#shinso imagine

[veenxys]

「BNHA Boys reacting to you falling asleep on them for the first time」

⤷ Bakugou

when he feels the soft thud on his shoulder, he’s all serious, but inside he’s melting completely and he feels his heart speeding up in his chest. but his first thought is that his shoulder is probably not comfortable enough for you; as cautiously as possible, he shifts you so that your head rests in his lap. silently silences anyone trying to make loud noises or talk loudly around you while stroking your hair or resting his arm around your waist; small gestures to show you that he is protecting you, and that you are safe with him.

⤷ Deku he would be a little surprised, but he wouldn’t show it. he’s used to demonstrations of love from you, but this was something that took him by surprise. he nudges you to open your eyes and he tells you to lie on his lap where it’s most comfortable. you do and he brushes your hair out of your face and gives your temple a kiss before putting his jacket over you.

⤷ Kirishima he would be the first to pull you into bed with him, but he wouldn’t expect you to go to sleep so quickly. maybe it was the tiredness after a long day, maybe it was the fact that it was late at night or maybe it’s his body heat that was so appealing and you can’t resist sleeping. he smiles hugely when he sees you sleeping on him; he admires you for a few seconds before pulling you even closer to him and kissing your forehead while whispering “good night my love”

⤷ Todoroki he acts calm, but his heart is melting so hard at the feel of you so close to him. he moves a little to a more comfortable position for you and whispers things like “it’s okay baby, you can rest now”. he holds your hand and he can’t help but smile shyly when you finally fall asleep on him.

⤷ Denki he would be bursting with happiness when you lie on his lap, but all he shows is an excited smile and twinkling eyes. he leans down and leaves a kiss on your forehead and your lips before making sure you’re comfortable, then he starts stroking your hair the way you like to help you sleep well. when you finally fall asleep, he punches the air as silently and quietly as possible because he doesn’t want to wake you up, but he can’t hide his happiness.

⤷ Tamaki he would feel so warm and fuzzy inside, but on the outside he gets very nervous; he doesn’t want to bother you, but he knows that this position is not the best position for you to sleep, so he shifts position a little, trying his best not to wake you up. but he can’t, you step back a little and ask if it’s everything okay and if it’s not, you won’t do it again. he then quickly denies it, cheeks turning red as he tries to tell you to lie down again. you smile and lean into him again, and this time he just tries to relax; putting an arm around you and kissing the top of your head while making light caresses on your arm and waist.

⤷ Shinsou when he feels your head on his shoulder, he smiles softly and closes his eyes for a few seconds because the feeling of having you so close to him is so charming and pure for him. he puts the jacket over your shoulders and moves a little so you’re comfortable; he then intertwines his arm with yours and holds your hand, stroking lightly with his thumb as he rests his head on yours.

⤷ Hawks silently gushes as he tries his best to stay still. puts a blanket or a jacket over you so that you’re warm. if there are his friends or family around, he tries to get their attention then points at you while looking at them, partly to let them know you’re sleeping so keep the noises down, but mostly because he wants to brag how adorable you look. takes pictures and short videos to show you later.

⤷ Dabi he’ll never admit it, but he’d spend a lot of time just admiring you. there’s something so pure and genuine about feeling comfortable enough to sleep on a person and he feels something so warm and loving growing in his chest when he thinks you trust him that way. he also makes sure you’re covered and comfortable and he snuggles closer to you so the two of you can nap together.

⤷ Shigaraki

when you lie on his chest, he freezes for a while, not knowing what to do. you put your arm around his waist and snuggle into his body heat; he doesn’t admit it, but allows himself to melt when he sees you sleeping. your slow, soft breath against his skin makes him relax. he gently wraps an arm around you and caresses your arm with his fingers.

#— fluffvember! ♡ #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki fluff #dabi x reder #dabi imagine #dabi fluff #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #deku x reader #deku imagine #deku fluff #kirishima imagine #kirishima x reader #denki x reader #denki imagine #shinso x reader #shinso imagine #shinso fluff #hawks x reader #hawks imagine #hawks fluff #tamaki x reader #tamaki imagine

[doumadono]

It's 3:30 AM on Sinful Sunday and I'm up thinking about how I need to request you write a DOM as FUCK Shinsou with his rope bunny, that he refers to as kitten. Possible mind break? MAYBE quirk play involved (:

Props if he calls them Good Boy and cuddles them at the end <3

Warnings: aged-up Shinso, dom!Shinso, slight degradation

SINFUL SUNDAY

In the obscure recesses of an exclusive underground club, the atmosphere thickens with an electric tension as Shinsou takes center stage.

The flickering candlelight casts shadows on the dimly lit room, setting the stage for an intimate performance where he will unravel both your body and mind.

"Kitten," he addresses you, his voice a velvety command that resonates through the clandestine space. The air is charged with anticipation as he approaches, a predatory aura surrounding him. "Tonight, you're mine to mold, my canvas for a masterpiece of pleasure."

His quirk, an enigmatic force, dances around the edges of your consciousness, a subtle whisper weaving into the fabric of your thoughts. "Relinquish control, my dear," he suggests, his fingers trailing along your jawline with a tantalizing touch. "Let me guide you through the corridors of ecstasy."

Each knot adorning your body is deliberate, a testament to his expertise in the art of restraint. "You'll find freedom in submission, kitten," he purrs, his eyes locking onto yours, the intensity of his gaze further enhancing the effect of his quirk.

As the ropes tighten, he leans in, lips brushing against your ear. "Feel the power of surrender," he whispers, his words both an invitation and a command. "I'll make you crave the sweet surrender of your will."

You're on a leather sofa, totally bare and open for him. You can't move because of the restraints, and he commanded you to obey. Your instinct kicks in, thanks to his quirk that sown submission in your mind.

His mouth quickly finds its way to your cunny, tirelessly teasing your sensitive clit. He laps, and laps, and laps, his tongue moving skillfully up and down your slit.

Your moans fill the air as you shiver, and two of his fingers begin to sink within your pussy.

Hitoshi gazes up at your face, contorted in pleasure - eyes rolled back, lips parted, and tongue hanging out. You're on the verge of passing out already.

Shinsou gives your wet pussy a few firm slaps. "No," he states sternly, his tone icy. "I want you to watch as I eat your pussy out. If you look away, there will be consequences."

"Y-yes, master," you whimper, your voice barely recognizable, and you're unsure if the words escaped your lips or if they lingered only in your mind.

He resumes nibbling and sucking on your folds, gently nibbling your lips, eliciting moans from you.

In an instant, you go from lying on the sofa to kneeling, hands tied behind your back. Shinso takes you forcefully from behind, your head pressed against the leather cushion.

He gives your ass a firm spanks, occasionally gripping the soft flesh, pulling you closer to his groins by it. His dick reaches deep inside you, and he praises, "That's it, little kitten, you're doing so well, obeying me perfectly."

Suddenly, all you hear in your head is Hitoshi's sweet, sultry voice softly saying, "moan louder," and you comply, sounding somewhat like a distressed bitch in heat. "Shinso! Master! Yes! You're making me feel so divine! Yes, please! Please, degrade me!"

"If you ask so nicely, kitten," he says, giving your ass a firm spank. He thrusts more intensely, his hips pistoning into you as he's reaching under you to slap your clit. "You're my little bitch, a cheap whore, just good in spreading your legs for me, yeah?"

"Yes, master!" you whine through clenched teeth. Your shoulders ache from the uncomfortable position, and you're pretty certain there will be bruises on your wrists from the tight ropes.

Shinsou's dick throbs within you, and he withdraws, his cock adorned with droplets of your runny, white juices. "On your knees, kitten," he commands, and you obediently follow his directive.

The violet-haired man jerks his dick fast, grunting and gasping while spreading your essence all over his lengthy shaft. He slaps your face with his free hand. "Open your fucking mouth."

Once more, you follow his command, finding yourself completely unable to refuse.

With a deep, throaty grunt, he reaches climax, releasing on your face. His semen sprays all over your nose, lips, chin, and forehead, painting your face white. Shinsou hissed, softly tracing the outlines of your lips with his thumb. "What does a good girl say, hmm?"

Softly licking his cum from your lips, you meet his gaze and whisper, "Thank you, master."

#doumadonos sinful sunday 🔥 #sinful sunday #anime smut #shinso x reader #shinso smut #shinso hitoshi smut #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi smut #mha smut #bnha smut #aged up characters #shinso scenario #hitoshi shinso imagine #shinso imagine

[ykwrites]

Fwb- Hitoshi Shinso x reader

Pairing: Shinso x reader

Warnings: descriptions of sx, smut.

