but you can’t bring yourself to get too hung up on the details. 

After a while, you all decide to migrate to the pool area, holding your friend Mina’s hand as she guides you to one of the pool chairs with a bubblegum pink towel strewn across it. Some people had decided to leave at that point, so the party became smaller and even more intimate than it already was, but you found yourself happy about it. You watch as Mina slips off her coverup with no problem, as she dons a cute white thong bikini, poking her hip at you as you whistle at her. 

“Hurry up so I can catcall you!” She pokes at you, the two of you laughing as you pull your coverup from over your head, throwing it on the pool chair as you pose for her too. She ooh’s and ahh’s the entire time, picking up her phone to snap pictures of you, then the both of you together, laughing all the while. Your head swings around though, when Kirishima suddenly calls your name from the pool, grinning as he hooks a thumb over his shoulder. 

“Hey, can you help Bakugou fill up some more water balloons? I don’t wanna get out yet!” He calls to you, a pleading expression crossing his face when you sneer at him playfully. You look across the other side of the pool where Bakugou is hunched over with a hose, cursing loudly to himself when too much water fills a balloon and pops in his hands. You and Mina snicker at the display, and you give a thumbs up to Kiri as you start making your way over to the struggling blond. 

“Need some help there?” You ask him, a hand on your hip as the other shields the sun from your face. You feel your face heating up when Bakugou suddenly whips his head up, frowning and ready to shoo you away, when he realizes he’s eye level with your chest. He stutters for a second, spluttering, before forcing himself to look at your face, frowning a little as he hands you a handful of balloons. 

“They’re defective,” he mutters, offering up the hose. You sit on the ground in front of him, perfectly filling up the balloon with no problem before handing it to him with a smile. 

“Defective?” You question with a cock of your brow. Bakugou only scoffs, snatching the ballon from you as he ties it quickly with thick fingers that you can’t help but to admire. 

“How about I fill and you tie?” You offer him with a smile, eyes squinting from the bright sun. Bakugou thinks you look pretty like that, with the hose steadily leaking all over your soft looking thighs and your gentle smile. He breaks out of his stupor with a single nod, quickly tying the next balloon you give him. It goes on like that, silently, for a few minutes before he decides to speak up. 

“So, how do you know shitty hair?” He asks you, dumping another balloon into a big bucket that’s only halfway full. You look up at him from under your lashes, and Bakugou has to look away to keep his dirty thoughts at bay. 

“Kirishima?” You ask, and Bakugou grunts in affirmation. “Oh, we’ve had a few classes together, and had to work on this big project for one. After that, we became friends.” 

Bakugou nods at that, quiet as he thinks to himself on whether or not Kirishima had ever mentioned you. If so, he had never shown him a picture of you, or else Bakugou would’ve been asked more about you, who you were, whether or not you were in a relationship. 

“How’d you two meet?” You ask him now, looking up at him as you hand him another balloon. He tries not to stare at the way your cleavage pushes together when you lift your arms, nor the innocent look on your face as you stare up at him. He feels his cheeks warming, and can only hope you blame it on the sun and alcohol. 

“Friends in high school. The fucker wouldn’t leave me alone,” Bakugou grumbles, feeling his lips twitch in a smile when you laugh at his words. You two grow quiet again before you speak up,

“Same thing with Denki and that Shinsou guy?” You ask, watching his fingers work to tie the balloon, how his large palms are so careful with everything. He tosses the blue balloon in the bucket before cracking his knuckles, and the sight shouldn’t be as erotic as it is to you. 

“Yeah, but dead eyes wasn’t in my classes. We were really just mutuals because of Sparky.” Bakugou shrugs, and you can’t help but chuckle under your breath. He nudges you with his foot, frowning as you fill up another balloon. 

“What’s so funny?” Bakugou asks you, nudging you again when you swat at his leg playfully. 

“You and these mean ass nicknames for everybody.” You laugh, glancing over to Kirishima, then Denki, and Shinsou. “They’re mean, but they fit so well. I hate to say it.” 

Bakugou grins at that, wide and proud, feels his chest swelling with pride that he could make you laugh after only a few minutes of talking. He’s about to ask you something else, maybe something along the lines of whether or not you’re single or interested in anybody, but he’s cut off but a certain dead eyed asshole. 

“We don’t need the water balloons anymore. We’re just gonna chill in the pool for now.” Shinsou calls over to you guys, an almost satisfied look on his face as he watches Bakugou’s eye twitch as he damn near explodes. 

“Then why the fuck did you waste my time?” He shouts, standing up as he chucks the water balloon he just tied at Shinsou who ducks in time. Sadly, it knocks Denki right in the face, and the force of it sends him flying back into the water behind him. He goes down with a dramatic scream as everyone bursts into laughter. 

“I had fun tying balloons with you, Bakugou.” You tell him, as he reaches a hand out to help you stand. You brush your butt and legs off, and Bakugou gets so caught up in watching the fat of your skin jiggle with every brush, that he misses the way Denki sneaks up on him and snatches a water balloon to throw at his head. It’s Bakugou’s turn to splutter, as chaos ensues, and the water balloons get used anyway. 

Everything calms down after a while, more people leaving until there’s just a few of you guys left to chill in the pool. Its nice and cold for the hot summer day, and you’re resting your back on the side of the pool besides Mina as everyone converses amongst the group. You watch how Shinsou whispers something to Denki before glancing over at you, and Bakugou does the same with Kiri. You start feeling like prey when they all turn their attention to you suddenly, shrinking in on yourself as you sip at your jungle juice. 

