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Shinsou draws up behind to the person Midoriya ruthlessly deemed the villain's weak link. The plan is simple and Shinsou's involvement is routine. Step by step, word by word, slip into this person's mind like a silent parasite. Direct them against their will, force a negotiation with the villain on the heroes behalf.
Villains have a 50/50 chance of listening to their loved ones in Shinsou's experience. Callming the situation under Shinsou's steady manipulations to stop bloodshed and destruction. Shinsou skillsets are listed requested for de-escalation at its finest. Too bad his skillset comes at the cost of a liminally innocent bystander's free will.
Easy peasy, lemon squeezey as Kaminari sing-songs in her memories.
Dropping the voice changer over her mouth and jaw, Shinsou works her magic. The innocent lover sinks deep in the still waters of mind control, milliable under Shinsou's careful manipulation. The puppeteered man walks quickly towards the epicentre, hurrying as if that is where he wants to be - with his lover, the villain crushing innocents in a rampage. Shinsou forces the man to spread his arms wide open and cries for peace, Shinsou's strings barbs in his mind.
The villain catches sight of his lover. Heartbreak crashes on his expression, shredding the rage for a brief moment of grief. Shinsou's gut pangs in sympathy, emotions plain and obviously not as clear cut as first assumed.
There is no tentative step forward for reunification. No weapons are tossed aside.
A burst of poisonous sticky green muck fling out of the villain's fingertips. The cascade of goop flies straight at his controlled lover, splashing cruelly on their bare arms. The lover howls in agony, nerves lighting up.
"Shit," Shinsou sighs as the lover snaps back into their mind. She activates her earpiece. "The honey trap failed. You guys are going to have to power your way to victory here."
"I told you so," Bakugou croons, her cackle joyful as she firecracks on scene like a bucking bull let loose from a rodeo chute to gore the unfortunate who thought themselves brave.
Shinsou squints against the sudden flashes of bright lights and explosions, belatedly realizing no one else is heading to extract the person Shinsou put in the line of fire. Sighing again, Shinsou calls it into the communication unit. Bakugou better avoid demolishing the concrete under Shinsou's feet. She leaps onto the scene, ropes at the ready to corral the lover to safety.
"What the fuck!" through the tears, the lover grimaces at the scene. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, why am I here?"
"Don't worry about it," Shinsou tells him. "I'll get you out of here. Hey, do you happen to know much about this guy's quirk?"
"Timeo," the lover hisses. "Tried to say it was just a damn rash spreading from accidentally sharing towels at the bath! Bah! No, no, that is not why my best fucking friend has acid burns on his thighs and inside his traitor mouth. I wasn't born yesterday!"
Shinsou deftly leads the scorned lover out of range. "Men ain't shit. He sounds especially stupid. Why is he throwing this tantrum?"
"Kyou works in that building. When he realized that Kenji-san also has burns, thats when he made a fuss."
"Has the building been cleared?" Shinsou hurriedly asks over the comms. "Sounds like this is a lover's tiff."
"The only thing Timeo loves is getting his cock wet!"
Shinsou resolves to stop listening to Midoriya's suggestions about de-escalation. Timeo heard that last comment.
"You asshole," impressively, Timeo dodges Bakugou's sharp knee to the gut, stumbling amateurishly towards Shinsou and the furiously scorned lover. "Don't pretend like you're a saint! When's the last time you did the laundry? Why was that always my job!"
"You GOO on it!!"
"Oi, heroes, arrest him! He is a damn mutant chaser - doesn't actually care about our troubles, only dated me to make his mother mad!"
Bakugou lands on the ground, her hair sticking up all over the place and a nasty scowl on her face. "Seriously?! You know you can break up without the property damage, right? Get on the ground and give up, cheater. You can continue this drama behind bars."
The villain garbles out a monologue about failed love. Bakugou's eyebrow twitches, a visible countdown to her incoming explosion as her patience wanes. Shinsou starts pushing the civilian faster out of range.
