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You were always aware that physical touch wasn’t Shinsou’s preferred way of expressing love. It was something you learned early on in your relationship- the way he would stiffen slightly when someone hugged him unexpectedly or how he never seemed to be the one to initiate contact. You respected that, of course, and because of it, you always tried to hold back.

It wasn’t easy for you. Physical touch was your love language, and there were times when all you wanted was to wrap your arms around him, bury your face into his chest, and hold him close. But you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, so you refrained from doing so as much as you could.

Yet, despite everything, Shinsou always found a way to reach out to you. It started small- a brush of his fingers against yours, the way his hand would rest on the small of your back when you walked together, or how his knee would press against yours when you sat next to each other. They were subtle gestures, but they meant the world to you because they showed you that he was trying.

One evening, you were curled up on the couch, lost in the pages of a book, when you felt the cushions dip beside you. You glanced up to see Shinsou settling in next to you, his eyes soft with an unreadable emotion. He didn't say anything, but his hand found yours, and he gently pulled you closer until you were leaning against his side.

You hesitated for a moment, searching his face for any sign of discomfort, but all you saw was a quiet acceptance. Slowly, you shifted so that your head rested on his shoulder, your body relaxing against his. Shinsou let out a quiet sigh, his hand moving up to brush a few strands of hair from your face.

"I know you like this," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "And... I do too."

Your heart swelled at his words, the warmth of his touch grounding you in the moment. It was rare for Shinsou to be so openly affectionate, but when he was, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. You shifted slightly, your arms wrapping around his waist as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.

"I'm glad," you whispered, your voice muffled against his skin. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"You never do," Shinsou replied, his hand finding its way to the small of your back, holding you just a little closer. "It’s just... new for me. But I want to be better at this- for you."

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, and you pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone in gratitude. It wasn't just that he was willing to step out of his comfort zone for you- it was the fact that he found comfort in your touch, in your presence.

In the silence that followed, you let yourself relax completely, feeling the steady rise and fall of Shinsou’s chest beneath you. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile at the tenderness of his actions.

You knew he wasn’t naturally inclined to be this physically affectionate, but that made his efforts all the more meaningful. And as you lay there in his arms, you realized that this was more than enough. Shinsou might not have been the most touchy person, but he was yours, and he was trying- trying because he loved you.

And that was more than enough.

a/n shinsou has my heart<3

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contents ౨ৎ ⋆ h. shinsou x fem reader. 5k words — fluff. cursing. comforting insecurities. friends to secret lovers.

⭑ shenanigans with your not-so-secret boyfriend ft. sleepovers with eri, a cat eating pizza on you at 3am, your classmates being nosy, and an aquarium date.

note: your quirk is forensic sight! so ur gc name is the way it is bc ur eyes lol get it

You choke back a laugh as a very focused Eri puts yet another sticker on Hitoshi’s face. 

Snacks and pillows are strewn around the inside of the blanket fort the three of you finished building moments before. Stiller than a rock, your calm best friend sits there cross-legged so that Eri can give him a makeover of unicorns, stars, and rainbows. 

“Do you think he looks pretty yet?” Eri tilts her head at you.

“Like a real-life princess.” You giggle. “Good job, Eri!” 

“Yay!” She happily high fives the hand you hold up for her. “Do you feel pretty yet, Hito-nii?”

“I feel so bonita.” Hitoshi deadpans, sending you two into another fit of giggles.

“You were pretty already, Toshi,” you coo, rubbing a thumb over the sticker of a cat making sushi on his cheekbone. Mr. Aizawa must have bought that one for her.

Hitoshi pretends to shyly gaze at you from under his long lashes. “Aw, really?”

His lips curve into a lazy smile, and a heat that you’re all too familiar with rises up your neck, you turn away–a little too quickly, to Hitoshi’s amusement.

“Nevermind you’re ugly.”

He laughs and the heat creeps up to your cheeks.

Such a simple sound, yet that soft, husky voice of his always manages to make your insides a mushy mess, even when you had painfully tripped over his cat, Celery, when he transferred and first moved into the dorms with your class.

The normally stoic, reserved purple-haired boy had doubled over with an uncontrollable wheeze, supporting himself on the sofa as your groaning self was sprawled across the floor. 

God, they were lucky they were both cute.

Yet, you couldn’t help but smile as he reached a hand out to help you up, the other still covering his mouth. 

That was the first time you made him laugh, and now, you’ve heard it so many times that you could finally stop counting on both your hands’ fingers but you still wanted more.

“Want me to paint your nails, Eri?” You ask, scooting over to your bedroom’s drawer. 

You open it, your own light blue nails painted a color that reminds you of the sea against the pastel pink of the treasure box you take out. It had a heart-shaped diamond on the latch. 

The heavy box was filled with a collection of nail polish the girls in your class usually used for their sleepovers as well, and new bottles, mostly varying shades of apple red, started mysteriously appearing the day after Eri said she had never gotten painted her nails before. 

“Yes!” Eri’s eyes sparkle. “Can I please have matchy nails with Hito-nii?”

“Of course, sweetie.” You smile. She was adorable. 

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “You sure you want yours black this time, Eri?”

“Yes!” She huffs stubbornly. “Like dad’s clothes and those things under your eyes!”

“Hey!” He protests. She shares a mischievous look with you and you both giggle, catching the pillow Hitoshi gently throws at you. 

“Oreo wouldn’t treat me like this.” Hitoshi reaches out to ruffle Eri’s hair and she squeals in protest, batting his hand away. 

Eri holds up the oversized panda plushie he was talking about. It was comically bigger than her, and you had to bite back a laugh.

The moment you two spotted it in the claw machine outside Shinsou’s favorite cat cafe near campus, you knew you had to win it to add to her ever growing collection of stuffed animals.

With a grin, you remember the huge sigh of relief Shinsou let out when it finally fell into the chute.

“Duh he wouldn’t ‘cause you’re his twin!”

Hitoshi mock gasps. “Take that back.” And tickles her neck, barely dodging as you throw the pillow he threw earlier back at him. 

“Woah!”

Except much, much harder.

“Don’t worry Eri, I'll protect you!” You grab another nearby pillow and throw it at him, which he easily catches in mid-air with one hand like it was a frisbee.

“Aw.” You pout. Mr. Aizawa was training him a little too good now.

Eri pats your arm to console you. “It’s okay I appre-shee—apree-shee—“

“Appreciate?” You offer, and her face brightens as she nods.

“Appree-shee-ate. You. For trying.” She finishes shyly.

“Aw, thank you Eri. I appreciate you too.” 

Hitoshi’s eyes soften at the sight of you two. 

“What about me?”

You scowl. “You can go duck yourself, Toshi.”

“Love you too.”

Eri suddenly gasps. 

“Dad says that to Uncle Zashi too!”

Despite already knowing the answer, Hitoshi and you turn to look at her suspiciously.

“…Which one?”

As if he knows you’re talking about him, Aizawa yells down the hallway.

“Eri, brats, pizza’s here!”

───────── 

“Can I have another hug?” Hitoshi asks coyly after class one day. 

The bell had just rung, and you roll your eyes at his leaning form on the wall of the almost empty hallway. 

Everyone was leaving for lunch.

Except you two, but that was Hitoshi’s fault.

“I just gave you one!”

“Oh no.” He places a dramatic palm to his forehead. “I think I’m going to pass out because of someone if I don’t get a hug in the next five seconds.”

“Greedy ass.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

He hides a grin, shuffling closer to close the gap between your bodies. 

Hitoshi smells like fresh linen with hints of sunshine, probably from his daily bike ride he took around campus before class started, and the coffee he brewed this morning. 

A sense of comfort settles into your bones as the familiar scent envelopes you, and you breathe it in. 

He softly tucks your head under his chin as you nuzzle your face deeper into his chest, your headache from taking the quiz in Ectoplasm’s class earlier now long gone.

“Did you know that when cats see that it's raining outside a window, they go to another window in the same room to check if it's still raining outside?” Hitoshi randomly whispers.

“I did not know that.” You giggle. His lips feel ticklish on your hair. “Does Celery do that too?”

“All the time.” Hitoshi grins. “I have a video from yesterday’s storm, I’ll show you in the cafeteria.”

“Ooh okay!”

He straightens, and takes your hand, your fingers easily lacing through his as you both start to head in the direction of the dining hall. 

When you trip over nothing, he snorts, already expecting it, and catches your waist before you take a fall that will be difficult for your ego and your knees to recover from.

“Careful,” he says as you clutch onto his school uniform in relief, and you swear that already deep, smooth voice of his drops an octave on purpose, almost sending you to the ground again.

Hitoshi’s thumb is still tracing small circles on the back of your hand as the both of you join the line for the traditional school lunch. You could try a different cuisine tomorrow. On today’s menu was miso seaweed soup with a side of grilled fish and a milk bread roll along with, of course, rice.

You feel a vibration on the side of your leg, and for the umpteenth time this school year you thank UA for adding pockets to the school uniform’s skirts as you slip your phone out. The jellyfish charm Hitoshi got for your birthday last year dangles from your case.

Surprise, surprise, it’s the class group chat.

-forklift uncertified -

it’s barbie bitch 

guysss guess what i sawwww

invisi-girl 

IS IT TODOROKI IN A PINK TUTU

pikachew

girl what 

invisi-girl 

u guys don’t get the vision

i saw it in a dream last night

the rock 

nah i get it dude

that would be so manly

ice spice 

I would not be completely opposed to the idea

invisi-girl 

SEE

it’s barbie bitch 

it’s even better >_<

it’s barbie bitch 

hitoshituckingyourhair

behindearwithasoftsmile.png

mochi cheeks

OHMYGOD!?1?2?2

SOCUTEEEEETES

airpods with wires

i saw that

airpods with wires 

can yall not flirt before lunch 

next time i’m gonna throw 

up before i get to eat

sue you 

AWWWW OUR LITTLE BABYS ALL GROWN UP

forensic balls [you]

FUCK U GUYS IM 17

yaomomo

exactly

a Baby :)

forensic balls [you]

yaoyao ur supposed

to be on my side </3

yaomomo 

sorry my love i cannot 

deny the facts </3

pikachew

Nahhh only shinsou can call her that guys ;))))

airpods with wires

wah wah wah

forensic balls [you]

one more word and i’m gonna change the gc name to fornite jiggle physics 

sue you

NO

yaomomo

No thank you

my chemical romance

what a mad banquet of darkness

it’s barbie bitch

babe look me in the

eyes this isn’t like you 

forensic balls [you]

try me. 

pikachew

DO ITTTTTTT

forensic balls [you]

ok just bc u told me to 

i won’t now 

scotch tape 

dayum rip denks

forensic balls [you]

also not my fault u guys 

have early ass birthdays smh

shirt guy

Senior citizen core fr

forensic balls [you]

ily midoriya

shirt guy

ilyt pookie xx 

kazoo-ki

Girl u aint slick

shirt guy

You’re so late omg

pikachew

bro has us on mute

kazoo-ki

shut up dunce face

kazoo-ki

How tf do I change my name

mochi cheeks

LMFAO

wiki-how

Bakugo it is fairly simple. 

