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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:
      Mineta_Minoru/Shinsou_Hitoshi
  Character:
      Mineta_Minoru, Shinsou_Hitoshi
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_Compliant, Dubious_Consent, Crossdressing, sexual_favors, Blow
      Jobs, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Dirty_Talk, Rare_Pairings, Implied/
      Referenced_Blackmail, One-Sided_Aizawa_Shouta/Shinsou_HItoshi,
      Masturbation, Coercion
  Series:
      Part 9 of Funky_Writes_Rare-Pairs
  Collections:
      My_Kink_Academia
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-01 Completed: 2018-03-08 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 4072
****** For a Place ******
by Funky_Hanji_(Temari)
Summary
     - «Hey, Shinsou, what're you willing to do for a spot in 1-A?» -
Notes
     For the BNHA kinkmeme~
     I've never written these two characters. I don't ship them together
     AT ALL.
     But what's a kink meme for if not for challenging oneself??
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
He was sick of being constantly sidelined. So what if his reasons to be a hero
weren't as pure and self-sacrificing as some of his classmates'? So what if his
quirk wasn't very flashy? So what if he didn't have the same physical prowess?
He'd still managed to get in U.A.'s hero course, so why was he constantly
looked down on? Sure, he might be a little too obsessed with boobs and butts,
but if anything, it was his other male classmates who denied themselves! They
were teenagers—of course they'd stare at a nice pair of tits in tight jackets
or skin-tight costumes!
Minoru was just about done.
But he wasn't going to just go away; if he was going to give up becoming a
hero, free up a place for some other crazy asshole, he wanted to choose who to
do that favor to. For a price, of course.
Lucky for him, Minoru knew just the guy. Shinsou Hitoshi. The purple-haired Gen
Ed. student who'd made a dramatic statement about moving up the department
ladder, only to stupidly lose against Midoriya. Minoru had seen the dude around
Aizawa sometimes; he didn't know what 1-A's homeroom teacher might want with
Shinsou—did the man take him under his wing, training him to catch up with the
hero course? Did he lend the student to the police or whatever for
investigations? … Or was something prohibited going on during those one-on-one
sessions?—, but if Minoru could get a favor in return for forfeiting his place,
it was worth a try.
«Hey, Shinsou, what're you willing to do for a spot in 1-A?»
 
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It was after school hours, the classrooms where empty.
The only exception was class 1-A.
Minoru was sitting at his desk, the chair flipped around so his back was facing
the blackboard. In front of him was Shinsou Hitoshi.
«You actually put it on,» he said, impressed. If he had to be honest, he hadn't
thought Shinsou would've showed up, much less that he would have wearing the
girl school uniform Minoru had half-jokingly asked him to put on. He racked his
eyes along the other student's figure—he was lean, but no more than people like
Kaminari; the skirt showed off surprisingly hairless legs—and hummed, pacified.
«Not bad.»
Shinsou made to reply, but Minoru interrupted him. «No no, we agreed you were
gonna keep quiet: I know how your quirk works, dude.»
The other's teeth clacked shut but he still leveled a glare his way.
Minoru shrugged, that look had nothing on Bakugou's death glares. He shifted on
his chair, his interwoven fingers unclasping from where they'd been resting in
his lap. He reached for his belt, undoing it, before zipping down his uniform
slacks and pushing down both those and his underwear. His half-hard dick free
of its confines.
Shinsou's eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowing. «Wha—»
«I said no talking.» Minoru cut him off. «You didn't really think I'd give up
my place here just to see you in a skirt?» He cupped his balls with a hand,
grinning. «Nope! You're gonna do whatever I ask you to do. So now, Shinsou,
you'll suck me off.»
The purple-haired student stared at him in disbelief, his hands fisted at his
sides, almost expecting Minoru to snort and tell him he'd been joking.
Shinsou's face went red when he realized the request was a serious one.
«How bad do you want the hero course?» Minoru asked, challenged really.
The other visibly swallowed and exhaled a shaky breath; his lips pursed. Then
he was crossing the distance between them and slowly kneeling on the cold
tiles. Minoru cursed under his breath at the first puff of hot air meeting his
cock, at the first brush of Shinsou's tongue peeking out of his mouth to
hesitantly touch it. Blood rushed south at the sensation.
«Oh shit, yes,» Minoru whispered.
He closed his eyes as the other student licked a strip up his swelling length,
a shudder running up his spine when that tongue swirled his head, sneaking
under his foreskin, poking at the slit. Warmth suddenly encased the tip of his
dick, his hips bucking upward to chase the feeling, a moan tore from Minoru's
throat.
