Deviant
Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia.
Warnings: Violence, Drama, Peril, Death
Pairings: Midoriya x Amajiki, Midoriya x Shinsou, Midoriya x Bakugou, Midoriya x Todoroki, Midoriya x Uraraka
Plot: Life after the apocalypse has drastically changed for those who survived. Contracting with demons is probably one of the least interesting developments in the new world. For Midoriya and Amajiki, it's become a standard way of life, the only existence they've ever known. They must rely on one another to avoid possession, and live whatever semblance of life remains now that the planet has been ripped apart.
Ch 02: Amuse-gueule
Midoriya woke with a start, his pulse racing as he glanced around the interior of the tent, reaching up with a trembling hand and pressing his palm over his mouth, his brow pinching. Oh fuck. Oh fuck that had been a horrible nightmare. He'd never had a dream like that, so realistic it lingered with him even after he'd awoken. His throat was dry, and his body ached all over. He breathed slowly until he was calm enough to push to his feet, walking the short distance to Amajiki's sleeping bag and peering down at him, his expression soft.
The other human was resting peacefully, his dark hair tousled with sleep, Midoriya taking a deep breath and turning towards the entrance, ducking slightly before stepping out into the chilly morning air.
The fog was thick, denser than it had been in quite some time. That was a good sign, it meant rain was likely on the horizon. He went about setting up rainwater traps in preparation for the potential downpour, glancing up as he heard the sound of twigs snapping from the forest nearby, calling out to Jirou curiously.
"Is something there?"
She didn't respond, Midoriya blinking slowly and frowning a little while reaching for her again. Her usual hum wasn't there, and he waited for only a moment before reaching out for one of the others, first Uraraka, then Bakugou.
He couldn't contact them, not any of them. He felt them there still, but it was as if they had been buried beneath a thick, impenetrable blanket. Dense and deafening, like the morning fog.
He glanced up as he heard twigs snap again, narrowing his eyes and instinctively reaching for his rifle, panicking slightly when he realized it wasn't there. He must have left it inside beside his sleeping bag, too focused on his concern with Amajiki to remember to grab it beforehand. Cautiously he made his way back towards the entrance of the tent, only to realize there was a figure standing there, naked in the fog.
The boy glanced up as Midoriya took a step closer, his purple eyes a vibrant contrast against his fair skin. There were dark swirls etched into almost every inch of him, some myriad of twisting tribal tattoos unlike anything Midoriya had ever seen. His hair was a messy shade of deep violet, nearly the same color as his eyes. Two sets of horns protruded from his forehead, one set curling upwards while the other set spiraled around his pointed ears. He was muscular and lean, a long bifurcated tail lashing the air behind him. He didn't speak, simply watching Midoriya as the human stared him down, and all at once he realized what was happening, why the manifestation seemed so clear and lifelike.
It was because it was real. He'd offered to share his soul. He'd given the demon a piece of himself in exchange for Amajiki's life, and therefore the deviant could now walk amongst them with his own separate physical body.
It hadn't been a nightmare at all.
Midoriya frowned and bridged the gap between them, asking in a hushed tone, "Are you the reason why I can't communicate with anyone else?"
Shinsou blinked down at Midoriya slowly, tilting his head slightly to the side, and Midoriya felt the weighted blanket that had settled over him peel back slowly, allowing his energy to rise to the surface once more.
As soon as the veil was lifted, a multitude of voices rushed into his mind all at once.
"It was to help you sleep." Shinsou replied easily, giving Midoriya a teasing little smile. "They haven't shut up since we forged our contract. That one in particular has been absolutely furious about it."
Midoriya tuned back into the chatter swarming within his mind, feeling Bakugou's anger swelling to the point where he nearly began to manifest without being called, Midoriya lifting his hands slightly and saying quickly in an attempt to settle them down, "Everyone. Everyone, please! Listen, alright?" He waited a moment for their voices to calm, exhaling a deep breath at the blessed quiet that followed. "I'm fine. Just give me a moment, I'm still coming to terms with this myself. I'll answer whatever questions you have to the best of my ability, but please. I can't understand it when you all talk at once."
