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Day Seven: Daddy Kink | Mind Control | Kink Discovery
Pairing: Hitoshi/Izuku
It had started innocently enough.
It was their third year and they had been in Todoroki’s room. Meeting up after a long week of their internships and classes, unwinding and chatting about their weeks. Todoroki lounged on his bed while Uraraka played with his hair, nodding along to Iida talking animatedly about his internship patrols. Shinsou was laying against the end of the bed, while Midoriya laid on the floor,updating his notebooks. It was nice to be together.
“Then, as the criminal approached we had to evacuate the civilians,” Iida told them, chopping his hands rapidly, “I was able to remove thirteen civilians in just under five-minutes. Unfortunately the villain had a quirk which made the terrain difficult to navigate.”
Uraraka smiled, lazily playing with Todoroki’s hair, “Wow! I’m glad you were able to get so many people out, Iida! You have really been improving your rescue hero skills lately!”
Iida had a small blush redden his cheeks, before he chopped his hand one more time.
“Thank you Ochako-chan!” He said, avoiding her gaze.
The other three shared knowing looks at their antics, having seen them awkwardly flirt for nearly three years at this point. Shinsou being the one to steer the conversation onto new matters.
“I had to fight this guy with a copy-cat quirk, which was so annoying,” he said, disinterestedly, “It took nearly twenty minutes to get him, and he actually managed to put me under for a moment there.”
“You got hit with your own quirk? That is so unfortunate,” Todoroki said, sarcastically from the bed, earning a severe look from Shinsou.
The group continued chatting, but they eventually noticed Izuku’s muttering had gone quiet.
“All good there, broccoli boy?” Ochako asked, leaning over the side of the bed to see Izuku looking conflicted.
“I am just intrigued as to how it feels to be hit with Shinsou’s quirk, compared to the sports festival, especially with all of his training, and with a clear head. In a purely academic sense-” He responded, quickly falling back into rambling, as Ochako gave him a smile.
“You know, I could always put you under again, Midoriya? Would you like to try?” Shinsou asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“Yes-,” was all he got out before he felt Shinsou's quirk take hold. It was strange, but not unpleasant.
He felt like he was covered in a blanket, like he was drifting. He felt his consciousness fall down, out of the driving seat, into an empty, blank, void. He could vaguely hear his friends laughing and joking with each other, could almost feel the floor beneath him, but it was distant. The only thing he saw clearly were Shinsou’s eyes, beautiful lilac orbs that were clear and sharp compared to the smudged surroundings. Izuku felt so calm, as Shinsou had him raise his hands and flap them around, before he released his hold.
When he did, Izuku felt himself rush back to consciousness, and control of his body. He was filled with sensations once again, and it almost felt like too much at first. Then he was hit with another, more uncomfortable sensation. He was hard, painfully so, and the only thing hiding it was his notebook.
“How do you feel?” Todoroki asked, as Izuku’s brain tried to restart.
“Uh- I- Good! Fine!” Izuku stuttered out, trying to think of the best way to escape the situation, blush coloring his cheeks.
“Are you okay, Midoriya? You look flushed, are you feeling ill?” Iida asked, frowning down from the bed at him.
“I am! Um- Yes! Just a little tired!” Izuku blabbered, grabbing his items in a whirlwind and trying to keep himself covered the whole time. “I will see you all tomorrow!”
Izuku rushed out of the room, nearly sprinting in his haste. He didn’t see Shinsou’s eyes watching him almost predatorily.
Izuku was a flushed mess as he power-walked down the halls towards his room. He couldn’t believe he had gotten hard just from his friend using his quirk on him like that. He felt like such a pervert for reacting like that. It just felt so strangely nice to have someone else be so completely in control of him.
He had just made it to his door and was fumbling with his keys, when he heard Hitoshi call to him.
“Midoriya, wait up!” He called, jogging to meet him at his door, “You left so quickly, I didn’t even get to say goodbye or see if you were okay.”
Izuku flushed a brighter shade of red, “I am sorry for worrying you Shinsou, I just didn’t expect it to feel like that.” Izuku was awkwardly shifting, trying to keep from blabbering too much.
“Why did you leave so fast?” Shinsou asked, an eyebrow raised as he scanned the shorter guy’s body.
“I just-”, and Izuku fell again. All he could see were those eyes, all he could hear was his voice.
“Midoriya, tell me truthfully, do you enjoy being under my control?” He asked, eyes staring into his soul.
“I do,” Izuku felt himself saying, his voice working on its own. He could feel himself blush harder at the involuntary confession.
Shinsou smiled, and it was hungry, “Are you hard right now from me controlling you?”
“Yes,” Izuku told him, feeling arousal and shame burn in him from the confession.
Shinsou smiled, and glanced up and down the hallway, “Show me.”