«Fuuuck, that's amazi— ngh!»
His hands flew to grip wild purple hair, tugging Shinsou down to take more of
him; the Gen Ed. student grumbled around the length in his mouth, but Minoru
ignored him, thrusting into the wet heat as best he could. Shinsou's tongue was
coiling along his cock, alternating licks and sucks, loudly breathing through
his nose.
«God! Is this— ggh!— what a pussy feels like?» Minoru gasped, firmly keeping
his eyes shut: he didn't want to look down and see a dude kneeling between his
legs, for fuck's sake. «Fuck, you're— shiiit!— good at this! Bet you're used
to— aah!— sucking cock!»
Shinsou made some sort of protesting sound, probably trying to deny his
accusations, but the muffled vibrations on Minoru's throbbing dick only made
the shorter boy tighten his hold on purple hair; his hips snapped up, uncaring
of the other's safety as he was too close to orgasm. His movements stuttered,
his balls drawing up as he emptied himself inside Shinsou's mouth with a groan.
Shinsou ripped himself off of him, panting and coughing, spitting out the
whitish substance. Minoru opened his eyes, staring down on his fellow student
and taking notice of his red face and damp eyes, tear tracks drying along his
cheeks, and globs of cum stuck to his chin. He inwardly sighed; it was a look
that would've been so much hotter on a girl.
Minoru jumped down from the chair, tugging his pants back up, and circled
around Shinsou while he was distracted. He took off two balls from his hair;
attaching them to either of Shinsou's wrists, he quickly took a hold of them,
bending them behind the student's back and linking the arms together.
«I bet,» he said, pushing Shinsou into the chair he'd vacated. «You swallow all
of Aizawa's spunk, eh? That's what you do all the time with him, right?»
Shinsou turned his head to glare at him. «Fuck you,» he ground out through
gritted teeth.
Minoru laughed. «That's not a denial, dude,» he mocked. «And keep your mouth
shut, or you want one of these-» he took off another sticky ball from his hair-
«between your teeth?»
A beat of silence passed.
«Good.» Minoru pulled Shinsou up to kneel with his back to him. «Now let's see
if you put on everything I told you to.»
Standing behind the other, Minoru un-tucked the white button-up shirt from the
skirt and slipped his hands under it; he felt up the body against his. Fingers
pawing at abs, he hummed, pleased that they weren't the steel-like kind he saw
all the time in the locker rooms; it was easier to pretend he was touching a
girl. He gripped the sides, making his way up, and groaning when he reached an
elastic band—this thirsty asshole did it, Minoru thought, his dick twitching in
interest—; hands veering toward the front, he sneaked them beneath the cups and
groped the tits under his palms, squeezing and fondling them; he pinched the
nipples between thumb and forefinger, teasing them, digging nails in them,
tugging on them until they puffed up and Shinsou was squirming under him,
biting his lips to stop any sound from escaping him.
«Yeah, you like this, uh?» he sneered, scraping his nails over sensitive nubs
while he rocked his groin into the other's back. Shinsou's breath caught, no
doubt knowing that it was Minoru's cock nudging him. «But you like being fucked
even more, am I right? That's the only way you can buy your spot in this
department— wiggling your ass in Aizawa's direction.»
He abandoned Shinsou's chest to shove his hands up the skirt, which barely
reached past the other's ass; he caressed the toned inner thighs and fondled
the bony, lace-covered cheeks. He inched his way toward the middle, rubbing his
thumb on top of the panties and over Shinsou's hole. The purple-haired student
gasped, shivering. Minoru smirked.
«Who knew you were such a whore, huh?» he said, reaching for his slacks' back
pocket and retrieving a packet of lube; he ripped it open and poured in on his
right hand. «You should just become the hero course's fuck-hole, maybe that way
they'd let you join.»
Minoru racked up the skirt, exposing Shinsou's panties-clad ass. He pushed the
piece of clothing to the side and sticked a finger inside the puckered hole
unceremoniously; Shinsou grunted, head tucked into his chest. Minoru moved his
finger around inside, not really sure what he was doing—he'd only ever watched
porn with girls after all—until he hit a spot that made Shinsou jump and
downright moan.
«F-fuck…! There!»