Uraraka and Jirou spoke first, their tones concerned and their touch worried and protective, Jirou's hands on his shoulders while Uraraka partially manifested before his eyes, reaching out to cup his cheeks.
You're certain you're alright?
You're not hurt?
Midoriya arched his brow, humming softly and reaching out to Uraraka, brushing his fingertips against the edges of her flickering visage, searching her expression for a long moment.
"I'm fine, truly. I'm sure you can feel as much for yourself."
Hagakure was there as well, a gentle touch against his upper arm, Midoriya closing his eyes briefly to focus on the lessers clinging to him, trying to comfort both Jirou and Hagakure the best he could without actually being able to engage with them face to face.
As Uraraka faded to the background, Toga took her place. She smoothed her hands against Midoriya's chest, nuzzling into his neck and breathing softly against him, clinging to his shoulders tightly.
Don't ever do something like that again. Promise us.
Midoriya arched his brow, rubbing her upper back gently, giving the mid demon as much reassurance as he possibly could. "It was unexpected. All of you know well how against bargaining with my soul I am in the time we've spent together. If there was any other option to save Amajiki, I wouldn't have-"
Bakugou flared suddenly at that, surging to the surface and appearing in full manifestation just past Toga's shoulder, his eyes flaming like hot coals as he snapped his fangs, his hackles raised defensively as he turned on Shinsou.
You! You did this! You fragmented him! He's no longer whole!
"He made his choice." Shinsou replied smoothly, not rising to meet Bakugou's aggression, simply standing still and watching the greater as he lifted an arm to strike, explosions bursting against his palm.
"Bakugou Katsuki! Enough!"
The blow staggered as he struggled against Midoriya's will and ultimately fell short, swiping through the air violently just before making contact with Shinsou, a feral growl ripping from his throat. Bakugou twisted to lock eyes with Midoriya, his manifestation rippling and contorting slightly as he tried to hold his physical form.
He'll kill you! He'll devour you whole, and us along with you!
Midoriya searched his eyes, arching his brow lightly, frowning a little and calling gently, "I know you're upset. I'm not exactly thrilled about this arrangement either, but-" His eyes flicked up to meet Shinsou's, the demon's lax expression smug if anything. He didn't seem concerned at all about Bakugou's anger, or the outstretched claws steaming so close to his naked chest. "-the contract is made. He saved Amajiki, and all of us. You were suppressed, Todoroki was fighting alone. Without Shinsou's help, all of us could have-"
I wouldn't have let that happen! I was almost-
Midoriya let out a soft sigh, little more than an impatient snort through his nose. They were all fully aware of how outmatched they had been against the enemy that had come for them in the streets, and even if somehow Bakugou had managed to break out of his confines, there was nothing any of Midoriya's demons could have done to stop Amajiki from bleeding to death.
Forging a contract with Shinsou had been the only viable option. Midoriya had been unconscious for the duration of their merger, and as a result he hadn't been able to truly assess the power level or capabilities Shinsou offered in exchange for his soul. Despite missing the finer details, the fact remained that they were both safely back at camp. Amajiki was alive, healed completely, simply resting to recover the energy he had spent fighting against the demon at the school, and then again with the demon downtown near the hotel.
He glanced away slightly, thinking for a long moment, tugging Jirou to the forefront gently while asking quietly, "Did you sense him before? Was Shinsou the entity you felt downtown, that you warned me of?"
No. She whispered against his mind. The warning was for the one who attacked Amajiki. I felt no indication of this one's presence until he was already there beside us.
Midoriya hummed quietly, allowing Jirou to drop once more, holding onto Toga for a moment longer before gently pushing her down again. He clenched his fist, taking a step closer to Shinsou to physically deal with Bakugou, the greater still growling angrily as he glared up at the deviant smiling down at him.
If you try to hurt him, if you attempt to devour any of us-
"He knows my name." Shinsou said quietly, his eyes flicking towards Midoriya and giving a little nod. "If you doubt my word, command me. I gave you such power over me for a reason." He looked down at Bakugou again, adding, "I could sense those already under contract with you would war against my presence, especially since your soul was untouched despite the quirks under your command."