"Time to go," she reminds the ex-lover. "A little faster, if you could."
He sneers. "No, I wanna see him get his ass kicked now."
Shinsou sighs. She hates this. "Why?"
"Because -"
Easy peasy, lemon squeezey. Shinsou snaps up the connection firmly and sends the civilian running in the opposite direction. "Hey blasty," she calls towards the fuming Bakugou, "are you going to wrap this up anytime soon? I need a coffee."
Bakugou's eyes flicker up and down Shinsou's body before she snorts and shakes her head. "Don't say I never do shit for you, mindfreak."
A boom. A blast. And the villain goes toppling head over heels landing right at Shinsou's feet. He mumbles something, still talking, and Shinsou resists the urge to brainwash him quiet. Instead, she takes out her handcuffs and bends over to do what Bakugou finds too inferior for her skillset; securing the villain for the cops to actually arrest him. He is broad and wide, and his stunned state means he is little more than deadweight Shinsou needs to work around. Her foot slips a little on some of his goop, and she has to catch herself from falling into his chest. Her sturdy, steady hero uniform smears on his arm. Too far into the motion, Shinsou can't avoid the contact to her clothes, the smell of chemical melting burning her nostrils.
Flailing back, Shinsou becomes strikingly aware of a new sudden chill on her skin, open to the elements. Shinsou bites back a curse, and concentrates on finishing her securing of the villain, Shinsou's tits unfortunately out.
A young sidekick from one of the bigger agencies hurries to their location with a gaggle of police at her side. "Villain is successfully apprehended," she says before catching an eyeful of Shinsou and turning an amazing shade of red. "Uh..."
"Avert your eyes, pervert!" Dynamight smashes her fist meanly on the kid's head with an audible thump. Her heavy gaze glances annoyingly south before her lips slide into a lean smirk. "Oi, where the hell have you been hiding those, mindfreak?"
"Shut up," Shinsou scowls. She resists the urge to cover herself up. "Careful of this one's quirk."
"Tch, did any get on your skin?"
"Suit got the worst of it."
Bakugou makes a huffy noise and crowds in close. She is shorter than Shinsou even wearing her thick sole boots with a heel high enough to commit murder, but she isn't tit height, her head bending slightly to frown at Shinsou's cleavage.
"... haven't you heard of personal space?" Shinsou flicks Bakugou on the forehead.
Bakugou breathes deeply, her exhale hot meeting the cold skin. Her gaze drags up, up and then she leans back, satisfied and leaving Shinsou warm cheeked.
Confident, Bakugou rolls her eyes. "Oi, I'm checking for burns."
"Sure. Hey, any of you have a spare shirt? Don't get me wrong, I love Red Riot's style, but I seriously need a little more coverage thank you very much."
Bakugou cuts off the sidekick and kicks at Shinsou's shin lightly. "My place is two blocks that way."
Shinsou raises her eyebrow. "Is it now?"
Bakugou's answering smirk is far too mean, and far too attractive. "Coffee is still fresh in pot."
She will deny to her dying days how weak at the knees that comment makes her. Bakugou grins her victory smile and grabs Shinsou around the waist.
"Hold on to your tits, I fly fast."
It's not just Shinsou's knees that are weak when Bakugou lands them on her penthouse balcony, smug as shit and cackling at Shinsou's pained expression.
"You are something else," Shinsou says. "Coffee?"
Bakugou pushes Shinsou into the bathroom. "Shower first, damnit. Clean off that goop you managed to get on yourself like a fucking novice."
Shinsou glares. "At least I got the cuffs on him."
"Want a gold star, sugar tits?"
Still spluttering, Shinsou slams the bathroom door on Bakugou's smirking face, her hands finally coming up to hide the remainder of her dignity.