Eyebrows raising, Minoru followed the demand, ignoring how the other had broken
their agreed-upon rule for now. He searched for the same place, feeling a knob
of something firmer under his finger; he pressed into it, twice, thrice,
Shinsou's body twitching as he kept gasping and thrashing. It was a more
arousing sight that Minoru would've thought, and his cock seemed to agree as it
was tenting his pants.
«F-finger— ah!— another one…!»
Minoru added a second finger, instinctively scissoring them, trying to loosen
up the walls spasming around the digits. He worked a third finger inside and
repeated the process; it was still tight, but it'd be enough for his dick to
fit—at least that's what he gathered from Shinsou's moans and calls of «it's
fine, it's fine!», «fuck just— nnh!» and «hurry up and stick it in, fuck!».
He almost worried at that last one sentence, momentarily fearing Shinsou had
activated his quirk. He hadn't. Minoru laughed.
«Shit, you're so fucking thirsty you let that chance slip by,» he said. «You're
that hungry for cock, uh?»
Minoru pulled a condom from his other back pocket and fumbled to put it on; no
way in hell he was sticking his dick into a guy's asshole raw. He smeared what
was left of the lube over his straining dick, he lined it up to Shinsou's wet,
clenching hole and thrust in slowly.
«Oh fuuuck— fuckfuck!» he groaned.
He bottomed out and stilled. Shinsou sighed and shivered. Suddenly, a laugh
bubbled up Minoru's throat as he looked down where his cock was buried inside a
person: he was the first of his classmates to lose his virginity. Not the
'pretty boys', not Kirishima or Kaminari, not Todoroki or Ojiro. Him, the
overlooked Mineta Minoru.
«Haha ha ha…!»
Still chuckling, Minoru pulled backward before slamming back in. He set a fast
pace, certain he wasn't going to last long anyway; he pounded Shinsou's hole,
in time with the other's sobs, his ass meeting him halfway.
«Such a nice— ngh!— pussy you have! You love— shiiit!— to have a cock ram into
it uh?» he taunted.  «Clenching so good!»
Shinsou only answered with moans and keens and mewls.
«Do your— fuck— classmates know you're a— I'm close, ggh!— slut who'd bend over
to anyone— ohshit! Like that— for a seat in this class? I'm—»
Gripping Shinsou's hips, Minoru thrust into the other's hole one last time,
cumming harder than before, panting and sweating. Shinsou was clenching around
his softening dick, shaking and short of breath. Minoru pulled out once his
breathing calmed down, taking off the used condom and rearranging his clothes.
He picked up his school bag and tuned to make his way to the door.
«I'll talk to Aizawa tomorrow,» he said, his eyes glancing back to Shinsou,
still kneeling on the floor with his hands stuck behind his back and an obvious
erection tenting up the skirt. «Might take a while for the balls to come off,
sorry.»
***** Chapter Two *****
Chapter Summary
     - Hitoshi had gotten impatient. -
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Hitoshi heard the classroom's door slide closed.
«Fuck.» He let his forehead thunk on the chair, once, twice. «Fuck...»
He bit his lips, trying to regulate his breathing around what felt like the
beginnings of a panic attack; he squeezed his eyes shut, a burning sensation
rapidly building behind his lids and his throat, spreading down to his lungs,
constricting uncomfortably with each breath he took. His body trembled for
reasons which had nothing to do with the clothes he was wearing, or the
temperature of the room.
He felt… ridiculed, mocked for his dream and his determination to achieve it
despite the odds against him. He felt used.
His ass ached and on his tongue he could still taste Mineta's—
«Fuck…!» It didn't matter how strenuously he tried to stop them, twin droplets
of tears slipped his control and soon he was curling in on himself as best he
could with his arms bent backward, crying in earnest. «Fuck! Fuck!»
He'd been so stupid. So desperate. He'd been talking with Aizawa-sensei these
past couple of months since the Sport Festival, convincing the man to train him
whenever the hero could find some time or to at least give him some pointers,
so that if Hitoshi ever managed to move into the hero course, he wouldn't have
been too behind; everything had been going okay. He'd never thought about
cheating in any way, but then, Mineta Minoru had showed up. He'd told him he
was considering changing departments, he'd told him that way a spot in the
prestigious 1-A would open… he'd told Hitoshi he was willing to put in a good
word to his homeroom teacher to give his place to Hitoshi—for a small price.
He'd refused at first, because he wanted to earn his right to stand next to the
other wannabe-heroes with his own merits, his own hard work. Days had went by,
yet the shorter student's proposition had continued to circle in his head;
plaguing every lull in his thoughts during boring lectures, popping up every
time he spotted someone from 1-A or 1-B in the shared cafeteria, whispering
traitorously whenever he found himself with labored breathing and his back on
the mats of the training gym with Aizawa-sensei.
