SYNOPSIS — the strange unknown number you vented to about your crush ends up being your crush.
INCLUDES — college + modern au!, smau, crack, fluff, shinso is y/n's campus crush.
PART 02 ⸻ ROLES REVERSED VERSION
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NOTE — if you guys didn't get it, the 'diary entry' shinso wrote wasn't entirely made up bc he acc was staring at y/n LOL! i love his smartass.
He’s never actually cared about anyone, like ever. So when he does finally develop a crush on someone it's a full on crush. He’s whipped. Completely obsessed with you. And he’s okay with that. He’s made peace with it, and he’s not going to let this get away from him. Sure he hasn’t confessed yet but he plans on marrying you one day; And that’s saying a lot for him. Nonchalant final boss.
Izuku Midoriya - He fell first, you fell harder.
He’s really hyperaware of everyone around him. You’re not exempt from that. So of course he notices you. You ask about his notebook one day. So yeah, he’s going to develop a little crush on you. And eventually when he does grow a pair and confess to you you literally fall head over heels for this guy.
Denki Kaminari - He fell first and harder.
Dude is borderline obsessed. He’s in love. He doesn’t even need to work himself up, he’s fully confident in himself. He’d rather say he tried than see you fall in love with someone else. So when you do eventually start dating oh boy. He’s worshiping the ground you walk on. It’s kinda disgusting how in love he is. It's sickening.
Eijiro Kirishima - You fell first, he fell harder.
He’s such a sweetheart how can you not fall for him. It takes you a little while to work up the courage. But you make it there in the end. And luckily enough for you it works out. And he falls so in love with you, he’s literally never felt such strong emotions for someone. He shows you off to literally everyone.
Tenya Iida - you fell first and harder.
He’s a very self-controlled guy, if he does have a crush on you he’s silent about it. You’re the one confessing. He doesn’t seem to have the confidence or boldness for it. The two of you are content with the relationship. But you definitely fell way harder for him. You’re completely in love with him. Like in love. Head over heels.
Shoto Todoroki - you fell first, he fell harder.
You definitely had to corner him somewhere to tell him. He agrees to wanting to see where things go. And boy does he fall for you. He looks at you like you’ve hung the moon. He’s silent, sure. But you know how much he loves you, how much he’s willing to do for you. He keeps you away from his father as much as he can, and slowly introduces you to his family.
Hitoshi Shinso - he fell first and harder.
He’s the type to become utterly obsessed before even confessing. And once he does confess things spiral out of control. He’d never imagined himself in such a loving relationship. He worships you, talks about you constantly to anyone who’ll listen. He’s obsessed and you’re living for it. As obsessed as he is though, he does like keeping his relationship private.
Tamaki Amajiki - you fell first, he fell harder.
He’s shy. He tends to stick to himself, ignoring everyone around him. So to say he’s shocked when you confess is an understatement. But he’s noticed you in passing before. He thinks you’re pretty and Mirio says he needs to gain more confidence so he agrees to go out and boy does it spiral from there. He’s in love. IN LOVE.
Shota Aizawa - you fell first and harder.
You followed him around everywhere and tried to confess all the damn time. And he’d just walk off. He did have a crush on you, he just had been through so much that losing someone else close to him didn’t really sound fun yk. But eventually the two of you start dating and get married. But you’re still the one fully obsessed. And you’re okay with it. Because you know he loves you too.
Hawks - he fell first and harder.
He’s bold. He’ll publicly tell you how much he loves you. He has no shame. He’s so confident with himself that none of it bothers him. The media loves the “lover boy” persona. But it’s real. He keeps a hand on you 24/7, and literally does not leave your side ever. He's never had anyone love him before.
Dabi - he fell first, you fell harder.
He finds himself bumping into you and it’s love at first sight. And you just don’t really acknowledge it. Until one random Tuesday. And everything flips. You’re literally worshiping the ground he walks on. It’s some weird toxic relationship but it works for both of you. He's still inanely protective over you, but you reciprocate it tenfold.
Shigaraki - you fell first, he fell harder.
