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“Take it back.”
“No, you’re acting ridiculous.”
“Take it back this instant.”
“No! What is wrong with you?! All I said is that dogs were as equally good as cats.”
Shouta glares at you. This argument had been going on for hours now. It started as a petty, but lighthearted thing. Just a little bit of banter between you and one of your partners really. But now? The show you had been watching together ended ages ago. The sun was beginning to set. And if you didn’t get dinner in the next 30 minutes you were going to eat his stupid scarf.
“Because you’re wrong and acting childish.”
“Oh, I’m the childish one.” You take a step forward, fists clenching by your sides. “You’re the one who whines when Hizashi takes away your juice pouches.”
“You’re just proving my point,” he huffs. “I’m trying to talk to you like an adult and you’re bringing up irrelevant points left and right.”
“Like an adult? Shouta, one of your points included picking up Expresso and shoving her paws in my face while telling me about, and I quote , ‘her itty bitty, squishy beans’ and how a dog could never compare. How is that speaking like an adult?”
Shouta flushes red but his eyes remain locked on yours. Honestly if being a Pro-Hero doesn’t work out the man should try taking his staring contest skills onto the competitive circuit.
“It is a legitimate factor in this argument. Cuteness plays a large role in the superiority cats hold over dogs. You are purposefully omitting that part of my statement.”
“Oh please, you’re just mad that big bad Eraserhead can’t accept a difference of opinion so small that literal toddlers would have dropped it by now.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me old man,” you drive your finger into his chest. Sure Shouta was only a couple years older than you but the insult still landed judging by his expression. “Have you started to lose your hearing already or was your husband a little too loud in the bedroom last night?”
Shouta freezes. You freeze.
You didn’t mean to say that. Fuck. You did not mean to say that . Any trace of anger falls of Shouta’s face leaving behind an empty mask that is far, far worse. Slowly, you begin backing away from your partner. Your hands raise defensively as he matches every step, keeping the closeness between the two of you.
“Shouta, I’m sorry. That was…”
“Run.”
“What?”
“ Run. ”
You do just that. Pro-hero or not, even All Might cowers in the face of a pissed off Shouta.
You just have to get out. Shouta won’t chase you out of the apartment, he hates attention too much for that, so all you need to do is leave. You scramble over the couch and bolt for the door. Hizashi can deal with the man when he gets home.
Mistake number one: never turn your back on Shouta.
You barely make it a few feet before a strand of his capture weapon wraps around your ankle sending you careening to the floor. You gasp as the air leaves your lungs, but you can’t give up now. You’re too young to die.
Pushing yourself up, you hastily pull your leg from the gray fabric’s grasp. Shouta isn’t far behind, leisurely making his way around the couch and towards your fallen form.
You surge forward, tripping over yourself in an attempt to stand and at least make it around the corner. The hallway might be narrow but at least it’s a straight shot toward the door.
Mistake number two: falling into a panic.
As your mind races to form the tattered scraps of a plan, Shouta is already ten steps ahead of you. The next section of capture weapon he sends out is aimed directly at your waist. Before you know it, you’re flying backwards right into Shouta’s legs.
Wide, frantic eyes stare up at him…and Shouta grins. That horrible, serial killer worthy, fucking grin.
Shouta is on top of you before you can make another break for it. His full weight presses down on you forcing you face down on the floor. A hand slides its way under your shirt, caressing your stomach and pushing your hips up into him. His capture weapon weaves around your wrists and ankles tying them together. You struggle fruitlessly as breath ghosts the back of your neck.
He sits up slowly, sliding his lower half forward until his crotch grinds against your ass. You attempt to move again. But he ruts against you. A warning.
“You’re such a brat,” he murmurs. His hand slips out from under your shirt and then he grabs your hips. “All you had to do is admit that I was right and now here we are. You should know better.”
“Shouta please,” you plead.
Mistake number three: never talk back.
A loud crack resounds across the room as Shouta’s palm hits the meat of your thigh. You cry out, from the surprise or the pain you can’t tell.
“None of that.” His voice is firm and holds no room for argument. “First you acted like a brat and then you made a crude comment about Hizashi. You should know better.”
You wish you could see his face. Wish you knew just how much trouble you were in. But Shouta has run out of patience tonight.
You feel his fingers play with the waistband of your pants before he starts to speak again.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re going to sit there and I’m going to teach you some manners. Then I expect you to be a good kitten and make it up to Hizashi when he comes home, do you understand?”
You try to find the words. Shouta had been stern with you before but this was the first time you ever heard him use this tone with you. Hizashi? Now that was familiar territory. The blonde is a lovely person and a great partner, but his mouth definitely got him in trouble.
“Yes,” you whisper, the word sounding as small as you felt.
However, you must have been too quiet because it wasn’t long before Shouta’s hand reacquainted itself with your thigh. A strangled gasp escaped your mouth.
“ Do you understand? ” He repeats. You shudder. There won’t be a third time.
“Yes,” you say louder this time.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s what I thought.” Shouta hooks his fingers back under your waist band and in one quick movement yanks your pants down to your knees.
