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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Ojiro_Mashirao/Shinsou_Hitoshi, Shinsou_Hitoshi/Ojiro_Mashirao
  Character:
      Ojiro_Mashirao, Shinsou_Hitoshi, Midoriya_Izuku, Hagakure_Tooru, general
      studies_class, Ashido_Mina, basically_all_of_1a_is_there_at_a_point_and
      the_general_studies_class
  Additional Tags:
      Strangers_to_Friends_to_Lovers, Friends_to_Lovers, Fluff, Sweet,
      Brainwashing, First_Kiss, First_Time, Blow_Jobs, quirk_kink, y'all_didn't
      see_this_quirk_kink_coming, but_y'all_ganna_dig_it_just_as_much_as_I_do
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-17 Words: 4909
****** Brainwashed Attraction ******
by asiankittee
Summary
     Ever since the UA sports festival Ojiro couldn’t help wondering why
     Shinsou chose to brainwash him during the Cavalry battle. He had to
     approach him for some specific reason. Was it just because he seemed
     easy to answer Shinsou’s question and thus be brainwashed? Was it
     because he looked strong? Would he have been instrumental in his
     team? Ojiro couldn’t help but wonder.
Notes
     I love this pairing so much and I just couldn't help but contribute
     to this rare pair since there are barely any fics! So you get some
     sweet fluff and pure smut all in one fic!
Ever since the UA sports festival Ojiro couldn’t help wondering why Shinsou
chose to brainwash him during the Cavalry battle. He had to approach him for
some specific reason. Was it just because he seemed easy to answer Shinsou’s
question and thus be brainwashed? Was it because he looked strong? Would he
have been instrumental in his team? Ojiro couldn’t help but wonder.
He had entered UA’s cafeteria, looking about for what line he wanted to stand
in to get his lunch when he spotted the general studies student ahead of him in
line. Ojiro immediately got into the same line and kept tabs on Shinsou. Today
was his opportunity to ask him! He made it well out of line before Ojiro could
make it and momentarily lost him. Ojiro walked around the room twice, looking
to no avail. His tail twitched in slight annoyance and from his slightly pouty
mood, that he couldn’t find the brainwash quirk.
“Looking for someone?” The deep voice came from behind, and Ojiro felt his
breath on his tail.
“Shinsou!” Ojiro couldn’t help the jump in his voice as he suddenly turned
around to see the taller man before him. Of course he didn’t know if it was out
of amusement or not, but Shinsou controlled him for a second, just enough to
move a step back and Ojiro follow. Apparently it was to get out of the way for
a group of students passing. He was snapped back and his tail itched to slap
the guy in the face. “It’s a weird feeling, please stop.” Ojiro frowned.
Shinsou simply smiled.
“You were all frantic I had to intervene.”
“I was looking for you.” He answered honestly. Shinsou looked surprise, the
strange smile faltering.
“Oh?”
“Mm,” Ojiro nodded. “Do you want to eat together?” Really, he wanted to ask
right away, but politely eating lunch first would be the best way to ease into
the conversation. He stood holding his tray of food, waiting for a few quiet
moments for Shinsou to wrap his head around the situation – because why would
someone from 1A, from the Hero Course, want to eat lunch with him? He glanced
towards his friends curiously looking on from one corner of the cafeteria,
definitely wondering about the situation no doubt. He looked back at Ojiro who
looked at him hopefully.
“Okay.” How could he refuse someone so eagerly waiting for a response? And the
one actively asking him? Shinsou turned, his tray in one hand, other hand in
his pocket, and walked to find a singular table where they could sit off. They
passed some of Ojiro’s classmates and he nodded to them in passing, knowing
they were a little confused and no doubt Hagakure would be the first to pry
once he got back to class.
They found a nice small two-seater table and sat down across from each other
and began to eat. It felt completely normal, both stealing glances as they ate
in relative silence. Ojiro found it nice company compared to the loudness of
the group he typically was with.