“We’ve been friends for so long, and yet I’ve never asked you what your type is?” Kirishima calls out first, a friendly look on his face, but you can tell he’s plotting something. He’s so easy to be disarming though, and you fall right into his trap. 

“I don’t have much of a type,” you shrug. “As long as you’re kind to me and others, I’m fine.”

“Even with a hot head with both inferiority and superiority complexes?” Kiri asks, suddenly gasping in slight pain as you watch him double over. Bakugou’s eyes are narrowed at the side of his head, and you hide your laugh from behind your cup. 

“As long as you’re working through your shit,” you answer with a grin, looking at Bakugou this time when you answer. His cheeks have gone red and he glances away, muttering something under his breath. 

The guys throw more questions your way, and other people too so that it doesn’t look so obvious what they’re doing. But you already know—Denki and Kirishima are vetting you for Shinsou and Bakugou, and honestly, you find the whole thing cute and hilarious. You perk up though, when the questions start getting more sexual in nature, which makes Mina giggle behind her hand beside you. 

“Feelings on oral fixations—go!” Denki shoots at you with a point, and you can’t help but grin in amusement. You glance over to Shinsou, who actually looks shy for the first time that night, sipping at his drink as he looks at you from over his cup. You realize now though, that this entire time you’ve seen him, he’s always had something in his mouth, whether it be a blunt, or a piece of candy, or the side of his cup. 

“I think its cute. Endearing, even.” You tease, staring at Shinsou all the while. You catch the way his eyes widen momentarily before he tries to neutralize his expression, glancing away from you. You glance over to Bakugou next, whose eyes are narrowed and fixed on the purple haired man, before he nudges Kirishima non too discretely. 

“Feelings on body worship?” Kiri pipes up, eyebrows raised in question as you direct your gaze to him, and then Bakugou who watches on in anticipation. You shrug again, murmuring around the rim of your cup,

“I don’t mind being worshipped every now and again,” you answer, glancing over to see Bakugou swallow thickly. And after that, its a competition where each question gets more and more personal about your sex life and interests until the bystanders have had enough. 

“Can we please talk about how good I whooped Denki’s ass in Mario Party?” Mina chimes in with a roll of her eyes dramatically, before she grins when Denki immediately protests. You watch everyone start to bicker playfully about the games they played, and other shit you can’t seem to care about. Not when both Shinsou and Bakugou haven’t stopped staring at you, looming like hungry predators. You mull some things over in your head before you come up with a plan, smiling to yourself as you set your cup down on the pavement beside you. 

You pull yourself out of the pool, aware of the eyes lingering on your body. But you pay it no mind, as you jog over to your towel, patting yourself dry hastily before you make your way inside of the house. You don’t see Shinsou climbing out of the pool behind you, too far ahead in the house as you make your way to the upstairs bathroom after getting lost on the first floor. You go to close the door behind you when someone suddenly pushes themselves in. 

You gasp, heart dropping at first, but you calm when you see its only Shinsou. He looms over you again like how he did in the kitchen, but closer this time, and you finally get to admire how pretty he really is up close. And when he speaks, you see that shimmer of a tongue ring that you hadn’t noticed before, sitting on the tip of his pink muscle. 

“What are you doing in here?” You ask him, watching how he shuts the door behind him, but doesn’t lock it. 

“I just wanted to talk to you one on one.” Shinsou shrugs at you, as you look at him from under your lashes. 

“Did you wanna talk, or did you want to put that oral fixation to use?” You tease him, stepping up to wrap your arms around his neck. Shinsou actually looks surprised at that, chuckling under his breath as he runs his hands up and down your arms before settling on your naked waist. 

“You know me so well already.” He grins at you. He leans in to kiss you, but is interrupted when the door swings open quickly. You gasp, jumping in place before you realize who your intruder is—Bakugou. He stands there with a mean frown, eyes glued on Shinsou, at his proximity, at where his hands are glued to your skin. 

“You slick fucker,” Bakugou growls at Shinsou before he enters the bathroom himself, slamming the door behind him. You take a step back from the two of them, narrowing your eyes as they both look surprised when you pull away. 

“You two have been eye fucking me since I got here. Now, you two need to either learn how to share or take turns, or else I’m leaving.” You’re stern with them suddenly, takes them both by surprise. You’ve been pretty quiet this whole time, all flirty chuckles and soft conversations. They don’t expect it, and honestly, it makes them harder than it really should. 

“I’m going first.” Shinsou speaks up, eyes locked on you as he takes a step toward you once more. Bakugou tries to intervene, but you shoot him a glare that stops him in his tracks. 

“How come you get to go first?” Bakugou pouts petulantly, crossing his arms as he watches Shinsou wrap his arms around you and starts mouthing at your neck. You moan softly when he bites at your skin, before sucking it into his mouth, laving over the sting with a soothing tongue and cold jewelry that adorns it. Your eyes flutter open to watch how Bakugou leans against the back of the bathroom door, his arms folded and frowning, but you don’t miss the way he switches his weight to the other foot. You glance down between his legs, see the thick outline of his cock straining in his swim shorts, and smile up at him lazily. 