wiki-how

First you click on your profile, then your personal settings. 

wiki-how

From there you press “Change Display Name” and you should be able to enter your name of preference. 

kazoo-ki 

K

better than you

Thanks glasses ig

wiki-how

You are very welcome.

kiri the rock

nice one dude!

sue you

wow egotistical much

better than you

You wish yours was as big as mine

pikachew

that’s what he said

it’s barbie bitch

omg it just hit me

it’s barbie bitch

the first person to 

finally get bitches in our class 

it’s barbie bitch

i’m so happy i could cry

pikachew

I GET BITCHES

sue you

yeah over the screen 

we're talking irl

pikachew

leave me and my otome games alone

forensic balls [you]

real 

forensic balls [you]

AND IM NOT DATING HITOSHI

it’s barbie bitch

HITOSHI????????

airpods with wires

first name basis is crazy

forensic balls [you]

fuck i mean *shinsou

scotch tape

y’all smell that

the rock

peeeyew

pikachew

smells like sum bullshiiii

kazoo-ki

Could’ve fooled me

yaomomo

You aren’t??? :(

yaomomo

But I wrote a reminder to wish 

you two happy anniversary and 

even bought tea to celebrate!

forensic balls [you]

….for what date

yaomomo

April 1st :(

forensic balls [you]

………………

airpods with wires  

@ it’s barbie bitch we can see u

across the cafeteria u are BAWLING

eyebags

what the fuck

Hitoshi bites back a laugh as your widened eyes meet his, glancing up from your phone.

“Not dating, huh?” He grins.

You groan and pinch his arm. “I panicked okay! I didn’t know what to tell them.”

“Hmm, do you want me to?”

“I mean, only if you want to.” You shyly play with his fingers. 

“I kind of like us being a secret from them for a little longer. It feels… nice.”

Hitoshi smiles. “I know what you mean.” He wrinkles his nose. “Though they’re so nosy it looks like they figured it out already.”

“Pffft, yeah.” Mina could definitely sniff out a relationship from miles away, no matter how much PDA you tried to sneakily do in empty hallways.

Hitoshi squeezes your hand in reassurance.

“I like it too.” He leans over, and your eyes are forced to meet the dark violet of his.

The side of Hitoshi’s soft-looking lips, courtesy of the strawberry chapstick he stole from you before class this morning, quirk up as he looks down at you with soft eyes, the ones he reserves for you and random cats he sees on the road.

“Chapstick thief,” you mutter.

“Oh, you want it back?” Hitoshi grins. “Kiss it off me then.”

Your cheeks grown warm. “Not here!”

“Good,” He smirks.

“I prefer keeping you all to myself, anyway.”

   ───────── 

“What’s wrong?” 

He’s crouching down so that your eyes have no choice but to meet his from your spot on the bean bag.

He gently pushes the switch in your hands down to your lap and pokes your thigh. You squirm away ticklishly. 

“Tell me.”

“No.” You huff, picking your switch back up. “I just wanna play Stardew, leave me alone.”

“Darling.”

Your face flushes at the pet name, and he smirks. His secret weapon still works without fail. Hitoshi didn’t even need to activate his quirk to have you under his thumb. 

“You’re not going to feel better if you keep it in. Tell me what’s wrong.”

His nails are still pink, you faintly notice, trying to distract yourself from your very attractive, very insistent boyfriend in front of you with his comforting hands placed on your thighs.

You painted his left hand, and Eri painted his right at the last sleepover you had together. She had insisted that he should match nails with her this time, since she matched with him last week.

It was already terrible and impressive that Hitoshi was a people-reader, even worse that he knew what to do to make you fold so easily and open up.

Curse you Hitoshi, you and your disposition for healthy communication.

You should have never recommended that therapist to him.

“I don’t know,” you finally mumble. He tilts his head, showing you that he’s listening. 

“I just feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Deserve what, sweetheart?” He asks. The softness in his voice is unbearable and what you've been bottling up for weeks finally spills out.

“I feel like I don’t deserve it when good things happen to me.”

Hitoshi blinks, then lets out a snort. Which turns into a full blown laugh coming from his chest.

You shove his face away and he falls on his butt, still chuckling. 

“You’re making fun of me!” You say indignantly.

“Sorry, sorry, I just–” He coughs, and takes a breath to recollect himself. 

“You say a lot of dumb shit and I think that's the worst thing I’ve heard you say.”

You pout. “I’m feeling very invalidated right now.” Hitoshi rolls his eyes, and his hands reclaim their spot on your skin, except this time he’s gently cupping your face in his hands. 

He’s not used to comforting people, but you can see that he’s trying.  

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, and you inhale sharply. “You’re kind, you’re intelligent, and I see you try so hard everyday. You always do a good job when you set your sights on something. Why don’t you deserve good things?”

“I don’t know.” Your gaze is numbly pinned to the silver chain around his neck, the one with a little crescent moon on it that he wears everyday, not even taking it off when he goes to sleep. The one you gave to him. 

“That’s okay.”

His thumbs caress your cheeks, and you think you can breathe a little easier. 

“Let's think of it this way,” Hitoshi says, still cupping your cheeks, grounding you. “It’s not about whether you deserve it or not. Do you want it?”

You finally meet his eyes, and answer with a voice shakier than you’d like it to be. 

“I do. I want good things for myself.”

“Atta girl,” Hitoshi says with a proud quirk of his lips. 

You stare at him, your heart suspended in your chest, feeling better but still looking a bit unsure.

Hitoshi notices this from the way you start biting the inside of your cheek, and he leans his forehead against yours. You freeze. 

He smells like fruit, like freshly washed blueberries and those ripe strawberries in the kitchen in the dorm’s fridge. “That’s more than enough. We can work from there.”

There’s still a worried furrow between your eyebrows.

“Come on, sweetheart. We can go to the aquarium you love this weekend.”

He smirks as you perk up at that, drinking up the rare, shy expression suddenly on your face again, and leans down to your ear. 

“You’re so easy,” Hitoshi whispers. 

You grumble, you could hear that stupid grin in his voice.

“Sorry, I can't hear you with your face in my chest.”

You raise your head to glare at him and his heart soars. There was his girl.

God, his smug face was starting to irritate you more and more. "I said that if you were my husband I'd poison your tea!" 

“If you were my wife, I'd drink it."

   ───────── 

-thot pockets -

it's barbie bitch

omg guess who i just saw 

cuddling in front of the tv

it's barbie bitch

youwrappedlikeaburritoinhitoshisarms.png

dating allegation #1 

MINA WTF DELETE THAT

dating allegation #1 

WHY R U STALKING US

[dating allegation #2 saved an image]

dating allegation #1 

BRO WHOS SIDE ARE YOU ON

dating allegation #1 

PURPLE MINION LOOKING BITCH

dating allegation #2

ok forensic penis

dating allegation #2

who changed my user

pikachew

me

cuz u guys are NOT beating 

them :laughcry::laughcry:

ice spice

I am just confused as to why 

you two are sitting on each other 

ice spice

When the rest of the couch 

appears to be unoccupied

ice spice

Perhaps this is a new 

procreation method?

mochi cheeks

TODORKIWHATHAHVDHSHA

pikachew

LMDFAOOOOOOOOO

ice spice

? 

dating allegation #1 

WHATTHEFUKC

the rock

never change bro 

sue you

IACTAULKYLCANT BREATHE HELP

it’s barbie bitch

ME NEITEHHR

dating allegation #2

Whenever my eyebags get darker

dating allegation #2

Just know I blame it on all of you

   ───────── 

“Celery?” You mutter, rubbing your bleary eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Mrow.” The cat continues eating the slice of… pizza? On your chest.

It looks like the one that you and Hitoshi ordered earlier after quizzing each other for Present Mic’s exam.

“I love you so much but I am so confused.”

You reach for your phone to text Hitoshi, your still-asleep hands fumbling a bit on the nightstand.

toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]

us 

you [12 hrs ago]

literally us <3

toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]

want to order takeout and 

watch ouran highschool after

we study for tmrws exam

you [12 hrs ago]

yes please omg

you [now – 03:24]

hey

can u explain why ur daughter

is eating pizza on my boobs

at 3am

toshi [03:30]

whar

?

toshi [03:31]

OHfMGOD

CELERU

Not even five minutes later, he’s knocking on the door to your room. You open it, and the sight of a very sleepy looking Hitoshi greets you. His already unruly bedhead is even messier than usual and you’re pretty sure he’s wearing his shirt backwards. Did he put it on before coming over? 

Wait.

You blink, long and hard, banishing the thoughts of a groggy, very shirtless Hitoshi lying in his bed, with the light of his phone screen illuminating his handsome features as he replies to your text. Those four hours of sleep must finally be hitting you.

Hitoshi sees you blinking, and takes it as a sign you’re still in shock at the pizza monster in your lap.

He gives an awkward pat to your shoulder in reassurance.

“I think this is just how she shows affection.” Hitoshi stares down at Celery fondly.

The way you stroke her fur so softly makes his chest feel warm and tingly.

“Does she eat leftover pizza off your chest at three in the morning?”

“...No.”

“Hah. She said she likes me better. ” You smirk victoriously. “Isn’t that right sweetie?”

The calico cat purrs as you scratch her ears, a bit of tomato sauce under her chin. Hitoshi exaggeratedly puts his hand over his heart at this scene of betrayal.

“Seriously? Celery, I took you off those streets and raised you like I was the one pregnant with you for nine months.”

“Mrow.” She bumps her head against your hand.

“Pfft, give it up Toshi. It’s time for you to hand over the adoption papers.”

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “Or we could just share custody.”

“What?” Your cheeks grow warm. “You want me to be her mom?”

“I mean you kind of already are. Look at her,” he says, eyes softening as he looks at the two of you. 

Celery has her paw on your arm. After eating until her little tummy was full, she was already starting to doze off.

“She takes after me.”

You let out a derisive snort.

“Yeah you looked just like that after our binge marathon today too."

“Not in that way.”

He smirks at your confused reaction.

“Then what do you mean–”

At that moment, Celery decides it’s the perfect time to snuggle into your tank top, smearing what’s left of the pizza on her face all over it.

Hitoshi’s eyes widen. He laughs, covering his mouth.

You’ve never been so glad you chose to wear black to sleep.

   ───────── 

“Trouble child, you’re here.”

“Hi Mr. Aizawa.” You roll your eyes. “When are you going to stop calling me that, it’s getting old.”

“When you stop getting into trouble.”

“Okay, that’s fair.”

“The kid’s almost ready.” He snorts. “About damn time. Been up since six.”