You somehow developed a crush on this thing. And worked up the courage to tell him. And needless to say NOBODY has ever liked him before so he becomes the ultimate simp. And it’s gross. But you’re happy. (Honestly giving discord mod x E-Kitten)
shinso is good at a lot of things. straight As, guitar, knowing exactly what to say that’ll get your thighs pressed together for friction. most would know him for his impeccably bad posture or his complimentary resting bitch face. of all the things you’ve known him for, his hands are probably your favourite.
being naturally good with his words, his physical talents are often left underestimated. it started when he invited you over to his place, to help pack his room for a big move. or maybe clean up his bookshelf. whatever it was, it ended with him seated on the edge of his bed while you sat next to him on the floor, looking up as his fingers skimmed over the guitar strings.
every now and then, his indigo eyes would furrow while he worked out a tune. at one point, maybe his tongue was stuck out. he could have been strumming the national anthem, and you’d have no way of knowing. your attention focused solely on his hands, and bow they moved across the strings, skilfully plucking each line, curling.
among the many things shinso is great at, he’s also very perceptive. which is why he has your clothes on the floor, allowing you to straddle his waist while he buried his index and middle finger into your soaked heat.
he has half a mind to laugh, watching your back arch when he circles your clit with his thumb. whatever he asked you to come over for is long forgotten.
“feel good, princess?” his voice deep, raspy, looking up at you while you catch your breath. you whine, and he feels his cock twitch underneath his sweatpants. he continues playing your pussy like an instrument, the music, of course, being your voice.
he develops a steady rhythm, pumping his two fingers in and out while chasing the feeling of you around him, knowing you’re close. he thinks, for a moment, of withdrawing his hands completely, letting you and your big, beautiful eyes lick his fingers clean, and then pulling you down onto his hard, throbbing dick. how he’d love to let you ride him, chase your own pleasure before deciding he doesn’t have the patience and thrusting up into you.
“fuck, hitoshi!” you half scream, and it pulls him back down. his fingers haven’t slowed in you. he can’t tell if he’s surprised that you said his first name, or that you came on his hands.
regardless, he rides out your orgasm, running his perfect fucking fingers between your folds before slowly withdrawing. his usual smartass mouth plasters a grin, a shit-eating one that would otherwise piss you off, had you not had the ride of your life off his hand alone.
﹙𖦞﹚ picture perfect, makeshift pillow, boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend, gtfo, kiss kiss, bf! hcs, bsf! katsuki, brothersbsf! katsuki, rival!katsuki, jealousy looks hot on him, eavesdropping, tease, rockstar bakugo, loverboy, brothers bsf! katsuki p. two, casual, jealous, pillow katsuki, ragebait, cuddling is hell & heaven, crushing! bakugo, boyfriend!katsuki, touch me, fantasize.
𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈
﹙𖦞﹚ touch me, high school sweethearts, drained, thirst tweets, hair curler.
𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈
﹙𖦞﹚ lights, camera, action.
𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐀 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀
﹙𖦞﹚ stupid cupid, do you want to touch me, I want you to touch me, opposites attract.
𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈
﹙𖦞﹚ pillow talk, the perfect pair, baby won't you touch me.
𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀
﹙𖦞﹚slut
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎
﹙𖦞﹚ angel kisses are coming !
𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈
﹙𖦞﹚laughing gas
𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐎
﹙𖦞﹚ angel kisses are coming !
𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔
﹙𖦞﹚vanilla baby
𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈
﹙𖦞﹚ angel kisses are coming !
𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈
﹙𖦞﹚ angel kisses are coming !
𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈
﹙𖦞﹚pornstar!keigo, sit, not hover.
𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐆𝐔𝐌
﹙𖦞﹚ angel kisses are coming !
𝐇𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀
﹙𖦞﹚ angel kisses are coming !
𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑.
﹙𖦞﹚ back to friends, touch starved, aftercare, dorm rooms, love bugs, kiss me, muscle man ver. one, muscle man ver. two, victoria's secret, like a virgin, satin, lace on lace, superstar, quirkless, positions.
no one bats an eye when you and hitoshi go your separate ways when you get to the bar. izuku's been waiting for him for the past fifteen minutes to get the game of billiards going and halfway through the car ride, you decided that you really needed a drink.
you're a private couple. you're independent. you don't need to be glued to each other's side or constantly checking in with one another when you're out- a nod from across the room, if anything.
the others don't notice, but tonight is different.
you've been arguing before you left your apartment. and in the cab. and right outside the bar. and in your text messages.
"damn, who the hell is that?" mina asks when you slammed your phone face down on the counter.
