Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/13841187. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia Relationship: Mineta_Minoru/Shinsou_Hitoshi Character: Mineta_Minoru, Shinsou_Hitoshi Additional Tags: Canon_Compliant, Dubious_Consent, Crossdressing, sexual_favors, Blow Jobs, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Dirty_Talk, Rare_Pairings, Implied/ Referenced_Blackmail, One-Sided_Aizawa_Shouta/Shinsou_HItoshi, Masturbation, Coercion Series: Part 9 of Funky_Writes_Rare-Pairs Collections: My_Kink_Academia Stats: Published: 2018-03-01 Completed: 2018-03-08 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 4072 ****** For a Place ****** by Funky_Hanji_(Temari) Summary - «Hey, Shinsou, what're you willing to do for a spot in 1-A?» - Notes For the BNHA kinkmeme~ I've never written these two characters. I don't ship them together AT ALL. But what's a kink meme for if not for challenging oneself?? See the end of the work for more notes ***** Chapter 1 ***** He was sick of being constantly sidelined. So what if his reasons to be a hero weren't as pure and self-sacrificing as some of his classmates'? So what if his quirk wasn't very flashy? So what if he didn't have the same physical prowess? He'd still managed to get in U.A.'s hero course, so why was he constantly looked down on? Sure, he might be a little too obsessed with boobs and butts, but if anything, it was his other male classmates who denied themselves! They were teenagers—of course they'd stare at a nice pair of tits in tight jackets or skin-tight costumes! Minoru was just about done. But he wasn't going to just go away; if he was going to give up becoming a hero, free up a place for some other crazy asshole, he wanted to choose who to do that favor to. For a price, of course. Lucky for him, Minoru knew just the guy. Shinsou Hitoshi. The purple-haired Gen Ed. student who'd made a dramatic statement about moving up the department ladder, only to stupidly lose against Midoriya. Minoru had seen the dude around Aizawa sometimes; he didn't know what 1-A's homeroom teacher might want with Shinsou—did the man take him under his wing, training him to catch up with the hero course? Did he lend the student to the police or whatever for investigations? … Or was something prohibited going on during those one-on-one sessions?—, but if Minoru could get a favor in return for forfeiting his place, it was worth a try. «Hey, Shinsou, what're you willing to do for a spot in 1-A?»   ===============================================================================     It was after school hours, the classrooms where empty. The only exception was class 1-A. Minoru was sitting at his desk, the chair flipped around so his back was facing the blackboard. In front of him was Shinsou Hitoshi. «You actually put it on,» he said, impressed. If he had to be honest, he hadn't thought Shinsou would've showed up, much less that he would have wearing the girl school uniform Minoru had half-jokingly asked him to put on. He racked his eyes along the other student's figure—he was lean, but no more than people like Kaminari; the skirt showed off surprisingly hairless legs—and hummed, pacified. «Not bad.» Shinsou made to reply, but Minoru interrupted him. «No no, we agreed you were gonna keep quiet: I know how your quirk works, dude.» The other's teeth clacked shut but he still leveled a glare his way. Minoru shrugged, that look had nothing on Bakugou's death glares. He shifted on his chair, his interwoven fingers unclasping from where they'd been resting in his lap. He reached for his belt, undoing it, before zipping down his uniform slacks and pushing down both those and his underwear. His half-hard dick free of its confines. Shinsou's eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowing. «Wha—» «I said no talking.» Minoru cut him off. «You didn't really think I'd give up my place here just to see you in a skirt?» He cupped his balls with a hand, grinning. «Nope! You're gonna do whatever I ask you to do. So now, Shinsou, you'll suck me off.» The purple-haired student stared at him in disbelief, his hands fisted at his sides, almost expecting Minoru to snort and tell him he'd been joking. Shinsou's face went red when he realized the request was a serious one. «How bad do you want the hero course?» Minoru asked, challenged really. The other visibly swallowed and exhaled a shaky breath; his lips pursed. Then he was crossing the distance between them and slowly kneeling on the cold tiles. Minoru cursed under his breath at the first puff of hot air meeting his cock, at the first brush of Shinsou's tongue peeking out of his mouth to hesitantly touch it. Blood rushed south at the sensation. «Oh shit, yes,» Minoru whispered. He closed his eyes as the other student licked a strip up his swelling length, a shudder running up his spine when that tongue swirled his head, sneaking under his foreskin, poking at the slit. Warmth suddenly encased the tip of his dick, his hips bucking upward to chase the feeling, a moan tore from Minoru's throat. «Fuuuck, that's amazi— ngh!» His hands flew to grip wild purple hair, tugging Shinsou down to take more of him; the Gen Ed. student grumbled around the length in his mouth, but Minoru ignored him, thrusting into the wet heat as best he could. Shinsou's tongue was coiling along his cock, alternating licks and sucks, loudly breathing through his nose. «God! Is this— ggh!