“He has?” Your eyes widen. “For what?”

Your teacher smirks. “Nerves. Isn’t this his, what, tenth time taking you out though?”

A flustered Hitoshi suddenly appears from behind him with a light pink dusting his cheeks and steers Aizawa back to the door. “O-okay dad that’s enough.” 

He’s cutely dressed in a soft-looking grey cardigan over a white shirt and black wide-legged pants. 

This had to be the most boyfriend he’s looked, ever, and he looked very boyfriend all of the time. 

“Hitoshi?” You do a little twirl for him in your own outfit. “Fire or nah?”

He looks up from his phone, where he’s googling the bus route to the aquarium, except his eyes linger. Without skipping a beat, he responds.

 “Fire.”

“Toshi, you’re staring.”

“Of course I’m staring.” He says it with a tone like 'what else would I be doing?'

You shyly fidget with the edge of your shorts. “Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful.”

Hitoshi reaches out a hand, like he hasn't just casually left you breathless, and his own eyes soften as he notices your starry-eyed look. 

“Let’s go, you crybaby.”

“Damn. I was going to say you look handsome too, but I don’t remember being the one who sobbed my eyes out watching Your Name last night.”

The tips of his ears turn red.

“Shut up.”

“Was like our fifth rewatch too.”

“Shut up before I kiss you.”

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Both."

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Hitoshi’s lips twitch as he sees your eyes light up at the sight of the sign pointing in the jellyfish exhibit’s direction. “You’re adorable.”

“Thanks.” You grin. “You’re slow.”

You take him by the arm, your brain faintly registering how muscular his bicep is despite holding it so many times, and drag him along. 

In their tanks, the glow of the moon jellies fills the darkness in front of them as other visitors murmur around you two in awe. Blue light reflects off the water and through the glass, illuminating your boyfriend’s dreamy features and you can’t help but admire how pretty he looks.

Hitoshi turns from watching the jellyfish to face you, fingers now lacing through yours. You don’t look away. 

A soft smile flickers across his face when he catches you staring at him.

“This reminds me of when we first met.”

You smile. You remember. He was the one Mina relentlessly teased you for staring at, which you completely denied at the time.

“Why’re you so thirsty?” You remember her whispering into your ear at the Sports Festival in your first year. The both of you were sitting in your class’s designated spots in the stands.

Your eyes had widened, scandalized. 

“I am not!”

“Please. You’re totally staring at him.”

“Who?”

“Shinsou Hitoshi.” She grinned. “Cute, right?”

Of course she paid attention when they announced his name specifically. 

You could never remember anyone’s, and she probably saw you looking at his picture for a little too long when it appeared on the Jumbotron’s screen, announcing that his match with Oijiro was about to begin. 

“Not really,” you lied, a bad attempt at feigning disinterest. 

Like your eyes hadn’t been trailing down his lean figure the moment his next match started. 

Or noticing how attractive it was the way he casually folded his arms when he taunted Midoriya, or wondering in your mind if his perpetual bed-head was as soft as it looks. 

Mina turned to you, smirking at your slightly dazed expression.

“Really? Then you wouldn’t mind if I told him you had some questions about his quirk and wanted to talk about it after this, riiight?”

“What?” You shake your head furiously. “I mean his quirk is really interesting but–ugh Mina, no!” 

“For the plot!” She waggled her eyebrows.

You nudged her knee with a huff. “I’m breaking up with you.”

“Nooo, I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Mina eyed you cheekily. “I won’t call him over.”

“Oh thank god.”

“But only if you admit he’s your type.”

You groan. “Okay fine. I think he’s hot, happy?”

“Very.” Your best friend laughs, pure happiness indeed written all over her face. You can see the matchmaking gears already turning in her head. “I just know you too well, babe.”

You roll your eyes. “Sometimes I really wish you didn’t.”

“Come on, you guys would be so cute together though.” She sighs dreamily. “Forensic sight and mind-control? Plus you’re both hot as fuck? Talk about a power couple.”

“....I think I’m going to go sit with Yaomomo instead.”

Recalling the memory, you laugh. “I know, we kept accidentally making eye contact after your second match because our seats were right across from each other.”

“That awkward prolonged eye contact in the stands might’ve been how I started crushing on you.”

You smirk. “You had a crush on me? That's so embarrassing.”

“I know.” He rolls his eyes, softly tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Worst decision of my life.”

You hold Hitoshi’s hand tighter as you step closer to his side to get a better view of the tank. 

“Glad the feeling is mutual.” 

You spot it before he does.

“Oh my god Toshi. We need to get this for Eri.”

He spins around from the collection of the aquarium’s official shirts for sale, a shirt with a print of a whale shark in his hands. 

“Wha–oh my god.”

Hitoshi stares at the giant penguin plushie you’re holding in front of you. 

It was bigger than you–no, bigger than him even.

“Not sure if it’s going to fit on the train home, but we’ll make it work.”

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"Can you teach me how to draw a unicorn too, Eri?" Hitoshi asks.

You had already asked Eri before him seconds ago so you stick your tongue out at Hitoshi, mouthing ‘copycat,’ and he tilts his head down to quickly kiss your neck, making you giggle. 

He still has a pink bow wrapped around his bicep from when you three played dress up an hour ago, and you fight the urge to laugh again at how silly he looks.

Eri is too focused on her drawings to care about either of you, and after she scribbles around a little more, she turns to face her older brother.

“Yeah!” She hands him a red crayon. “Okay, so first you draw half of a circle.”

Hitoshi follows Eri’s instructions.

He lifts his hand, which nearly covers the paper, to reveal a red ‘C’ that looks like it got run over by a truck.

“No, no not like that! Erase it.” She frowns disapprovingly, hands on her hips. “You’re really bad at this Hito-nii.”

“Please Eri-sensei. I'm trying my best.”

“Try harder!” She turns away with a huff, then peers over at your paper. 

“Ooh yours looks so good!” Eri claps, and you smile proudly. 

“It’s all thanks to you, Eri.” You reach out to fix her pigtail that was starting to slip out of the cat-patterned scrunchie, and she giggles, holding still for you. 

Hitoshi grumbles. “This smells like favoritism.”

“That’s ‘cause your unicorn looks Celery’s poop!” Eri chirps. Then she runs away to the kitchen right before you double over in laughter at Hitoshi’s extremely offended face, clutching onto his broad shoulders for support. 

“She said your drawing looks like shit!” You snort, and he groans.

Celery’s ears perk up in Hitoshi’s lap and she meows, looking in your direction. You hold out your arms. “Celery, you want uppies?”

She ignores them and decides to sit in your lap instead, purring softly.

“Mrow.”

“Yeah? And then what?” You coo, gently rubbing her fuzzy forehead, and her eyes close in contentment.

She mewls again, pawing at your sock and you laugh.

“Okay, okay I’ll tell him.” 

Looking up at Hitoshi, he tilts his head the same way Celery does when you talk to her. 

You bite back a laugh, you’re not sure who’s the cat in the room at this point.

“What did she say?” He asks you curiously.

All you do is blink slowly at him in response.

Hitoshi’s brows knit in confusion.

Then his eyes widen, a soft pink starting to color his cheeks.

Shyly, he slowly blinks back.

Suddenly, the gray-haired girl comes back from the kitchen, apples Aizawa sliced like rabbits for her on a plate in her hands. 

You’re still slowly blinking at each other as she walks through the door.

Eri looks at the both of you weirdly.

“What are you two doing?”

“Mrow.”

teehee hitoshi’s the pb to ur jelly(fish) get it

hihi !! thinking about a hurt/comfort fic with shinsou where reader feels like she’s boring/annoying to him

good parts

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ h. shinsou x fem reader. 1.5k words — hurt/comfort. fluff. slightly suggestive. ⭑ no matter how dark your brain gets, hitoshi is determined to help you see yourself in the same light that he does.

Hitoshi visibly softens the moment he opens his door at the sight of you standing there in the dimly lit hallway.

Dark violet pools swimming with worry drift from the way you’re chewing the inside of your cheek, like how he’s noticed you usually do when you’re anxious, to the hem of your pajamas balled up in your fists.

“What's up, love?” Hitoshi says in his softest voice, faltering when you finally meet his eyes with your reddened ones. His heart drops. Have you been crying?

At your uncharacteristically hesitant mumble of “Can I come in?” is when he feels said heart nearly split into two.

“Of course.” A concerned frown tugs at his lips. Something’s definitely wrong. You usually never bothered to ask twice, not that he minded of course, before barreling into his arms the second he turned the knob so many times before. “You can always come into my dorm.”

“I know, I just…” Your sweet voice that he’s missed all day trails off guiltily, and you take a deep breath as you fiddle with the edge of your pajamas.

“Actually, sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you. I think I’ll just go back to my room.”

“What, who said that? You never bother me.” Hitoshi’s gentle yet firm grasp on your sleeve stops you from turning to leave, and you huff at his stubborn attempt to make you stay.

“Toshi, let go.”

“I’m afraid you’re gonna have to amputate my arm first, and not that you couldn’t but I don’t think you don’t have the tools for that at the moment, pretty girl.” The edge of his lips tilt upward in a wry smile as he playfully tugs you towards him. “You’re not escaping me that easily.”

You huff and turn away, looking anywhere but into his warm, patient eyes. It’s a trap, you know it, once you do you’ll be spilling your guts out in no time, and the sickening aftertaste of burning shame is just something you can’t stomach right now.

Plus he’s wearing that gray hoodie he knows is your favorite, which just makes everything worse because he looks ten times more handsome than usual.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Hitoshi coaxes. “Talk to me. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

A beat of silence. 

Your lips press into a firm, thin line, and you finally surrender. 

“Yeah. I know.” You sigh, and he rubs your shoulder encouragingly.

“Go ahead then, I’m listening.”

“Okay, uh…” You mumble slowly, suddenly feeling very silly. “Do you think I’m annoying or that you’ll ever get bored of me, Toshi?” 

“Never.” He answers without skipping a beat. “To both. You never annoy me, and you’re anything but boring.”

“Really?” Your voice breaks a little and his heart clenches in his chest at the way you sound so doubtful of his words. Hitoshi reaches out to tenderly brush his knuckles against your cheek.

“Really.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Well when I wake up everyday, my first thought is that I look forward to seeing you.”

Your eyes widen, when it really shouldn’t be a surprise at all. “You do?”

“Mhm, I do.” Hitoshi moves to sit down on the edge of his bed. You gasp as he smoothly pulls you into his lap, quite literally sweeping you off your feet.  “And you know how else I know I’ll never, ever get bored of you?”

"What?" You shyly adjust your legs to straddle him more comfortably. He guides your arms to wrap around his neck in response, unwavering, intense eyes staring into yours. He’s so close that his lashes brush against your cheek when he blinks, and his warm breath fans across your lips teasingly.