"no one." you wave off, "just my coworker being annoying."
you lean your elbow over your phone, and smile back at mina as she continues her story to your group, trying to ignore the previous text.
toshi poo: and don't ask for me when you get shitfaced im not dealing
you can hear his voice so clearly in your head. it's hard for you to not be visibly irritated, so you excuse yourself to the other side of the bar. you tell your friends that you'll be able to get the bartender's attention better from over here, but you really just needed a moment alone.
from across the room, you glance over at hitoshi crowded around the pool table with the others. he's leaning against the stick, smooshing his cheek against its smooth surface as he watches the others take their turns.
he looks good. he always does.
you release a huff of annoyance under your breath as you lean up against the counter. it's always a waiting game on a busy night like this. you wonder how long or how many drinks it'll be before you irish goodbye and call yourself a ride home.
you rest your chin in the heel of your palm, waiting for any bartender to make eye contact and signal for your order. it's loud. the girl next to you keeps leaning back and throwing her head back against your shoulder whenever she laughs. you can't get away from the mixture of cheap men's cologne that's been slapping you in the face since you walked in. spending the rest of the night in your bed sounds more and more enticing with every minute that passes.
you feel a tap on your shoulder and a hot breath of air against the shell of your ear.
"can i buy you a drink, sweetheart?"
your face immediately scrunches in discomfort. you reflexively lean away and turn your head to meet eyes with the stranger lingering over your shoulder.
"i'm good," you respond curtly.
"i insist." he urges. "c'mon, pretty thing like you deserve a free drink, right?"
"i can buy my own drinks, thanks." a half-lie, but you say confidently as you recall hitoshi's card saved in your phone.
you start to feel hot. if you weren't already overstimulated and having a bad night, this interaction had made it tenfold.
"if you won't let me buy you a drink, can i have your name then?"
you want to rub your face in your hands and scream.
"listen," you begin, "i'm not in the fucking mood to-"
after nearing the end of your patience, you almost swing when you feel an arm snake around your waist, pulling you away from the counter.
"hey baby. still waiting for a drink?"
you turn and see hitoshi, deadpanned as ever.
"oh." he nods to the man in front of you as if he didn't notice him standing uncomfortably close, "what's up, man?" he casually says, fingers digging into your side.
you want to roll your eyes, but the heat crawling up your neck only gets hotter.
you share the same deadpan expression as you watch the stranger finally take the blaring hint and scramble away.
hitoshi's grip doesn't let up. he pulls you to his front with both hands lazily resting on your hips.
"you. are. trouble," he leans in and whispers into your ear. "can't leave you alone for a fuckin' second.”
you look up at him through your lashes with an annoyed expression. he's sporting a shit eating grin knowing that you're still upset with him while simultaneously grateful for his intervention. you can tell your sour mood is nothing but entertaining for him.
"you're a piece of shit."
"i know."
hitoshi leans in and kisses you, trying to ease the tension. bitterness still lingers on his lips from his beer left at the pool table.
"and i know you're mad at me, but you're not allowed to go home with another man, alright?" he reaches up and runs his thumb across your chin, nudging you to look up at him, "still mine."
"what? pretty boy’s jealous?"
despite the lack of alcohol in your system and irritation with him from your fight earlier, you're buzzing from the closeness and shameless teasing with hitoshi.
the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, "you'd like that wouldn't you? fucking sadist."
you drag a finger down his chest, digging your nail into the fabric of his shirt. from behind him, you see a few of your friends glancing over at the rare instance of PDA from you two.
"what would that make you then?" you cock your head to the side.
bestfriend!Hitoshi who is also your roommate hears you using your vibrator one night, an awful trashy thing that doesn't make you come right. He needs to fix that. | wc: 1.9k
cw: f!reader, masturbation, a little dirty talk, use of vibrator
dividers by andromeda-graphics
The thin walls of your shared apartment with Hitoshi have always been a point of contention, but usually it was about the volume of the TV or the strumming of his guitar on a Saturday morning.
You and him had an otherwise comfortable coexistence for the last two years.
Up until one night, when your boring date lacked not only in personality but also in performance and left you pent up to deal with yourself.
Sometimes you need to take matters into your own hands, and that means getting your cheap plastic vibrator out of its last drawer jail. You hardly ever use it because it’s too loud and kinda junky, but desperate times call for more powerful stuff than fingers —or something like that.