“Stop complaining and get behind me already.” You snark at him, crooking a finger in his direction. Bakugou follows like a dog with a bone, slipping in behind you as he rests both of your weights on the bathroom sink. He tilts your head in his direction, mouth sliding against your own in a sweet and gentle kiss. His lips mold against your own, and you sigh sweetly into his mouth when Shinsou licks up the expanse of your neck until he reaches the corner of your lips. 

From there, he steals your kiss from Bakugou, his tongue gliding against yours. Bakugou mouths at your jaw and ear, nipping at you and relishing in your sweet little sighs and hiccups. You feel Shinsou’s hands slipping lower on your waist, tugging your bathing suit bottoms down with it all the while. You gasp into his mouth when you’re bare and exposed below the navel, pulling away from the kiss and finding a thin string of saliva to connect you. You barely have time to look between the two of you where his thick fingers trace your lips before Bakugou is stealing you back once more. 

You reach a hand back and tangle it into ash blond locks to keep yourself grounded when Shinsou runs a finger through your wetness. You moan softly, letting Bakugou suck your tongue into his mouth, throbbing at the heat and the feeling of being encompassed between the two hot bodies. 

“She’s so fuckin’ wet cause of me,” Shinsou murmurs into the skin of your neck, biting down harshly to hear you mewl. Bakugou grunts, runs a hand down the middle of your chest until he drags your top down, exposing your chest to the stuffy air of the room. 

“Who the fuck said it was cause of you?” Bakugou snips, bringing his other hand around to fondle your breasts, thumbs rubbing over your nipples. Your back arches off of his abdomen when Shinsou circles your clit a few times, mouthing at the skin under your ear as you can feel him grin into your skin. 

“Its always cause of me.” He answers cockily, staring down the blond over your shoulder before he suddenly drops to his knees in front of you. Shinsou groans at the sight of your sticky inner thighs, leaning in to bite one of them as he squeezes your legs in his hands. 

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen,” he mutters under his breath, kissing at you as he hikes one of your legs up to get better access. Bakugou catches your knee effortlessly, hooking it under the crook of his arm as the other hand continues to pinch and pull at your nipple. He bites at your bottom lip and pulls, eyes low as he watches ecstasy take over your face. He glances between your legs, watches how Shinsou’s low eyes take in your form as he sucks your clit into his mouth, cheeks hollowing with every pull. 

“How does it feel, sweetheart?” Bakugou mutters against your mouth, watching how your eyes flutter open to look at him. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, sighing softly as slurping sounds emit from between your legs. 

“So fuckin’ good,” you whisper, eyes rolling shut once more as you buck your hips against Shinsou’s face. He laps at you, flicking the cold jewelry against your hole and dips his tongue in as far as it can reach, caressing your walls. He pulls back to spit on your cunt, catching it in his mouth before repeating the process. By the time he’s finished, you’re a mess, slick and drool dripping from your cunt into his mouth and the floor beneath him. Shinsou’s neck is craned almost uncomfortably, but its worth it when you start riding his face. 

You moan too loudly at that, and Bakugou quickly turns your face to his, shoving his tongue into your mouth to quiet your noises. You suck on the muscle messily, gasping and panting when Shinsou suddenly slides two thick fingers inside of your hole. You quiver where you stand, knees shaking as Bakugou squeezes your skin under his hot palm. 

“Can’t be too loud, baby,” he whispers against you. “Can’t have everybody hearing you, find out what we’re doing to you up here.” You whimper at that, eyebrows screwing up as you run your fingers through Shinsou’s fluffy hair. You hold him in place, rock your hips against his mouth and fingers, ignoring his deep chuckle when you start using him for your own pleasure. 

“That’s right, make that fuckin’ loser your toy,” Bakugou groans under his breath, pulling your nipples and tits away from your body and letting go so he can watch them drop. He grins at your pathetic little whines, pulling his face to yours as you whimper against his mouth,

“Gonna cum,” its so quiet, so soft and sweet, he thinks he might cum in his pants. Bakugou groans again, licking at your tongue when you start to pant, eye popping open to watch how drunk Shinsou gets between your thighs and at the taste of you. 

“Cum all over his tongue—he likes that shit,” Bakugou whispers against you, grinning in Shinsou’s direction as he watches the other man’s eyebrows pull up as he starts pawing at his own cock through his swim shorts. You throw your head back with a moan, eyes clenched shut as Shinsou keeps licking at your clit until you burst, slick dribbling down his chin as you clench around his fingers. You claw at anything you can find, feeling Bakugou hold your hands gently, kissing at your cheeks and temples as he coos at you when you start to come down from your orgasm. Its hard to, when Shinsou won’t stop sucking your clit between soft lips, pulling and pulling until Bakugou has to shove him away with a hand to his forehead. 

“Down, you fuckin’ dog. It’s my turn.” He grunts, and the power in his voice makes you clench around nothing. You’re like a rag doll as they reposition you until Shinsou is behind you and Bakugou is in front. He pulls you into a bruising kiss before pulling away with a smack, holding your cheeks in between two fingers as he levels you off with a serious look. 

“Can I fuck you now?” He asks gently, tapping your cheeks twice when your eyes flutter, distracted by Shinsou’s sweet little kisses against your neck. You snap them open, nodding quickly as you run your hands up and down the muscular expanse of his chest and stomach. 

“Please,” you whisper, looking at him through your lashes. 

“Such a desperate girl,” Shinsou whispers behind you with a grin, hiking your leg up like how Bakugou had just done a few moments earlier. Bakugou wastes no time in pulling his shorts down until his cock springs free, all pretty and thick and red at the tip. You feel your mouth salivating at the sight of it, swallowing thickly as you grab it in your hands, glancing up at him when he sucks in air through his teeth. 

