#mha hitoshi

[sketchyvero]

Shinkami doodle!!!

[iscreamvanilla]

noise complaint

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”.

[rueclfer]

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.

"right where i want to be."

[ryoride]

vanilla baby ✮ hitoshi shinsou

✮ Boyfriend!Hitoshi!, fem!reader, timeskip!, fluff, men who yearn, physical affection, lingerie, light 18+ content

✮ synopsis: shinsou ruins the surprise.

Hitoshi's smirk slowly grew as he pulled back from the kiss. His eyes squinted as you batted your eyes innocently at him with a small hum of "Is something wrong?" as you reached into your purse for your key to his apartment.

"Nothing." He murmured, though he smacked his lips together, quickly darting his tongue out to taste the remnants of your lip gloss on his lips. "That's just... new." His hands snapped to your waist, leaving a teasing squeeze in their wake.

"What's new?" You glanced over your shoulder as he pulled your back against his chest with a soft huff.

"Don't act stupid; it's not cute on you." He whispered, rubbing his lips together again, before leaning down to leave a chaste kiss on the side of your throat as you opened the door, both of you ignoring the flush on your cheeks as he guided you inside effortlessly.

His hands were snug on the tight dress you'd worn on your date out, though they were rubbing your hips gently, almost searching for something in the dark.

"Toshi, quit it—we just got home."

"Mmm. I don't think so, my love." He mumbled into your skin, holding you steady as you kicked your heels off. "Three & a half years together, Y/N. Three years, and you've only ever used one lip gloss. That 'cotton candy gummy' gloss. What you're wearing is not cotton candy gummy."

He paused for a moment, letting you get comfortable with your heels flat on the floor before he pulled your hips back into his again. "Toshi, you're stalking my lip glosses now?" You teased, glancing over your shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around you.

The thick fabric of his blazer rubbed your arms as he ducked his face into the crook of your neck. "Not stalking when you kiss me so much." He whispered. "That's not cotton candy; it's vanilla... You smell like it, too."

"You're obsessive." You cooed, leaning into him as his lavender locks rubbed the side of your face.

"You're mine." He huffed, arms slipping tighter around you. "Of course I know what lip gloss & perfume you wear, so... what else did you buy?"

"Ah. That's what this is." You let out a sigh as his sleepy gaze met yours. "You cheeky, cheeky man, you think since I bought new perfume and lip gloss, I got something special?"

"Didn't you?" He rubbed the dress where it caught at your hips, softly plucking at the waistband of your panties. "Because these? They definitely feel new."

"You're a pervert." You hissed, gently swatting at his hands, face flushing as you smoothed out your dress again.

"Of course I am. Have you seen yourself?" He mumbled, carefully resting his hands on your shoulders as he guided you to the bedroom. "You're the most beautiful sight I've ever seen."

"Toshi—" You hushed before he placed a palm over your mouth, shutting you up instantly before kissing the crown of your head.

"Don't start, pretty girl. I'm sorry I ruined the surprise, but I promise I'll take care of you the same way I would have if I had been blindsided." He assured, resting his head atop yours. "Besides, I haven't seen the lingerie; the surprise is still there."

You curled your lips into the ghost of a smile before kissing his palm gently. "Ok, ok. Let me go." You mumbled into his skin as he slowly pulled back, brushing his thumb over your lips.

"Yes, ma'am." He teased, slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks as you motioned for him to sit on the bed. "Oh? Do I get a show too?"

"Don't be a smartass, Hitoshi." You grumbled, carefully unlacing the side of your dress, before letting the black fabric pile at your feet. Revealing the lavender set that'd been perfectly hidden from him the entire night.

He couldn't hide the genuine smile that hit him as he saw the color. "You matched it to my hair?" He whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully reaching forward and ghosting his fingers over the lace.

He admired the sight before hooking his arm around your waist, tugging you forward, and kissing the thin layer separating him from your skin. "You don't know how much that means to me... or how pretty you look like this."