Izuku felt his limbs start moving on their own, as he dropped his backpack and notebook, his arms pushing his pants down, and his hard cock coming back up to lightly slap his stomach. He was flushed, embarrassed and fully exposed.
Shinsou gave him an appraising look, “Open the door and go inside your room. Then strip.”
Izuku was becoming more and more aroused as his body acted on its own, his mind racing in the back seat. Was this real? How was this happening? Is he about to sleep with one of his best friends?
Shinsou chuckled behind him as he closed his door and laid his items nearby. Izuku was busy mechanically stripping his clothes off, showing off more and more of his freckled, creamy skin. Shinsou had been attracted to Midoriya for a long time, he couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it started, but he guessed it was shortly after he met him. His cute face, delicious body and most of all his kind and trusting disposition got Shinsou riled up.
Keeping careful hold on the thread of his quirk that wrapped around Midoriya’s consciousness, Shinsou trailed his fingers along Midoriya’s back. He could feel the arousal burning in Izuku from his hold on him, he knew exactly how badly Midoriya wanted this. He smiled, and trailed his fingers further down, exploring his muscled back and gently tracing the curve of his ass.
“Midoriya, do you want me?” Shinsou asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes, more than anything,” Izuku responded, not able to hold back his desire in this state.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Izuku?” Shinsou asked, pressing his clothed cock against Izuku’s ass.
“Yes, I need you,” Izuku begged, his desperation cracking through the control Shinsou had on him for a moment.
Shinsou smiled against the back of the shorter man’s head and reached a hand around to lightly grip his throat.
“Will you be a good boy for daddy?”
“ Yes,” Izuku moaned out, as Shinsou squeezed his throat just enough to release him from his quirk.
Izuku was a flushed and horny mess, rock hard and naked. He immediately grabbed Shinsou’s hand with his own and ground back against his clothed cock. He was too desperate at this point for shame.
“Hitoshi, please,” Izuku whimpered, and he felt a squeeze on his neck as Shinsou let out a shuddering breath, his cool demeanor cracking for a brief moment.
“As beautiful as my name sounds on your lips, that’s not quite right is it?” Hitoshi asked.
“I-,” Izuku barely got a syllable out before he was under Hitoshi’s control again.
He watched helplessly as Hitoshi walked around to the front of him and stripped off his clothing. Every piece taken off revealed more and more of his lean muscles. His cock hung heavy and full, and massive. Izuku felt a tremor of mirth run through his captive mind, he guessed that what they say about emo-looking guys is true.
Hitoshi sat on the edge of Izuku’s bed, “Come here and bend yourself over my knees.”
Izuku moved over and did just that, unable to resist his commands.
“Even after I release my hold on you, do not cum until I give you permission,” Hitoshi said, a smile clear in his voice.
As soon as the command registered in Izuku’s mind, he felt a hard slap on his bare ass that jolted him forward and out of the Hitoshi’s control.
“You should know better,” Hitoshi said, landing another slap on Izuku’s ass, watching appreciatively as it jiggled from the impact.
Izuku let out a moan; half in pain, half in pleasure. “Toshi, Please,” He begged.
That earned him another hard slap on his ass, the force of the slap making his hard cock rub against Histoshi’s thighs.
“Who are you begging?” Hitoshi asked, landing yet another slap. Izuku’s cheeks were rapidly becoming red.
“Daddy, please!” Izuku moaned out, as the pieces finally clicked.
Instead of another slap to his (frankly amazing) ass, that earned Izuku a gentle rub to soothe the redness and pain. Izuku moaned and pushed himself into the touch.
“See, you can be a good boy for me when you want to,” Hitoshi said, smiling down at the shiver that ran through Izuku’s body. “Do you want a reward for being such a good boy for me?”
Izuku looked back at him, his eyes hazy with lust and unshed tears already, “Yes please, Daddy.”
Hitoshi smiled down at him, “Get on your knees then, and have your treat.”
Izuku scrambled down to the floor and was between Hitoshi’s knees in moments. His cock was laying against his thigh, long and thick, the tip moist with precum. Izuku gave a few small licks to his tip, tasting him. He was delicious. He took Hitoshi’s tip into his mouth, slowly licking around his head. Hitoshi let out a strangled sound as he was slowly enveloped by Izuku’s skilled mouth.
Izuku worked his way down Hitoshi’s shaft, taking him down inch by inch, bobbing his head. He fell into a rhythm, loving the feeling of his heavy cock on his tongue, the taste of his musk filling his mouth. Hitoshi was breathing heavily, letting out muttered curses as Izuku continued down his shaft. He felt his cock twitch traitorously as he hit the back of Izuku’s throat and he gagged.
Hitoshi looked down at Izuku and he could’ve cum just from the sight. His eyes were glassy and tears had streaked down his cheeks. His lips were stretched around his cock, and he was covered in spit and precum. Despite all of this, Izuku was desperately sucking on his cock, his eyes full of bliss as he tried to take more of him down his throat. He was a mess. He had made him a mess.