“How are your classes?” Such a mundane topic to ask about, but Ojiro didn’t
know how to gently ease into the topic he wanted to discuss. It centered around
Shinsou’s quirk and he wouldn’t want to seem rude.
“You’re really asking me about general studies when you have the hero class?”
Shinsou held a deadpan look which really resembled Aizawa’s face, Ojiro noted.
“Yes?” Ojiro looked a little confused, tip of his tail moving with his head as
he tilted it. Shinsou couldn’t help but impulsively think it was a little cute.
“I’m not sure what general studies includes but it has to be just as difficult
as the hero class.”
“Hm.” Shinsou stared at Ojiro before he resumed his lunch. “It’s alright.” It
was strange to have a normal conversation. But he knew there had to be
something more. Why did Tailman approach him? “What’s your ulterior motive?”
Ojiro nearly spit out his juice.
“Ah…” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was hoping to ease into it…”
“It’s obvious you wouldn’t talk to me out of the blue or ask me just for
lunch.”
“It is nice though.” Ojiro interjected. They stared at each other until Ojiro
couldn’t take it and looked down at his empty tray and half empty juice. “I
just wanted to ask why you chose me that day.” Shinsou stared longer, waiting
for a more specific description. “At the Cavalry battle during the sports
festival – why did you choose me to be a part of your team? Was it just because
it would be easy to brainwash me or is it because I would’ve actually been
useful?” Ojiro looked up from his juice to stare at Shinsou.
Shinsou was caught off guard with the fact that Ojiro looked like he had been
agonizing about this thought for a while. He felt like he had to give him a
serious answer. So, he took a moment to analyze how that time went before the
Cavalry battle, when he was choosing who to manipulate.
“I thought you were strong and would be useful, yes.” Shinsou finally answered.
“Could definitely hold me up – and upon learning that you continued to go even
in the last minutes you weren’t brainwashed it was a surprise you kept going.”
“Regardless, we were a team.” Even if Ojiro couldn’t completely remembered it
all. “Though it was a sly move.” Ojiro said with a huff, though he wasn’t
saying it was bad for Shinsou to have used his quirk.
“Much easier to control instead of shouting out which way we’re going and all
the plans for everybody to hear.” Shinsou countered.
“That is true.” Ojiro couldn’t fight that logic, because yeah it had given
Shinsou a little advantage in that aspect. “You didn’t have to announce the
moves we were going to make.” He still wished he could’ve remembered most of
it. He knew when he spoke to Midoriya about how he had found out he had been
conscious enough to be able to see and tell everything, it was just like static
television and now control over himself. Ojiro couldn’t even remember a thing
up until he had been jolted. So it was interesting to learn Shinsou could
control someone and they were conscious of what was happening. But was it just
willpower, based on the situation, or the strength of the person’s mentality?
“Exactly.” Shinsou said simply and finished eating. “Was that all you wanted?”
“Well, yes.” Ojiro answered and sipped the rest of his juice. He wasn’t
completely satisfied though. His quirk did interest him, but the general
studies student was intriguing to Ojiro. He was an interesting person. “I’d
still like to eat with you some time if you’re free.” Ojiro said then, leveling
his eyes with Shinsou, tail flicking curiously and in wait.
Shinsou really didn’t know what was going on through the hero class student’s
head. He wanted to mingle with him? It wasn’t like they were friends. He had
even brainwashed him, yet here he was asking about the why he chose to
brainwash him, and once he learned the reason, further wanting to interact with
him. He was odd.
“Oh, I’m Ojiro Mashirao.” Just in case he didn’t catch his name during the
sports festival. Shinsou regarded him carefully.
“Shinsou Hitoshi.” He responded. Ojiro smiled and for a second Shinsou was
blinded by the smile before him. “Hey, Ojiro,”
“Yes?” Immediately Ojiro felt his brain go fuzzy as Shinsou stood up and
collected both trays from them. He turned, hiding the little grin on his face
from Ojiro, Ojiro staring blankly at Shinsou’s back, under his control.