“Toshi,” you whine. “You’re making me feel flustered.”

“I know it makes you feel flustered.” Hitoshi grins slyly. “That's why I love doing it.”

You gently bat his bicep. “Stop distracting me and answer my question!” 

“Yes ma’am.” Hitoshi chuckles as you retort by cutely puffing your cheeks and laying your head down on his shoulder. His arms are snug against your waist and he squeezes you in his lap. You always feel so nice, sitting so prettily on him. 

“I know I’ll never get bored of you because when someone asks what the best part of my day was, I always mention you in some way. Could be a cute doodle you made on a note you left me, you spending five solid minutes trying to push a door that says pull at a restaurant, or seeing you get excited over a new season of your favorite show coming out, anything as long as it's you.”

His expression is warm as he watches your head perk up at that, which quickly turns into a scowl when you realize exactly what he’s referring to. “The sign on that pull door was really faded, you couldn’t see it either!”

“That’s why I made you my guinea pig so I could come in and heroically save the day for you.”

“Heroic my ass,” you mutter into his hoodie and he laughs, then presses a soft kiss to your neck in response and you shiver. 

“And you have no idea just how much I love listening to you talk about your day.”

“...Even on the days I don’t do anything special?”

“Especially on those days.” He nuzzles his face into your neck and you giggle. “Love hearing you talk about mundane shit. Love when you send me a picture of what you’re having for breakfast, or when you tell me about some weirdly shaped cloud you saw outside during training.”

He pauses thoughtfully, and continues, “Hell, you could probably read me your grocery list and I'd still be hooked on every word. I love your little quirks, even the ones you think are weird. Your whole personality. Your cute voice.”

Hitoshi squeezes your hip. “So keep telling me all about it, okay? I wanna hear it.”

You let out a sweet little contented noise of agreement and your boyfriend grins. 

“So I think it’s safe to say that the chances of me finding you boring or annoying are real slim.” Hitoshi smirks, tickling your thighs that are still wrapped around his waist, and you squirm out of his hold and escape further into his bed while giggling. 

“Real slim meaning zero times infinity.”

“Isn’t that just zero, though?” You let out a soft sigh, completely out of breath as you flop onto his pillow.

“Shh, let me have my moment. Everything times infinity makes it more special.” Hitoshi’s arms come up from behind to hug you against him. “Like my love for you.”

“Ew.” You wrinkle your nose. “You’re so corny.”

“I know. Took you long enough to realize I’m obsessed with you.” He rolls his eyes, bending his head down to brush his lips against the nape of your neck. “Everyone in class already calls me a simp, you don’t need to rub it in.”

You flip around to face him, snuggling the side of your face into his pillow that has the faint, comforting scent of the laundry detergent he likes to use. “Good thing I’m also a simp.”

Hitoshi softly gasps in mock surprise. “Really? Oh my god,” his eyes flicker around the room as if he’s looking for the mysterious person who won your affections. “Who’s the lucky person?”

You laugh and the side of lips quirk up in that fond way that only happens when he’s with you. “You, you silly goose!”

“Me?” He sweetly brushes his nose against yours. “Wow. Feels like I’ve won the lottery.”

A warm feeling spreads across your chest, like honey being stirred into a hot cup of tea and Hitoshi’s eyes are half-lidded as he whispers in a low tone that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter to life.

“Come here, love. Give me a goodnight kiss.”

You lean in to kiss his deliciously soft lips, and you can feel him grin against your mouth at your eagerness. He kisses you back twice as gently, agonizingly so, while his hand trails to cup the dip of your waist and you feel dizzy at his adoring touch. Your heart is pounding way, way too fast for this late at night.

He sneaks another tender kiss onto your neck, then on your collarbone, and Hitoshi laughs as you shyly smush your flustered face into his pillow.

“One more thing.”

You peek over to glance at him, and the way he’s looking at you makes you feel warm and tingly all over and your burning face is begging for you to return it to the cool depths of his pillow.

“Promise you’ll always tell me when you feel like this. No more keeping it in.”

Your eyes soften at his stern expression. “Okay, I promise.”

“Pinkie promise.” He says sagely, lifting his finger, and a laugh bubbles up in your throat at his serious tone when you raise your own, his larger pinkie overlapping yours. 

“I pinkie promise.”

“Good girl.” Hitoshi smirks, which is short-lived when his eyes widen in panic and it’s too late by the time he reaches to catch you as you proceed to tumble off the bed.

Craving You

Word Count :: 4,994

A/N :: Go easy on me, my sweeties. This is my first full fic in the hottest of minutes.

This is just some soft, tender, Husband! Hitoshi Shinsou x Pregnant Fem! Reader missing each other dearly. We’re sticking with Keiid’s adult version of Toshi because that version of him has me absolutely fuckin’ weak 🥴

🔞, smut, tender loving hours. Pretty much it, I wanna say.

You woke with a start, small hand darting out to feel for your husband only to feel his side of the bed not only empty, but cold. You sighed and attempted to sit up, holding your rounded stomach, feeling as your body ached. “Toshi?” You called out, silence answering back before sniffing for any hint of coffee in the air that he so loved to brew, strong enough to wake the dead. Nothing. Had he even been home at all last night? Being pregnant had done some weird things to not only your body, but your senses and sleeping habits. You noticed you’d sleep deeper than usual, something you hated. You wanted to be able to know when Hitoshi got home, when he hit the bed, anything. You wanted to be able to help should he need it. Take the other night for example. On his way home from being out on patrol he stumbled on a man who was robbing the local convenience store and though he caught the robber, he hadn’t escaped the ordeal without the guy putting up a surprisingly good fight. Toshi came home that night beaten to hell and you’d spent the better part of the evening with him on the toilet while you cleaned and patched him up. He didn’t want the help, wanted you to rest with your swollen ankles raised but you wouldn’t hear of it. When you were done, you carded your fingers through his short wild indigo locks, kissing his forehead while he caressed your stomach before wrapping his arms around you. You slipped your black cat slippers on, waddling from the loft down to the kitchen to grab a cup of black tea. Once you finished there, you made your way to the bathroom, turning shower on to your desired temperature. Your back was hurting and you wanted nothing more than to have hot water splashing against the painful spot as hot as you could bear. Carrying a whole other human inside you was hard work. You couldn’t wait to get back to work, kicking ass alongside your husband, the Shinsou’s back at it being a top hero power couple. You felt so out of shape and bloated and your breasts hurt when they were too full of milk, back and ankles on fire and swollen... you just seemed to be in perpetual pain these last 2 months. Not only that, you and Hitoshi’s sexual activities had to be put on hold and that was getting to you both and you knew it. You didn’t have to ask Toshi to know how much he was aching for you to the point of it making him at least a little crazy. As reserved as he was, gentle in his demeanor with you, and calm as a still lake, he was a human and he had needs. He’d never tell you, but he had to keep himself on more than one occasion from ripping your clothing off and bending you over the nearest surface to fuck you silly. Your dom and sub roles in the bedroom had to also be put on hold because Hitoshi could be a particularly rough man when it came to that, never truly knowing the full extent of his strength. He’d been absolutely terrified out of his wits of being rough once you started to show.

Great. Now you were sorely in pain and horny. “Stupid, stupid woman.” You seethed at yourself. You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t noticed the door to the shower open. It wasn’t until you felt the cool air hit your back that you felt a large set of hands slide from your hips to cradle around your stomach, your body tensing ever so briefly before relaxing. “Hitoshi, you scared the shit out of me.” You breathed, your shoulders relaxing. “I’m sorry, kitten. Are you ok?” He asked, hearing his voice was more gruff than usual had you turning to look at him. The normal bags under his eyes now looked like a set of luggage. He’d taken on more hours over the past several weeks to help build up some parental leave for when his daughter was due, he was busy doing so much and you felt bad. You cupped his cheeks before stepping forward on the balls of your feet with your lips poised for a kiss. He lent the rest of the way down to meet you, the water hitting his short wild tresses in the process, wetting it. “Toshi, thank you. You’re doing a lot and it shows. I wish you could rest already, we appreciate it and you so much.” You held the back of his neck, your thumbs rubbing lovingly along the sides behind his ears. He gave a tired, crooked grin, pecking your forehead then your nose before pulling away and looking at you with love, “It’s all for you guys, I love you with everything I am and I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” He joked with a chuckle.

Before you had a chance to protest, moving to swat him at his choice of words, he grabbed your wrist and held it to his chest, dipping again to kiss you passionately, swiping his tongue along your bottom lip for permission, but you were already opening for him to invade your wet cavern with his muscle. Hitoshi’s kiss was hungry, conveying all the pent up want and need he had for you, his wife. His large hands roamed down your back, thick fingers skimming the curve of your spine before they landed at your hips giving them a loving squeeze only to then rest on each cheek of your behind where he pulled you against him, allowing you feel how hard he was for you. Gasping in his mouth before continuing the kiss, you threaded your fingers through his hair again, tugging and earning you a groan of pleasure from deep within his chest. With your hand still held against his chest, you dragged your nails across the neat indigo chest hairs that lay there before sliding over to graze over his nipple, hardening it. Toshi was breathing harder through his nose now, his hips rolling of their own accord before pulling away. You whined, eyes lidded and drunk off his searing kiss. He grinned before looking around your spacious rainfall shower to the built in bench. “Do you trust me, kitten?” Hitoshi asked. You shook your head in confusion. “What kind of... you know I do, with my life.”

Hitoshi guided you to the bench to sit for a moment before he stepped out of the shower to grab a couple of things. “I-I’ll be right back,” he said with his hands held up, nonverbally telling you to stay put, where you smiled and nodded as he stepped out of the bathroom. You’d heard him faintly talking to himself before a loud bang sounded out followed by him swearing under his breath loudly. “Toshi? Are you alright?” You called, tilting your head from where you sat with a hand on your stomach rubbing it. “I’m ok, my love!” He called before turning up at the door a moment later with a couple things in hand, namely a towel and his hero weapon, the capture cloth. You were puzzled to say the least. “What are you doing, sweetie?” You asked him with your brow cocked and lips parted in wonder. “Well, I know we haven’t been able to get as intimate as we’d normally like due to me being so busy at work and you being... being... so pregnant,” ‘Nice choice of words, Hitoshi.’ He mentally slapped himself, “So I had an idea while I was on my way home. Care to try?” He asked you, purple tried eyes looking at you so hopeful it ached you to see. You’d nodded and began the monumental task of trying to stand until he stopped you. “No, no, let me set it up, ok?” Toshi nodded as he helped you to sit back down again.