“Izuku,” Hitoshi said to him.
Izuku pulled off and looked up with his doe eyes, “Yes, Daddy?”
Hitoshi’s quirk pulled him down again as he told him, “Stretch yourself for me.”
Izuku’s body immediately complied, his body moving to give better access to his pink hole. He slicked his fingers with lube that Hitoshi gently set next to him and began to slowly open himself. His body was moving on its own and it was so slow. He would already be three fingers deep into himself at this point if he was alone, but Hitoshi’s quirk seemed to force him to stretch himself slowly to avoid the burn from breaking his control.
Hitoshi watched Izuku begin to stretch himself open on the floor in front of him, his eyes vacant but his body flushed. He idly stroked his cock, watching Izuku’s red, weeping cock twitch as he did.
Eventually Izuku had made it to three fingers, and was scissoring them inside himself, not able to quite reach that perfect spot within himself. Hitoshi couldn’t wait any longer.
“Izuku, stop fingering yourself, stand up and bend over,” Hitoshi said, his patience fraying.
Izuku’s body immediately complied, and in a moment he felt the head of Hitoshi’s cock poke at his twitching hole.
“Such a good slut for Daddy’s cock,” Hitoshi muttered, looking at Izuku’s hole as it twitched.
Izuku only had a moment after that before Hitoshi thrust in, seating himself fully into Izuku’s hole. Hitoshi let out a long moan as he did, Izuku’s tight heat enveloping him fully. He was soft and warm and so tight despite being relaxed from his quirk. He sat there, seated fully in Izuku for a moment, admiring where they were connected and allowing Izuku to adjust.
Hitoshi smacked Izuku’s ass harshly, enjoying watching it bounce on his cock when he did, and enjoying the sounds Izuku made the moment he was freed from his control. Izuku immediately clenched down on his cock, and let out a pitiful whine.
“Fuck baby, you are gripping my cock so hard,” Hitoshi muttered, grinding it in further into Izuku.
“P-please,” Izuku whined, grinding back on Hitoshi.
“Please what, baby? Use your words,” Hitoshi smiled down at him.
“P-please f-fuck me, Daddy,” Izuku begged, his voice breaking, “I need you.”
Hitoshi smiled down at him, who was he to deny him?
Hitoshi drew out slowly, Izuku whining the entire way, before he thrust back in hard. He set a brutal pace, quickly picking up speed. He fucked into Izuku from behind, the sound of skin slapping skin became loud as he drove into the smaller man. Izuku was making the most lewd and pathetic noises, punched out moans as Hitoshi thrust deep into his waiting hole.
Izuku was only being held up by Hitoshi’s grip on his hip and his hair, delirious from the extended teasing and desire building in him. He was rock hard, and had been for this entire time, and was desperate to cum. He couldn’t though, as much as he wanted, and as amazing as Hitoshi felt in him, he was at his mercy.
Hitoshi could feel his orgasm building in his gut, he knew he wouldn’t last long after how Izuku had been devouring his cock earlier. He thrust experimentally in a few different angles before he felt Izuku clench harder around him and let out even more whorish moans.
“There it is,” he muttered, as he angled all of his thrusts to abuse that spot deep within Izuku.
Izuku felt like he was going to drown in the pleasure that was assaulting him from every angle. Hitoshi’s grip on his hip and hair were burning, his thrusts hitting his prostate repeatedly and perfectly, and the praise he muttered into his ears making him a mess. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum.
“D-daddy,” Izuku gasped out between moans, “Please, Daddy.”
“What- is it- baby?” Hitoshi asked, each word punctuated with a thrust into his prostate.
“Please let me cum,” Izuku begged, he couldn’t see, his eyes dripping tears at the overstimulation and arousal.
Hitoshi let out a dark laugh and sped up, hitting his prostate relentlessly.
“Okay, baby,” He said, pulling his head up further by his hair to whisper in his ear, “Cum for me.”
Izuku’s entire body tensed and stretched as his orgasm that had been building this entire time washed over him. He clenched down hard on Hitoshi’s cock and screamed out his release. His cock painted the floor in front of him, a puddle forming beneath him as Hitoshi fucked him through it. His vision whited out and he was nothing except the pulsing, burning pleasure of release.
Hitoshi groaned as Izuku came, fucking him through it and finally emptying himself in him. He felt his orgasm wrack through his body as he thrust brutally a few more times into his friend. He felt exhausted and dazed, his teeth tingled from the strength of the orgasm that had overtaken him.
Izuku was a boneless mess, limp in his arms, still seated on his cock. Hitoshi smiled at his friend, and ground into him a few more times, earning moans of protest.
He pulled out of Izuku, and watched as his hole clenched around nothing and slowly dripped his cum.
“What do you say, Izuku?” Hitoshi asked him, as he massaged his scalp.
“Thank you, Daddy.”