“Way too easy… See you around.” Ojiro snapped back and sputtered a bit as
Shinsou got rid of their trays and left, his friends from general studies
having finished up and followed after him to chat. Ojiro huffed a little bit of
a small smile set upon his lips. At least, he had made an attempt that had
worked.
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Midoriya was the first to get to him when he got back to class, Hagakure close
behind.
“So you ate with Shinsou today.” Hagakure’s smile could be heard in her voice,
the first to speak up even though Midoriya beat her.
“What happened?” Midoriya asked curiously.
“Nothing, we just talked because I had a question.”
“Yeah?” Midoriya looked relieved with a soft smile. “That’s nice.”
“You looked really happy there though,” Hagakure nudged Ojiro and his tail
slunk down to cling to his leg – a clear tell of his slight embarrassment.
“He just agreed to see me again.”
“That sounds like you like him!” Hagakure teased loudly and Ojiro felt even
more embarrassed. At least Midoriya was feeling the second hand embarrassment
and waved his hands in Ojiro’s defense.
“Probably just means lunch! Right, Ojiro?”
“Yeah,” Ojiro nodded. “Just trying to meet people outside of our class. We got
to meet a lot of talented people outside of our class at the sports festival.
I’m just curious on what they’re learning.” Midoriya nodded his head in
complete understanding.
“That’s true; we might even see them coming in at some point too. They were
good opponents.” Midoriya praised them and Ojiro nodded. “I want to learn more
about their quirks. How are they best in certain battles? Do they have limits?
If partnered up what would they do best? —” Midoriya began his mumbling,
quickly absorbed in pulling his notebook out to flip through all the notes he
had taken on everybody else’s quirk at the sports festival. As he mumbled Ojiro
could feel the sweat beading at his brow. Midoriya could get very into his
hobby which was a little creepy at times. But he couldn’t deny he had the same
curious thoughts over Shinsou. He wanted to know more.
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Over time the two had begun to eat lunch regularly together. Sometimes it was
in the cafeteria, and other times they explored to other venues, away from
prying eyes. Shinsou sometimes liked to eat alone and in quiet peace, and he
ended up sharing his favorite secluded spots with Ojiro. It was nice, just to
talk. Shinsou would talk about general studies, and Ojiro would talk about what
was going on in the hero course. And on rare occasions Ojiro would get the guts
to ask Shinsou about himself, Shinsou would return the questions to him too,
and they were opening up. They were truly becoming friends.
Undeniably something else was brewing too. For Ojiro, he couldn’t help but be
captivated by Shinsou. He was incredible, smart, and trying so hard to be in
the hero course. (He was handsome too.) For Shinsou, Ojiro was…different. He
was open and kind, and could be very blunt with Shinsou if he tried to bullshit
him or mess with him. He wasn’t afraid to challenge him, and he looked at him
with respect. Plus, Ojiro could be incredibly cute with the way his tail
betrayed his emotions when he tried to be stoic.
Regardless, neither approached the growing feelings between them. Not because
they didn’t want to, but because they weren’t sure where they were headed. At
the very least, it prompted them to meet outside of school. Ojiro was the one
who first invited Shinsou out, asking if he was interested in seeing a movie.
It wasn’t stated as a date, but when they both met up with nerves, it was
pretty much considered one silently. They continued to meet up for movies,
meeting up to eat lunch or dinner, and sometimes they met up at the library to
study together too. Just mini little dates without stating it. They were nice,
and both parties enjoyed the other’s company. Their meetings became frequent,
and soon the two were seeing each other every day, even on weekends. If it
wasn’t possible they’d send a text (they had exchanged cell-phone numbers) or
wave to each other in the hallways.