— what a pussy feels like?» Minoru gasped, firmly keeping his eyes shut: he didn't want to look down and see a dude kneeling between his legs, for fuck's sake. «Fuck, you're— shiiit!— good at this! Bet you're used to— aah!— sucking cock!» Shinsou made some sort of protesting sound, probably trying to deny his accusations, but the muffled vibrations on Minoru's throbbing dick only made the shorter boy tighten his hold on purple hair; his hips snapped up, uncaring of the other's safety as he was too close to orgasm. His movements stuttered, his balls drawing up as he emptied himself inside Shinsou's mouth with a groan. Shinsou ripped himself off of him, panting and coughing, spitting out the whitish substance. Minoru opened his eyes, staring down on his fellow student and taking notice of his red face and damp eyes, tear tracks drying along his cheeks, and globs of cum stuck to his chin. He inwardly sighed; it was a look that would've been so much hotter on a girl. Minoru jumped down from the chair, tugging his pants back up, and circled around Shinsou while he was distracted. He took off two balls from his hair; attaching them to either of Shinsou's wrists, he quickly took a hold of them, bending them behind the student's back and linking the arms together. «I bet,» he said, pushing Shinsou into the chair he'd vacated. «You swallow all of Aizawa's spunk, eh? That's what you do all the time with him, right?» Shinsou turned his head to glare at him. «Fuck you,» he ground out through gritted teeth. Minoru laughed. «That's not a denial, dude,» he mocked. «And keep your mouth shut, or you want one of these-» he took off another sticky ball from his hair- «between your teeth?» A beat of silence passed. «Good.» Minoru pulled Shinsou up to kneel with his back to him. «Now let's see if you put on everything I told you to.» Standing behind the other, Minoru un-tucked the white button-up shirt from the skirt and slipped his hands under it; he felt up the body against his. Fingers pawing at abs, he hummed, pleased that they weren't the steel-like kind he saw all the time in the locker rooms; it was easier to pretend he was touching a girl. He gripped the sides, making his way up, and groaning when he reached an elastic band—this thirsty asshole did it, Minoru thought, his dick twitching in interest—; hands veering toward the front, he sneaked them beneath the cups and groped the tits under his palms, squeezing and fondling them; he pinched the nipples between thumb and forefinger, teasing them, digging nails in them, tugging on them until they puffed up and Shinsou was squirming under him, biting his lips to stop any sound from escaping him. «Yeah, you like this, uh?» he sneered, scraping his nails over sensitive nubs while he rocked his groin into the other's back. Shinsou's breath caught, no doubt knowing that it was Minoru's cock nudging him. «But you like being fucked even more, am I right? That's the only way you can buy your spot in this department— wiggling your ass in Aizawa's direction.» He abandoned Shinsou's chest to shove his hands up the skirt, which barely reached past the other's ass; he caressed the toned inner thighs and fondled the bony, lace-covered cheeks. He inched his way toward the middle, rubbing his thumb on top of the panties and over Shinsou's hole. The purple-haired student gasped, shivering. Minoru smirked. «Who knew you were such a whore, huh?» he said, reaching for his slacks' back pocket and retrieving a packet of lube; he ripped it open and poured in on his right hand. «You should just become the hero course's fuck-hole, maybe that way they'd let you join.» Minoru racked up the skirt, exposing Shinsou's panties-clad ass. He pushed the piece of clothing to the side and sticked a finger inside the puckered hole unceremoniously; Shinsou grunted, head tucked into his chest. Minoru moved his finger around inside, not really sure what he was doing—he'd only ever watched porn with girls after all—until he hit a spot that made Shinsou jump and downright moan. «F-fuck…! There!» Eyebrows raising, Minoru followed the demand, ignoring how the other had broken their agreed-upon rule for now. He searched for the same place, feeling a knob of something firmer under his finger; he pressed into it, twice, thrice, Shinsou's body twitching as he kept gasping and thrashing. It was a more arousing sight that Minoru would've thought, and his cock seemed to agree as it was tenting his pants. «F-finger— ah!