Her tits are big, okay? She knows it. Tall, broad shouldered but with a thin ribcage and less muscular than the rest of the top 20 heroes, it means her breast are fairly substantial. Not wanting to be a flashy daytime hero and lacking the patience for charming the nighttime villains with anything other than her quirk, Shinsou keeps her figure formally wrapped up in mystic. Heavy duty sports bras and loose body suits, shirt collars high to hide the various voice changer gear and sleeves long to help with shadowy camouflage, Shinsou is as feminine on patrol as Aizawa.
But if anyone should be called 'sugar tits' it's definitely Bakugou Katsuki, and not Shinsou. Bakugou fights viciously, her beautiful breasts the last thing on her mind and the first thing on anyone elses. Two perfect handfuls pressed up under her tight tops, defying gravity in a way Shinsou's flesh could never.
Shinsou strips off her ruined clothes and steps into the shower. Bakugou's inspection holds true, there is no sign of damage on Shinsou's chest. Those support gear teams need a raise, really. Shinsou can imagine the pain they've saved her from, her pale skin unblemished. Wrapping herself in a fresh smelling towel Shinsou steps out of the bathroom, huffing at the lack of anything to wear.
"Bakugou? You got anything that I can put on to literally cover my ass?"
Bakugou's head pops around the corner, her face blankly dismissive. "We're both girls, ya know."
Shinsou digs a deep well of patience. "Bakugou."
"Urgh, fine! You won't fit any of my underwear though, so you're going to have to go natural."
"Whatever," Shinsou could just put on her panties. They aren't that dirty. Her bra is a lost cause though.
Bakugou tosses a handful of clothes at Shinsou. A pair of loose basketball shorts fits fine, but Shinsou is suspicious of the tank top. It stretches obscenely over her chest, the black fabric doing nothing to hide the shape of her nipples from protruding. It's too tight, too small, it can't be something Miss Too-Big-Band-Shirts wears on the regular. Tugging it down to hide the slip of skin low on her belly shows the swell of her breasts, and Shinsou isn't sure which state is better.
"Coffee," Bakugou shoves the tall cup into her hands, and Shinsou forgets her woes by her first sip. Thick and caffeinated, Shinsou nearly moans as the taste hits her.
"Fuck," Shinsou does moan on the second sip. "Where'd you get these beans?"
"I ain't telling you shit."
"Keep your secrets, but I know where you live now. I'm breaking in and stealing it later."
"Dramatic asshole," Bakugou says hypocritically. "Just knock on the damn door when you come over."
"Huh?" Shinsou pauses her worshipping to the coffee gods, and stares at Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. "Wait, what?"
Bakugou smirks, her heated gaze on Shinsou's face in a bright challenge that raises Shinsou's attention like nothing else. "I said, you're welcome to join me for coffee in the mornings. 'Course, if you don't want to knock on the door, my bed is open for use."
Oh. Oh shit. "Are you hitting on me?"
"Yeah," Bakugou huffs, her trust in Shinsou's intelligence fading fast. "You just got that? Shit, it's a good thing you're pretty."
Huh. Bakugou Katsuki flirting with plain ol' Shinsou, a low tier hero wearing three day old eyeliner that refused to scrub off in the shower and left smudged dark marks to blend in with her puffy eyebags. She is not a picture of beauty and grace, and it's not just disbelief that has Shinsou skeptical.
"My tits are that impressive," she says dryly. "Wow, I'm flattered."
"You should be," Bakugou stretches shamelessly, her baggy shirt lifting up to bare the scarred dips and planes of her solid lower belly, her pants hanging low and loose and letting Shinsou's imagination run wild about how soft and sweet her skin must taste. "I know you want me, too. I can hear it in your voice."
"My voice?" Shinsou cups her throat unthinkingly, watching Bakugou watch her fingers slide over the thin column and rest on her collarbone. "The voice I use day in and day out to mind control people? That's how you are clocking my desire for you."
"You admit it then. You desire me."