"Quirks…?" Midoriya asked softly, reaching out and touching Bakugou's shoulder, smoothing his palm over the demon's upper back gently, coaxing him to quiet his vocalizations and focus on Midoriya's presence instead. "Is that what you call them? The demonic capabilities the contracts imbue us with?"
"Quirks, talents, gifts, capabilities." Shinsou hummed, nodding his head. "It's all the same, regardless of what you call it. Our powers are a signature, as unique and definable as a fingerprint. While your body and mind were littered with such traces, your soul was clean. Completely untouched." His expression softened, a devious little smile curling up his lips. "It seemed such a waste, to watch that thing feast upon it without giving you at least the opportunity to choose a different fate. So, here we are."
Midoriya tugged Bakugou closer steadily, carding his fingers through the demon's unruly hair and kneading against the back of his skull soothingly, guiding his face to rest against Midoriya's shoulder and neck. Bakugou wrapped his arms around Midoriya's waist and tucked his face away, his shoulders trembling subtly as he growled against the human's throat, He can touch you now. He can feed from you whenever he likes. You're nothing to him, you're nothing more than a pulsating orb of light tucked away beneath layers of meat and bone. He'll devour you, he'll devour all of us. He'll possess you and steal your soul-
"I prefer a willing participant during feedings." Shinsou piped up cheerily, Bakugou growling and rounding on him again, Midoriya struggling to keep the two demons apart as Bakugou lashed out once more.
"Hey. Hey! Look at me!" He somehow managed to slip between them before Bakugou could land a strike, pressing against Bakugou's chest and quickly cupping his face with both hands, searching his eyes. "He has no reason to kill or possess me. He had every opportunity to do so. I was unconscious for fuck knows how long and instead of devouring me he healed Amajiki and brought us both back to camp! I know you're angry he's here, but he's one of us now-"
He will never be one of us! He's a monster! You have no idea what you've done, what you've given up in exchange for this!
Midoriya arched his brow, pressing his forehead to the greater demon's, feeling the jut of Bakugou's ringed horns against his brow, scratchy and rough like notches of tiered sandpaper. He traced along the demon's jaw and cupped his nape, searching his burning eyes while shushing him gently. Bakugou had always been protective of him, possessive even as their connection strengthened and grew over the years they'd been together, but Midoriya had never witnessed him like this. He was furious. He was afraid.
"Katsuki. Please. You have to calm down now." He bit his lip, arching his brow a bit, a shiver coursing up his spine as he felt Shinsou's palm smooth against the curve of his lower back. "You're draining my reserves flaring your manifestation like this. Please? I'm not going anywhere. You aren't going to lose me. Nothing is going to change between any of us. You have to trust me. Please."
I trust you! Bakugou managed to choke out, his tone hitching slightly as he cupped Midoriya's elbow, his fingers trembling as he added in a strained tone, I don't trust him. I can taste it, I can feel his hunger! Why can't you?
"I hunger for many things." Shinsou purred softly, Midoriya's breath hitching slightly as the demon behind him wrapped his fingers around his neck, petting over his windpipe and drawing Midoriya back against his chest, Bakugou glaring up at Shinsou over the human's shoulder, his manifestation contorting once again.
Don't touch him. Don't touch him!
"Shh…" Shinsou chuckled softly, tilting up Midoriya's face and searching his eyes. "I may be hungry, but I know how to share. I don't plan on taking him from you, your contracts aren't a threat to mine." He tilted his head slightly, his clawtips lingering over Midoriya's pulse. "If it will help you stop viewing me as a threat to your contractor, then by all means, leech from us as I feed. I'll allow it."
His tone was almost nostalgic as he shifted subtly closer, his tail flicking lightly against Midoriya's thigh, his breath hot against Midoriya's ear.
"I remember well what it was like before I was able to manifest and feed properly. Watching another demon drinking from your contractor is excruciating. It is within my power to ensure none of you have to experience such a thing without gleaning a taste of your own. That is, if our host allows it."
Midoriya blinked slowly, trying to decipher Shinsou's words. "You mean...you can drink from me? You can feed off of more than just my aura?"