“Can I put it in?” You whisper to him, feeling Shinsou groan against your nape as he squeezes a tit in his hand eagerly. Bakugou grunts, nodding quickly as he grabs you by the waist to steady himself. He doesn’t say anything, only pushes his hips forward until his tip knocks against your hole, and you cover him in your slick, sliding the tip back and forth until his precum mixes with your juices. Shinsou watches over your shoulder, biting at your skin to keep his own sounds at bay just from watching you two. 

“Stop teasing,” Bakugou groans, still letting you have the control. You laugh under your breath but silently agree, finally pushing him in as you suck in a sharp breath at the intrusion. He’s so thick, feels like you can taste him at the back of your throat, as you slide him inside of you until his hips push the rest of the way in. 

You fall back into Shinsou with a sweet little hiccuping moan, grabbing at his cheek until he turns to face you so you can kiss him. Bakugou groans at the feeling of your cunt clamping down tight around him, burying his face into your neck and biting at the skin there to silence himself. He takes a moment before he moves, pulling back until he pushes half his cock back in, and starting a rhythm that makes your tits bounce from the movement. 

He fucks you against Shinsou hard with fast strokes, mouth latched onto the skin of your neck as Shinsou sucks at your bottom lip and tongue. You’re sandwiched between them, holding onto Bakugou’s shoulder with one arm, the other tugging at Shinsou’s hair, your moans staccato and high as you can only grab on to the both of them. 

You damn near scream when Shinsou’s magic fingers find your clit between your two bodies, rubbing at it with wet digits as Bakugou carves the shape of his cock deep inside of you. You’re silenced with another tongue in your mouth and you can’t be bothered to care which ones it is at the moment, too high on the ecstasy the two of them put you in. 

You gasp when you’re suddenly lifted off of your feet, Bakugou picking up your other leg, makes his cock sink even deeper inside of you. You wrap your arm around his shoulders, bringing him in closer, eyes shut tight as he starts sliding against your sweet spot, Shinsou rubbing at your swelling clit all the while. You’re close to coming again, when your eyes snap open at an unfamiliar prodding at your already occupied hole. 

“Mind if I squeeze in?” Shinsou murmurs hotly against your ear. “Just the tip.” He promises, Bakugou slowing at the feeling of another cock bumping against his own. He doesn’t protest, and it makes you wonder if they’ve done something like this before to be so accustomed to the other. 

“Just the tip.” You mumble after a few beats of silence, wondering when he even got his own cock out without you noticing. Its too late to ask questions though, as you have to bite back a pained whimper when Shinsou starts making room for his cock alongside Bakugou’s. His doesn’t feel as thick, but the mushroomed head is still fighting for space in your already tight hole. You hide your face in Bakugou’s neck, willing yourself to relax as Shinsou rocks his hips a few times until you feel the head pop in beside Bakugou’s cock. 

“Feels so full,” you whimper, eyes squeezed shut as they let you adjust to the feeling. They shower you in kisses and licks and bites, whispering praises against your skin, cooing at you for taking them both so well, for being so good for them. It loosens you, makes you turn into putty right before their eyes as you sigh sweetly, eyes fluttering open as you look between your legs. 

It’s a lewd sight, with Bakugou’s cock snuggled fully inside of you, his pubes wet and soft where they rest against your own mound. You can see the shaft of Shinsou’s cock, but his head is disappeared inside of you, his balls that hang below twitch and tighten up every time you clench, and you think you might just cum then and there. 

“Move,” you whine to them, trying to roll your hips where they hold you up. They both hiss, their hands tightening their grips to keep you from making them finish before they’re ready. 

“So impatient.” Bakugou grunts. 

“So needy.” Shinsou chimes in after. They don’t give you much of an answer before Bakugou starts rolling his hips inside of you again, Shinsou still the entire time, though. But its still so good, with his cock staying dormant and just a thick presence inside of you while Bakugou hits your sweet spot, neither of them ever leaving you empty. 

Shinsou starts rubbing at your clit again, peppering kisses on one side of your neck, as Bakugou kisses up the other side. One hand kneads your ass as they hold you up, another one on your clit, one gropes your tit, another slides a finger into your mouth. Its so many feelings all at once, and you can’t keep up, can’t stop the flooding feeling that drowns you and makes you shake on both of their cocks. 

They groan in unison when you cum, clenching down tight around them, makes Bakugou speed his hips up until his balls are smacking against Shinsou’s. You blearily open your eyes, watch how they bite and lick at each others mouths, and you think to yourself, there’s no way this is their first time doing this together. 

You let them use you until Bakugou groans that he’s gonna cum, Shinsou teasing him all the while despite his own cock twitching and kicking inside of you. Bakugou pulls out first, moaning as he jerks his tip until he cums all over your stomach and cunt and Shinsou’s cock, gripping your waist tightly as he squeezes his eyes shut. 

“Fuckin’ pathetic,” Shinsou mutters with a grin, air being shoved out of his lungs when Bakugou grabs his cock and jerks him off with his tip still inside of you. He pulls the other’s cock out of you at the last second when he feels him thickening in his hand, letting the purple haired man spray his load all over your stomach and the floor. 