Rating: NSFW mdni.

MASTERLIST

NOTE: This post is part of my friends with benefits mha series of smaus. (PART1, PART2, PART3, PART4)

#mha scenario #bnha scenario #bnha headcanons #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #mha smau #shinso x reader smau #shinso scenario #shinso smut #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinso imagine #shinso imagine #shinso smau

[zorosbeau33]

Behind the Curtain~ Shinso Hitoshi BNHA/MHA Drabble

❖ MHA/BNHA, Shinso x gender neutral reader

❖ Timestamp/drabble, fluff

❖ No trigger warnings other than if mentions of alcohol and gambling

❖ wc: 421

❖ @atiny-piratequeen ❖ Masterlist ❖

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

All characters and people in this au are aged up college or more~

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Hitoshi was not expecting it, not just a concert…they wanted more than just a concert? A whole casino bar and lounge?! Wasn’t this ridiculous? What villain would fall for this? The answer surprised him, it was entirely a surprise but it seemed the scum could not resist the dark vibes and a supposed house-losing streak for the gambling tables on the second floor. What he was not anticipating was how gorgeous you looked decked out in harajuku-style clothes and mask. Standing off stage as your safety guard Hitoshi could hardly believe the level of criminals that filtered in and out of the doors that night to catch a glimpse of your stellar musical performance and have a crack at the delicious drinks and gambling. Some after night two were even comfortable enough to start cracking deals in the VIP lounge. And the cops were lapping up the information they were getting every night. 

Though he would if possible have had you safely behind the stage and behind the scenes with him then upfront twice a night. It didn’t matter how beautiful your voice was, or how easily the crooks played into your hands begging for dates. Knowing the person he had been in love with since school days was being fawned over and nearly, (they’d foiled two plots already) taken away by these dangerous entrepreneurs of darkness made his blood pressure almost unmanageably rise. Even now as you leapt back and darted towards him, Hitoshi’s heart beat didn’t slow. Using his voice modifier he was able to trick the drunk patron into answering him and freezing on stage, giving security-the cops undercover-catch him and take him down. Hitoshi didn’t pause to watch, rather following you backstage to your changing room. “You okay?” He asked, watching you shed your disguise and take deep calming breaths. Your triumphant smile and nod made him sigh and lean on the doorframe, a rueful smile sliding across his lips. Happy to listen to you babble about this helping you guys catch another villain! Honestly he wasn’t sure how many more nights of this his sanity could take, watching you play to a crowd that would kill you if they knew you were a hero. Besides how long before your wit and charm made someone fall as crazy in love with you as he was? Toying with his voice modulator, Hitoshi watched you, and wondered if tonight would be the night he’d finally ask you to go to that new cat cafe…but as a date at last.

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[amaya-writes]

Hii I’d like to request headcannons of shinsou with an extroverted s/o. Like she’s friends with everyone and she can make anyone warm up to her. Maybe make it angsts like if he calls her loud or something. It’s up to you ❤️

Notes: I haven't written for Shinsou in so long damn maybe I should write a drabble or something for him

Warnings: slight angst (more like hurt to comfort tbh, slight anime spoilers ig

Characters involved: Shinsou Hitoshi, mentions of other 1A and 1B students

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

The first time Shinsou met you, he thought your personality was suffocating.

It wasn't anything against you, but as he saw the way you bounced between friend groups so easily like an avid social butterfly just seemed to irk him. It didn't help matters that you were somehow on good terms with everyone, whether it be 1A or 1B.

The sight almost had him forcing himself not to like you, to not just be one of the dozens of people who got tricked by your bubbly personality and became just another name at the back of your mind.

He hated people like you, or at least, he thought he did.

It wasn't until his first session ended that Shinsou realised just why everyone seemed to like and care for you. It was because you cared for them.

You barely knew him, yet somehow as the class ended and everyone fawned over Midoriya and his injuries you seemed to almost automatically gravitate to the purple-haired boy standing against the back of the room as if he hoped for the wall to just eat him up.

It wasn't much, really. The two of you barely talked if at all and Shinsou found himself constantly contemplating whether he could get away with using his quirk to make you go away.

Yet as the days progressed and he became an official student of the UA hero program, Shinsou found that he had come to enjoy your company.

At first, he just thought of you as a bridge between him and the rest of the first years, someone who was on his side of the court, yet as time went on Shinsou found that he actually liked you.

The realisation had him immediately pushing you away in an attempt to convince himself that it wasn't true.

Shinsou the reclused socially awkward guy with the scary quirk falling for the one person who was basically his opposite? It was impossible.

People had already pointed out time and time again how weird it was to see the two of you together as friends since you were so different, so he couldn't begin to imagine what they would think if the two of you started to date.

Perhaps that was why he found himself getting unintentionally rude to you, saying things that had you getting quiet in a way that bothered him more than he would have liked to admit.

It was only after Aizawa knocked some sense into him by referencing his friendship with Hizashi that Shinsou finally seemed to realise how stupid he had been.

By then he thought it was too late. He had called you loud, annoying, and god knows what else even though he knew that was one thing you were insecure about: of being seen as a nuisance.

Once he realised how wrong he was, Shinsou couldn't help but blurt out a confession the next time he saw you.

The two of you moved forward quite easily from there. He apologised for being an asshole and your happy, bubbly nature seemed to return.

Shinsou might have been the one to ask you out, but you were often the one to take the wheels in your relationship and plan dates or initiate PDA.

In fact, as much as he didn't like admitting it, you were also the one to kiss him first after your second date.

Everything just seemed to fall together so easily with you.

He would help you with your schoolwork, you would help him with his quirk, he would make sure you didn't hang out with people who secretly didn't like you, you would make sure he hung out with people.

In fact, Shinsou had gotten so used to having you in his life that the first time the two of you fought he didn't know what to do with himself.

It was just a misunderstanding, yet even after such a small fight he found himself avoiding you for a bit.

The two of you moved forward from that, but he should have known then that once you had a real fight things wouldn't end well.

He had yelled at you. Like actually yelled while fat tears rolled down your face as you watched your boyfriend of almost a year tell you to go away and never see him again.

It's not like you had meant to break his mouth piece, and Aizawa had already gotten the support class to ensure that it would be fixed before the next day so he wouldn't miss any classes.

That day Shinsou realised why he didn't want to be friends with you in the start. Things just came easily to you. You were smart and pretty and knew how to talk to others but weren't overwhelmingly optimistic or annoying.

In Shinsou's eyes, you were perfect. He just hadn't realised that you thought the same about him too.

It was ironic how he hadn't realised it before. Of course, two people who were opposites would hate themselves and think the other was perfect. That was the way of the world.

Yet somehow, once he dropped by the 1-A dorms and saw you crying on the front step with Mina comforting you, Shinsou realised that he was wrong.

He didn't hate himself, in fact, he hadn't hated himself in a while. You made it impossible for him to think that way when you looked at him like he had placed the moon in the sky.

And Shinsou thought that way about you too, he had just never allowed himself to admit it.

That day, as the two of you cuddled up to each other and for once Shinsou was the one clinging onto you as he apologised sincerely, he realised that it didn't quite matter if you were opposites.

In fact, that was what made the two of you work.

You were like two halves of a whole, Yin and Yang that could only be completed with each other. He had just been too blind to realise it before.

#shinsou x y/n #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #shinsou fluff #shinsou angst #shinsou imagine #shinso x reader #shinso fluff #shinso imagine #shinso x you #shinso x y/n #shinso hitoshi #shinsou headcanons #shinsou hcs #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha fluff #bnha headcanons #bnha hcs #bnha shinso x reader #bnha shinso hitoshi

[nights-legacy]

MHA Masterlist #2

Had to make a second Masterlist!