It made sense, Midoriya supposed. Shinsou held his own physical body. Not a temporary manifestation in the physical realm like Bakugou and Todoroki could craft. No, Shinsou was his own person, and therefore he needed to provide sustenance to his new body. Midoriya hadn't considered what kind of substances Shinsou would need to consume now that he'd emerged into their world. Meat? Blood? Aura? His breath hitched lightly as Shinsou's fangs pressed against his neck, and his heart skipped a beat as he felt Bakugou's grip tighten, the greater demon gathering energy to unleash another attack.
"Hitoshi." Midoriya warned, and the demon behind him chuckled in amusement, petting over his windpipe once more.
"Do I have your permission?" He asked, his other hand finding Midoriya's waist. The demon shifted closer, pressing his chest against Midoriya's back more fully this time, so the human could feel his defined musculature and the steady rise and fall of his chest as he drew breath. "It won't hurt after the initial puncture. I'll be certain not to draw too much."
Izuku, please.
Midoriya met Bakugou's eyes. The demon's expression was torn, his brow arched. Midoriya had never seen him look so defeated, so vulnerable before.
Please don't let him do this. Don't let him taste you again.
Midoriya could count on one hand how many times he had heard the other mutter the word please in his lifetime, and that had been twice just now, back to back.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then turned and looked over his shoulder to meet Shinsou's eyes.
"Is there another way for you to feed from me? Can't you draw from my aura, like the rest?"
Shinsou hummed thoughtfully, considering. "The strain to sustain me in this form would leave you feeling weak and dazed near constantly. You would be a husk of your former self with prolonged exposure to such feedings. It could suffice in a pinch, but definitely not a practice I would recommend. Not if you wish to live a long life."
Midoriya nodded slowly, reaching up and touching Shinsou's hand, not tugging his grip away from his throat, simply resting against him, considering. "So, is drinking from me the only remaining option then?"
"It's the simplest, most efficient manner of feeding for an embodied demon, yes." He hummed and pressed his lips to the pulse point just beneath Midoriya's ear, purring gently, "I've tasted contractors before. I know well how to drink without harming my host. Should you doubt me at any given moment, my name alone will suffice in stopping me. I am under your hand. You're in control."
Midoriya knew what Shinsou was doing. Offering the illusion of control so he would further drop his guard, and give the demon what he wanted; his blood. Bakugou's trembling fingers against his chest grounded him to the moment, and he exhaled slow and deep, meeting Shinsou's eyes once more.
"Is there another way?" He repeated, and Shinsou's expression twisted slightly before smoothing into something calm.
"Perhaps." He murmured, his lips trailing down Midoriya's neck, his clawtips just barely scraping over the human's windpipe. "There is something else you can offer me of your own volition. Something that must be given freely, that despite my newly acquired physical body I cannot take with any amount of force."
Midoriya's breath hitched as Shinsou's claws drifted down his chest, over his stomach to settle at the curve of his hip, his purring deepening an octave as he smiled against Midoriya's shoulder.
"You're a virgin. In that aspect, your body remains pure. Untouched and unsoiled. It would be an adequate feeding ground to sustain me, if you were to give your consent and allow me to feed from you whenever I like."
Bakugou tensed at the deviant's words, and Midoriya flushed pink, that slow creep of heat eventually reaching his ears, his heartbeat fluttering in his throat.
"You want to have sex with me?"
Shinsou chuckled heartily, his fangs brushing against Midoriya's nape while he teased delicately over the human's pelvis, a smile clearly evident in his mirthful tone. "You know what I desire, but as drinking from you in that manner is off the menu so to speak, feeding from you in this fashion would suffice."
A quiet voice rose in the back of his mind, and Asui spoke for the first time since Midoriya had awoken, her touch cool and crisp against the rise of his brow.
It isn't a viable option for some of us. She whispered, her fingers tracing down Midoriya's jaw before pressing against his chest. As we are limited with our manifestations, drawing from your aura alone is our sole source of sustenance. As a result of this, most of us are submerged, lying dormant. If this one were able to tap into your aura in such a manner, the excess could be shared amongst the rest of us, resulting in a mass feeding.