Your stomach is a mess, thick white cum dripping down in waves until it mingles with your pubes. You sigh at the sight, running a single finger through it before you pop it into your mouth, groaning at the taste. The two men watch you, cocks twitching once more at the sight of you, before they finally let you down. Shinsou sits you on the toilet, and he rests on the side of the tub with Bakugou sitting with his legs kicked out in front of you. 

“Well that was fun.” Shinsou speaks up first, looking between the two of you with a lazy grin. You chuckle under your breath, taking the wet washcloth Bakugou had given you before he sat down, cleaning your stomach with it. 

“Yeah, I’ve never been double penetrated on the first date. I guess good things really do come to those who wait.” You joke with a half smile. Bakugou snorts at you and opens his mouth to speak when there’s a sudden knock on the door. 

“Are you guys finished yet?” Kirishima whines from the other side. “I really gotta pee and Denki’s in the other bathroom downstairs!” The three of you all share looks, before Bakugou calls out,

“We’re going for round two, so just piss in the pool!” He says. You and Shinsou chuckle quietly, shaking your head at the blond as Kirishima groans before hearing him retreat from the door. You guys sit in silence for a few seconds, before standing and gathering around the bathroom window to watch the scene below unfold. Kirishima stands in the pool, eyes closed in bliss before the water suddenly turns a dark blue and everyone starts screaming as he splutters in confusion.

You couldn’t have had a better time. 

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Physical therapist AU that popped up into my mind yesterday and I can’t stop thinking about them!!!!

Bakugou as the physical therapist that most people are kind of scared of. He doesn’t get that many clients, only because his methods are a little harsh and his words are a little mean, but it’s only because he wants the best for you and your body. He focuses solely on your upper body and arms, for when you have pains or surgeries. He’s such an ass, likes to pick up 20 pound weights and show you how to do your exercise, tuts at you when you complain that your two pound weights are too heavy. But on the days when he really sees you struggling, his voice is a lot kinder, and he’ll give you the one pound weights when he sees your arms shaking a little. But the next appointment, you won’t be able to slack off!

Kiri as the lower body and legs physical therapist in the studio. He’s all cheery and bright when he sees you, is a little imposing with the eye contact whenever he explains each and every muscle in your calf and how it aids you and why it hurts when you run without warming up first. He’s just so big, doesn’t realize his size when he climbs up on the tables with you so that he can bend and twist your leg every which way to show you how it should feel. You hate to disappoint him, watch that bottom lip puff out when you admit that you haven’t done your exercises the way you were supposed to. He must hang out with Bakugou too much, because he goes just a little harder on you those days.

Deku who focuses on the whole body. He’s much like Kiri, with his big green eyes staring holes into your soul as he over explains where the soreness in your flank comes from. His hands are big and soft when they guide you into the right position he wants to put you in, his voice soft. Always whispers a drawn out ‘goooood job’ whenever you can do something he’s instructed you without any hiccups. He turns beet red whenever he realizes how his hands have found themselves in a compromising position on your body, just gets so caught up in guiding you, and it’s the most adorable thing ever.

Denki as the therapist who focuses solely on hands. He’s amazing with his fingers, all long and slender and pretty. He talks your head off when you come in after surgery on your pinky and middle finger, and you can’t help but find it endearing. He shows you how to do your exercises and routines, all pretty smiles and golden eyes that you can’t help but admire with a sweet sigh when you stare at him. He also buys his own lotion to massage into your hands, and coos about how soft they are and how good they smell after, embarrassing you whenever he holds your wrists up for other passersby’s to smell.

Shinsou works primarily with feet and ankles, and he’s damn good at it. He always has a bored little look on his face, and you’re scared he might be too rough, but he’s the complete opposite. Asks you intermittently, does this hurt? is the pain right here? should I add more pressure? And he doesn’t huff when you complain about his hands being too rough. He does give you a stern talking to though when he doesn’t see any progression because you haven’t been keeping up with at home maintenance. But on those days, he also offers up heat with the electro therapy treatment, because he knows you prefer it over the ice.

Todoroki as the additional chiropractor there???? His monotonous voice gives no indication when he’s going to basically separate your spine from your flesh, but you can always see his little hint of a smile when you scream a little. And delinquent turned front desk worker Dabi???? who only works there because his annoying brother got him job, but he doesn’t mind it because he gets to flirt with the patients before they’re whisked off to the back.

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something something……you record touching yourself in the shower…..something something denki hacks into your phone w his nerd tech shit something something………shares the footage with shinsou who calls him a sicko but also asks for him to send the full video…….something something showing the BakuSquad the video too and having a group jerk off session getting off to it something………blackmailing you w the video……..something something touch yourself like that in front of us and we won’t send it out something something slimy, sleazy pro heroes who shouldn’t be as infatuated with regular civilian you something………..

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Kinktober 2022 Full Fic

Date Posted: October 31, 2022

Free use/Boku no Hero Academia/Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Hanta Sero, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Mina Ashido, Ochako Uraraka

Word Count: 4.6K

Tags: Free use, cunnilingus, group sex (kinda), rim jobs, exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation, squirting, fingering, basically everyone eats you out, Denki zaps your clit once, one pussy slap, drinking and weed usage, drunk festivities but no dub/non con, orgasms, overstimulation

Synopsis: During a UA alumni get together, Denki’s sexual inquiry leads to a night of getting his answer on the correct way of eating someone out through means of you. It’s an all event, hands on, participation.

Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI.