Hitoshi had gotten impatient.
A week had went by before he'd finally caved. He'd left a note in Mineta's shoe
locker that morning, asking only "when and where" before proceeding to zone out
during all his classes until lunch-time; when the bell rang, he'd trudged down
to the entrance—fighting his legs against the instinct to just run for it—and
checked his own locker for an answer, upon finding none he'd stalked to
Mineta's and there he'd found a bag with a note taped to it: "class 1-A one
hour after the last bell. Wear this and be ready to do what I ask you." it'd
said.
Shinsou had snatched the bag and hurried to the nearest restroom, locking
himself in a stall and sitting on the closed toilet seat. Inside the bag was a
complete set of the U.A.'s girls uniform, down to a pair of standard-issued
knee high black socks, and a matching pair of lacy red bra and panties. He'd
stared at the items with growing horror, goose-flesh breaking out on his arms
as he realized what a mistake he'd made in accepting Mineta's help.
He'd resolved to ignore the request and pretend it'd never happened. Except by
the time he was sitting through his last lesson of the day, panic had begun to
seep into his gut—what if the other student, after being stood up, decided to
tattle the whole deal to Aizawa-sensei? Any chance to join the hero course
would've gone up in smoke, all his perseverance, his hard work, wasted.
He'd worn that fucking uniform—yes, even the damn lingerie—and he'd showed up
at Mineta's class. He'd gotten on his knees and he'd let the shorter boy push
him down on his dick. He'd let Mineta grope him and throw degrading remarks at
him. He'd let him fuck him.
For a chance.
Now Hitoshi was here; sitting on the cold floor of the class he so dearly
wanted to join, decked in a school girl uniform, with his hands stuck behind
his back and waiting for Mineta's quirk to lose its effect, and still painfully
hard in his panties despite everything—because he'd let himself indulge in the
fantasy of it having been Aizawa-sensei, thrusting into him, instead of his
fellow student.
He hated himself.
«… Shit…» he whispered, tears still running sluggishly down his heated face.
His cock throbbed between his legs, and soon the sole thing in Hitoshi's mind
was to just get off before someone came to double-check for straggles left
behind after school hours. The possibility of being found out by 1-A's homeroom
teacher made him buck his hips forward into nothing, moaning through worn-out
sobs and wishing for some sort of friction to relieve the pressure, to no
avail.
It took another hour before Hitoshi felt his bindings give way. It took three
minutes before the pins and needles disappeared from his hands.
It took a second for him to shove the front of the lacy panties he wore down
past his heavy balls. Finally, it took Hitoshi two pathetic, short minutes of
frantic and wild tugs at his stiff dick, Aizawa-sensei's actual name as well as
his Hero one falling from his trembling lips in hankering whimpers, before he
cummed harshly over his hand and clothes and floor.
Hitoshi hated himself even more.
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For the next couple of weeks, Hitoshi walked on eggshells.
He tried to forget what had happened in that classroom, tried to forget ever
agreeing to that deal with Mineta Minoru. He arrived to a point in which he
told himself he'd be fine, if it turned out the shorter boy had pulled a
massive joke on him and he actually never had any intention on leaving the hero
course—so long as the other came out and told him.
Paranoia was beginning to eat at Hitoshi.
Walking the hallways at U.A. he felt claustrophobic, like the walls were slowly
closing in on him; he had the impression he was being watched from a distance,
yet whenever he searched for the source, he was always met with nothing out of
the ordinary. Each time a teacher, no matter which department they belonged to,
strolled past him, Hitoshi unconsciously tensed, waiting for them to round on
him and point a finger at his chest with a menacing «I know what you did»,
before he was dragged to the principal and promptly expelled.
He could barely concentrate on preparing his end of term exams.
Even the refuge of home, of his own bedroom, didn't soothe him. He was more
tired than usual, yet his constant worry kept him from even getting those four
hours of sleep a night he normally could get. When he did sleep, on the other
hand, memories of Mineta—grabbing his hair and pushing him down onto his
crotch, of short, graceless fingers shoved inside him—continued to pop up,
plaguing his dreams.
The most humiliating thing was the number of times he woke up with an erection
after one of those nightmares. The bile rising in his throat looking down at
his tented pants.