After putting two heavy blankets and a pillow on top of your pelvis to be discreet, you turn on the two-mode toy and enjoy as quietly as you can an ever so slightly stinging orgasm.
The next morning you find Hitoshi leaning against the counter, sipping on his mug.
He looks as tired as ever, messy violet hair uncombed and sticking up in seven directions, but a glint flickers in his eyes as you enter the kitchen.
"Morning”, he says.
"Morning”, you mumble in a yawn, taking out your mug and reaching for the half-full pot of coffee.
He tilts towards you, his voice dropping to a playful whisper near your ear. "You know, I didn't realize you were into heavy machinery”.
You furrow your brows. First of all, he knows better than to make conversation before you have your coffee. And second, the heck?
"I— what?".
"That thing you powered on last night", a smirk tugs at his lips. "I could hear it from my room. I thought the plumbing was bursting for a second".
You nearly drop your mug, cheeks erupting in a shade of crimson.
A hearty chuckle rumbles in his chest. “I think you need permission from the landlord for putting up a construction site”.
"Shinso!", you hiss, slapping his arm though you’re already fighting a smile. "Shut up! It's... it's an old model”.
"First prototype, more likely", he chuckles, stepping back and heading to cookie jar on the table. "Just a heads up: next time you plan some leisure activities, let me know. I'll put on some noise-canceling headphones”.
The next few days are filled with relentless teasing because Hitoshi has the maturity of a four-year-old, apparently. You’re torn between matching it or setting your room on fire with yourself in it.
But one evening you return home and find a neatly wrapped package sitting on your bed with a sticky note attached.
For the sake of my sanity. And yours. — Hitoshi
You peel off the paper to reveal a brand new vibrator. It’s black with deep crimson stripes on the sides, sleek and of smooth silicone. You don’t even want to know how much it cost or how he got the money for it.
You just slowly, carefully, put it back in its box while your heartbeat pulses into your ears.
When you knock on the already open door of Hitoshi’s room the next night, you find him spread on the bed wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips. All the lights are off except for a small bedside lamp he’s keeping on to read his mystery novel.
He looks at you, one eyebrow raised. “Hi?”.
You stole one of his old sweatshirts, the baggy one he likes to wear on days where he needs comfort and a tent to disappear into. Its hem reaches just above your knee.
“Hi”.
You enter, sitting on the bed next to his side. Closeness and contact are nothing new for you, especially after years of teasing and pranks in closed proximity of this tiny hole you call home.
But something feels different tonight, Hitoshi can sense it in the charged air, tense in a way that’s stranger than usual. But not uncomfortable.
“Need something?”, he asks cautiously, setting the book aside ready for some kind of payback after all the jibes he made at your “equipment”.
“I wanted to say thank you”, you say, scooting closer. Reaching in the big pocket on the front of the hoodie, you pull out his gift to you.
He looks at the curved toy placed in front of him for a good thirty seconds, then back at you.
He’d be lying if he said the thought didn’t cross his mind, but it was shaped in the hope of hearing you again through the wall. Drywall safely separating your bodies so you wouldn’t see him jerking off for the nth time to the image of you, arched like a cat but now because of something he got for you... something that might make you think of him.
“How gracious”, it’s all he can say.
You grin watching him swallow, his fluster giving you confidence.
“I thought I could show you. How grateful I am”, you whisper, a hand slowly reaching to grip his thigh.
He blinks at least five times. “For real? Now?”
You simply tilt your head and giggle, out of nervousness but also fond disbelief.
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah”, he quickly sits up straight.
He reaches over to pull you into his lap, turning you around so that your back is now pressed against his chest.
It’s kinda awkward at first, in the way it always is when a line is being crossed or a dynamic changes. But lust has a way of making it all fade away, especially as he wraps his arms around you, hooking your legs outside his thighs to peel them apart so he can keep them open and enjoy the show with all the hunger of a man on the brink of starvation
When he slides his hands under the sweatshirt, slowly tracing up your inner thighs, he’s only half surprised to find nothing under it.
"Go on then”, his voice sends a cold shiver down your spine. “Make a mess for me”.
You let out a shaky breath, reaching for the toy. When you turn it on it basically purrs, so very quiet compared to the other, but vibrates so hard you jolt when it brushes over your clit.
"Oh god”, you whimper, your eyes squeezing shut. "Toshi, it's so much stronger".