You guys’ shower was rigged in a such a way that there were bare decorative pipes that were hanging from the ceiling with holes drilled in them that assisted in providing the rainfall effect. Toshi rigged his capture cloth expertly through those pipes and used the towel, folded, against a portion of it. Before you knew it, you were looking at a rigged swing made out of the two items. The towel was placed as a little padding for a seat of sorts and Hitoshi stood back to survey his handy work. He nodded, happy with the look of it before looking back at you with a lopsided grin. “What do you think, kitten?” He asked, reaching his hands out to help you up from the bench. “I think it’s really smart... and I think you’ve been thinking about this for much longer than on your way home.” You poked at his side with your nails, causing him to jump a little before he grabbed the back of his neck, rubbing it. “Ok, ok. I’ve been thinking of what to do for a couple of weeks now, you got me.” Hitoshi admitted, pulling you close into his side. “I just... I just really, really miss you.” He said lowly. You looked into his beautiful, tired eyes, noting that they were lust blown. His purple orbs almost drowned out by dark, black pupils resembling voids. Drinking you in, full of want and need, his hand roamed your back, squeezing in a massaging manner that had your own eyes slipping shut. He felt how tight and knotted various places of your back were, frowning to himself. “I miss you so much, kitten. So fucking much.” Hitoshi was now pressed against the side of your face, gruff voice in one ear as he kneaded the skin of your sore back. “Toshi, I miss you so much too, I wish I can know about your safety the way I used to.” You were now pressed against his body, your arms around his neck while on your tippy toes to reach him better.

Hitoshi’s hands abandoned your back to glide down your hips, further below to start squeezing the backs of plush thighs as he lent down to kiss you passionately, his tongue in your mouth again, exploring every inch of it trying to memorize it even after all these years together. “I missed the way you feel against me. I absolutely crave the way you taste to the point that it’s all I think about, getting in the way of my work, do you know that, kitten?” Toshi said against your neck before he bit down on your pulse point. Moaning, your fingers dipping into his hair where your nails grazed his scalp. “Tosh- ah!” You squeaked, Hitoshi lifting you off the shower floor as your legs and arms immediately wrapped around your hulking husband for support, swollen, large belly pressed against his chiseled abs suddenly had you feeling some type of way as you stared down at where you both pressed together. “I love you.” You said, looking up to him to find that he was already staring down at you, watching as you took in the roundness of your stomach, holding his and your baby inside you. Your eyes brimmed with tears as he walked both of you to his little set up. “I love you, too. Baby? Baby what’s wrong?” Hitoshi asked, unsure if this was something that had to do with pregnancy hormones or something he possibly did. You hugged him, warm tears falling onto his shoulder. He held his capture cloth in place as he set you down, perching you on a few bands he’d lined up to make a makeshift seat that was plush from the towel he set there. He backed up cautiously in case you’d tip in any single direction and he needed to grab at you. You went to wipe your eyes but Hitoshi was already doing it. His large hands cupping either side of your face, large enough to eclipse your delicate face easily. It would’ve looked comical in any other circumstance, but he loved the way you fit perfectly in his hands.

“Talk to me, baby girl.” He said, squatting down to be able to look at you better. His hands now at your thighs, rubbing soothingly up and down them while occasionally rubbing your belly. “I’m happy is all. I just... as a pain in the ass as it can be sometimes, I couldn’t be happier carrying our baby.” you said, another round of fat tears spilling from your face. “I’m sorry, I’m all over the place and I missed you, I’m so stupid an-“ “Hey.” Hitoshi’s tone was stern, shivers instantly running down your arms and legs so strongly that even he felt the goosebumps break out across the skin of your soft thighs. “I don’t want my kitty cat talking about herself that way,” his hands now skimmed over the tops of your thighs, slipping in between them and parting them. “I take offense when my wife is talked about in any sort of negative capacity,” he leaned in closer, you were so enraptured by what he was saying, having not been spoken to like that for what felt like forever that you weren’t even paying attention to his actions. “Even if it’s from my wife.” He licked a fat stripe up your core, able to cover more ground with his tongue flattened, a hiss of a gasp being drawn in as your feet swung from the sensation. “Toshi!” You threaded your fingers through his hair and balled your hand into a fist, pulling his hair, spurring him on as he licked more forcefully, tongue delving into your hole as he nudged himself deeper into your wetness. His hands closed around your hips and pulled you closer, the stubble of his beard rubbing against your skin deliciously as he worked like a man starved.

Toshi was giving all he had then, moaning into you, as he slurped and sucked, tasting what he longed for for weeks. His hand closed around your thigh, propping it up over his shoulder to delve deeper. Even with the shower running you could see the pre leaking from Hitoshi’s tip. Wiggling a little and masking it as movements to his actions, you take your free foot and gently rub it against his length causing him to pull away with a hiss before looking up at you through purple lashes. His eyes became lidded, grabbing that same leg and throwing it over his other shoulder before diving back in and licking with fervor. “Ah, fuck!!” You yelped, feeling as though you’d fall backwards but Hitoshi’s hands wrapped around your back and pulled you closer, anchoring you in place, assuring your safety. It was then that he started to tongue fuck you, his wet muscle delving in and out while intermittently swiping up to pay attention to your clit when his nose wasn’t bumping into it. Your moans got louder, soft thighs shaking around his head as you felt your first orgasm approaching fast.

Hitoshi wrapped one arm around your back as sturdily as he could so he could bring a free hand into the mix. Two thick fingers slid into your core, replacing his tongue as he began pumping at a brutal pace, crooking them just right. “Oh, oh God...” Your voice shook, one hand in his wet hair and the other latched onto his shoulder, nails leaving crescent moon indents into his flesh now that your legs were free. Toshi’s breathing was ragged, his mind on one goal and one only, the one thing he’d been envisioning his fingers do for the last 4 nights at the agency while he filed reports into the early morning hours. Your walls began to flutter, his lidded purple orbs flitting to yours as he came up for air, watching his wife get overtaken with pleasure. “I love you... I love you...!” Toshi panted into your pussy before you threw yourself back from the force of your orgasm, liquid gushing forward and coating his arm and then his face as he dove in to lap up what he could, instantly wrapping his arms around you again for stability so you wouldn’t fall backwards. He went from vigorous licks to kitten licks which melted into soft kisses. Kisses leading from your drenched core to your thighs and then your stomach as he rubbed loving circles into it with his thumbs, getting up from his position on the floor of the large shower, kissing the top of your head when he reached his full height. “You did so good for me, my beautiful kitten, you always do. I love you, sweetheart.” He cooed. “I love you, too.” You panted out.

He tipped your worn out, blushing face upwards to look at him, still catching your breath but not caring as you leaned forward to reach for Hitoshi’s cock before he grabbed your hands softly. “Baby, no need... w-wait till we’re done here, I’ll be raring to go again.” He smirked. In your post orgasmic haze, you didn’t even realize that from the sheer visuals and moans alone that you’d provided was enough to make him come, the water having washed away his mess. Toshi gathered both of your wash items, placing them closer on the bench in the shower before helping you down off the makeshift swing to stand before himself. He deposited some shampoo in his palm before massaging it in your scalp, washing your hair before running his hands through it to rinse it. He did the same with the conditioner, only leaving it in your hair as he washed your body lovingly. Admiring every curve and dip, no sexual drive behind his actions, just pure love before rinsing you off. When he was done, you gently guided him down on the bench so you could reach his head properly. Hitoshi stood at a whopping 6’ 1”. He was always on the taller side out of the many students at UA, coming in at 5’ 9” when you two met but as the years went on, he just kept sprouting. You were smaller compared to him, standing shorter in stature, you just reached above his shoulder when you and him stood side by side and you loved it. You loved climbing him like he was a mountain, latching onto him, your smaller frame melting and melding into his larger one, and it was one of your most favorite things in the world when he was spooning you.

A large palm came to rest against your stomach as you worked the lather in his hair, pulling you from your thoughts. “What are you thinking about, kitten?” Hitoshi asked, feeling as his unborn baby would push against wherever he’d touch. “You.” You hummed to yourself as you rinsed his hair free of the conditioner, bending to pour some body wash on his washcloth. No loofahs for Hitoshi Shinsou in your house, ‘Too damned girly’ was how he’d put it and you giggled at the thought. “What’s so funny, hm?” He grinned lopsidedly, bending to kiss your stomach with his eyes closed, lips brushing across your skin. It was moments like this that you wanted to snapshot and put away forever for you to cherish, observing the endless beauty he never seemed to know he has. At least until the silent admiration was interrupted by him pulling away and holding his chin exaggeratedly. You laughed, as you rubbed the cloth over his neck muscles to loosen him up. “She’s gonna pack a wallop, huh?” He joked, rubbing his jaw as you nodded with a smile. Hitoshi sighed as you kept working the washcloth over his upper body, his back, pressing as hard as you could which earned you some relieved of grunts. “Up, sweetie.” You stepped back a bit as Toshi stood, willing the jelly feeling you’d imparted on him out of his body. Bringing the washcloth to his abs, you rubbed, the scent of his body wash filling your senses as you got drunk off it. Your husband always smelled so nice, so warm and comforting. Like a cozy cabin tucked away in the woods on a cold winter night, it brought you comfort and safety. He watched you work, noting how you’d pause every now and again to deeply inhale his scent and with every open of your eyes, the more they lidded. When you got to his member, it was semi erect. You looked up at him and he smiled with a wink, “I told you. Gimme that, I think we’re done here.” He said as he finished up the rest of his body in record time, you giggling at his quickness as you put the items away before he tossed the washcloth back in its spot, and swooped you into his arms.

You squealed out with a laugh, Toshi minding where your stomach landed, his broad shoulders between your breasts and stomach, pushing the door open and draping a large towel over your body before bringing the both of you to your bedroom where he gently plopped you onto your large bed. He hovered over your laughing frame, watching as water dripped down from his hair onto the bed above your own head. Your laughing slowed as you noticed his silence, smiling at him and bringing a hand to his scruffy cheek to thumb gently at a scar he had over the left side of his lips leading into his chin. He turned his head and kissed inside your palm, his hand wrapped around your delicate wrist as he held it against his lips. “Turn around, kitten.” He gruffed. Hitoshi was helping you maneuver, perching onto the bed himself as he molded the front of himself to your back, his fully hardened cock prodding at your ass cheek leaving a smear of pre along your skin. Kissing along your neck and shoulders, Toshi ran a large hand from your stomach to your thigh, grabbing and propping it against his own leg which he used to open you up. Your breathing was already uneven, knowing what was coming yet not getting to you fast enough, your hips already rocking back into him for stimulation only he could provide. Hitoshi chuckled against your ear, “Does my kitty want it that bad?” He teased, reaching his hand between the two of you to pump his cock in his fist, teasing your already wet entrance. “God, you’re already soaked, baby, fuck.” He gritted out. “Toshi, stop acting like you’re not dying too and make love to me already,” you whined. “You’re always so coc- HAH!!” Your hand flung upward to latch onto the back of Hitoshi’s head which was buried in the crook of your neck and shoulder, biting into the soft skin that lay there as he jutted his hips forward and sheathed into you in one fluid movement. He gave you time to adjust, running his hand up your body, softly squeezing your breasts and lovingly rubbing your belly as he pressed more kisses into your shoulder and neck, sucking hard enough at your pulse point to leave an immediate blooming bruise.