Their first kiss wasn’t planned. They were sitting on the rooftop, sitting
shoulder to shoulder, eating lunch. Ojiro had made a pretty funny remark and
Shinsou couldn’t hold back his laughter. Both smiled to the other while they
laughed; and when the laughter died they stared at each other, the air tensing
up with built up emotion. Before they realized it, they had leaned in and
gently brushed their lips together in a simple kiss. It lingered before they
both pulled back. Ojiro was the first to blush and quickly turned his head to
the side, tail coming up to hide his face slightly. Shinsou rubbed the back of
his neck, cheeks pink, eyes cast to the side.
“Do you…want to go out?” Shinsou spoke up after a moment of silence.
“Yeah,” Ojiro simply responded, leaning against Shinsou’s shoulder more.
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They were sitting together, softly chatting while they sat with a mixture of
Class 1A and the general studies class Shinsou was in. It was a wonderful
mixture of both their friends and today, despite mainly talking to just one
another, they had decided they wanted to be around their friends. Both parties
friend groups understood that the two liked each other’s company and it was fun
to mingle with each other. As they ate though, Mina and Hagakure approached
them both. Mina slammed her hands on her hips and Hagakure slammed her hands
down on the table beside the two. Everybody was startled and looked up at the
two girls.
“Ojiro! Shinsou!” Hagakure practically shouted. It was easily seen both seemed
to have business with them and sweat shown on Ojiro’s brow in worry over what
it was about.
“Yes?” Ojiro answered.
“We just have to know–” Hagakure spoke up adamantly, arms flailing (which was
seen via her sleeves going crazy.)
“Are you two dating!?” Mina exclaimed, loud enough for the whole cafeteria to
hear them. Immediately Ojiro’s tail curled around his leg and he went from
staring at them to his food. Shinsou paused for a bit before he turned his
attention to his food silently.
The whole table erupted in chaos. Neither had denied it.
That was how everybody found out they were dating, though it wasn’t like they
had been keeping it a secret to begin with.
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“Do you want to come over?” Ojiro looked up from his ramen over to his
boyfriend, both eating lunch.
“Come over?”
“Yeah.” Shinsou stated simply, still focused on eating his food. They had been
officially dating for three months now and Shinsou had been over to Ojiro’s
house once to meet his family – who adored Shinsou and had called him such a
handsome man – but Ojiro had yet to go home with Shinsou. He felt his heart
quicken, tail moving to his leg embarrassingly.
“Sure, that sounds like fun.” Ojiro smiled to Shinsou. Shinsou nodded.
“Then, today – since it’s Friday.” Ojiro nodded in agreement.
“Mm – sounds good.” There was a sneaking suspicion inside though that made him
nervous and equally excited.
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It was late afternoon when they got to Shinsou’s apartment. The walk had been
rather short, Shinsou surprisingly living close to UA and in his own apartment
in a complex in the city. He didn’t exactly have family nearby so he lived
alone so he could attend UA. Ojiro was impressed by the studio apartment. It
was clean, well-kept obviously, something he learned about Shinsou – he was
very neat and organized with everything he had.
The small kitchenette held everything he needed and was stocked with food and
the pantry was stocked with snacks. Shinsou made tea while Ojiro sat in the
living room floor at the small table. The bed was behind him, a bookshelf to
his left by the wall and a window that was above Shinsou’s desk. In front of
him was a few drawers and a tv stand with a tv perched onto it. They had shed
off their jackets and ties by now to be a little more comfortable.
“We can watch tv.” Shinsou suggested as he handed Ojiro his tea and sat beside
him.
“Yeah – did you have homework to finish?”
“Nah, I’m good for the weekend.”
“Same.” Ojiro said and they relaxed as they turned the television on and
watched whatever they could.
For the next while they chatted while watching movies, snacked on chips, and at
one point they had even watched the news. Regardless though, Ojiro could feel
everything tensing up. He looked at Shinsou, sitting shoulder to shoulder with
him. He knew Shinsou brought him here, probably invited him for an ulterior
motive. They had been dating a while…they had only kissed, hadn’t even made out
yet, and Ojiro couldn’t help but be interested in it.