The sensation is amplified by his presence. Having him behind you makes you painfully aware of the quick rise of his chest against your shoulder blades and the ridge of his cock growing on the small of your back.
"Had to get you something nice", he says in a low growl. “Glad it works”.
Hitoshi doesn’t just watch. He holds you so tight and when you arch your back on a moan his shoulder is right there to support your head.
He slides one palm under the hoodie and on your chest, splaying his hand on your ribcage before cupping your breast. He’s gentle at first, rolling the nipple until it pebbles between his fingers, but as you increase the speed of the vibration he starts to pinch and tug at it, making you hiss.
"Does that feel good?". His breath is hot against your ear.
"Yes! Yes, please —fuck!”, you almost sob as your body trembles.
You let the toy slide on your folds back and forth until the tip catches on your entrance, loudly gasping when it easily slips in.
“So that’s how you like it? Slow and teasing?”.
You feel his smile on your neck as presses soft kisses under you lobe.
“Yeah, but s’not enough”.
“Then what do you need, sugar?”. You’re getting more and more aroused as he talks, that low lilt coating your senses like a velvet drape.
"It f-feels s’good but I ca-can't ”, you huff, hips chasing the stimulation. "Need something to-to-"
Hitoshi’s fingers are quick to settle on your clit, circling and pinching it until you cry out his name and dig your fingers into his forearm, panting for air you can't take.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous”, he groans, following all your little shifts and rubbing his cock just above your ass, listening to every wet sound you pussy makes wishing it was him being buried that deep inside you.
“Thought about watching you so many times”, he chokes out. “And then you got off with that plastic abomination, all the little moans you tried to hide”.
Your hips jerk at the words, at the way he’s playing with your clit, at the pressure building so tight and so fast in your core.
Could it always have felt this good? All those times you did it by yourself, thinking about Hitoshi’s back as he played in the living room, or his thighs so big in his god awful cycling shorts.
“What did we do?”, you ask in a whine. “In your fantasy, what did we do?”.
“I slid the vibrator on your clit, to replace it with my tongue. Ate you out until you gushed, until you begged me to stop”, his voice is raspy with lust. “Ca-aah-me all over you, painted your chest and stomach and —fuck!— you looked so so pretty, kitten”.
He traps you on his shoulder as you turn your head over to him, needing that tongue in your mouth so desperately you could scream, and he hungrily kisses and licks all the whimpers falling from your lips.
It doesn’t take long to sense your exquisite needy whines getting higher and faster.
He pulls back, leaving your lips red and swollen, and finds a sensitive spot on your neck.
"Toshi, I'm gonna", the words die on your tongue as his teeth sink in your skin in with a sharp, sudden bite.
Jolting with a shriek, the shock of the pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure sends you spiraling and white stars dance behind your eyelids. He keeps you there as your orgasm hits, squeezing hard around the toy with a scream that echoes through the apartment.
He keeps sucking on your neck until a mark blooms, until you can’t handle the aftershocks anymore.
As the tremors slowly subside, he doesn’t let you go. He keeps you tightly pressed against him, his tongue gently soothing the stinging in your neck.
He takes your hand, the one still between your thighs, in his. He places them on your tummy and gently pushes, watching the toy slide out of you and quietly fall on the bed. It buzzes softly, twitching all glossy and dripping with your arousal.
Hitoshi wants to put it in your mouth and make you suck it dry.
He wants to put it in his mouth and suck it dry.
He wants to kiss you after to let you taste yourself on his tongue and fuck the toy right back into you to make you come at least two more times. Maybe three if he gets to free his dick from the sticky confinement of his sweatpants.
You stir in his hold, bringing him back to reality as you sigh with knitted brows.
“My head hurts”, you grumble.
Hitoshi takes a deep breath. Then two more.
“It’s because you came hard on something classy and modern, kitten”, he says, voice still husky.
He probably just dug his grave with this stunt, but it’s too late to go back now. Not that he wants to, anyway. And after this, he’ll have all the time in the world to unravel you with every part of him you’ll allow.
“You’ll get used to it”. As he sweetly rubs your temples and kisses all over your cheeks, he smiles to himself.
“You know, we might have to deal with some noise complaints from now on”.
Tiredly tilting your head, you smile up at him and his implication.
“About time we became the bad neighbors”.