“To- Toshi please. Please, please I need you...” You begged him as he pressed more kisses into your damp hair, his hips starting to move to create that hot friction you both craved. It seemed he was panting like a dog within seconds, thick fingers pinching your nipples as gently as he could, breast milk dribbling down the tips as he rolled them between his tips. “Fuck, kitten!” Toshi was now snapping his hips faster into you, the bed creaking with each brutal thrust. The second the headboard hit the wall for the first time, it acted as fuel for Hitoshi to go even faster. Hips rutting into you from behind so hard it hurt in the best way. He could already feel your gummy walls twitch and clamp down on him, knowing that you were getting closer with each thrust. “Fuck, baby, the way you’re taking me so -shit!- so greedily, so fuckin’ well, you really missed my cock, huh? Answer me!” He almost barked out, feeling you clamp down on him particularly hard when he did. “Fuck your cock, I missed y-you, Hitoshi!” You moaned, your nails digging into his neck. He groaned lowly, breathily whispering out, “Oh my fucking God!” before his hand came down on the swell of your ass, the sharp sting causing you to clamp down on him again a little harder. The slap didn’t pack the usual punch it did with Hitoshi’s heavy hands, but it was enough and you both noticed.

You rolled your hips into him, meeting his thrusts with your own as that wonderful feeling of a taut invisible string began to fray inside your stomach. “So good, so -y-yeah!- s-so fucking good, Toshi I- I, Godfuckinghell!! Ugh, missed you, I missed you, I-“ a broken moan tore from your throat at the feel of Hitoshi rubbing circles against your clit, his thrusts reaching inside you deeper, the prominent vein that ran along his cock sliding against your walls. His breath was coming out in puffs against your neck and cheek, groans and moans sounding out from him just the way you loved. “Mmm, kitty cat, fuck, you’re gonna cum! C’mon now, c’mon, I wanna feel you cream all over this cock, your cock, this cock belongs to you, all yours...” he reached his other hand around, gripping your throat, getting lost in the pleasure as he railed into you, watching your face for any changes in discomfort, keeping mind of the baby. Once your eyebrows slightly furrowed, he loosened his hold, allowing you to catch your breath for a few beats before starting the process again. “Cum, cum because I fucking can’t hold on much longer you’re sucking me in so goddamn good!” Toshi growled in your ear, his hand abandoning your clit for a moment to spit on his fingers just to go back to rubbing it faster than before. As your smaller hand gripped his forearm for dear life, you came undone. “Toshi, fuck!!” Hitoshi felt his thrusting cock get wetter, slipperier, as he slowed his rubbing fingers through your orgasm having released your throat long ago.

Now he began driving into you with reckless abandon, seeking his own release which wasn’t far behind in the first place. The hand that was at your throat now wrapped around your shoulder, while the one that left your clit reached up to grab at your free hand, threading his large fingers through your own. “O-oh my God, oh my God I’m gonna cum, kitten, fuck, I’m gonna cum...” sloppy hips faltered even more before he gave one last strong thrust, stilling inside you spilling his warmth in thick spurts, giving 2 more soft slow thrusts before coming to a stop. The both of you were breathing heavily, Toshi’s head dropped onto your own before he bent down a bit to kiss your shoulder, his stubble scratching at the softness of your cheek. His hair was now dry, being short, it drooped down onto his forehead. There was a fresh sheen of sweat over both of your bodies, especially on his chest and your back. “I love you.” You said, your breaths coming out fast but not as harsh as before. Hitoshi wrapped his arms around you, pressing you into his almost too warm body, nuzzling in your semi damp hair inhaling deeply, “I love you, too. So fucking much, don’t ever forget it. I’m sorry I’ve been away so much, I just...” You shook your head, opening your eyes halfway. “No. I know why you do it. I can’t ever convey how much it means to me that you’re working your ass off for proper time with me and little Anzu once she gets here. Do I miss you? Of course I miss you, I miss you terribly. I also miss working with you. I never realized how spoiled I truly am until it came time for me to stay home from work. Getting to see you every single day, work alongside you, be out in the public eye with you... I never realized that I spend every moment with you. And now that I can’t, it has me a bit out of sorts I guess you could say.” You confessed, your eyes heavily lidded with sleepiness, voice soft and gentle.

The bed suddenly shifted, Hitoshi launching himself over your body and plopping next to you to face you causing you to squeak out in shock. He cupped your cheeks and brought you in for a slow, passionate kiss. Your smaller hands planted against his chest, fingers rubbing lovingly before scooting closer to him where he wrapped his arms around you instinctively. “I’m almost done, sweetheart. Just one more week, maybe even sooner if Anzu comes before then. And hey, if you want, I can help you train up again my agile, telekinetic kitten. Would you like that?” He asked into your hair at the top of your head. You hummed softly and he looked down having felt your hand slip off his chest and go limp, joining your other arm pressed against him and the bed. You were fast asleep, your breathing slow and deep as Toshi took a moment to look at you, large hand caressing from your head to your shoulder, only to glide down your back where he grabbed the blanket and draped it over the both of you, snuggling your body closer to his. “And I thought I was the one who got into people’s minds. I don’t deserve you, baby girl.” He whispered in your ear, kissing the side of your mouth before perching his head atop yours and falling asleep just as quick. You woke with a start, small hand darting out to feel for your husband only to feel his hand grasp yours and pull it to his lips, “I’m here, baby. I’m still here.” Hitoshi said as he cradled it in his own, pressed against his chest, a small smile gracing your lips before slipping back into the warmth of his embrace.

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Katsuki Bakugou

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Izuku Midoriya

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Eijiro Kirishima

Settle, Riot

Hitoshi Shinsou

TBD

Shoto Todoroki

TBD

Toshinori Yagi | Allmight

TBD

Shouta Aizawa | Eraserhead

How'd You Know (I Needed This)

Hizashi Yamada | Present Mic

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Keigo Takami | Hawks

Goldeneye Down Flip of a Switch | 18+ The Bet The Bet (Hawks' Version) | 18+

Taishiro Toyomitsu | Fat Gum

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Mha shinsou x reader

Yn was holding a cat. They looked at their boyfriend, then back at the cat, then back at their boyfriend.

Yn: hmmm 🤔 *puts cat on shinsou's head*

Shinsou: What the

Yn:*gasps * adorable 😍

Unlikely duo

Hitoshi Shinsou x fem!reader x Katsuki Bakugou Category: nsfw

Warnings: double-penetration, gags, sex toys, rough sex and all that nasty stuff.

Word count: 2,925

A.n: I really didn’t think I would write about Bakugou and Shinsou working together, but now i’m thirsty for more content.  Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for editing this huge blob of text and being so supportive!

You were watching your favorite TV show for what felt like hours when your phone, usually dry as hell, notified you about a new message. 

 You raised your eyebrows, not pausing the episode, thinking it was just one of your friends wanting to hang out and finally finding time in their busy pro-hero lifes. A dumb thought, really. 

 You unlocked the phone and felt your heart almost jump out of your chest.

 Shinsou🔥: You up, kitten? 

You: yeah, why? 

 Your breath hitched in your throat, a wide smile spreading across your face. Shinsou was your boyfriend who got pretty busy with the hero work, usually. Occasions like these were rare. 

 You quickly got the answer.  

Shinsou🔥: I think u know why

 You: Oh?? 

Shinsou🔥: how fast can u get here? 

You: like ten mins, i think 

 You wrote back to him as quickly as possible, throwing your phone on your sofa before going to your closet. Rummaging through your closet, you found a tight, mini-dress. Taking off your sweatpants and oversized, plain tee, you slipped into the dress, admiring your reflection in the mirror. You had no bra and didn't even bother too look for one, knowing that Shinsou would rip it off as soon as you got to the bed. 

 Maybe a lipstick would add to the look? Yes, a lipstick is always a good choice. You started applying it, until when your phone buzzed again. In the hurry you were in you tried to ignore it, but the phone buzzed a few more times, catching your attention.

 Shinsou🔥: Im giving u six 

Shinsou🔥: If ur late

 Shinsou🔥: You'll get a punishment

Shinsou🔥: So better hurry, kitten 😉 

 As you read the text, you felt your lower part throb in excitement. You knew you would never make it in six minutes and Shinsou knew that too, yet you still hurried - not to be on time though, just because the throbbing was getting unbearable.

 So you applied your lipstick as fast as humanely possible, locked your apartment, almost ran down the stairs, and finally got into your car. 

 Slamming your foot down onto the gas pedal, you drove out of the apartment’s crowded parking lot as fast as you were able to. 

 You reached Shinsou's big, mansion-like house 11 minutes later but almost bumped into one of the parked cars in his driveway. 

 Wait, one of them? You climbed out of your car, forgetting your desire for a minute, examining the other car.

 Did he have unexpected guests? Should you text him? After thinking for a moment you just decided to ring the doorbell, sending an awfully annoying sounding sound throughout his house. 

 It felt like not even a second later that Shinsou opened the door wide open. He was standing there illuminated by the hallway lights, looking like he was built by gods, or rather, was a god himself. You wouldn't doubt that - from his messy lilac hair, to his defined, muscular yet lanky and tall build - he was perfect from head to toe. Like he was made by the gods, or maybe was a god himself.

  Oh, and he was standing in his boxers only. Your eyes trailed down to them, his already hard cock clearly visible as he growled. Not saying anything, he just grabbed you by your wrist and shut the door behind you. 

 He didn't wait any longer to wrap his toned arms around your frame, caressing the small of your back and simultaneously crashing his surprisingly soft lips into yours hungrily.

 You opened your mouth, letting his tongue explore your mouth. At that, he slipped one of his hands into your h/c locks, threading through them and deepening the kiss. Your hands found their place in his hair gently tugging at his purple strands, producing a pleased grunt from him.

 Shinsou stopped for a moment and then slowly bit down your bottom lip, making you let out a moan.

 Your tongues explored each other's mouths but you felt your lungs burn with the need for oxygen. You attempted to break the kiss, but Shinsou only deepened it. He only letting you go after you flushed bright red from the lack of air. 

 Gasping, you wiped away the trail of saliva from your already bruised lips with the back of your hand, eyes almost watering as you desperately catch your breath. Shinsou was drawing in short little breaths too, as if not to show that he needed air like a normal human being. 

 Shinsou had both of his arms linked around your frame, one now travelling up your body, slowly reaching your breast only to slightly raise his eyebrows when he realised that you weren't wearing a bra.

 "Was this my punishment for being late?" you asked, obviously teasing him in knowing that each one of your words would make him more rougher in bed. Oh, how much you loved it. "Your punishments have gotten pretty weak, Hitoshi."