Even worse was the hot burn of mortification simmering in his stomach whenever
he gave into the urge to touch himself; stroking his cock in tortuously slow
pumps as he shoved two slicked fingers in his ass and bit his lips around moans
of Aizawa-sensei's name.
Two weeks went by and before he realized, summer vacation was around the corner
with no news of a vacant spot in 1-A spreading among the student body.
The last day of school, right after the final exam, Hitoshi was called to the
hero course teachers' office. Aizawa-sensei informed him he'd been chosen to
move into his class to take up the now-free place in 1-A.
«W-what happened?» Hitoshi asked after a full minute of silence.
His heart was beating madly in his chest as he pretended to be surprised and,
coming in his aid, was the part of him who'd actually believed Mineta had lied
to him. He stood in front of Aizawa-sensei, enduring his impassive gaze, which
felt like it was piercing Hitoshi—he thanked whoever was looking over him for
the fact that the situation was too tense for his body to react in a massively
inappropriate way—, trying to decipher if the teacher knew. If he was waiting
for Hitoshi to crack before telling him the truth; tell Hitoshi his behavior
was unbecoming of a hero and thus he didn't deserve this chance, that he was
expected to leave U.A. and not come back at the start of the new semester.
Hitoshi stood there, quivering in his clothes, fearing Aizawa-sensei would tell
him he'd disappointed him.
Aizawa-sensei sighed. «One of my students, Mineta Minoru, resigned,» he said,
shaking his head. «He submitted the paperwork last week, but we decided to wait
to announce it. It would've been useless to move you before now, with the exams
and the summer vacations so close.» He reached for a folder on his desk,
offering it to Hitoshi wordlessly. «You'll be in 1-A starting September, you'd
better be ready.»
His knees almost gave out from under him, relief washing over him. Cold sweat
sticking his shirt to his chest forgotten, Hitoshi could hardly contain a
smile. «I will be! Thank you so much, Aizawa-sensei!»
The man waved off his gratitude with a «whatever, now get going kid» before
going back to minding his own business, effectively dismissing Hitoshi; he
bowed and exited the office.
He was supposed to go back to his class as soon as his meeting was done with,
but he thought it wouldn't hurt to delay his return a little, given how there
were no lessons planned for the last day of school anyway.
He took the opportunity to make a detour, the bubbly feeling in his chest at
the news of his dream about to become reality making him almost skip in his
steps. It wasn't until he turned the corner into the first years' hallway, that
Hitoshi froze in his tracks, realizing something he'd shockingly not taken into
account before then: the thing with Mineta Minoru had happened in 1-A's
classroom. In that moment, it dawned on him how the other student must have
done it on purpose.
Payback—so he'd never forget what he'd done to fulfill his wish. Hitoshi was
going to have to sit in a desk in there, surrounded by the infamous
troublemakers of 1-A, and keep his sin a secret. Forever.
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He'd thought so, anyway.
What Hitoshi had not been expecting—moving into Height Allegiance's dormitories
with the rest 1-A, after a chaotic summer featuring kidnapped students during
the annual training camp and an epic fight in the middle of Kamino ward, ending
with All Might's retirement—was the constant staring from everyone in the class
for the next week. There was tension in the air, whenever he lingered in the
common area, during lunch; even in the classroom. Tension so thick it was
difficult to breathe.
At first Hitoshi thought it was obvious: he'd taken a classmate's place rather
abruptly, and after such a stressful experience… all of 1-A needed some time to
adjust.
It wasn't until he came back from an extra session of training with Aizawa-
sensei, one late night, that he understood.
The piece of paper taped to his door showed an excerpt of a chat between
different people, one of them being Mineta Minoru, spilling the whole truth
about his withdrawal from the hero course and his encounter with Hitoshi. He
felt his face drain of all color the more he read. The vulgar language, the
degrading terms, the lies and inflated truth—all of it made his stomach lurch,
bile rising in his throat. Everything was made a hundred times worse by the
still images taken from a video posted in the chat: Hitoshi being held down
over Mineta's dick and, a little further down, Hitoshi crying out as Mineta
pushed into him.
Panic gripping him in a vice, Hitoshi snatched the paper from the door and
closed himself in his room, curling against the wooden frame, paler than normal
and shaking.
On the bottom of the incriminating page, was a sentence scribbled in red
marker: 'We know'.
Chapter End Notes
     Under the fear of blackmail, Shinsou says nothing as he proceeds to
     become what Mineta had suggested: 1-A's fuck-hole.
End Notes
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