Masterlist #1 Main Masterlist Requesting Guildlines

Smut=💦 Fluff=🌻 Angst=💢

~

I Don't Want You - Dabi 💦💢

Class 1A x Midoriya! Reader Headcanon 🌻

Who's Daughter? - Bakugou x Reader 🌻

Class 1A x Elemental Clone Quirk! Reader

Meeting My Hero - Bakugou Pt. 1 ~ Pt. 2 🌻

Remedies for Pesky Bites -- Aizawa & Hawks

Super Sonic Strength - Class 1A x Reader

Too Far - TodoDeku x Reader 💢🌻

Don't Mess with Our Girl- DabiHawks x Reader 💢🌻

How Would You Know Anymore?! - Aizawa x Sister!Reader 💢

What Agreement?! - Bakugou x Reader 💢🌻

Give You So Much More - All Might/ Toshinori Yagi 🌻

Lover Lost? - Spinner 💢

Long Locks & Soft Moments - Shiggy 🌻

#mha #mha imagines #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijiro #denki kaminari #izuku midoriya #shoto torodoki #iida tenya #dabi #shigaraki tomura #shinsou hitoshi #tamaki amakiji #hawks #bnha imagines #boku no hero academia #aizawa shouta #bakugou imagine #kirishima imagine #kaminari imagine #midoriya imagine #shinso imagine #aizawa imagine #dabi imagine #shigaraki imagine #todoroki imagine

[taones]

tw - flirting, good girl x bad boy, school setting but they are vv much 18+, suggestive, swearing

“How’s my favourite girl today?”

Your best friend tensed up from her seat in front of you. She had chosen to hide out in the stuffy school library to avoid exactly this. She had never been a huge fan of him, but his recent attempts to catch your attention had been grating on her nerves. The boy seemed obsessed with you, following you into the cafeteria and hanging around in the shop you frequented on your way home. Nothing but bad news followed him, and she needed to keep him away from her friend. You were a good student, perfect attendance and good grades - the last thing you needed was someone like him bringing you down. 

“Fuck off, she doesn’t want to talk to you” she huffed at the man, “you’re not her type”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the back of your chair. Goosebumps travelled up your body. The musky scent of his aftershave permeated the air around you, settling in your lungs like a cloud. If you could bask in that scent forever you would. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, tie loosely hung around it. Thin fabric did little to hide the muscle definition of his chest, slight but still very visible to you. And you couldn’t help but peer through the gap. His tan skin contrasted the crumpled white shirt beautifully. You felt your mouth go dry. 

“Hmm, I’m not too sure about that one” his voice rang out.

“She seems very interested”

You jumped slightly as his face was far closer to you than you realised. If you were to turn your head slightly, your noses would be just touching. A warm flush flooding your body. You gnawed at your fingernail, peering up at the man next to you through your eyelashes. He dropped his eyelid down in a quick wink and set his sights back on your fuming friend. 

“Why won’t you just leave us alone? She’s trying to study”

He tutted.

Next thing you knew the pressure of a wide hand was resting on your shoulder - making you freeze on your seat. The feeling of his warm, calloused palm on your shoulder did nothing to cool your feverish body and you tried desperately not to gasp. In through your nose, out through your mouth, you tried to remind yourself. You couldn’t let him fluster you - then he would be winning. 

A warm chuckle sounded from above you. The palm on your shoulder travelled towards your face, lithe fingers gripping your chin gently. He curled his index finger and dragged the knuckle up the soft skin of your throat. It was like you were frozen in place but your body was squirming under your uniform. His actions left you breathless and you couldn’t help but feel he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If the way his eyes trailed up your legs, thighs clenched together under your skirt, was any indication. Soft lips stretched into a smirk. 

Leaning forward once again, his eyes met yours under a piercing gaze. He let out a teasing coo in your direction. 

“Oh I'm sorry pretty girl, did I scare you?”

- ATSUMU, tsukki, oikawa, SUNA, tanaka (hear me out), kuroo, gojo, KOJIRO, adam, bakugou, SHINSOU, dabi

#haikyuu x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #jjk x reader #atsumu x reader #tsukishima x reader #oikawa x reader #suna x reader #tanaka x reader #kuroo x reader #gojo x reader #sk8 joe x reader #joe x reader #kojiro nanjo x reader #sk8 adam x reader #ainosuke shindo x reader #bakugou x reader #shinsou x reader #bakugo x reader #shinso x reader #dabi x reader #dabi imagine #bakugou imagine #shinsou imagine #bnha drabble #haikyuu drabble #jjk drabble #sk8 drabble #oikawa imagine

[agendercrisisx]

Hitoshi and denki- when ur so full with cum it squelches

They have already filled you with so many loads you can't keep track, but they're not anywhere near stopping. Shinsou pumps into you, as you moan and whimper every time his cock hits your g-spot. Denki stands besides you watching, moving his hand up and down his cock, but every time he gets close he stops. He is only gonna come in you. You need to be filled and breed like a good slut, so he saves every drop for your dripping hole.

Shinsou groans as he can feel himself getting closer, not explicitly working you towards you pleasure, but you're so damn close anyway. When you come around his cock, he can't help to release another load. Filling you up, pressing his hips even harder against your pussy, because he wants your womb to get filled, not just your pussy.

And then the boys switch places, Denki taking Shinsous' place, and now he's filling your dripping hole. Pushing their cum back in you with his cock, he's already so close, from the way he worked his cock. He busts another load in you, and you're so damn full. Your stomach bulging, and as Denki pulls out the cum inside you squelches. They sound has the boys exchanging a look and smirking. A look that says they're not even close to stopping. They're not gonna stop until your fucked dumb and breed properly.

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[uravichii]

4:17 AM ー shinsou hitoshi

genre: fluff, heavy comfort in the end, self-indulgent !!

cw: (1) mention of "ma'am" i'm so sorry it sounded cute i couldn't help it. that's the only gendered term here tho :') this is for all u tired smarty pants girlies im giving u a bf who'll stay up with u 😡

shinsou hitoshi's favorite thing to do is staying up with you throughout every single one of your all-nighters.

whether it's for an exam, a shit ton of homework, or a group project which, for some reason, you're finishing all by yourselfー he's plopped there on your bed, perfectly behaved and quiet as you threatened asked him to be.

when you ask him why he's so insistent on accompanying you during these ungodly hours when you can't even give him a scrap of your attention at all due to your heavy workload, he simply shrugs and says:

"'ts fine. can't sleep in my own room anyway." hitoshi's lips slightly curve into a smirk. "plus, i like watching over you. you pout when you're focusedー did you know that? cutest shit ever."

you roll your eyes as you turn back to your laptop, frowning at the heaps of unfinished work left. "well, if you bother me, i'm throwing you out of my room, alright?"

"yes, ma'am." he obliges. "coffee service is an exception though, right? back rubs too... if that's not a bother."

you whip your head back at him with tearful puppy eyes of gratitude. it's taking everything in you not to mount your boyfriend right now and pepper his face with little kisses.

he snorts at your adorable expression.

"stop. don't look at me like that. i'm gonna want to snuggle with you, and you won't get any work done." he chuckles softly as you swivel your chair back to your desk. "let me know if you want anything else."

a few hours and two cups of coffee later, he's still there, watching as you hunch over your desk, nimble fingers typing incessantly on your laptop with the occasional cursing of familiar names under your breathー he's guessing you're carrying a whole group project by yourself again.

he glances at the time on his phone, and being the ridiculously observant boyfriend that he is, he knows the exact second you're about to say:

"okay!" you hoist yourself up, slamming your hands on your desk. it doesn't startle your poor boyfriend anymore at this point.

"power nap?" he guesses.

"just for 20 minutes."

"alright, c'mere."

you collapse into his open arms, melting into him as he instinctively starts rubbing circles on your back. he peeks at your already closed eyes. "hey, you set a timer yet?"

your eyes snap open, "oh right." you pull out your phone and clumsily make a few taps before you toss it away, not even bothering to turn it off. "'kay done. g'night."

hitoshi glances at the bright screen. "uh. sorry to break it to you, y/n, but i don't think typing typing '430' on your calculator's gonna wake you up."

"fuck." you jolt up and grab your phone again.

hitoshi watches as you make a second attempt to set an alarm, which seems to have magically disappeared from your phone.

"that's... that's the calendar, babe."

and then another attempt,

"you're dialing 430?"

"well, i can't find the damnー" you shove the phone to him and whine, "you do it!"

he snickers before pulling you closer, caging you in his long limbs and obligingly pulling the phone from your hands "alright, alright. i'll wake you up. you just take a nap right here, hm?" he gently pats your cheek twice before kissing your forehead. hitoshi has always had a habit of babying you when you're all sleepy and snug like this.

he doesn't actually let the alarm go off. you're obviously exhausted, burnt out, and a tad irritatedー the last thing you ever need is having your power nap cut short with that god-awful noise.

instead, you're woken up by your boyfriend rhythmically smoothing his palm down your arm, planting featherlight kisses across your sleeping face.