— another one…!» Minoru added a second finger, instinctively scissoring them, trying to loosen up the walls spasming around the digits. He worked a third finger inside and repeated the process; it was still tight, but it'd be enough for his dick to fit—at least that's what he gathered from Shinsou's moans and calls of «it's fine, it's fine!», «fuck just— nnh!» and «hurry up and stick it in, fuck!». He almost worried at that last one sentence, momentarily fearing Shinsou had activated his quirk. He hadn't. Minoru laughed. «Shit, you're so fucking thirsty you let that chance slip by,» he said. «You're that hungry for cock, uh?» Minoru pulled a condom from his other back pocket and fumbled to put it on; no way in hell he was sticking his dick into a guy's asshole raw. He smeared what was left of the lube over his straining dick, he lined it up to Shinsou's wet, clenching hole and thrust in slowly. «Oh fuuuck— fuckfuck!» he groaned. He bottomed out and stilled. Shinsou sighed and shivered. Suddenly, a laugh bubbled up Minoru's throat as he looked down where his cock was buried inside a person: he was the first of his classmates to lose his virginity. Not the 'pretty boys', not Kirishima or Kaminari, not Todoroki or Ojiro. Him, the overlooked Mineta Minoru. «Haha ha ha…!» Still chuckling, Minoru pulled backward before slamming back in. He set a fast pace, certain he wasn't going to last long anyway; he pounded Shinsou's hole, in time with the other's sobs, his ass meeting him halfway. «Such a nice— ngh!— pussy you have! You love— shiiit!— to have a cock ram into it uh?» he taunted.  «Clenching so good!» Shinsou only answered with moans and keens and mewls. «Do your— fuck— classmates know you're a— I'm close, ggh!— slut who'd bend over to anyone— ohshit! Like that— for a seat in this class? I'm—» Gripping Shinsou's hips, Minoru thrust into the other's hole one last time, cumming harder than before, panting and sweating. Shinsou was clenching around his softening dick, shaking and short of breath. Minoru pulled out once his breathing calmed down, taking off the used condom and rearranging his clothes. He picked up his school bag and tuned to make his way to the door. «I'll talk to Aizawa tomorrow,» he said, his eyes glancing back to Shinsou, still kneeling on the floor with his hands stuck behind his back and an obvious erection tenting up the skirt. «Might take a while for the balls to come off, sorry.» ***** Chapter Two ***** Chapter Summary - Hitoshi had gotten impatient. - Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes Hitoshi heard the classroom's door slide closed. «Fuck.» He let his forehead thunk on the chair, once, twice. «Fuck...» He bit his lips, trying to regulate his breathing around what felt like the beginnings of a panic attack; he squeezed his eyes shut, a burning sensation rapidly building behind his lids and his throat, spreading down to his lungs, constricting uncomfortably with each breath he took. His body trembled for reasons which had nothing to do with the clothes he was wearing, or the temperature of the room. He felt… ridiculed, mocked for his dream and his determination to achieve it despite the odds against him. He felt used. His ass ached and on his tongue he could still taste Mineta's— «Fuck…!» It didn't matter how strenuously he tried to stop them, twin droplets of tears slipped his control and soon he was curling in on himself as best he could with his arms bent backward, crying in earnest. «Fuck! Fuck!» He'd been so stupid. So desperate. He'd been talking with Aizawa-sensei these past couple of months since the Sport Festival, convincing the man to train him whenever the hero could find some time or to at least give him some pointers, so that if Hitoshi ever managed to move into the hero course, he wouldn't have been too behind; everything had been going okay. He'd never thought about cheating in any way, but then, Mineta Minoru had showed up. He'd told him he was considering changing departments, he'd told him that way a spot in the prestigious 1-A would open… he'd told Hitoshi he was willing to put in a good word to his homeroom teacher to give his place to Hitoshi—for a small price. He'd refused at first, because he wanted to earn his right to stand next to the other wannabe-heroes with his own merits, his own hard work. Days had went by, yet the shorter student's proposition had continued to circle in his head; plaguing every lull in his thoughts during boring lectures, popping up every time he spotted someone from 1-A or 1-B in the shared cafeteria, whispering traitorously whenever he found himself with labored breathing and his back on the mats of the training gym with Aizawa-sensei. Hitoshi had gotten impatient. A week had went by before he'd finally caved. He'd left a note in Mineta's shoe locker that morning, asking only "when and where" before proceeding to zone out during all his classes until lunch-time; when the bell rang, he'd trudged down to