"Oh... hush, Toshi." You mumbled, covering your face with your hands as he leaned into your stomach.

"Don't start hiding from me now." He grinned, pulling you into his lap quickly. "I've got to get you out of this." He tugged on the lingerie before capturing your lips in a feverish kiss. "But just know... I do think you look perfect right now."

"You're being embarrassing. Quit it." You hissed, blinking twice as he rested his forehead against yours. "Mm-hmm." He hummed.

"What're you going to do about it? Not my fault, you're addictive." He whispered, brushing one hand through your hair softly.

"Toshi—"

"No." He shushed you quickly. "Let me admire you for a minute."

"Only you would see a girl in lingerie and want to admire instead of ravage." You huffed, though softened as his gaze stayed unwavered.

"It's called self-control and being in love." He mused before leaning down and kissing your shoulder. "But be warned, the moment my self-control wavers? We're not leaving this bed for a whiiile."

You were in for it.

[snitchesgetnobitches]

Bloody mess

𓂃 How they act during your period

𓂃 Ft. Katsuki, Izuku, Shoto, Kirishima, Denki and Hitoshi

𓂃 Warnings: some characters may be oc, mention of period obv, mention of bleeding, cursing, characters are aged up

𓂃 Author’s note: the tittle makes me giggle, it’s really dumb sorry. It’s my first time making something like this hopefully it’s as good as the vision I had in mind. For Hitoshi and Katsuki’s part idk how to change the time but it’s all happening in the same day just few hours later or minutes later.

Dividers from @uzmacchiato

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[sugarwarachan]

voice kink - ft. hitoshi shinsou

it follows him around still, the stigma of his quirk. it normally doesn’t bother him, but when shinsou is in bed with someone, he’s careful with what he says, preferring to keep his mouth shut and announce his pleasure through grunts and sighs

that changes with you. you love his voice and its ability to command you, a level of trust he’s never had with anyone. he can voice every filthy thing he wants to do to you without reserve, without fear of judgment

the first time you tell him to use his quirk on you, he’s manhandling you onto the counter, one hand around your throat, "open wide, pretty" before he stuffs two fingers in your mouth

he wishes the fucked-out, glazed-over expression on your face didn’t make him as hard as it does, but fuck, the way your tongue laves over his fingers and sucks, the way you say "more, ‘toshi" can you blame him for tightening his grip?

laying you out on his bed, he’s whispering a litany of praise and degradation that makes you squirm, "go on, spread your legs for me, sweet thing, let me see how messy I already got this slutty pussy," has the nastiest little smirk when you whine and grab at his hands

"what’s the matter, pretty girl? needy for me, huh?" coats his fingers with your slick, relishing in every noise that falls from your mouth. "all this just from my voice?"

literally won’t put his cock in you until you’re trembling, big hands holding your hips down as he teases his length between your slippery folds—"beg for it"

[longlivetweezer]

hitoshi is hands down the type to never confess. it's obviously a no-brainer that he would never use his quirk on you without your knowledge—and that's exactly why he equally would never confess

he's perfectly happy just being friends with you for the rest of his life. it makes his whole week to be able to eat lunch with you and walk to class together, gets his chest all tight and warm and makes his nerves jumpy when you lean into him a little to laugh at something he said. when you come over to his house and forget to take your jacket home with you, he holds it when he falls asleep. every picture—that you insisted upon taking, by the way—is kept in a stack of dozens like it in his closet.

in those rare moments after school or during the weekend when you come over to hang out, eventually get tired while lying in bed with him, and shamelessly use him as a pillow to rest? he's on the moon. you're so soft and peaceful and he takes advantage of the moment to play with your hair gently, so you won't wake. the arm under your hip drags you a little closer, makes sure he's at his most comfortable human-pillow position for you as long as possible. his arm falls asleep a few minutes later, but that's alright

yeah, he's okay loving you from afar like this.