"y/n. babe, wake up." he gently lifts you up until you're sat up on the bed, your back laid flat against his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. he props his chin on your shoulder and coos, "sleepyhead. c'mon, you can get all snuggly and cute with me when you're done. right now, you gotta get up and get that gorgeous brain working again. you're not done yet, are you?"

he presses one last kiss on your cheek before you eventually (and reluctantly) rise from the bed, dragging your languid feet across the floor until you reach your desk and start working again almost instantly.

you hear the pads of his feet across the hardwood floor as he walks over to you, draping his heavy arms around you and brushing his thumb against your shoulder, "coffee?"

you give him a tired smile in response.

this cycle repeats two more timesー you crawling in his arms for another power nap, him waking you up in the sweetest, most gentle way possible, and you rising from the bed like a zombie, getting increasingly worn out until you finally stop typing and pass everything barely on time.

you slip into hitoshi's arms again and nuzzle your face against his chest, "'t's done." you mumble, your exhaustion draining out your energy to even enunciate your words.

"really? that's good then." he strokes the back of your head, pulling you closer by your waist. "you okay?"

you instantly start weeping. "no, i'm so tired. i'm so fucking tired. i'm dying. i can't do this anymore. that group project took up so much of my time so i couldn't write my own essay well. i just bullshitted my way for the last two paragraphs. it's awful."

"hey, you never write anything awful, y/n. it's physically impossible for the y/n to write a bad sentence." he continues petting your head as he consoles you.

"i justー" you mumble, your voice muffled by his hoodie as you press your face against his chest, "i could've done a lot better if i had more time."

hitoshi sighs, soothingly rubbing circles on your back. he wishes people didn't expect so much of you. never mind how intelligent and reliable you areー he's sick of people exhausting you like this. aren't you tired, even a little bit, of people constantly taking more than what you can give?

hitoshi's lips pressed on the top of your head as he ponders.

"hey." he calls.

"hm?"

"what if i... extend the deadline for that essay? you know, 'convince' your teacher to set a more reasonable one."

you raise your head to meet his eyes. "what?"

he clears his throat, avoiding your concerned gaze, "what if i brainwashed your teacherー"

"no, i get what you were saying, but i don't think that's a good idea, hitoshi." you frown.

"look, if you're not on board with it, i won't force it. i can't help you with these essays, can i? no one writes as good as you, so i'm just trying to help in any way i can."

"but hitoshi, that's notー" a yawn interrupts your sentence, brimming your eyes with tears. you easily surrender to sleep and snuggle back on his chest, "yeah, you know what? do that. fuck them."

your uncaring teachers be damned. count in your group mates that may as well be dead weights too. sleep and your sweet boyfriend felt less irksome to think about. you'll worry about everything later.

hitoshi snorts at your easy submission, hugging your waist even tighter as he whispers sweetly in your ear, his voice deep and tired, "i love you." he presses a kiss behind your ear, "if only i was half as smart and brilliant as you, i would've helped you with these thingsー you know that, right? if i could write essays as well as you do and my talents were on par with yours, i would've helped you a lot more."

he lowers his head to peek at your adorable, sleepy face before attacking your cheek and neck with smooches, "but you write such beautiful sentencesー how do you do that? what's your secret?" you giggle, both from the validation and his loud smooches.

silence settles over you as you catch your breath from that burst of laughter. he gently strokes the back of your head, feeling comfort himself at the steady rise and fall of your chest against his.

a sleepy mumble of "i love you." was all you could utter to your boyfriend before you start to drift offー you'll coddle him in the morning when you have the energy.

hitoshi smooths your hair back and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. "i love you too. i'm proud of you, okay? if you ever feel like no one acknowledges how hard you work everyday, just know that i'm here, and i see you every single timeー i've never missed an all-nighter, have i?" he snickers, "no matter how delirious and insane you get during these hours, i'm always there."

you chuckle softly and sigh, brushing your thumb softly against his arm.

"hitoshi?"

"yeah? what is it?"

you pause in hesitation, but you say it anyway. hitoshi would love the idea more than you already do.

"what if you brainwashed my group mates too?"

hitoshi smirks proudly. this is when he knows you've been spending way too much time with him.

"give me their names first thing in the morning, babe. i got you."

special tag: this is for @escapenightmare who also recently carried a whole group project on her back gws <3

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[veenxys]

— sunflower vol. 6

pairing; guitarrist!shinso x florist!reader

genre; fluff !

cw: 5,7k

tw: cursing

for a moment, shinso felt lost.

all his senses were filled with the soft yet firm scent of the flowers, the unique coloring of each one standing out like gold as the afternoon sun’s rays reflected off their soft, eye-catching petals, as if each flower is putting on its own show of beauty and purity for those who want to observe them.

“you need help?”

he turns around, a little startled. he looks at you for a few seconds; hair tied up, eyes tired from a long day but vivid, as if you were eager to help him, and a slight smile on your face of welcome.

“i..uhm…” he scratches the back of his head, looking down at his feet. he swallows hard and looks at you again, “my mom is recovering from surgery, i wanted to give her some flowers but well i don’t know which one” he giggles shyly and you just smile sideways with him before asking for him to follow you.

at first he walks carefully so the guitar on his back doesn’t touch or ruin any plants, but his once preoccupied mind is now too busy thinking how stupid he was when you showed up. he should have spoken more slowly, perhaps more elegantly, perhaps more firmly. damn, he feels so embarrassed.

“well,” you say arranging some flowers in front of you and turning to him, “orchids or tulips can be a good match as they are beautiful and unique flowers; they are perfect for any situation” you say gently indicating the flowers in the corner. its vivid and cheerful colors that make anyone smile, and that’s when shinso feels his heart calm down; because all it took was one calm look from you to tell him he was overthinking it, and in that moment as you turned to talk about the plants, he didn’t feel so lost.

“daisies can also be a good idea! we also have lilies, roses…” you say while looking at each of the flowers, as if you were talking affectionately to them in your own little world.

you then look at him and smile, his gaze is shining as he admires each flower in front of him, but confusion is still present in those lavender eyes.

“want a personal opinion?”

“yea… sure”

“sunflowers. they represent joy and are so special for many reasons; they can beautify any place..” you gently point out the various sunflowers in the corner, bright and in perfect sync with each other as the wind gently sways their blooms, “i’m sure your mother will like it” you smile at him and it takes a few seconds to smile back.

“i know she’ll like it..” he smiles at you, as if to say he’s made up his mind. he then approaches the sunflowers and looks one by one, looking for the one with the most elegance and brightness; and then he picks up one that is more hidden, which surprises you a little.

you gently pick up the sunflowers from his hands and he watches you patiently. his head tilts subtly to the side as he memorizes every little detail; the color of the flowers contrasting with your hair and clothes, the delicacy of your hands as you hold the sunflower as if they were the most precious thing of all, the sky becoming an explosion of yellow, pink and orange, the scent of flowers. everything is so... unique. so beautiful.

“need anything else?” you ask as he follows you to the counter so you can place the flower on a pretty paper.

“actually.. is there any way you could write a 'get well' card?”

“of course! what’s your name?” you ask while looking for the prettiest card.

“hitoshi… shinso hitoshi..”

you then lean over the counter and gently write a genuine get well wish, signed with shinso's name. and, as you write, he can't help but look at you - your face of concentration, how quickly and in detail you write, a lock of your hair loose from your ponytail falling into your face and you pulling it out once, twice before to give up because you know it will fall on your face again. he smiles but tries to hide it when you're done and puts the card inside the flowers.

"here.." you hand him the flowers and smile in thanks when he pays you.

"thank you."

"come back anytime, hitoshi" you say with a smile as you wave at him before going to talk to another customer.

he freezes for a few seconds as if his feet are deceiving him, as if he doesn't really want to go, as if he wants to stay here, with you, in this immensity of flowers and colors and smells. but his cell phone rings, and that's when he realizes he has to go.

"shinso? ugh, shinso!"

he startles, giving a slight jump in his chair before turning his focus back to the bakugo in front of him.

"what's your problem? you were already late and now you're looking like an idiot while playing a different song than we had planned today"

he did it again. he thought of you again and forgot about reality.