“Shinsou, do you want to–” As soon as Ojiro turned his head Shinsou’s lips were
upon him. Immediately their heads tilted, lips moving against the other’s in a
tantalizing dance. Shinsou’s tongue swiped across Ojiro’s lips and he opened
his mouth, both groaning as they tasted each other. Shinsou’s hand moved to
Ojiro’s hip and the other stayed on the ground to support him. Ojiro used his
tail to keep himself up right while a hand gripped Ojiro’s shirt and the other
moved over his cheek to into his messy hair.
Their kisses heated up and by this point they had migrated from the short table
with their drinks on it to Shinsou’s small bed. Ojiro lay beneath Shinsou,
rocking up into his body as Shinsou pressed him harder into his mattress. Ojiro
moaned when Shinsou let his hand trail up the length of his tail, a full body
shudder taking over him. The make-out session grew hotter, the air between them
tense with sexual desire. It was very obvious that it was heading in one
direction. Both boys did not slow down, understanding where it was going and if
one wanted to stop they would say so.
Shinsou had effectively nestled his way between his legs and laid flat against
him, crotch-to-crotch, chest-to-chest, letting Ojiro feel the weight of his
body. Slowly his mouth moved to kiss the side of Ojiro’s neck, and he tilted
his head so the boy could kiss further. Soft purple kiss marks the color of
Shinsou’s hair began to flower across his skin excitedly. Shirts began to be
undone, pushed and pulled away from bodies eagerly. The pants took time to get
off, but when they were off both marveled at the other in their underwear.
Shinsou wore boxers while Ojiro wore special boxer briefs due to his tail.
Shinsou’s hands went to Ojiro’s waist band and his hands shot out, holding onto
them.
“Wa-Wait!”
“Hm?” Shinsou immediately paused, he looked up at Ojiro in confusion.
“I…” Ojiro’s face flushed, tail curling around his leg and one of Shinsou’s,
keeping them from moving. “I’d like to,” He looked down Shinsou’s body to the
bulge trembling beneath the fabric. “I want to suck you off.” He licked his
lips. Shinsou was surprised, never having imagined something like that would
come to reality so quickly.
“Okay.”
They maneuvered around into new positions. Shinsou sat on the edge of his bed,
underwear off, and Ojiro sat between his legs on his knees, also naked, tail
unable to sit still behind him as he leaned in face to face with Shinsou’s
cock. His cheeks heated up, taking in the color, enjoying the view of the angry
red tip leaking.
“You don’t have to.” Shinsou warned Ojiro, not wanting to pressure him into
feeling like he had to. “I’m fine if we don’t do anything.”
“I want to do something.” Ojiro said, opening his mouth and immediately taking
as much of Shinsou into his mouth as he could. His dry lips caught on the sides
and as he pulled off, he licked them, beginning to drag his tongue along the
sides, making them wet so he could slide easily.
“Shit.” Shinsou cursed, looking down at Ojiro as he took him back into his hot,
wet mouth. His hand moved to ruffle Ojiro’s hair with his grip, lightly
gripping it, holding himself back as Ojiro sucked him off. Ojiro was so
embarrassed – he had recently practiced on popsicles just because he had been
fantasizing about this lately – so he was able to take him down to near his
base. He stroked what he couldn’t fit and he squirmed at the arousal running
through his own system.
“Fuck,” Shinsou cursed again, overtaken by Ojiro’s skill as he flicked his
tongue against his tip and then slid right back down. His hand shook in those
pretty blond locks, enjoying the blowjob greatly. He gripped his hair tighter.
“Damn – Ojiro,” He groaned and Ojiro couldn’t help but moan around him.
The switch was flicked – and suddenly Ojiro’s hands dropped to sit on his
thighs. He wasn’t in control anymore. Shinsou had brainwashed him. Shinsou
began to fuck into Ojiro’s mouth, using the hand in his hair as leverage to
move him. The pace was set fast and Ojiro couldn’t respond, feeling every
sensation as Shinsou just used his mouth, fucking it hard and pushing him so
far down till his nose brushed his pubes – till he pushed all the way inside
and came. The switch flipped again, just in time for Ojiro to swallow
everything Shinsou gave him.