Uraraka spoke next, her manifestation shimmering next to Bakugou's, the demons exchanging a look before she returned her attention to their host. While I've never considered such a carnal experience with our shared host, it does make the most logical sense to sustain all of us. Especially now that you have grown strong enough to handle such an encounter and come away unscathed. She arched her brow a bit, offering Midoriya a hesitant smile. Is that something you would be comfortable with? Allowing us to leech from you while you're entwined with Shinsou?
Midoriya blinked slowly, exhaling a deep breath. Bakugou's strong, steady touch, along with Asui and Uraraka's words soothed his initial anxiety at the suggestion, Midoriya repeating the information he'd been given within his mind, thinking long and hard on the decision he was about to make.
"If I give myself to you," Midoriya murmured, looking up to meet Shinsou's eyes once more, "Does the likelihood of your deviancy turning towards possession increase exponentially? Being submissive like that beneath a demon's hand, it doesn't-" He closed his eyes briefly, a shiver passing through him as Shinsou pressed a kiss against his nape, "-it doesn't feel right to me. It doesn't feel like I'm the one who's still in control."
"Do you forget so easily the words you spoke before?" Shinsou asked gently, the hand on Midoriya's waist finding the human's open palm instead, interlacing their fingers and squeezing lightly. "I do not wish to possess you, or to end your life. I simply need access to the energy required to effectively sustain myself in your reality."
He planted his chin lightly against Midoriya's shoulder, searching his eyes.
"If you cannot offer me your blood, then your virginity for now will suffice. Though I will tell you in complete and full disclosure, once I've tapped into your desire, the hunger I feel for you will become consistently more ravenous the longer you keep yourself from me. It would be wise to feed me daily in this manner, if not multiple times a day."
Midoriya flushed a shade darker at that, pinching his brow as he murmured under his breath, "Multiple times?" He bit his lip, glancing away, taking a moment to look towards Uraraka and Bakugou, waiting to see if they would give him any further caution or advice.
They were quiet now, hovering close together and waiting to see what Midoriya would decide. Bakugou didn't look happy about it, his mouth set into a firm line, heat smoldering in his eyes. His rage hadn't subsided, merely been suppressed during Shinsou and Midoriya's conversation, and cautiously the human reached out to him, gently taking Bakugou's hand.
"Katsuki?"
It's up to you. Bakugou grumbled, glancing away a bit.
Midoriya watched him for a long moment, thinking back on what had been said before, asking over his shoulder to the demon behind him while still holding Bakugou's eyes, "How would you share this with them? Would they simply...be present while you fed on me? Do they have to manifest individually in order to leech?"
"They can remain dormant, or manifest. Though manifesting would consume energy, which may lead to the feeding being somewhat counterproductive." Shinsou shrugged lightly, catching Bakugou's eyes, the demon bristling and tightening his grip on Midoriya, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "I don't mind an audience. If they choose to participate during the feeding, that's up to them. And you."
Midoriya considered again, weighing his options. He'd contracted with Shinsou, it was his duty to keep him fed. He couldn't give only his aura through typical means, and he couldn't offer his blood without Bakugou being furious every time Shinsou drank from Midoriya, which would undoubtedly cause a rift between all of them. He closed his eyes, examining the alternative; a physical feeding, combined with drawing aura. What was it that the demon would feed off of exactly? The desire that Shinsou cultivated within Midoriya? Would Midoriya even know how to give such a thing?
"I won't know what I'm doing." Midoriya said finally, and Shinsou chuckled and squeezed his fingers, nodding against his neck.
"I know you won't. That's the appeal. You've never been touched, never known desire." He kissed down Midoriya's nape, nuzzling at his shoulder, breathing against him in soft warm breaths that twisted something within his core. "I will awaken it within you, I will watch that slow burn turn into an insatiable wildfire. As much as I will hunger for you when we're apart, your body will quickly learn to crave mine too. Only I will be able to grant you satisfaction." He tiled up Midoriya's face with his other hand, a sly, impish grin twisting up his lips, revealing his enlarged fangs. "Give yourself to me, let me teach you pleasure unlike anything you've ever dreamed of before."