"sorry.. had a busy day"

"give him a break, bakugo." kirishima says, exchanging a silent thousand word look with bakugo, "let's start over" he punches shinso lightly on the shoulder before walking back to his seat.

bakugo adjusts the mic while looking hard at hitoshi as if he says "if you make the same mistake again, i'll kill you"

and shinso just laughs nervously before tuning the guitar chords.

and then the music starts. the room once filled with teasing and a peaceful atmosphere quickly becomes full and cheerful; shinso closes his eyes as he plays the guitar like it's the last thing he does, letting the sound take over his whole being as if his soul is in every chord, as if his heart beats for every sound. but then, for a second that seems like an eternity, he sees your face; everything he sees, he sees you, and he feels every second and every sensation on his skin, from the flowers, the smell, your smile, your closeness. everything.

and as if in a distant dream, he hears bakugo stop singing, kirishima lower the loud drums, denki stop playing his bass and from afar he feels the atmosphere becoming subtly more different, more extraordinary as he plays the solo guitar; only the sound of the chords fills the room as if the guitar has a life of its own, as if he's putting on his own show while he thinks of you.

then, his heart slowly calms down, his breathing subtly returning to normal as his fingers soften on the guitar; and then he stops. and silence fills the room.

he slowly opens his eyes and frowns when he comes back to real life and notices the three boys staring at him with surprised eyes and mouths open.

"holy shit.." denki says, flashing a huge smile as he looks at shinso who lowers his head and runs his hands through his hair, finally scratching the back of his head as if he's ashamed of the work of art he's just made.

“you need to do this on our show, man. everyone will love this.. this was so freaking good” kirishima says as he excitedly walks over to shinso, making him laugh.

“i hate to admit it, but that was fucking good… where did you learn to do that?” bakugou says, acting like he doesn't care too much like the other boys but the glint in his eyes is enough to show he's so excited.

where did he learn it? he thinks for a few seconds and then he remembers you. it was you; the person who kindly attended him at the flower shop earlier with the most beautiful and brightest smile he had ever seen, the person who wished his mother well with so much genuineness and love in his heart he could feel, the person who said his name so much softly as if honey drips from your lips, the person he fell in love with at first sight but doesn't know its name; like in a bad cliche movie that he would stop watching in the first few seconds.

“..i don't know” was all he managed to say as denki and kirishima continued with the same excitement as before and bakugo cursed them both to hurry up and get back to training. and you were all he could think about for the rest of the day.

yes, he knows he is late. but he doesn't care because after all, his 'mother' always comes first.

he walks slowly in the flower shop but his eyes are agile to look for you; he knows where the sunflowers are and he knows he can go get them himself, but well, he wants to tip you. he sees you on your back next to the lilies, for a moment he's not sure it's you, but when his heart starts beating faster and butterflies start dancing in his stomach, he's sure it's you.

“hey” he says shyly as he puts his hands in his pockets.

you turn around and smile as beautiful as the flowers behind you.

“hi, hitoshi! it's good to see you again, how is your mother?” your look of curiosity but also of concern makes his heart melt a little in his chest.

"she is fine. recovering well”

"i'm glad to hear this. came by the sunflowers again?”

“yes, could you help me?”

“of course i do” you smile before taking off the dirt-stained gloves you were wearing and placing them next to the lilies you were tending. he silently admires it all and bites his lip to keep from smiling.

he follows you through the flowers until he finds the same sunflowers again; a small colorful forest with a sweet smell and a unique atmosphere. this time he doesn't stay behind you, he stays by your side and sighs deeply as his eyes roam in detail each flower.

"this.. is perfect" he takes the sunflower by himself and admires for a few seconds the flower that is so beautiful and unique that it seems to be fake. he holds it so carefully - the same way you held it for him last time.

you smile and ask him to follow you to the counter, just like you did the last two times he was here; he hands you the flower and you wrap it carefully in paper. he looks intently at you and just realizes he was staring too hard when you need to ask him twice if he wants a card. you know what he will answer, but you need to ask.

“oh yes… it's for my mom again, she's not 100% good.." he said while avoiding your gaze.

“oh sure. hope she gets better soon” you say more to yourself than to him as you look for a card to match the color of the flowers. you lean over the counter and then you start writing and, like last time, he can't take his eyes off you.

he bites his lip to keep from smiling as he watches you do all the work; give the change of money, pack the flower, place the card and finally give it to him.

“thanks for the preference, hitoshi”

“it's me who thank you..” he looks at your chest where your name is written on the apron, “y/n”

he lowers his head and looks at you again before saying a soft “bye” and leaving, leaving you lost in the mix of his scent and the flowers, leaving you lost in him.

"something's wrong..." denki says as he pretends to be thinking deeply as if it's a math problem he needs to solve.

"what are you talking about?" bakugo asks not really caring much as he puts the mic in place.

“shinso… there's something wrong with him”

“why?” bakugo was already losing patience.

“damn look at him! he is different; more smiling, more inattentive and seems like... more nervous. have you seen how he got here? smiling as if he had won the lottery but at the same time… nervous. i don't know he's just weird"

bakugo looks at denki for a few seconds but looks away without replying or commenting on his thoughts.

"why don't we follow him?" kirishima says out of nowhere, causing denki to turn to him with a smile on his face as he gives a thumbs up, a gesture that kirishima repeats. denki and kirishima's smile is so big like they've just come up with the best idea ever and he can't wait to execute it and damn, bakugo hates them.

"fuck off.." bakugo says, more tired than ever. "for what? it doesn't matter to us"

“actually it does matter, he's playing great as fuck and i need to know why and how…” denki turns to bakugo with a 'isn't that obvious?' face.

bakugo rolls his eyes but it's no use, because denki and kirishima are already creating theories about what's going on as they try not so discreetly to follow shinso. he tries to get them to shut up for the third time in a row because they are talking too loudly, but when the three of them turn forward again, they lose sight of shinso.

the three of them mutter something before denki and kirishima walk more hastily, peering carefully into each and every shop as they look for a tall purple-haired boy with a guitar on his back. bakugou rolls his eyes as the two boys look at him as if it's a silent cry for him to help them find shinso. he didn't want to be here, they know that, and he also didn't want to believe that shinso was in the flower shop that none of the three of them even looked at because it was too unlikely a place.

but well, here he was, chatting casually as if he didn't have band rehearsal in a few minutes. they had never seen shinso like this, which leaves the three of them surprised and paralyzed; he was smiling, hectic, confident but scared. they've never seen anyone like that before.

“wait..is that y/n?” denki asks, squinting as if to make sure of the obvious.

“oh my, yes it is..but where do they know shinso from?” kirishima asks.

“well, we go to the same school as shinso..it must be from there”

the two almost let out high-pitched screams as they look at each other as bakugo grabs them by the shirt collar, pulling them away from the flower shop entrance, "he's coming you assholes" bakugo says as they turn their backs to the entrance as they try to blend in with some others people who passed by. kirishima curses and denki grumbles, but when the three look back shinso was already walking not so hastily while holding a bouquet in his hands, they couldn't see which flower but they knew shinso was in love with.

what should they do now? follow shinso and find out who that bouquet was for or go into the flower shop and talk to their old classmate who managed to make shinso smile so hugely it made them sick to their stomachs?

the three look at each other but kirishima takes the lead, making the decision for everyone.

“oh, hey, y/n! it's been so long!" he says casually as he wraps you in a tight hug, the one that always made you hit his chest while cursing him for being too strong.

“hey,” you say a little breathlessly as he pulls away from you, “hey you guys, it's been so long since i've seen you!” your smile is bright and captivating, which makes denki and kirishima smile back.

"we don't have all day.. where do you know shinso from?" bakugo says dry and fast.

“first good afternoon bakugo, how are you? how's your day going? second, go fuck yourself”

you say and the two boys laugh, making bakugo roll his eyes, “why do you want to know that?”

"uhm.. i don't know if we can tell now.. just answer us... please" denki says before bakugo can open his mouth.

you take a deep breath, taking off your gloves smeared with wet dirt and some small green leaves.

“well… he's my friend. he started coming here a while ago to buy flowers for his mother who had had a surgery.. by the way is she okay?”

the boys look at each other, a silent question floating in the air.

"well yes she is, it's been a while since she had this surgery.. and it was no big deal, she's recovered-" bakugou covers denki's mouth with his hand.

"and the flowers he buys... are they for her?"

"yes. he asks me to make her a get well card every time.. he is really considerate” you say the last words more to yourself than to the three boys in front of you as you try to hide a soft smile from breaking into yours lips. you shake your head as if coming out of your daydream, “what were you saying, denki?”

"anything. he wouldn't say anything.” bakugo interrupts before denki could speak again. “actually… we would like to invite you to our show”

denki and kirishima look at each other but smile at you; and something in their smile made you a little scared.

“you know, we're forming a band now. and i think it would be cool if you went to see shinso play; he would appreciate it very much”

"oh yes, he told me about the band..but he didn't tell me about the show"

“he must have forgotten,” kirishima says as she puts an arm around you, “you know him, he's kind of slow” you hit him lightly on the stomach and he grimaces.