Cool air hits your bare skin and you do your best to stay still. No need to provoke Shouta again. His fingers begin to massage your flesh. Shouta stays silent as he does this. You flush, feeling the weight of his gaze bore down on you. Your partner makes no indication of what he’s going to do next. He just sits there and watches as your ass is up in the air leaving you feeling more exposed than ever before. Warmth rushes to your cheeks and your heart flutters in your chest like a caged bird as he leaves you alone with your thoughts.
A soft hum sounds from behind you and Shouta leans forward over you. You tense beneath him and wait. Then a hand appears in front of your face.
“Suck,” Shouta commands, pressing two fingers to your lips. You hadn’t even felt his hand leave your thigh. You stare at the fingers for a second before they’re pressed more intently against your skin.
“Go on, this is the only lube you’re getting so you better do a good job.”
You take the digits into your mouth and do as he asked. Shouta sighed and caressed your skin with his free hand.
“There we go. There’s my kitten.”
Satisfied, Shouta pulls back and starts teasing the tips of his fingers near your entrance. You try to muffle your whimpers into the floor but it’s no use. Not with Shouta pushing deeper inside. There’s a bit of friction as he further invades your hole. Saliva can only do so much after all. He gets two knuckles in before your whimpers turn into hushed moans.
Shouta stops and smirks. He slowly withdraws his fingers before shoving them back inside. You gasp and writhe underneath him. The dark-haired man does this a few times more before returning to his previous pace. Heat pulses through your lower regions the more he works you up. After a few more moments, Shouta removes his fingers and leans back on his heels.
“You know if I didn’t know any better I’d think you wanted this. All trussed up and defenseless. You’re usually so good so you had to have done this on purpose right?”
You’re panting. Feeling all too empty after having his fingers inside you. Lust fogs your brain and you try to push back against him. He chuckles at your weak attempts. Your body stills at the sound of his fly lowering. The fabric of his jeans rustles and you whine.
It’s unfair. Shouta is so unfair teasing you like this.
The thought barely finishes when you feel Shouta’s heavy cock press against your ass. You shake your hips trying to egg him on but his hands snake under your shirt and up around your waist to keep you from moving.
“You’re so cute when you’re needy.” Shouta teases his tip near your entrance. His cockhead circling the opening before rubbing up and down against it.
“Please Shouta, please.” He tuts, pulling back and you whimper as his body heat disappears.
“Please what?”
“ Please Sir, take me. ”
“Good kitten.”
Shouta slams his dick into you without hesitation. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Your body rocks forward with the force of his thrusts. He wastes no time, pulling you closer and closer like he’s trying to glue you onto his lap. His fingers wander up your front and begin to toy with your chest. One hand lazily kneads your breast as the other twists your nipple.
You’re reduced to a mewling mess as he pounds into you. His dick fills you, dragging against your walls and slowly stoking the fire inside you.
“So good. So good for me,” he moans breathily. “You can be such a good Kitten when you want to be. Even when you’re naughty you’re still adorable, nothing like those mangy. Fucking. Mutts. You like so much.” He punctuated each word with a thrust. Somehow one of his hands found itself wrapped around your throat.
“No, even when you’re acting like a bitch you’re still my cute little kitten aren’t you.” You feel his capture weapon unravel from your hands but the part around your ankles tighten. You only have a second to process this before your legs are roughly pulled apart. Your newly free hands try to brace your fall but Shouta, using gravity against you, rocks you into the ground.
You try to push yourself back up but only succeed in pushing yourself further against him. He speeds up. Your babbling only encourages him to go harder and harder. His breath grows more uneven as he relentlessly pounds his girthy cock deep inside you.
“Almost there, good Kitten. C’mon beg me.”
You moan. Pleas escape your mouth like water cascading down a cliff side. You’re so close.
“Shouta…sir…please, please…”
“There’s my good Kitten. Go on, cum.”
You shriek as release crashes over you. Shudders wrack your body and just as you think it’s over Shouta bites down on your shoulder. You cry out again, nearly sobbing at this point as Shouta chases his own high.
Shouta grows sloppier and rougher as he gets closer and closer. His dick twitches inside you. He’s so close, you can feel the tension growing in his grip. Finally he growls as you feel his cum spurt inside you. Thick and hot as it coats your insides.
You’re both panting as he lowers his hips. Shouta stays sheathed inside you for a bit longer. His hand rubs across your back soothingly. He finally pulls out. His cum drips out of you, a few globs land on your partially discarded clothes.
“I hope you learned your lesson. Next time you won’t walk for a week.” You nod your head, too exhausted to fight back. You’re tired of bickering.
Faintly you can hear a lock click open.
“Hey babes! You didn’t answer your phones so I brought dinner! What’ve you been…” Hizashi pauses in the mouth of the hallway, takeaway bags in hand. He looks down at your limp form and then back at Shouta. Understanding flickers in his eyes.
“Hey now…what’d I miss?” You tense as Shouta chuckles darkly.
“Kitten made a very interesting comment about what you and I were doing last night.”
“Oh…did they now?” Hizashi set the bags down and walked over toward you. “Tell me all about it.”
It was going to be a long night.