The air sizzles. Bakugou steps into Shinsou's space, shorter shoeless in her own apartment, but towering in aura and presence. She crowds Shinsou, and Shinsou moves willingly, lets Bakugou try her hand at intimidation. The heat in her eyes already has Shinsou turning melted in her borrowed shorts, the scant space between their bodies blistering hot.
"Keep talking," Bakugou orders, voice raspy in a way Shinsou has never heard before, the tone and grit a gift. "Show off that pretty mouth of yours for me."
Shinsou cuts off in a gasp as Bakugou ducks in and sucks hard on her jaw. A wet mouth lays brusies, sucking in a row until she reaches Shinsou's earlobe and bites. Nimble fingers dance on top of the fabric of Shinsou's tank, the warmth of Bakugou's palms setting high on Shinsou's ribs just shy of her heavy, heaving breasts.
"You are a menace," Shinsou tilts her head to give Bakugou better access to her neck, her chest arching. "Such sharp teeth to go with that sharp attitude. You like my voice, kitten? Want me to whisper sweet nothings into your ears and smother you in my tits?"
Tits and voice, those are things Shinsou will happily deliver. It's still a mindfuck to realize it's Bakugou kissing her neck. Anticipation brings with it a rapid heartbeat, Shinsou's nerves waking up in a rush. She is wet, wet and wanting between her legs at the very thought that this could go farther, this game that Bakugou is playing can escalate to heights unknown; fuck, Shinsou isn't used to flying.
"Mhm," Bakugou hums into Shinsou's skin, her fingers twitching. She makes no moves to grope Shinsou breasts, a contrast with how she kisses mean on Shinsou's neck. "Taste good."
Shinsou shudders and grabs Bakugou by her short shock of hair, wincing at the nip of teeth. "Hey, hey, kitten?"
"Fuck, what?" Bakugou pouts, lips red as sin. "Can't I?"
"You asking for permission now? What is it you want? Taste me, all of me?"
"Yeah," Bakugou pulls against Shinsou's grip on her hair, her mouth wide and open and straining to lick a dirty line along Shinsou's jaw and flicking filthy into Shinsou's lips. The kiss is electric, sparks running between them. Bakugou's lips are unreal, buttery soft. Shinsou licks in and creates a tight seal on their mouths, sucking Bakugou's tongue and tasting her teeth. Shinsou deepens the kiss, her tongue making an effort to choke Bakugou, wet and hot and searching out all the hidden crevices of Bakugou's mouth. The kiss is pure filth, obscene noises taking up their small space. Bakugou's hands dart up to Shinsou's shoulders, clinging to her and pushing their chests together. Her body demands attention, but Shinsou could spend eternity holding Bakugou by the hair and stealing her breath.
Bakugou moans, her eyes fluttering shut. Wandering palms continue down Shinsou's back and follows her ribcage to the curves of her hips and then up, pushing above her beating heart, the calluses on her hands dragging on Shinsou's sensitive skin as Bakugou pushes up the thin tank top. The air bites at Shinsou's nipples, the tips pebbling and exposed.
"Fuck," Shinsou detangles her mouth from Bakugou with a graze of teeth on the swollen bottom lip. "Go on. Touch them. They're pretty big, huh?"
Bakugou takes one in hand, lifting and groping the breast with surprising gentleness. "Can't believe you've been hiding these from me. I could've had your stupidly gorgeous body months and years ago."
"Cocky motherfucker," Shinsou snorts and grabs Bakugou's tit in revenge. She is much less gentle, tweaking the nipple until Bakugou jerks and sinks into the mean touch. "You are lucky you're cute, so I'll spell it out. I'm a modest gal, don't think you can get away with acting like a brat with me. I'll tell you exactly where I want you to touch me, and when, and how."
Bakugou's eyes go impossibly darker, her tongue sneaking out to lick her plush lips. "Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me."