“alright, i'll go. just send me the time and address" your tone of voice is casual and your face peaceful, but in reality you feel your heart beating in your throat.

kirishima quickly took his phone out of his pocket and texted you with all the information you needed. bakugo ruffled your hair in farewell and denki and kirishima looked at you expectantly, and in that moment you knew you needed to go to that show, not just for you, but for shinso.

it was hot in there.

you took off your jacket as you walked slowly through the underground bar the boys would play while trying to look for a familiar face.

the atmosphere of the place was indescribable; a mixture of excitement at the sight of the small stage set up in the corner, with its bright fixtures and a not-so-bright but not-so-dark spotlight. people from different places and histories would gather there for drinks that would probably give them a headache tomorrow, but now none of that mattered.

you sit at the bar, putting your jacket on your lap while ordering something to drink from the bar guy who promptly leaves to make your drink and, before you can take a second to assimilate so much information and noise pollution from loud music and people talking and laughing, a woman sits next to you.

she wore a dark cardigan and tucked it around her body as she sat down, she just lifted her finger as if ordering another drink and the bartender smirked at her and nodded as he placed your drink in front of you.

you take a sip, feeling the sweet drink burn your throat and stomach; you try to hide a grimace but you can't help but press your lips together.

“oh i loved this drink at your age,” the woman starts talking with a genuine smile on her lips and suddenly all your attention goes to her, “i don't really like it these days..but part of me is happy to know it's my son's favourite, it brings back good memories”

you smile at her and she quickly returns it.

“to be honest, it's the first time i've had anything like this” you say casually as you looks at your drink, “but i can already say it's one of my favorites”

she smiles and looks at her glass again.

"you are alone?"

“uhm..yes, i think.i came to see my friends play” you look at the stage as you speak and look at her again; there's something so strangely familiar and comforting about her, as if you've seen her before.

"oh so you know my son?" you frown, "shinso, do you know him?" she smiles to herself.

and then you understand why she looks so familiar.

but what the hell was she doing here, looking so good and even drinking if a few days ago shinso bought her flowers because she was recovering from surgery?”

“yes, i know him! i'm look forward to seeing him play” you say excitedly as you brings the glass to your lips again. when you put the glass back on the counter, you find yourself asking “i'm sorry to bring up a sensitive topic, feel free to ignore it but.. are you feeling better from your surgery? shinso went to the flower shop where i work to buy flowers for you and i-"

“oh yes honey, i'm great. i don't know if i can call it surgery,” she laughs as she shakes her head, “it was just a minor medical procedure; i recovered the other day but you know shinso, always so attentive and kind.. i still keep the sunflowers he gave me, unfortunately they are dying but for me they will always be alive. and i suppose you made the card, right? that was very kind of you, thank you” she smiles widely and you smile back. but feeling the drink turn in your stomach.

if it was just a minor procedure, then why did shinso go to your flower shop every week? why did he always ask you to make a get-well card when his mother had already gotten better? and why didn't he give the other flowers to his mother? this is very wrong and confusing, but before you can think about it anymore the lights in the bar dim, giving full focus to the small stage in the corner.

and the boys come in one by one and settle into their seats, and then you see shinso; he wore a simple black blouse that marked his chest a little too much, a few small and large tattoos down his left arm, and a few silver rings glinting on his fingers as he tuned his guitar. he takes a deep breath and while one hand holds the guitar, the other goes to his knee, he gives a light squeeze with his eyes closed and when he opens them, he runs his hand through his hair.

his eyes roam around the bar; encountering familiar faces he struggled to smile gently through the anxiety and unfamiliar faces he quickly looked away. and then he saw his mother, and his smile grew. she smiled widely and waved at him as a reminder of “i'm here!” and then he smiled; the kind of smile that you close your eyes and feel your heart flutter with joy, the kind of smile that makes you smile back.

and that's when he saw you, and he didn't know what to do. his heart was a mixture of joy and nervousness, his smile happy but confused, the world disappearing around him as he looked at you and only you, but all that disappeared from his veins to give way to fear and sadness; you were there, beside his mother, and the two of you seemed to have met. you probably figured out his lie and his smile faded to a face of shock as he swallowed, he shouldn't have done that, he knows, but he couldn't help it.

the show started and he couldn't look at you again; constantly distracting his eyes between the guitar and his feet tapping lightly to the chords he played so easily. he swallows and closes his eyes briefly, but he misses a chord and his anxiety goes into overdrive. bakugo continues singing as if nothing has happened but he knows he has been stressed, they trained for weeks for this and no failure would be tolerated, neither for his anxiety nor for bakugo.

but no matter how much he tries to ignore it, he still feels the weight of your gaze on him and against his will, his eyes are quick to meet yours; he expected to see some hint of anger at his lie, or something like surprise or irony that he'd missed a chord, but all he found there was love. you were looking at him the same way you looked at him the first, second and third time he went to buy flowers, nothing changed in your gaze and in your admiration for him and he could see it in the way you smiled hugely, as if you were so proud and happy to see him there.

he felt his heart tighten and accelerate in his chest and he smiled back, finding in your smile a reason to give his best tonight, and that's what he did.

his nimble and talented guitar fingers made people clap or talk about how good he is, but he didn't care because all he thought about at that moment was you; he pictured himself playing for you, he pictured your encouraging smile, he pictured you throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug at the end of a song, he pictured you, he saw you, he needed you.

they didn't play much that night, but it was enough to leave the small audience yearning for more; each had such a unique and special talent as if the boys had been made to meet at some point in their lives. while people clapped or shouted, he looked at you as you applauded him with a huge bright smile on your face, hands clasping tightly to the guitar as if the instrument were the only thing keeping him sane at that moment, as if holding him in real life and not letting him float in the immensity of his thoughts. he sighs deeply and lets a relieved, affectionate smile escape his lips. he did it, and it was for you.

after the show and after the nerves had calmed down, the boys started to spread out around the bar after leaving their instruments in place. shinso stares at his guitar for a few seconds, what is he going to say to you? how will he explain to you? he doesn't know, but he does know that the overwhelming need to talk to you grows with every second inside him, and before he can think of anything else, he feels a hand on his arm.

you smile, "hey"

"hey.." he presses his lips together and puts his hands in his pockets, not knowing what to say.

"you were amazing today" your tone was genuine even though it was a little louder than usual due to the noise of the people around, which made him feel out of place. he grimaces like he doesn't understand what you say and before you can repeat he gently takes your wrist and gives you a sympathetic look and you quickly realize what he means. he takes you to the back of the bar and opens a door, leading to a small garden overlooking the road; yellow lamps hanging from a long wire that covered the whole place, making everything even more calm and cozy.

the cold wind welcomes you with a hug as he waits for you to go through the door first, you hug your body as you take small steps forward, looking at the lamps above you as shinso closes the door; the incessant rumble of conversation, laughter, glasses of toast and 90s rock music could still be heard muffled behind you. you turn and look at him who runs his hands through his hair and then scratches the back of his head.

you know he's confused and lost and anxious, and you hate to see him like that.

“you must be wondering why i came, right?” he looks at you and his eyes widen a little, as if you've read his mind. "well, denki invited me. i didn't know you were doing a show this weekend and i confess i was a little upset that you didn't invite me"

“i’m sorry” his voice is low but you know he meant it, “i didn't know you wanted to come.”

“of course i did, shinso. you are my friend and i had told you once that i wanted to hear you play.. do you remember that day? when i asked you about why you always carried a guitar on your back? it was that day. that you bought the prettiest sunflowers i've ever seen... and well, i met your mom, she's adorable.” you say the last sentence in a playful tone but deep down, deep down you were hurt.

why did he lie to you?

he lowers his head and then looks at you.

silence fills the atmosphere and you both stare at each other for a few seconds before shinso leans against the small fence that was there, “look… my mom had a medical procedure yes and i took the flowers to her the first time, but … fuck i couldn't help it i started thinking about you all the time i kept looking at the little card with your handwriting and even the happy face you put in the corner. i couldn't stop thinking about you or the flowers or on your face of concentration as you wrote the note.. that's why i kept coming back; for you.”

his confession comes so easily from his lips that you startle; but his mind was a whirlwind of feelings, thoughts, scenarios... everything. but in that moment he just surrendered to the moment, letting his emotions speak louder because he knew he wouldn't have a moment like this again and, if he did, he wouldn't be able to say everything that's been stored inside him for so long.

you smile, a smile that turns into a laugh. you run your hand through your hair and say something like “how crazy” while laughing to yourself. shinso freezes in place, not knowing what to think or say.