“Okay so, what’s the best way to eat pussy?” Denki suddenly blurts out at the UA alumni get together during a conversation lull, and it immediately makes everyone burst into chatter and raucous laughter. Your own eyes buck before you chuckle, taking a sip of your liquor that makes your chest burn a little as it goes down. Its a comforting feeling though, as you’re relaxed, chilled, comfortable around those you spent your most developmental parts of your life with.

You look around the room at all of the familiar faces of your graduation year, those in the hero and general courses. You watch all of the mirth contort their faces, some of their flustered cheeks, listen to Bakugou’s yelling about how stupid Denki must be if he doesn’t already know.

“Those who have vaginas?” Denki calls around the room with his arms open wide, a weed lollipop in one hand and a red plastic cup in another, “Care to explain the best way? If you have a dick, your opinion literally doesn’t matter.”

Most of the ones with dicks don’t complain, only nod and sip at their drinks as they settle into their seats. You’re sure most are already confident that their mouth skills are amazing, that they won’t need to be taught or humbled, but you’re interested to hear the conversation anyway.

“Don’t use my pussy as a spin record.” Mina blurts out from beside you, following a loud burp as she shrugs. You giggle, fanning away the smell of fried food and strong drinks, as she leans in to bite at the tip of your nose. The rest of the group laughs, some asking her to go into further detail, others nodding their heads in agreement as they cheer at her words.

Read the rest on my Ao3 here!

My Kinktober 2022 Masterlist here!

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Week Three, Day One of Kinktober 2022

Manhandling Kink: Boku no Hero Academia: Shinsou Hitoshi

Word Count: 1.4K

Tags: manhandling kink, bit of a strength kink, brat reader, finger fucking, mentions of slaps on the ass

Shinsou loves you, he really does. Has been dating you since your second year together, knew you were the one the moment he really got to understand you and care for you. 

But goddamn, you grind his gears sometimes. 

You’re a brat, in every sense of the word. You’re sweet as candy whenever you want to be, but there are just times where you want to push your loving boyfriends buttons. You pick and you pick and you poke and you poke, knowing it’ll grind his gears until he snaps. 

But that’s what you want, isn’t it? You like to see him go off and snap until he puts you in his place. And that’s what you’re doing right now. 

“You really get on my nerves sometimes, ‘Toshi. You know that?” You pout at him, arms crossed over your chest as you glare at him from where you stand facing him. He sits on the bed, eyes heavy and tired, running a thick hand down his face, scratching at his scruff as he sits and listens to you pour your woes out. 

“Yeah, I know, baby.” Hitoshi sighs, looking at you through his fringe, slouching where he sits and spreads his legs a little wider to accommodate you where you stand between them. You frown even harder at him, shifting on your feet as you look at him down your nose. 

“Don’t call me that right now.” You grumble, already knowing you’re weak for your boyfriend, but you can’t let him get off too easily. He’s committed unspeakable crimes against you—promising to watch a new movie with you that he apparently already watched with Denki last week without telling you and he ate your leftovers last night after coming in from patrolling—and you can’t forgive him too fast. But you know and he knows that a few words can butter you up, and you both also know that you can brat your damn head off when you want to. You don’t want to be buttered up, and he doesn’t want you to brat right now. 

“I’m sorry, my love.” He says instead, smiling softly up at you and reaches out to hold your hips in his warm hands. It doesn’t work though, as you bat him away with a scoff and take a step away from him. 

“Not good enough, Shinsou.” Oh, now you’ve really done it by using his surname and pushing him away. He narrows purple eyes at you for a moment, realizing quickly how he has to deal with you now, and proceeds to act accordingly. 

Shinsou snatches your hips in his hands quicker than you could step off, snatching you forward until you come tumbling into his lap and under his chin. You gasp at the force of it, at the strength of his hands, at the thick and roughness of his palms. He moved you so easily, so rough and dominant, so quick and swift, you’re dizzy for a second. But once you gain your composure, you breathe heavily from your mouth, trying your best to glare at him but its hard when your resolve is already crumbling. Its hard when your inner thighs are already starting to get slick from your dripping hole, and he holds you around your waist so tightly that you couldn’t move even if you tried—and you did. 

“L-Let me go,” you huff at him, trying weakly to push at Shinsou’s strong shoulders, but they don’t give. You didn’t expect them to; he’s a wall of muscle that most people don’t expect. He’s not all big and brawny and veiny like most top pro heroes, but he’s sturdy, thick, and corded when he flexes to be a show off. He could pin you down and throw you around if he wanted, and he has on many occasions. It brings a flood of memories when he only squeezes you tighter and frowns down at you from the bridge of his nose. 

“You don’t really want me to, though. Do you?” Shinsou teases, grabs your wrists when you don’t stop pushing at him like some pesky pup. He cocks his head at you, leans down until you’re nose to nose with him so that he can catch your eye, to which you keep trying to avoid. You huff again, flustered, shuffling on his lap when you suddenly feel something poking you under your thigh, and it makes you wetter than you could imagine. 

“I do,” you swallow, try so hard to sound convincing, but you don’t, and you both know it. Shinsou waits until you finally look at him, grins wide and mean, and starts moving before you can even realize it. 

He’s as strong as he is fast. Shinsou flips you around until you’re on your back on the bed, ignoring your huff and complaint, as he starts moving quicker than your eyes can follow. He lifts you from the bed again until your body is flipped to lay vertically on the sheets, arms thrown over your head, shirt tore off, pants and panties ripped from your thighs, body flipped over, hips pushed high into the air. You try to complain in all of this quick movement, but your words die off when he suddenly pushes your face into the mattress and hikes your hips up higher. 