the entrance—fighting his legs against the instinct to just run for it—and checked his own locker for an answer, upon finding none he'd stalked to Mineta's and there he'd found a bag with a note taped to it: "class 1-A one hour after the last bell. Wear this and be ready to do what I ask you." it'd said. Shinsou had snatched the bag and hurried to the nearest restroom, locking himself in a stall and sitting on the closed toilet seat. Inside the bag was a complete set of the U.A.'s girls uniform, down to a pair of standard-issued knee high black socks, and a matching pair of lacy red bra and panties. He'd stared at the items with growing horror, goose-flesh breaking out on his arms as he realized what a mistake he'd made in accepting Mineta's help. He'd resolved to ignore the request and pretend it'd never happened. Except by the time he was sitting through his last lesson of the day, panic had begun to seep into his gut—what if the other student, after being stood up, decided to tattle the whole deal to Aizawa-sensei? Any chance to join the hero course would've gone up in smoke, all his perseverance, his hard work, wasted. He'd worn that fucking uniform—yes, even the damn lingerie—and he'd showed up at Mineta's class. He'd gotten on his knees and he'd let the shorter boy push him down on his dick. He'd let Mineta grope him and throw degrading remarks at him. He'd let him fuck him. For a chance. Now Hitoshi was here; sitting on the cold floor of the class he so dearly wanted to join, decked in a school girl uniform, with his hands stuck behind his back and waiting for Mineta's quirk to lose its effect, and still painfully hard in his panties despite everything—because he'd let himself indulge in the fantasy of it having been Aizawa-sensei, thrusting into him, instead of his fellow student. He hated himself. «… Shit…» he whispered, tears still running sluggishly down his heated face. His cock throbbed between his legs, and soon the sole thing in Hitoshi's mind was to just get off before someone came to double-check for straggles left behind after school hours. The possibility of being found out by 1-A's homeroom teacher made him buck his hips forward into nothing, moaning through worn-out sobs and wishing for some sort of friction to relieve the pressure, to no avail. It took another hour before Hitoshi felt his bindings give way. It took three minutes before the pins and needles disappeared from his hands. It took a second for him to shove the front of the lacy panties he wore down past his heavy balls. Finally, it took Hitoshi two pathetic, short minutes of frantic and wild tugs at his stiff dick, Aizawa-sensei's actual name as well as his Hero one falling from his trembling lips in hankering whimpers, before he cummed harshly over his hand and clothes and floor. Hitoshi hated himself even more. ===============================================================================   For the next couple of weeks, Hitoshi walked on eggshells. He tried to forget what had happened in that classroom, tried to forget ever agreeing to that deal with Mineta Minoru. He arrived to a point in which he told himself he'd be fine, if it turned out the shorter boy had pulled a massive joke on him and he actually never had any intention on leaving the hero course—so long as the other came out and told him. Paranoia was beginning to eat at Hitoshi. Walking the hallways at U.A. he felt claustrophobic, like the walls were slowly closing in on him; he had the impression he was being watched from a distance, yet whenever he searched for the source, he was always met with nothing out of the ordinary. Each time a teacher, no matter which department they belonged to, strolled past him, Hitoshi unconsciously tensed, waiting for them to round on him and point a finger at his chest with a menacing «I know what you did», before he was dragged to the principal and promptly expelled. He could barely concentrate on preparing his end of term exams. Even the refuge of home, of his own bedroom, didn't soothe him. He was more tired than usual, yet his constant worry kept him from even getting those four hours of sleep a night he normally could get. When he did sleep, on the other hand, memories of Mineta—grabbing his hair and pushing him down onto his crotch, of short, graceless fingers shoved inside him—continued to pop up, plaguing his dreams. The most humiliating thing was the number of times he woke up with an erection after one of those nightmares. The bile rising in his throat looking down at his tented pants. Even worse was the hot burn of mortification simmering in his stomach whenever he gave into the urge to touch himself; stroking his cock in tortuously slow pumps as he shoved two slicked fingers in his ass and bit his lips around moans of Aizawa-sensei's name. Two weeks went by and before he realized, summer vacation was around the corner with no news of a vacant spot in 1-A spreading among the student body. The