Shinsou dislodges Bakugou's hands and grabs the shirt hem where it's bunched under her armpits. The room goes dark for a brief second when she pulls the thin fabric up and off, leaving Shinsou's tits out on purpose this time.
"You can eat me all you want in a minute," Shinsou reminds her sardonically, "first, take care of these. They're a little heavy on my back, if you don't mind holding them."
The suggestive action goes over well. Bakugou falls face first into Shinsou's chest, her exhale directly into Shinsou's cleavage on the edge of something, a ping in Shinsou's mind telling her she is playing with explosives now and her skin is only so thick. Bakugou leads with a kiss on the plush flesh where she lifts the breast up. Better than any bra, Bakugou cups Shinsou's tits like they are heaven sent, flesh meant to be consumed reverently. Her tongue and mouth trail on top, and down the crack, licking low and under, a balm on the skin warm from the breasts' heavy weight against her ribs. Sweat beads, and Shinsou can't help whimpering quietly when Bakugou finally latches onto her nipple and sucks. The flickering of her tongue is languid, slow compared to the hard suckle from her mouth. Shinsou pets Bakugou's short hair, encouraging her as much as she can when her knees begin to shake and her chest shudders in growing sensitivity.
"Such a tease, kitten," Shinsou tries to keep her voice level, replying on her natural reverberating pitch to drag Bakugou's attention to her words. "There’s more to a lady, isn't there? Though no one would accuse you of knowing about proper ladies. I've watched you for years, Bakugou. Your hands have leveled buildings thought impossible to take down. I've always wondered how that strength translates." Shinsou pries the hand off the breast not currently in Bakugou's mouth, and guides her fingers pointedly under the waistband of her borrowed shorts.
Bakugou's pace stutters, a shiver running visibly up her spine as she strokes the thin skin on Shinsou's lower belly before dipping in, dipping under towards Shinsou's most private of places. Her hot palm cups Shinsou's mound, fingers tightly pressed together in a firm pressure that sends Shinsou's cunt into overdrive. Bakugou strokes her front to back in a heady grind, her fingers barely parting Shinsou's slick labia until suddenly on one stroke she spreads her fingers wide, her thumb caught on a trembling inner thigh and four fingers exploring the outside of Shinsou's cunt in wet, tiny touches.
"So shy, so sweet to me," Shinsou pants as her head tilts up to the sky, eyes shutting against the stream of delicious pleasure building up. The lack of sight intensifies the mix of hot mouth on her nipple and clever fingers gently coaxing her clit into firm arousal. "So good."
"Wanna fuck you," murmurs Bakugou around her mouthful of breast. Her fingers circle entrance to the empty, dripping hole, never dipping in, polite and careful and asking.
Shinsou's heart flutters and warmth spills from her gut, slick undeniable and soaking Bakugou's palm. "Do it."
One, two, they slip into the welcoming heat. Shinsou clenches helplessly around the digits, her walls working to stay full, to encourage Bakugou to chase away the emptiness. Bakugou knows her way around pussy, Shinsou thinks deliriously as the delicious fingers work her over. Slick, slick, slick sounds echo between her legs, her inner thighs wet from the drag of Bakugou's wrist. The thumb rotates and slowly circles Shinsou's clit. Repeating, repetitive, a machine constant pace encapsulating Bakugou's attention to detail even while drooling into Shinsou's chest, huffing and sweating and panting so sweetly. Bakugou's red face and hazy eyes send Shinsou soaring and she comes, her body rutting into Bakugou's fingers while she keens out a moan of Bakugou's name.
Cursing, Shinsou properly tears Bakugou from her tit this time, her hands shaking as she extracts the wet fingers and holds Bakugou's hand. The walls bump along their giddy shoulders on the short trip to Bakugou's room, where the bed is waiting for them.
Shinsou kicks off the shorts, all modesty gone in the broken levee. Her motions are frantic, tugging off Bakugou's shirt and bra and pants and socks and -
"Oh," Shinsou's cunt throbs.