“Hah…” He breathed out in satisfaction before he realized Ojiro was still deep
throating his cock and he had just come down his throat. “F-Fuck, sorry!” He
pulled Ojiro off him quickly, leaning forward to make sure he was okay, hands
touching all over his face to make sure he hadn’t just destroyed his boyfriend.
“I got too excited and–”
“I need you.” Ojiro said, eyes glazed over in want. He had never expected
Shinsou to use his quirk like that, and he probably didn’t even realize he had
brainwashed Ojiro into feeling everything but unable to move, to just take
Shinsou fucking his mouth. Shinsou got hard so quick from his words, he almost
fainted from blood loss. Ojiro easily slid from the floor to Shinsou’s lap,
grinding their members together. Messily they kissed, Shinsou touching the
underside of the sensitive base of Ojiro’s tail, making him jolt and moan.
Hands slid over plump ass cheeks and Shinsou could hardly keep himself from
pushing two fingers between his cheeks and right in. After all, his lover
seemed rather urgent for him.
Ojiro’s head fell back as he moaned, sweat already beading at his brow. “Hurry
Shinsou… don’t go easy, I’ve done this part before.” Ojiro admitted, not even
shy about admitting to it, too focused on the pleasure Shinsou’s long fingers
were coaxing from his insides. He didn’t even care about his fingers being a
little dry, he just wanted Shinsou. Shinsou moved Ojiro onto his back, making
sure to kiss along his chest, nipping at his nipples while he stroked the base
of his tail and rubbed his fingers while he thrusted his fingers inside.
“Shinsou, please,” He whined, hips shifting, moving for more, wanting so much
more, body begging for it. Shinsou nodded finally, leaving his teasing behind
to line his tip up with the pretty pink twitching hole. Ojiro gripped at
Shinsou’s shoulder with one hand, the other laid by his face, clutching the
pillow. His cheeks were stained red with heat and sweat, hair sticking to his
forehead. Shinsou thought Ojiro looked like the epitome of sexy. Ojiro was
thinking Shinsou looked just the same – his hair even wilder than normal and
amazed it stayed out of his face.
“Ready?” Shinsou asked and Ojiro nodded excitedly, unable to wait any longer.
The first initial penetration was a little difficult. Not because it hurt, but
because Ojiro’s insides wanted to clench down hard around Shinsou when he
wasn’t even all the way in yet. It was such a pleasant feeling of being
stretched, and he had been turned on thoroughly so there was no pain. Shinsou
had done pretty damn well in prepping him. Fully seated Ojiro rocked his hips.
“It’s okay, don’t pause, just move please.” He begged Shinsou, looking up with
eyes that said ‘if you don’t hurry up I’ll fucking force you to with my tail.’
“As you wish,” Shinsou leaned down to pull his lover into a hot kiss before he
pulled his hips back, dragging his dick out to the tip before he thrusted all
the way back in. Ojiro moaned hotly. “Yeah,” Shinsou grinned at the face Ojiro
made of pure bliss. “I love that face you’re making right now. Show me more,
Ojiro.” Shinsou growled low, and he began the onslaught of fucking his
boyfriend into his bed, intent on making sure it smelled like them for a while.
Their moans melded together in the hot heat of their own little world. Shinsou
didn’t even care if his neighbors heard them or not. He just wanted to give
Ojiro the best pleasure he has ever witnessed. Shinsou grunted as Ojiro
squeezed around him. “Feels so good,” Ojiro whined, gripping the pillow and his
arm wrapped around Shinsou’s neck tightly, lightly clawing at his back.
Meanwhile his tail had a deep impression into the bed, curled around one of
Shinsou’s legs lovingly. His legs wrapped around his hips, breathing hard as
Shinsou changed up his angels.