“they stopped delivering sunflowers to the flower shop a while ago... sunflowers were always left out there; everyone preferred orchids or roses. and when you bought that sunflower that's when i knew these flowers are as special as any other.. i reserve them for you, because i knew you would come back. rarely when someone came to buy it i said we didn't have it or something, because i was waiting for you...” your last words come out low as you play with your fingers, not knowing what to say next .

he is silent, and all you can hear is the muffled noise of the people inside. you take a deep breath and before you know it, he stops in front of you; he gently lifts your chin with one finger and takes a lock of your hair and puts it behind your ear, his thumb strokes your cheek so lightly it tickles you, you smile and he continues with his mouth slightly open, your eyes bright as you look closely at every detail of your face. his hand slides to the back of your neck and holds you for a few seconds before moving closer.

“i always knew it was you”

and then you kiss him, because honestly, he was taking too long.

his free hand goes to your waist and pulls you closer to him, leaving light grips and caresses that made you melt against him. one hand of yours went to the back of his neck, slowly stroking his soft hair - which made him shiver - while your other hand went to his chest; his heart was so racing and strong that you couldn't help but smile during the kiss and god, he didn't know this night could get any more perfect. he was so loving and gentle and careful with you, as if you were made of glass and he was taking all the care in the world not to break you.

you separate but he doesn’t get tired of you, he leaves a soft peck in the corner of your mouth; he takes your face with both hands and begins to spread affectionate pecks, some quick and others long on your lips while saying something like “you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do this” and you can’t help but smile as your hands instinctively hold his wrists affectionately as he enjoys every second of you. he smiles too and gives you one last peck before walking away.

“i don’t want us to be apart anymore. ever.” he says, leaning his forehead against yours. he closes his eyes and just enjoys this moment; completely surrendering to your warmth and love that floats silently through the atmosphere, leaving the two of you trapped in your own little world.

“you know i'm not going anywhere” your voice is low but he knows you said it with your heart. you stroke the hair on the back of his neck and he sighs against you before whispering against your lips “could this be something more?”

you smile against him; a happy but at the same time silly smile as if he’d just said the silliest thing ever.

“i don’t think we were just friends.. we were always something more.” he is silent, remembering and experiencing in his skin all the small but special moments he spent by your side; buying flowers, telling your random things about his life, or just watching you do your work.

“will you come to all my shows?” he asks playfully while pulling his face away from yours a little so he can see you better, but still holding you so close to him.

“only if you give me sunflowers.. with very sappy cards, you know?”

he laughs, throwing his head back and staring up at the starry sky; giving a sincere smile as if thanking the universe for this moment, for every second, for you.

“i promise, my little sunflower.”

you smile and kiss him again, completely losing yourself in the labyrinth of his lips as the stars shine a little brighter above the two of you.

#bnha imagines #mha imagines #shinso x reader #shinso imagine #shinso fic #shinso fluff #shinso x y/n #shinso x you #shinsou fluff #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso imagine #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x y/n #bnha #mha #x reader #fanfiction #mha x reader #bnha x reader

[doumadono]

Ahh I actually caught it on Sinful Sunday for once?

Cool cool!

Can I get a Hitoshi Shinsou x AFAB reader where he is a vampire and has his first feeding, leading to them having sex? xx

Warnings: aged-up Shinso, vampire!Shinso, they/them pronouns for reader

SINFUL SUNDAY

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow on the ancient castle where Hitoshi Shinso, a centuries-old vampire, resided. Tonight was different for him, a night of significant change, as he stood at the threshold of their bedroom.

As he entered the dimly lit chamber, Shinso's eyes met theirs, a mixture of hunger and curiosity swirling within their depths. The air was charged with a palpable tension as he took a step closer, his fangs delicately grazing his lower lip. "Are you ready for this?" he inquired, his voice a velvety whisper that sent shivers down their spine.

They nodded, whispering "yes", a blend of nervousness and anticipation coursing through their veins. Shinso's gaze held an intensity that belied his calm exterior, and as he closed the distance between them, they could feel the ancient power that emanated from him.

Gently, he tilted their head to the side, exposing the vulnerable expanse of their neck. His breath, cool and intoxicating, brushed against their skin as he lingered for a moment, savoring the anticipation. With a careful precision, Shinso's fangs sank into their warm skin, and a fleeting sting was followed by a sensation that was both strange and strangely intimate. His lips sealed the wound, and as he fed, a quiet moan escaped him, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. His hands torn their nightgown, finsding their place, cradling their boobs.

The sensation was a symphony of pleasure and mild discomfort, a testament to the profound intimacy of this act.

Hitoshi drank with measured intent, each sip drawing forth a potent elixir that connected him to the very essence of their being. The exchange was a silent conversation, a dance of give and take that transcended the boundaries of the mundane.

The taste of their blood, a blend of sweetness and warmth, enveloped him in a sensory journey.

When he finally withdrew, the moonlight reflected in his eyes revealed a vulnerability, a glimpse into the complex emotions that accompanied this intimate exchange. The hushed stillness lingered, laden with the weight of a newfound connection forged in the elixir of the night.

A little trail of blood dripped down their exposed neck.

In that moment, the connection between them and Shinso deepened, a bond forged through this primal act. Shinso's centuries of existence seemed to merge with their essence, creating a unique link that transcended time. As he withdrew, he met their gaze once more, his eyes now holding a newfound warmth. "Thank you," he murmured, a rare vulnerability coloring his words.

Shinso pressed them against the wall, engaging in a passionate exchange of kisses. They responded eagerly, one leg traveling up his own. Between his legs, they felt his intense desire for them. Their eyes silently implored him to enter them, aware that openly begging was futile. It always happened on his terms and in his time, a waiting game that bordered on both pleasure and pain.

Silently and deliberately, he unbuttoned his trousers, and they felt it immediately - his blood-filled, swollen, diamond-hard dick pressed against their inner thigh. A gasp escaped them, their eyes locking with his steely gaze. Effortlessly, he lifted them up, their legs wrapping around his hips as his member forcefully slid into their wetness. Possession unfolded slowly, a mutual readiness evident as they enveloped him, a completion inevitable. "I need you so bad," he whispered, biting into their neck again, leaving them arching back, panting.

An ornately framed painting rattled against the wall as Shinso intensified his fervent pounding, the echoes of passion resonating through the room. Their moans escalated, a harmonious blend of pleasure and desperation, a plea for fulfillment from him. Their head rolled to the side, exposing the sensitive expanse of their throat, a reminder of the allure that drew him to them. Patiently, Hitoshi bided his time, thrusting into them with rhythmic repetition, asserting his dominance, making them unequivocally his. He didn't say a work - the only sound escaping his lips was heavy breathing. His gaze locked onto theirs, a visual tether as he claimed them his.

Driven by their hunger and his thirst, the thrusts gained power, the walls of their pussy closing in around him, an exquisite yet painful squeeze. Shinso's lascivious smile persisted, a manifestation of his desire to push deeper, demanding their immediate surrender.

The surrender came from deep within them, and brought a sense of gratification to Shinso that they endured this long. His fingers with sharp nails dug into the tender skin of their ass as he released his own cum. Their body trembled, yet he persisted in driving into them repeatedly — over and over and over — his seed spewing out, covering them both, and flowing down to find the cool marble floor below.

Shinso craved more from them. Lowering his face to their breasts, he continued his passionate assault on their pussy, forcefully drawing their buds into his mouth through the remnants of midnight lace adorning their voluptuous form. Screams of pleasure echoed as they reached climax once again, their nipples feeling the exquisite strain between his sharp fangs as his cock started growing hard withing their core again.

They clawed their nails across Shinso's broad shoulders, their grip descending to his neck and down his back. Amidst another crescendo of screams and convulsions, their body intertwined with Hitoshi's, he lowered his head to their throat, once again claiming the sweet liquid treasure which he had come for.

Shinso, consumed by a dark hunger, pressed them against the cold surface more, their pulsating warmth enticing him. As his sharp fangs sank into their delicate flesh yet again that night, the room echoed with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Their hot blood flowed, a forbidden elixir, and Shinso drank deeply, savoring the intoxicating taste, fucking their pussy harder.

As Shinso continued to drink, the air became charged with an eerie intensity, the lines between predator and prey blurred in the embrace of the night. The taste of their hot blood, a forbidden nectar, fueled the insatiable hunger within him, casting a dark allure over the twisted dance of pleasure and pain.