Midoriya held Shinsou's gaze, and the demon purred deeply, a soft, humming sound that curled against the back of Midoriya's skull.
He squeezed Bakugou's hand, breathing in and out slowly while making his final decision, then nodded succinctly once, giving his nonverbal consent.
"You may have me." He agreed quietly, and as Shinsou smiled Midoriya's heart fluttered, a pang of heat planting itself somewhere deep beneath his navel, his throat suddenly drawing tight.
"Thanks for the meal." Shinsou crooned teasingly, turning Midoriya to face him and capturing his lips, the human inhaling sharply and pressing his palms against his strong shoulders, muffled sounds of protest dying on his lips at that first press of Shinsou's tongue.
Oh. Oh fuck. He had agreed to this, he couldn't deny Shinsou now, although he wasn't entirely sure he wanted it, or what to expect.
The voices inside his mind, the other demons watching their exchange, faded into the background, leaving Shinsou and Midoriya alone together, still standing in the fog just outside of the ragged, oversized tent. When Shinsou breathed against him and a clawed thumb parted his lips, allowing the demon to lick further into his mouth, Midoriya felt himself start to submit.
Shinsou's tail lashed against the air just behind him, curling at the bend of his knee and keeping him close, Midoriya exhaling through his nose and trying to find the right rhythm to match Shinsou's heated kisses. He wasn't afraid, but he was unsure, and Shinsou felt that uncertainty, pulling back, searching Midoriya's eyes.
"If you don't want this-"
"No! No, I've agreed. I just-" He blinked twice in succession, glancing away slightly, shivering and biting at his bottom lip. "I don't...I'm not sure I-" His eyes fell on the tent, his thoughts filled with his sleeping companion, and Shinsou exhaled softly, smoothing his palm along Midoriya's lower back.
"Shall we go somewhere we can be alone?"
Midoriya frowned a little, searching Shinsou's eyes, replying hesitantly, "I'm not sure I trust you enough for that."
"Ah yes, your contingency plan. Should I attempt to devour you whole."
Midoriya frowned a little at Shinsou's laughter, but the demon quieted a moment later, humming and kissing at Midoriya's lips, licking at the corner of his mouth before lapping across his tongue once more.
"Alright then. Let me take your mind elsewhere, so you don't have to feel so self-conscious about our actions. Here."
Midoriya inhaled softly, blinking while looking around the endless darkness surrounding them, reaching out blindly through the void for any sign of reality. Shinsou was there to greet his hand, shushing him gently and tilting his face up, coaxing him into more kisses. "Is this-" Midoriya tried between presses of mouth, anxiety twisting tightly in his chest, "-is this possession? Am I-"
"No. This isn't that. This is...a safe place between us, where we can be alone together." He reached out a clawed hand, casting back the darkness, and Midoriya's eyes widened as he realized Bakugou and Uraraka were there, Todoroki standing quietly beside them. "This is a place where demons can speak with their hosts freely, without having to manifest."
"How did you bring me here?" Midoriya asked, still unsure. "Amajiki, he's asleep. Alone. We can't just leave him there-"
"We haven't moved." Shinsou reassured gently, cupping Midoriya's face and searching his eyes, dipping down to kiss him once more. "We're still standing together, we haven't moved from that spot. What happens here is only in our minds. Only when I start to feed from you will the physical realm mirror what's happening here. You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going to harm you."
Sharp claws delicately traced along the cut of Midoriya's jaw, petting over his throat slowly while searching his eyes, offering him a calm, patient smile.
"You're safe here. You're safe with me."
"We're here, Izuku." Uraraka called, and it was the first time Midoriya had heard her voice so clearly. "It's alright, don't be afraid. Jirou is watching your surroundings, she will alert us to anything happening in reality. We are all on alert for any potential threats."
"You can relax here. It's a safe space for contractors and demons to exist on equal ground." Todoroki agreed, his expression gentle and soft. "It's been a while since I've been here. I had hoped to share this with you someday, when you were stronger. Now that Shinsou is with us, he can bring you here to be with us whenever you like."