 His lilac, never-seen-sleep eyes explored every inch of your face, from your beautiful features and plump lips to your e/c, clouded with desire eyes. He couldn't wait to ruin you.

 Two of his long fingers pinched your nipple, bringing out a moan from your lips and making you tilt your head back.

 "Have you seen the car in the driveway, kitten?" he asked as his hand squeezes your soft breast, wanting nothing more than to suck at the soft flesh of it. 

 "So, you bought me a car as a punishment" you managed to be smug even when your breasts were touched by one of the most known, popular heroes of Japan. "Hitoshi..?" the question ended with his name, rolling off your tongue.

 Oh, if only you knew what things that did to him. He was going to ruin your pretty little pussy, until the only thing you remember is his name.

 "You wanna know who that car belongs to, baby?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. You could've came right then and there, just from the deepness of his voice.

 You didn't need to think of an answer to his question though, as a loud, growly voice shouted from Shinsou's bedroom, almost making you jump and making Shinsou chuckle.

 "Oi, you losers coming or what?

 You couldn't believe your ears, your mouth almost hanging open. Shinsou's satisfied, smug grin growing wider. 

 "Bakugou..?" you asked, still not believing what you heard. 

 Shinsou nodded, not explaining anything further, as his hands moved away from your boobs to grab your wrists and leading you to your bedroom.

  If you couldn't believe your ears, then you definitely could believe your eyes. There he was, in all his glory - Katsuki fucking Bakugou. You felt yourself getting more wet by the second, containing yourself from drooling. 

 The angry blonde was standing in only his boxers, his abs glistening with every step he took towards you, blonde hair messy and a wide grin clearly painted onto his handsome face, that looked almost perfect at this moment. You swallowed the saliva that was beggining to pool in your mouth. What was he doing there? Shinsou was never the one to share you, unless it was someone he really trusted, like Kaminari. But other times, he was repeating how you were his, and only his; a dirty slut to fufill all of his needs and wishes. 

 You wondered what made him change his way of thinking. Was he dedicated to punishing you?

 "W-What's he doing here?" you finally managed to speak out, making both men in the room chuckle. You, on the other hand, were trying to keep your eyes away from Bakugou's dick that already looked enormously big, even through his boxers. 

 "Oh, I just thought that Ground Zero here, could join me on making your little punishment more harsh. He was always one hell of a yeller in our school days, maybe now he can make you yell as loudly tonight too huh, doll?" Hitoshi grinds into you from behind, arms snaking around your waist, his lewd words almost making you let out a moan, as Bakugou's grin grew wider and wider. 

 You felt your pussy throb once again. The idea of being fucked by not one, but two of them - the hottest heroes of Japan, made you even wetter, if that was possible 

 "You always did look at Bakugou like you wanted to be fucked by him too so," Hitoshi buried his smile in your hair, nibbling at your ear with his hot breath tickling it. "I'm going to let him do. whatever. he. wants. with. you." every one of his words came out slowly, dragged out, almost making your knees buckle.

 Shinsou let you go, gently pushing you towards the hot-headed hero as he took a seat in the empty, comfy armchair, watching the show unfold. Your face was clearly painted with shock, since you expected Shinsou to be there too.

 Neither him, nor Bakugou seemed to see or, more likely, care about how confused you were. Bakugou was quick, not even undressing you, just ripping your short dress in half. You let out a yelp, as he fondled your already sensitive breasts, his mouth nibbling at one of the nipples, making you draw in a breath through tightly-clenched teeth as he bit down on it, tugging before letting go.

 He gives the other nipple the same attention, but his other hand was playing with the waistband of your panties. 

 You grabbed on to his broad shoulders as he sucked on your hardened nipple, but then he delivered a harsh slap to your ass that made your pussy clench around nothing. You didn't try to deny it - you always liked it harsh.

 "Look at your face," growled Bakugou as he chuckles, “All desperate for me to fuck you, aren't ya'?” he asked, tugging at your panties with one hand still on your ass. 

 You didn't dare to answer but then he landed another harsh smack, this time more painful, making you yelp in pain. 

 You nodded as an answer to his previous question. 

 "Use your words." he demanded, drawing hand back to smack your ass again.

 "Yes!" you shouted, before he could hit your bum but he still did it, catching you by surprise. 

 "If you want me to fuck you..." he taunted you, slowly kissing your neck, sucking on the soft skin only drawing away to continue. "If you want me to put my big cock into your tight little pussy." He was leaving a trail of hickeys all down to your collarbones. "To fuck you until you can't even speak. Then." he let his teeth sink into your soft flesh, making you whimper, hiding his smile by biting down harder. "You have to suck my cock first. Get on your knees, slut." 

 He took a step away from you and you instantely dropped to your knees, hitting the cold wood floor. The name he called you made you even more desperate.

 Bakugou's face lit up at your obedience, but when he got rid of his boxers, he froze for a moment. 

 "Oi, purple hair, you have nipple clamps and all that shit?" 

 Your eyes went wide, at the mention of that.

 Hitoshi, sitting in the armchair, stood to his feet, reaching an all-to-familiar closet and pulling one of the drawers wide open. 

 "Come take a look." he offered, sitting back.

 Bakugou ran his eyes through all the stuff that was there. Who could've thought that Shinsou Hitoshi and his little, beautiful slut were such a kinky couple behind closed doors? This drawer held everything he could think and not think of using.

 In the end he came back with only nipple clamps. He put nimple clamps on your nipples, cold metal and the feeling making you shiver. He ran his hand through your hair, grabbing a handful, pulling you a bit up from the ground. You were a bit confused. What did he want? It hurt when he pulled your hair like that. That's when he pulled out a big veiny vibrator he had also took from the drawer. Your eyes widened at the sight of it. Oh how you hated that toy. Hitoshi had only used it twice - one time when you were drunk and flirted with Shoto Todoroki and another time when you kissed Kaminari on the lips, when you both found youselves awkwardly standing under the mistletoe, and every one of those times it hurt like a bitch.

 "D-Don't use it, it will hurt." you mumbled, looking at Bakugou with a pleading look but he just squatted down, still holding your hair in a tight hold while removing your panties and leaving you bare.

 "Oh, I know it will," assured Bakugou, smile never wavering. "Now be a good fucking slut and sit on it." 

 Your eyes widened once again as he pushed the vibrator right under your bare pussy, lining it with your opening. You weren't even stretched out or ready, your only lube being your own juices. 

 "Bakugou, I'm not even read-" he didn't wait for you to finish your sentence, harshly sitting you down on the huge dildo, making your scream out through the room. It slowly stretched you out, making you scream even more when Bakugou pushed it in even deeper. Your tight walls were pulsating on it, pain almost unbearable, making you pant and groan. 

 "That's what I like to see." laughed Bakugou. "Now, your sweet boyfriend over there," he nodded towards Hitoshi, sitting on his armchair, legs crossed. "Has control over the vibrator remote. Don't know how high he'll set it, but if you come before I do, you're gonna regret that, slut." 

 You couldn't help but let out a moan. Even with the discomfort that the cold silicone thing inside you was giving, the thought of being used and abused by the handsome blond right before you was tempting. Bakugou threaded both his hands through your hair and you understood that there was no chance that he would let you go at your own pace. His cock looked even more big at this angle, it was a tad bit shorter than Hitoshi's, but definitely thicker. The vein at the underside of his cock made you lick your lips.

 "You really want my cock, huh?" gruffed Bakugou, and without any doubt pushed into your already open mouth. He was going slowly, not reaching your throat just yet. Just then, you felt the vibrator start buzzing inside you, making you open up wider and letting Bakugou slide in deeper. 

 His thrusts started getting faster, causing you to let out a muffled gag with almost every single one of them. That's when Shinsou turned up the power, overwhelming you to almost roll your eyes back. Your walls clenched around the toy, the fast pace that Bakugou set being almost too much to handle.

 He groaned, rutting his hips making you choke, but he didn't stop there, no. He pulled you towards him, not minding the choking and saliva already dripping down your chin. He didn't stop when your nose hit his pubes, now blocking your already limited ability to breathe through your nose. 

 The vibrator’s power increased once again, this time by a lot, you moan around Bakugou's cock, compelling him to let out a low moan. He held your hair even more tight, and snapped his hips even at the more animalistic pace.

 You grabbed his thigh, trying to remind him that you needed to breathe, but he only laughed. 

 The little ball of pleasure at the bottom of your belly started increasing and you couldn't even think about stopping yourself, when the sudden increase of the vibrator's speed became unbearable, making you come fast and hard, unable to breathe, white dots painting your vision, moaning around the cock that was stuffed down your throat, riding out your orgasm. 

 "You came," Bakugou spit out, almost disguisted and pushed you off his cock, making you gag at the loss of it, cheeks bright red, from the lack of air and embarrassment, "I wasn't even half-way there." 

 You still moaned, eyes rolling up, dildo working as hard in your tight hole that was already too stretched out at this point. It was almost not that bad at this point, even though it was literally pushed into you with no foreplay. 

 "Turn it off, eye-bags," he scoffed. "I have a better idea." 

 Shinsou surprisingly complied and you pouted, now only left with the unpleasant throbbing around a big dildo. 

 Bakugou once again, lifted you up by your hair, one hand harshly pulling the toy out of your hole and throwing it to the side. "Take a gag and come here." he ordered to your purple-haired boyfriend, who, without your knowledge, had been pumping his cock to the view the whole time and was now even harder than before.

 Shinsou searched through the drawer when he finally came, a cock-shaped gag with a strap on in his hands.

 "Put it in her mouth." once again ordered Bakugou, taking a step away. Shinsou looked down at you, pushing your hair away from your face the look in his eyes loving.

 "Open up, kitten." he requested and you obediently did so, to which he smiled. He slipped it in your mouth, the cock almost hitting your throat, but even if not, still making your jaw ache. Hitoshi clipped the lock behind your head and secured it tightly. You were now left without an ability to speak. 

 Then he pulled out a collar, one that was very familiar to you. Now without you being able to say anything, you couldn't say that you were against his fucking pet-play. 

 His cold hands ghosted your neck, giving it one soft squeeze, as if testing the waters and then he secured the collar around your neck. He made it way too tight. It seemed like both of them wanted you to suffocate today. 

 He led you to bed where Bakugou was already waiting. Shinsou took you by the shoulders, softly biting at your shoulder blades. 

 "You ready for Bakugou's cock, kitten?" You awkardly nodded, the cock stuffed into your mouth, making it sore. Bakugou lined up with your entrance as Shinsou was now held your waist, slowly easing you down on Bakugou's cock, the blond growling at the feeling of how tight you were.

 Even after you've been stretched out by the dildo, it still hurt and you felt tears start roll down your checks, but Hitoshi was quick to kiss them away while holding you tightly from behind. He turned your face to the side, kissing your gagged lips. 

