SHINSO X Fem OC
Aimi Haru wanted nothing more than to design costumes for heros, but her parents had different plans for her. While she's in class, she uses her quirk on her teacher, getting herself in trouble. Her punishment however, is to make her...
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SMUT WARNING
Aimi POV:
Hitoshi didn't hesitate. The second the words left my mouth, his lips met mine. The kiss was soft to start, delicate. Instead of hanging my hands down at my sided, i placed them on his chest, and his other hand met my waist. The feeling was electrifying, i swear you could physically see the sparks.
Way before I was ready, he pulled away. His forehead resting against mine. "Im sorry Beauty, I shouldn't have done that," he said. I was disappointed. As soon as he tried to fully pull away from me, I fisted his shirt and pulled him back in. I kept one hand gripping the fabric, and brought the other around his neck. I was hungry, greedy. I wanted more than one short kiss. Sue me, the guys hot.
This time, he kissed back with more force. Instead of being soft as if i were made of glass, Hitoshi was aggressive. It was as if something inside him snapped, his hands were constantly moving. The one that was on my face moved into my hair, gripping hard to angle my neck the way he wanted it. The other couldn't find a place to rest, moving from my waist, down to my hip, over my ass, back to my waist again. He pulled me closer, as close as I could get.
I bit down on his lip, causing a deep groan to escape his throat. The sound was primal, and would be terrifying in any other circumstance. But right now, right here, I wanted to hear it again. I pulled away long enough to say, "Shinso," before going right back in.
As if he knew what I was asking, his hand left my hair, and both went down and grabbed my thighs. He pulled up slightly, and I jumped, crossing my ankles behind his waist. Never once did he separated his mouth from mine as he took us over to the bed. Absentmindedly, he moved my suitcase so there was enough room for both of us.
He towered over me, pulling away once again. "You're so beautiful." he praised, and i swear I melted. Sure, i get told that all the time, but there will never be a moment that tops hearing that right now. With my legs still wrapped around him, his kisses became frantic as he moved from my lips down to my neck. Short, soft kisses were placed on every surface he could reach. He had one hand placed next to my head, holding himself up while he other was holding my outer thigh.
Now it was my turn to feel around. Running my hands over his shoulders, the muscles in his back were pronounced. When my fingered reached a fold in his shirt, I gripped it and pulled up. Hitoshi sat up long enough to pull his shirt the rest of the way off, and I admired him. He was built like a greek god. He smirked and let out a chuckle as he caught me staring at him. "Like what you see Beauty?" He asked, coming back down to pepper my neck with kisses again.
"Fuck yes, I want to see more," I practically begged. Hitoshi leaned back up, looking down at me. All he did was quirk an eyebrow. "Shinso, what are you doing?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbows.
"Try again." was all he said.
"Shi-" i started, only to receive a head shake. "Hitoshi, can i see more?" I pleaded. He smirked, and let out a curt nod. That was all the confirmation I needed. My hands reached the hem of my shirt and yanked up, pulling it off and throwing it to the side. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled those off while Hitoshi slid down his sweats.