“Why do I have to get like this with you?” Shinsou tuts disapprovingly as he swipes two fingers through your slick folds. You shiver, thighs twitching, as your cunt betrays just how much you’re turned on by him manipulating your body however he pleases. 

“What is it about me manhandling you that gets your pussy so wet, huh?” He asks under his breath, bullies two fingers inside of your sopping hole. You’re still kind of loose from the 4am fuck session, but still tight enough for him to whistle under his breath. You whine, at a loss for words, wanting to fight back, deny the fact that you like it when he throws you around, but it’s hard when he’s already pumping and crooking his fingers inside your cunt. 

“I d-don’t like it, and I-I hate it.” You spit at him, pouting, before your mouth drops open at the sudden onslaught of pleasure when he reaches around to press down on your lower belly. He keeps fingerfucking you, quick and his fingers agile, reaching every place he knows will make you scream for him. And when your screaming isn’t enough, he rips his fingers out and slaps you on the ass once, twice, before plunging them back in again. 

“Tell your pussy that then, my love. She’ll betray you every time.” You can hear the grin in his voice as he leans over you, nipping gently at your ear to watch you jump before he laughs. You try to hide your face in the sheets, but Shinsou only nudges you until you can’t escape him. Until he’s all over and in you, and becomes so much that you start to burst at the seams. 

“Tell me you love it. You love it when I’m rough with you.” He goads, palm resting on your lower belly as the tips of his fingers stretch down until they’re lightly strumming your clit, his other hand still pumping religiously inside of you and hitting your sweet spot. You don’t know when the tears started leaking, but they’re wetting the pillows, and you don’t think you can hang on for much longer. 

“Fuck, I love it, love everything you do to me, love it all, baby.” You whimper to him, which he only laughs heartily at before doubling down on letting you reach orgasm. He nips your cheek now, biting at your jaw as he starts fucking his fingers quicker inside of you. 

“You cave so easily, can you really call yourself a brat?” Shinsou teases, before finally leaning back to watch your cunt spasm and clench down around him when you hit your orgasm. It’s a pretty sight, he thinks, as your thighs spread even wider and your hips buck back on his hand, and your lips stretch around the sweet intrusion. It’s intense, as you’re all moans and cries and pleas for him to keep going, to stop, to use his cock instead now. 

Shinsou eats it all up though, smiles, and lets you boss him around however you please. After all, as much as he secretly loves you being a brat, he loves when you’re a whiny and needy mess for him even more.

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hc that Shinsou has an oral fixation and likes to have different parts of you and his other friends in his mouth during every possible moment 😵‍💫

he falls asleep with your thumb hooked inside of his mouth after coming over to watch movies with him, your body wrapped around his own. you can find him under the tables in the library with a flustered Denki trying his best to keep a neutral face and his voice down. can always find him snuck into someone’s room during a party with a clit or tip in his mouth. he always looks so at peace every time you find or see him, and you wonder how you could ever deny him when he asks to suck on your tit when the world around him gets to be too much to deal with.

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I am a FIRM believer that Shinsou has game without ever really trying. the type to slick talk his way into getting your number without ever really being slick. he’s more sweet with that kinda dry humor that makes you laugh a little louder than you’ve expected to. the type that cocks his head at you and teases you about juvenile things, just because it makes you hit at his arm and smile all bashfully.

Shinsou’s the type to coyly ask you to dinner, paired with some lame joke that makes you roll your eyes. “where my hug at?” typa guy without being weird or annoying with it. and maybe it’s because you love his hugs just a bit more than you should, love melting into his embrace, smelling his smoky cologne, burying your face in his sturdy chest, and feeling his arms wrap so secure around you you’re afraid you might dissipate if he lets go.

He’s the type to talk about you all the time, even if you don’t fit in a situation. The type to tell his closest friends about every little thing that reminds him of you, your hair, your smell, and your laugh. The type who’s obsessed a little bit—healthily—and is so utterly devoted to you when you finally get together.

Rolls his eyes when people call him a simp, but he believes every person in love should cherish their partner the way he does. You’re the first thing he seeks out when he comes home from late patrols and long missions. Doesn’t search for food or water or a warm blanket, no. Searches for your soft body in the middle of the night, for your touch, your sighs when he snuggles cold hands against you, your smiles when he whispers that he’s home, and your kisses when he settles against the curve of your chest.

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Week Four, Day Four of Kinktober 2022

Hate Fucking: Boku no Hero Academia: Shinsou Hitoshi

Word Count: 1.3K

Tags: hate fucking, enemies to fuck buddies, frottage, mean insults to each other, mentions of blood and violence

Shinsou tries to ignore the quick pattering of feet behind him, but it’s hard when you’re practically fuckin’ gaining on him. He doesn’t stop his long strides though, just waits for you to catch up to him, which will hopefully be never once he ducks into his office and locks the door. But of course, you catch him right as he steps inside, shoe in the door to stop him from closing it in your face. 

Ooh, and what a mean face it is, he thinks to himself as he looks at you tiredly. He already knows what the issue is, what your personal issue is, and he can’t say that he really feels like hearing about it right now. He should be celebrating this, this win, this promotion of his own office space and becoming head of the underground heroes department. A promotion in which you thought you were more deserving of. 