Bakugou is beautiful in her nakedness, ethereal strength from her arms and hands and core, her thighs made to die for. Eyes painfully dry, Shinsou rakes in her form from the top of her familiar head all the way down to her exposed ankles. A tiny thatch of pubic hair sits in a tuff right in the V of her legs, tamed in a way that makes her mouth water in desire.
Shinsou almost purrs. "On the bed. Now." Not waiting for an answer, Shinsou uses her taller stature to hitch her shoulder into Bakugou's side and bodily toss the woman to the mattress in a hard bounce. Following her down, Shinsou bites at Bakugou's lips and gives her no recovery time before she kisses the perfect breasts, the indent of a feminine stomach, and licks one hot lashing stripe between Bakugou's legs. The taste of pussy lingers and Shinsou grins, feral desire polluting her thoughts into a cesspool of obscenity. Bakugou is wet wet. Thick honey-textured slick gleams on golden thighs, turning her blonde pubic hair into damp dark curls.
Shinsou slips her fingers through and takes another taste, moaning at the dumbstruck flush on Bakugou's face.
"Shinsou, fuck."
What a great idea. She picks up Bakugou's ankle and lifts the leg high, nuzzling the muscled leg between her tits as Shinsou shifts on her knees until she has Bakugou stretched to the point of flexibility, pussy exposed and for the taking. Shinsou ruts her cunt along Bakugou's thigh and swings herself forward until the wet press of their cores touch in a filthy mess.
"Like this," Shinsou pets Bakugou's leg, circling her hips and watching Bakugou hiccup. "Together."
The angle takes time to get right, but Shinsou is patient. She guides their labia with manual adjustments, taking pleasure out of pinching Bakugou's swollen clit between her lower lips and letting her wetness soak to the sheets. The best thing is how Bakugou melts into the mattress. Boneless, beautiful, her hair a halo and her lips parted, breasts jumping when Shinsou thrusts right. Bakugou is surprisingly sensitive, wave after wave taking her over until tears spring up and wet her eyelashes, running down over ruddy cheeks in quiet rivers. Loud, louder Bakugou cries with each clench of her cunt, her stomach visibly twitching as she curls against the rushing pleasure.
Shinsou fucks her through an orgasm, gives herself one too until her pussy gets sore from the friction, and Shinsou drops between Bakugou's legs, tasting their mix and licking herself clean off Bakugou. Shinsou hums against Bakugou's blood hot hole, and licks and licks and licks, swallowing the liquid that spills into her mouth and down her throat until her jaw aches and mind quiets.
The absence of Bakugou's moans make Shinsou come up for air.
"Wow," she murmurs. "Never thought I'd see the day."
Bakugou is unrecognizable. Her face is hidden by an elbow throw over her head, her hands weakly open and slack on the sheets. Gone is the pale peach of her skin, the red flush spreading in blotchy patches. Bakugou's chest rises and falls, her legs given up the fight.
She is gorgeous. Shinsou has to pinch herself to stop her rampage and doing more damage. Smacking her numb lips, Shinsou crawls up the bed and rests next to the quietly shaking Bakugou.
"Too much?" Shinsou smirks.
Bakugou grumbles something and rolls predictably into Shinsou's breasts, nuzzling them like they can save her from the aftershocks quaking through her well-loved cunt. Shinsou snorts and pets Bakugou's hair, getting comfy on the admittedly nice mattress.
".... hey," Bakugou says after a minute or two once their breathing has evened out. "I was serious about the coffee offer."
"... I am not changing my hero uniform to show off my tits."
Bakugou shrugs. "Good. I am possessive."
Shinsou spares a kiss on Bakugou's sweaty forehead. "Yeah. I know. I'll move in tomorrow."
"Tch, good." Bakugou plants herself in Shinsou's cleavage, a happy noise undeniable.
Shinsou may have had her tits on display for all to see, but when Bakugou Katsuki makes a choice, life can be that easy.