“Damn you’re so good, I can’t… hold back… Mashirao.” Ojiro shuddered at the way
Shinsou said his name, eyes rolling a bit as he hit his prostate, moaning
sharply.
The switch flicked. Again.
It was like Shinsou had snapped, just like he said unable to hold back. Ojiro’s
arm went limp and ended up slipping from Shinsou’s shoulders to flop above his
head, and his legs were limp yet still hugged Shinsou’s hips. Shinsou’s grip
tightened, almost bruising, on his hips, and suddenly the pace became brutal.
After a moment Shinsou moved one hand to grip both of Ojiro’s wrist in his hand
above his head. Ojiro couldn’t move, feeling in that haze again but he could
feel every thrust, every time Shinsou’s tip ground right into his sensitive
bundle of nerves. He couldn’t move an inch and all he could do was keep his
mouth open as every moan was pulled out of him uninhibited. Just like the mouth
fucking, Shinsou’s pace was unforgiving and completely unrestrained, pounding
into Ojiro’s ass as he grunted and groaned like an animal.
Ojiro fucking loved it.
Something about being completely unable to move in his boyfriend’s grip, unable
to move or squirm away, having to take Shinsou’s love however he gave it to
him. It turned Ojiro on greatly and he moaned louder. Everything but Shinsou
was simply static noise in the background and his orgasm was coming so fast. He
couldn’t clench his muscles to stave it off, it was coming fast and powerful,
and all Ojiro could do was let it come. Shinsou grunted and suddenly they were
both coming. It was like a hot white static wave as he came while brainwashed,
Shinsou filling him up as they both orgasmed together.
The switch turned off and Ojiro panted, body quaking at the sudden after shock
of the immense pleasure Shinsou just blessed to him. Their breaths mingled as
Shinsou rested his forehead against his shoulder, muscles screaming at him.
Slowly Shinsou pulled out and flopped to the side, pulling Ojiro to him. “Fuck
I did it inside I’m sorry.” Shinsou apologized meekly, though it had felt way
too good to pull out and he had heard no protests.
“It felt good Shinsou, don’t apologize.” He spoke softly, worn out now. “But…a
shower later would be nice.” Shinsou chuckled and nodded, rubbing Ojiro’s lower
back near his tail lovingly.
“Yeah, I’ll carry you there.” He spoke softly. However, they waited, giving
themselves a moment to relax and enjoy the aftermath of their first time
together. A few short moments passed before,
“Y’know Shinsou…” Ojiro started softly, panting as they laid together in his
bed, Ojiro on his side, nestled up to Shinsou’s side and half draped over him
with Shinsou’s arms around him.
“Yeah?” Shinsou answered, rubbing his thumb in a circle against his shoulder.
Ojiro drew a lazy pattern on Shinsou’s chest.
“If…you want to brainwash me like that again…I wouldn’t mind.” Shinsou quirked
an eyebrow up, looking down at Ojiro who was avoiding his eye, face red. A big
smile tugged at Shinsou’s lips.
“You want me to use my quirk in bed?”
“I…I…if it happened, then it’d be okay.” Ojiro sputtered out. Shinsou kept
quiet for a minute before he poked his cheek.
“You got a kink about my quirk?”
“I do not!” Ojiro flushed, head turning to look up at Shinsou who was sporting
the largest smirk he had ever seen. Shinsou leaned close to him again.
“Be careful with that express permission…what if I used it right now and just
fucked you even harder, manhandled you to the wall – and right in the middle of
fucking I switched off the switch and you’re right in the hot heat of being
fucked?” He spoke low. Ojiro moaned, hips shifting against Shinsou’s leg.
“Hitoshi.” Shinsou shuddered and he rolled onto his side, hand sliding down his
back, down past the base of his tail.
“I’ll give exactly what you want,” They began to grind together, bodies heating
up and Ojiro was weak. “Answer me Mashirao.”
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