Midoriya nodded slowly, turning his attention to Bakugou, the demon frowning a little and crossing his arms over his chest, breaking eye contact as he glanced away. He didn't say anything, but Midoriya could tell he was pleased about being able to share such a space with his human host, and Midoriya smiled affectionately at his stubbornness, Shinsou gradually coaxing his eyes away and returning to kissing him. This time it was soft, gentle, slower than before.
"Forgive me for rushing this." Shinsou murmured, licking into Midoriya's mouth teasingly, flicking his tongue over Midoriya's and exhaling with a soft moan. "It's been so long since I've tasted someone pure, I'd almost forgotten what it could be like. It's delectable, and overwhelming. You're impossibly sweet."
Midoriya blushed and curled his fingers against Shinsou's shoulder, tugging lightly as the demon started kissing him again, inhaling through his nose as Shinsou reached down and cupped him gently, wrapping his fingers around his cock. Midoriya hadn't realized it at first, but he was just as nude as Shinsou here, within the shadowed recesses of their shared minds.
Shinsou grinned against his lips, lapping across his tongue and slowly starting to stroke, that small spark within Midoriya steadily igniting into something more. It grew with each press of hot tongue and sharp fangs, each heartbeat tugging behind his navel, every moment the demon's palm slid smoothly against his hardening shaft, smearing precum between them.
Midoriya rarely touched himself, if ever, and when he did so it felt nothing like this.
Perhaps it was the demon's doing. Perhaps the deviant was enhancing the sensation in some way, making it more pleasurable for Midoriya to endure. When his tail slipped up Midoriya's thigh and slipped between his cheeks, the human let out an embarrassed stammer and pulled away from Shinsou's mouth, his lips trembling and his cheeks flushed as the bifurcated tips started working against him, pressing teasingly against his tight pucker.
"Easy." Shinsou whispered, quickening his pace on Midoriya's cock, stroking him quickly and holding his eyes, smirking as the human's expression twisted, one split of his tail pressing past his tight sphincter to delve further inside that velvety heat. "That's it, that's right darling. Look at me, keep looking at me. Just like that."
Midoriya tightened his grip on Shinsou's shoulders, arching against his chest as the demon started kissing him again, breathless at the sensation of his tail pressing deeper inside. It was a hot, undulating coil that wound him tighter with each explorative prod, Shinsou purring and tightening his grip while stroking Midoriya faster, the other split of his tail gently pressing against Midoriya's sphincter to follow after the first, until they were both delving deeper inside.
"Fuck-" Midoriya choked, clenching down around Shinsou's tail, and the demon crooned and licked into his mouth while teasing his clawtips around Midoriya's slit, rolling back his foreskin and gliding his slicked palm purposefully against his throbbing erection, the human's breath hitching as the demon coaxed him over the edge.
"Good boy." Shinsou whispered, Midoriya clenching tightly around his tail as he spilled over the demon's hand, a guttural moan escaping him at the wave of raw energy that released from Midoriya's core. He stroked him through his completion, quickly lifting his hand to his lips and lapping up the hot cum streaking down his palm and wrist, his eyes glowing brightly in the darkness as he carefully withdrew his tail. "That's a nice appetizer, to start." He kissed Midoriya sweetly, the human panting breathlessly against his lips as he tried to remain standing, his knees a bit wobbly as he rested against Shinsou's chest.
Behind them, Bakugou was watching with burning eyes, panting unevenly and licking his lips, basking in the excess energy filling the void between them. Uraraka's cheeks were flushed, her expression shamelessly flustered. Todoroki breathed in deeply against the air, his expression twisting to something hungry and dark, a low growl starting in his chest as he took a step closer to their shared host.
Shinsou growled out a terrifying, territorial snarl and snapped his fangs while looking directly at Todoroki, the greater demon narrowing his eyes and taking a step backwards, returning to his original place. Shinsou glared at him for a moment longer before his eyes drifted to Uraraka, then Bakugou. He held the quiet demon's gaze for a long moment before giving Bakugou a little smirk, pulling his eyes away to look down at Midoriya once more, the human blushing and panting softly, still basking in his afterglow.
"Now then." Shinsou murmured, tilting Midoriya's face up for a kiss. "On to the main course."
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