“You know I should’ve gotten that fuckin’ promotion, dead eyes.” You spit up at the man, unafraid to poke your finger into his hard chest. Shinsou only looks down at where your finger is still on him before only flicking his eyes up, staring at you through his purple fringe. 

“And what makes you think that?” He asks sarcastically, tone leveled and dry, giving you nothing to combat against. That makes you even madder though, as you take a step forward, expecting him to step back, but he only stands his ground, so now you’re barely two feet apart. 

“You stole that fuckin’ villain from me last night, and now because of that, they think you’re more qualified for the position but you’re not.” You sound like a petulant child, he thinks, as he stares down at you from the bridge of his nose. It’s cute though, your little tantrum, as you try to puff your chest all up and convince him that you’re just as big and bad. His little smirk only infuriates you more, as you take another step to him until you’re chest to chest. 

“So what are you gonna do about it?” Shinsou drawls lazily, mouth quirking up on the side as he watches you damn near blow smoke out of your ears. You’re so goddamn cute, like a fucking chipmunk with their cheeks stuffed, with your hands balled at your sides, and your feet stomping quietly in place. 

He doesn’t know who makes the first move, but suddenly his mouth is on yours and you’re kissing him with so much anger and passion, he fears it might knock him off of his feet. Shinsou drags you into his office, slamming the door and then slamming you against the back of it, securing the lock as you both devour each others mouths with an intensity that’s so great, it could make fires burn bright, melt the building, create an explosion to be seen across continents. 

“I fuckin’ hate you.” You mutter to him when he bites hard at your lip and pulls until it snaps back in place. You can taste copper on your tongue, and it only fuels you more, diving in for his mouth once again, bringing him into you by clawing at his nape. Shinsou hisses when he feels you draw blood under your nails, and vows to kiss and bite you harder until you’re the one that bleeds the most, until your crimson mixes with his own and he can’t separate the two of you. 

“Feeling’s mutual.” He groans against you, hiking your leg up until it rests on his hip, humping his cock against your clothed mound until he hears you moan under your breath. He chuckles at that, at how you’re such a fucking spitfire and hate him so fucking bad, up until you can feel his cock rubbing against your desperate little pussy. 

“Fuck is so funny, dickhead?” You snarl at the purple haired man, leaning down to bite at his neck, sucking at the wound until you’re sure a bruise will form in the shape of your mouth. Shinsou throws his head back and groans, one hand under your knee, the other pulling you closer to him by your ass. 

“How desperate you are for my cock.” He huffs, feeling impatient enough to just rip your pants down, taking your panties with him until they bunch up around your thighs. “Try to act so mean and nasty to me, but you’re humping my fuckin’ leg like a—”

“Say bitch in heat and I’ll bite your fucking tongue off.” You spit to him, eyes lit aflame as you pull back to stare at him. Is it bad that Shinsou almost cums at the sight of you? At the sound of your mean and nasty words? Is it bad that it only makes him groan and rip his cock out before he bullies it between your thighs and starts humping in between your slick lips before you can even register what’s happening?

“Fucking me is a privilege,” you sneer in his ear, where you fit your mouth against the lobe, holding on tight to his shoulders as his rocking hips keep pushing you back into the door. You wrap your thigh even tighter around him so that he can have a smaller and wetter space to fuck his cock against, rubbing the head and shaft of it on your clit cruelly. 

“Like how having my position is a privilege to you, too? Only thing is, I’ll be in this pussy sooner than you would get your stupid fuckin’ promotion.” His words are mean and it makes you bite at his shoulder so hard, he has to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep from howling. You practically want to maul the man, want to shred at his skin until there’s nothing left and they’d have to put you in his position. 

But his cock feels so good and his mouth fits so well against your skin, all you can do is hump his cock thrusting between your folds and take your anger out on him by sucking another hickey onto his bruising neck. 

“I’m gonna get that fucking position, asshole.” You snap at him, pulling back so that you can breathe against his mouth without properly kissing it. Shinsou only chuckles at you before he groans, fucking his hips against you quicker as you can tell he starts to chase his orgasm. 

“And I’m gonna fuck you raw.” He grins, watches how your eyes widen before you glare at him, despite your cunt telling him all that he needs to know. 

“Like hell you would.” You sneer at him, clawing at his nape again as you can practically taste your orgasm on your tongue. Shinsou looks downright evil now, as his eyes glow some ominous purple before he whispers against your soft lips, 

“I could say the same to you, sweetheart.” Oh the fucking bastard, you think to yourself, glaring at him again before your eyes roll back from your orgasm. Shinsou crashes his mouth against yours to quiet your noises, grunts spilling into your own mouth as he cums and paints your inner thighs and clit and the door white with his cum. His hips stutter against your own for a few seconds before he finally slows, pulling away from your mouth with a sigh as strings of saliva slap against your chin and his bottom lip. He looks at your sweet little fucked out face, smiling at you, before you both seem to come to your senses. Hurriedly, clothes are pulled back on and you’re scurrying out of his office, not after throwing a final comment over your shoulder,

“This isn’t over, dead eyes.” And shit, Shinsou really hopes this won’t be the last time you guys do this. He could get used to your mean insults and sweet little whines. 

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𝑆𝐻𝐼𝑁𝑆𝑂𝑈 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠

Type of lover he’d be

Fighting over you at a party

Bondage

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝐶𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

His oral fixation

𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑠

Victim to my Every Need