last day of school, right after the final exam, Hitoshi was called to the hero course teachers' office. Aizawa-sensei informed him he'd been chosen to move into his class to take up the now-free place in 1-A. «W-what happened?» Hitoshi asked after a full minute of silence. His heart was beating madly in his chest as he pretended to be surprised and, coming in his aid, was the part of him who'd actually believed Mineta had lied to him. He stood in front of Aizawa-sensei, enduring his impassive gaze, which felt like it was piercing Hitoshi—he thanked whoever was looking over him for the fact that the situation was too tense for his body to react in a massively inappropriate way—, trying to decipher if the teacher knew. If he was waiting for Hitoshi to crack before telling him the truth; tell Hitoshi his behavior was unbecoming of a hero and thus he didn't deserve this chance, that he was expected to leave U.A. and not come back at the start of the new semester. Hitoshi stood there, quivering in his clothes, fearing Aizawa-sensei would tell him he'd disappointed him. Aizawa-sensei sighed. «One of my students, Mineta Minoru, resigned,» he said, shaking his head. «He submitted the paperwork last week, but we decided to wait to announce it. It would've been useless to move you before now, with the exams and the summer vacations so close.» He reached for a folder on his desk, offering it to Hitoshi wordlessly. «You'll be in 1-A starting September, you'd better be ready.» His knees almost gave out from under him, relief washing over him. Cold sweat sticking his shirt to his chest forgotten, Hitoshi could hardly contain a smile. «I will be! Thank you so much, Aizawa-sensei!» The man waved off his gratitude with a «whatever, now get going kid» before going back to minding his own business, effectively dismissing Hitoshi; he bowed and exited the office. He was supposed to go back to his class as soon as his meeting was done with, but he thought it wouldn't hurt to delay his return a little, given how there were no lessons planned for the last day of school anyway. He took the opportunity to make a detour, the bubbly feeling in his chest at the news of his dream about to become reality making him almost skip in his steps. It wasn't until he turned the corner into the first years' hallway, that Hitoshi froze in his tracks, realizing something he'd shockingly not taken into account before then: the thing with Mineta Minoru had happened in 1-A's classroom. In that moment, it dawned on him how the other student must have done it on purpose. Payback—so he'd never forget what he'd done to fulfill his wish. Hitoshi was going to have to sit in a desk in there, surrounded by the infamous troublemakers of 1-A, and keep his sin a secret. Forever. ===============================================================================   =============================================================================== He'd thought so, anyway. What Hitoshi had not been expecting—moving into Height Allegiance's dormitories with the rest 1-A, after a chaotic summer featuring kidnapped students during the annual training camp and an epic fight in the middle of Kamino ward, ending with All Might's retirement—was the constant staring from everyone in the class for the next week. There was tension in the air, whenever he lingered in the common area, during lunch; even in the classroom. Tension so thick it was difficult to breathe. At first Hitoshi thought it was obvious: he'd taken a classmate's place rather abruptly, and after such a stressful experience… all of 1-A needed some time to adjust. It wasn't until he came back from an extra session of training with Aizawa- sensei, one late night, that he understood. The piece of paper taped to his door showed an excerpt of a chat between different people, one of them being Mineta Minoru, spilling the whole truth about his withdrawal from the hero course and his encounter with Hitoshi. He felt his face drain of all color the more he read. The vulgar language, the degrading terms, the lies and inflated truth—all of it made his stomach lurch, bile rising in his throat. Everything was made a hundred times worse by the still images taken from a video posted in the chat: Hitoshi being held down over Mineta's dick and, a little further down, Hitoshi crying out as Mineta pushed into him. Panic gripping him in a vice, Hitoshi snatched the paper from the door and closed himself in his room, curling against the wooden frame, paler than normal and shaking. On the bottom of the incriminating page, was a sentence scribbled in red marker: 'We know'. Chapter End Notes Under the fear of blackmail, Shinsou says nothing as he proceeds to become what Mineta had suggested: 1-A's fuck-hole. End Notes If you care, you can find me either here (funkyhanji) or here (littlehermitscave). :3 I also have a Curious Cat account now, so imu @(pieckall4s)! Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!