 You were thankful for the care, but you just wanted to feel Bakugou move inside you. Wondering how good he'll actually feel. You wiggled your butt, trying to get him to move, or make Shinsou move you but you only got a harsh smack landed on your already sore ass

. "Don't even dare moving, kitten." hissed Hitoshi, danger lurking somewhere in his tone, making you quiver. "If you do, I just might have to tighten the collar and shove my own dick down your throat instead of this silicone shit." the thought made you shiver and clench harder on Katsuki's cock.

 "Woah, she's really a little fuckin' masochist, isn't she?" asked Bakugou, as if you weren't even in the room. 

 "Yeah, that's the best part." chuckled Hitoshi, his long fingers ghosting over your breasts, squeezing them like some kind of stress ball. You sat there, on Bakugou's cock, while Hitoshi whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do to you when finally, Bakugou snarled.

 "Enough with the dirty talk, just stuff your dick in already, ya' freak." he growled , making your eyes as wide as plates. 

 With your main hole occupied, you were most certainly sure he would take your other hole, but you didn't even want to think about it - if he had the same mindset as Bakugou today, then this was gonna hurt. You couldn't handle another cock showed down your hole again, you might just rip in half. 

 "Don't worry, he's not gonna ruin your sweet little asshole." chuckled Bakugou. He didn't show that at all, but he just wanted to move as fast as possible. The way your walls squeezed his cock was making him crazy. 

 That's when it hit you and you started thrashing around, only to be stopped by Hitoshi's death grip that was most definitely going to leave bruises.

 "I know what you're thinking, but your hole won't rip if you take two cocks at once." he assured, slowly lining up with your entrance from behind, and then leaning against your ear. "And even if it does, do I look like a give a shit?" With that, he slowly slid in, making you scream around the gag. Grabbing onto Katsuki’s shoulders, you dug your nails into causing him to groan. 

 Shinsou never ever tried shit like that, even when he invited Kaminari to join and spice things up.

 When he was fully in he stopped, letting you adjust. You couldn't help but draw short breaths through your nose, trying to get adjusted to being stretched out so so much. You felt so full, that you couldn't even think clearly. 

 The boys waited another moment, until they started moving, slowly and evenly at first, but then taking different rhythms, making it feel so much better.

 Shinsou played with your breasts, softly caressing your skin with his lips, calling you kitten, love and babe while thrusting slowly and deeply. 

 Bakugou, on the other hand, circled fast circles onto your clit with the pads of his fingers, shouting at you all these profanities, calling you a cock-hungry slut, a bitch and all that, while his thrusts were shallow and piercingly quick, sometimes deeper.

 Both boys groaned and it still hurt, but the pain was forming into mind-clouding, hot pleasure and you moaned into the gag, when you felt Shinsou tug at your collar, making you let out a choke at which, his thrusts got faster. 

 The bundle of pleasure was once again beggining to pool at the bottom of your belly, white dots painting your vision, their thrusts and dirty words taking you into a whole new level of pleasure. 

 They came almost at the same time, painting your inner walls with their hot seed, and you came soon after, stars dotting your vision, eyes rolling back, breathing deeply, slumping back to Shinsou's chest, trying to not close your eyes. 

 They didn't pull out just yet and their hot cum was beggining to spill out, at which, Shinsou groaned. 

 "Pull out." he ordered to Bakugou and the other male groaned at the displeasure. 

 "Fuck off." he answered, not following his orders.

 "Pull out or I'll never ever even consider inviting you to one of our little sessions." growled Shinsou and you squeezed on their cocks, making them slightly growl. "I might as well invite Kaminari or Midorya." 

 Just from hearing the latter name, Bakugou's brows furrowed and he hesitantly pulled out, leaving you with only Shinsou's cock. 

 He somehow still having the energy and was hard once again. Shinsou pushed you on all fours and fucked their mixed seed into you, making you moan around the gag. 

 Bakugou got under you, lifting his head up, taking off the nipple clamps to suck on your sensitive nipples and that's when you realised that oh, this was far from over. 

 You were stupid for thinking that they would satisfy themselves with just sticking both of their cocks into your tight little hole.

 The rest of the evening was just them switching between who got to fuck you and arguing about it, until they just took the gag out and after that you couldn't even tell who's cock it was in your mouth and who's in your hole. You didn't really care, you were too wasted to care.

 But even when you couldn't think straight anymore as you were shouting out their names mindessly, you still managed to think that this was the best punishment Shinsou had thought of yet.

 And somewhere, deep down, you hoped to be punished again and again and again.

comparing hand sizes with shinsou

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

tags: fluff, best friends, teasing

"your hands are so big…"

you mumbled as you pressed your palms against your best friend's hand, comparing the sizes of your two hands, while shinsou just leaned back and watched you, with an amused smile on his lips. 

"is this your way of subtly hinting that you want to hold my hand? because it’s quite cute…"

he teased, intertwining his fingers with you and pulling your hands closer towards him. 

shinsou as your boyfriend

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boyfriend!shinsou who wouldn’t hesitate to defend you if anyone decided to talk shit about you.

boyfriend!shinsou who would be a nervous wreck for the first year of your relationship, still trying to get used to the fact that you were his boyfriend.

boyfriend!shinsou who’s not the biggest fan of pda, but wouldn’t bat an eye when slipping an arm around your waist, his hand resting on your hip after he noticed someone eyeing you too much for his liking.

boyfriend!shinsou who would always remember to tell you he loved you before bed (at least when you go to bed), knowing that you needed verbal affection more than anything.

boyfriend!shinsou who would make sure you two went on a date at least once a week during your free time, wanting to spend as much time together as possible. (earning teasing from eijirou once he caught wind of this, receiving a through scolding from tenya.)

boyfriend!shinsou who goes to aizawa for advice when it comes to your relationship, seeing as he was the only person he trusted enough to do so. (shouto is a close second, but he didn’t want to take the chance that one of his nosey friends wouldn’t hear.)

boyfriend!shinsou who got the relationship talk from aizawa about you, as if he was your dad instead of shinsou’s.

boyfriend!shinsou who sneaks into your dorm room in the middle of the night when he can’t sleep, finding that he has no trouble sleeping when he’s in your arms. (cue scolding from tenya once he wakes up, seeing as he was your roommate.)

boyfriend!shinsou who is already planning your wedding 2 months into your relationship, along with how many cats you two will adopt when you move in together. (he’s dead set on 4, he doesn’t abide by the stupid rules of how many pets he can have.)

boyfriend!shinsou who pays diligent attention to your likes and interests, determined to make sure every gift that he gives you is top tier. (he could give you a rock for your birthday and you would be happy.)

boyfriend!shinsou who proudly tells people you’re dating, not caring about how people wonder “why you would date shinsou out of everyone”. (he has to hold you back from plummeting them into the ground when you catch wind of their comments, much to your dismay. you’d gladly get expelled from defending his honor.)

boyfriend!shinsou who is astronomically down bad for you, and isn’t afraid to admit it.

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It's Shinsou loving hours bois

A/n: Have these hcs I made at crackhead hours.

Pic ain't mine. ((This is kind of a sequel to the procrastinating s/o thing.))

It's fucking illegal for someone to look this adorable honestly

You think he has the right to look cute??? While he crochets matching cat styled sweaters??? Unbelievable.

This boy had no right, no special access to attack you like this. Not when you have a butt-ton of homework to do

Teachers really be like that when all you wanna do is hug yo bf till he drowns ;((

I love him so fucking much you don't even know,,,, anyway

You're creepin around the corner, peering at him from behind the wall like the dork that you are.

You literally slid down to the floor from the sheer amount of love that was rudely shoved down your throat

(un)luckily, Koda just happened to trot by you, tail in the air like the little prince that he is 👑

Quickly snatching the poor unsuspecting kitty, you began to ((gently)) squeeze him into a hug

's a good thing he decided to have mercy on the Lovestruck Fool and just kinda purred in content ((it's you, you're the Lovestruck Fool))

Crap you're blushing???? Little squeaks leaving your mouth too

Shit shit shit

"Koda. Koda." You spun the little prince around, giving him an Accusing Look

"You couldn't even give me a warning of some kind?? Why didn't you tell me he's capable of looking this attractive??? Now how the hell am I gonna face him without looking like a tomato???"

You're gently swaying Koda from side to side, just kinda. Whisper shouting at him.

"You know what, I'm not actually sure if I can do this to you, but you seem to be enjoying this thing. Look at you, you're purring up a storm!"

Suddenly, you feel an arm plop on the top of your head, a gravelly voice chiming from behind.

"Yeah, he's like that sometimes. Now, what's this about you looking like a tomato?"

Freezing, you slowly shifted to look at Shinsou Hitoshi himself lazily peering behind the wall you had your back against to

Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit

Can the earth spontaneously open up under you and swallow you whole? You wished it could.

They walk In on you changing

Characters: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, hitoshi shinsou, tamaki amajiki

Warnings: suggestive, nudity,

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Izuku Midoriya

After training for a couple of hours you were now sweaty, cold and tired so at the moment a nice hot bath sounded like heaven so that exactly what you did but you were ment to study with midoriya which had slipped your mind and so when he walked in you almost had heart attack and back the looks of it he actually had one.

You were drying your and your hair after having a bath and hadn't yet got any clothes on just as you were about to grab some clothes you heard your door open and close

"Hi y/n, I hope your ready to stud-"

He stopped talking when he looked over at you his mouth now ajar as he stared at your body and you were to horrified to move and yiu were both like that for a good 3 minutes before you started yelling and throwing stuff which he ran out dropping his stuff but not before banging his head into the door forgetting to open it.

So let's say it was a pretty awkward study session because you could see him glancing back and forth at your tits

Katsuki Bakugo

You were sat at lunch when someone had spilt water all over your top and not saying anything you ran away your dorm embarrassed and wet but unknowing to you a certain blonde wasn't far behind

You were now only in your bra and your skirt was halfway down your legs when bakugo walked in "oi are you alright you...ran off..." his words trailed off when he saw you while you was turning red

"woooww I never realized how good your body look n/n" he was obviously smirking and that just made you turn more red before you started yelling at him to get out and throwing pillow at him while the whole time he was crackling and walked out

Hitoshi shinsou

You were on a walk with him before you fell into a lake and you were now put pf a fresh nice shower about to get changed that was when shinsou walked in

"Hey y/n I wanted to come make sure your okay- oh sorry I didn't realise you were changing" and he walked straight back out with a red face he's a true gentleman.

Tamaki Amajiki

Poor bby passed out :(

Because you were now in your last year the teachers were pushing you to train longer and so you were now changing after training for 3 hours your body felt like it was on fire while you were changing

"y-y/n I won-wondering if you'd li- OH I'M SO SORRY" he screamed before attempting to run out the room before slamming into the walm due to the fact he covered his eyes

The next day he couldn't look at you without picturing your naked body which ending leading some more mature activities