"You are mine," Hitoshi declared, cradling their chin between his index and forefinger. "My little plaything."

#doumadonos sinful sunday 🔥 #sinful sunday #anime smut #shinso x reader #shinso smut #shinso hitoshi smut #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi smut #mha smut #bnha smut #aged up characters #shinso scenario #hitoshi shinso imagine #shinso imagine

[angelltheninth]

Loved your Genshin men reactions when you walk in on them changing. Can I ask for the same but with Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, Kirishima and Shinso?

Sure Anon! I was looking for something sweet to write for BNHA anyways.

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya, Bakugo Katsuki, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Hitoshi Shinso x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, blushing, showing off, flirting, teasing, making out

A/N: Out of all of these I think Izuku was the most fun to write cause, well he's so adorable.

Izuku tries to cover up, face as red as a tomato, his eyes frantically looking for his uniform only to end up tripping and falling over on his back. He's even more embaressed when you come over to help him get up because he knows there's nowhere to hide from your eyes. Having put on a lot of muscle in his training he's still not quite used to people complimenting him for it. He better be soon because you're not gonna stop saying how good he looks without his shirt on.

There's not an embaressed bone in Bakugo's body when you're the one looking at him. Why not make it even huh? He'd love to see that, he'll even help you out. You do have class to get to, you're right, so he needs to get dressed doesn't he. But... you have time for a little kiss since you're already here don't you? You know damn well that when Bakugo says a little kiss he means a full make out session against the door where you can feel every inch of his muscular body pressed against yours.

Shoto may be a little shy at first, asking you to close the door quickly if you're gonna wait for him. It's not gonna take long so you can relax on his bed while he finishes up. He understands why you're nervous, he would be too if he walked in on your changing so he will make this quick. A little too quick. He got his buttons all wrong. He was just about to redo them when you're there instead, hands trembling as you unbutton each one, reveling his body once again and buttoning it back up, all the while the room gets both hot and cold due to his Quirk acting up from this intimacy.

Eijiro hardens his entire body when you come in. See he's not half naked if his body is... okay well, he is but now its less awkward right? If you're feeling uncomfortable you can wait outside but he has to drop his Quirk in order to get dressed or else he's gonna rip everything up. When you settle for just having your back turned he can't help but get a big smile as he reverts back to normal, walks up behind you and kisses your neck, right above the line of your uniform.

Shinso invites you into the room, telling you to close the door on your way in. This wasn't how he expected you to see him half naked but hey, he'll take it. Hm? On the upcoming trip to the beach of course. What were you thinking? Something lewd judging by that look on your face. How cute, his pretty girlfriend having naughty thoughts just from seeing him shirtless. You bet he's gonna be using this to tease you relentlessly. When you tell him to shut up he surprisingly agrees, but does it by walking over and kissing you.

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[zorosbeau33]

Time to be a hero~ MHA/BNHA Hitoshi Shinso Imagine

❖ MHA/BNHA Hitoshi Shinso, Hitoshi x gender neutral reader ❖ Imagine/Drabble, angst ❖ Tw: Blood, Fighting, ❖ wc: 820 ❖ Tags: @atiny-piratequeen ❖ Masterlist ❖

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

I hope you all enjoy it! Mwa~

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

A sneer tugged at his lips, hands lifting to shoulder level long fingers dropping his weapons. Both eyes focused on the villain's knife, tensing as it nears that all to blood-filled artery inches below the mandible. Hatred tinged his purple eyes, feet stalled against the dusty hallways linoleum flooring. 

“They’re not a threat to you, let them go…before you make your sentence an even longer one.” His tone was even, not a tremble in it as he kept his eyes focused on the villains half covered face. The villains emotions emulated Shinso’s it seemed as his golden eyes turned icy, narrowing as he let out a disgusted huff but no response. Shinso took one step closer while the other man took two back. “The cops already know Lucard, they’ll be arresting your buddies in your hide out as we speak. Other heroes have already taken down your friends…let them go and I’ll let you try to fight this out.”

Shinso didn’t know who had told the villain not answer him vocally, perhaps there was a mole on his side, but he had bigger things to worry about as Lucard pressed the knife down. Once again the hero stopped dead in his tracks, the pearly beads of red dripping down the silvered edge sending cold down his spine. Dammit, was his fleeting thought before he opened his mouth, speaking softly. Lucard hesitated back meeting a wall. Shinso did not risk it though his training with Aizawa screamed at him to use the split second to throw out his wraps in an attempt to yank the knife arm away from him. This villain had proved one too many times to have near supernaturally sharp reflexes, the fifty-fifty chance of who would move quicker was not one he could risk. 

“Just put the knife…down…” The low dry tone hummed out of his throat, hiding any of his internal desperation in this moment as he lowers his chin. He didn’t want to take risks, he didn’t LIKE to take risks. The adrenaline junkies were Sero, Kirishima and Monoma not him, but here he was dipping into that reservoir of internal strength, calculating exactly each of his next moves-CLATTER. The knife had hit the floor, all at once both men sprang into action. Lucard still not responding to a word Shinso was saying shoved away and booked it for the stairwell. He was fast, but Hitoshi had memorized the layout of this entire block of buildings. The only thing that slowed him down was throwing his wraps out to catch your falling body before you could limply crash to the ground. For the first time a growl of rage left him, and after you were down he vaulted the stairwell. 

Rolling as he hit the floor two stories below Shinso called out again to Lucard using his AVC mask, in the tone of Lucards best friend. Wide eyed the villain spun around desperately seeking his ally. That was all it took, and as Hitoshi took him down in one fell swoop the answer became obvious. Out of all the heroes to take this villain down he perhaps was the least effective, empathy moving through him despite his anger for the plight you had been placed through. Lucard could have fought him off, could have stopped him possibly. But at the sound of his friends voice the villain had turned and lifted his hands to sign a warning a plee for his friend to run away. Of course his quirk was useless here, Lucard was mute. 

The moment of empathy however was fleeting, once he was down Hitoshi’s next thoughts were of you. Hanging the villain up in a submission tie to keep him from running away Shinso took off running. Radioing their success as he rushed to your side, memory of the dripping red line upon your neck haunting his every moment. Nothing would stop him from scooping your limp form back up into his arms, it was time for a vacation. Aizawa was right he needed some time off and he intended to take however much he needed, so he could stand beside you and be yoru support as you recovered from this. 

You were strong he knew, a hero who would bounce back from this harrowing experience, but right now as he clung to your limp body and carried you to safety Hitoshi felt like even his gentle touch would shatter you like glass. He was so proud of you for holding out under the villains grasp for those few days. It was time, you could relax now this time he would be your hero. This story of your lives together was just beginning and he swore he would protect it with every fiber of his heart and soul. It was the right moment for the rolls to reverse, he was a pro now and it was his time to be a hero, your hero.

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[sugarlywhispers]

@hitoshisbf I KNOOOW, I'M ASHAMED OF MYSELF. SHINSOU DESERVES ALL THE BLOWJOBS I MEAN THE LOVE♡

Lool, here it is~ c;

When you decided to call your man as you walked home from work, knowing he was at the gym at that hour, you expected anything. Music, loud noises, even people talking loudly.

However, you weren't expecting... that.

A grunted moan, followed by, "Hey, gorgeous... ugh... how's your day? Mmh..."

You stopped walking, mind trying to comprehend what you just heard.

"Umm, good?" You knew your tone sounded more like a question than an affirmation, and so did him.

Shinsou Hitoshi laughed in a breath, followed by another pant and a mmh that now made you press your thighs together. "Are you asking me, baby? Fuck..." and the sound of dropping a big weight was heard.

The sudden thought of him doing those noises while laying over you, your legs around his slim waist and fingers grabbing his strong biceps, his dick so deep buried into you that the only coherent thought would be "more".

And now you were definitely clenching, in need of him.

You slapped yourself mentally to gather your thoughts back together. Looking around to see if anybody noticed your sudden hornyness for this man that was driving you crazy.

A hand slides throughout your locks as you resume your walking, "Shit... Sorry I called, I just wanted to ask if you want some fuck, shit, no, I mean, if you want tonight some dinner, EAT dinner at my place tonight?"

The grumbled of his breathed laugh was felt in your spine, traveling tour whole body even though he wasn't physically behind you, "You said tonight, twice." Another pant.

You gulped.

Jesus, this man was...

"Dinner and fuck, sounds like a plan to me, bub."

You almost tripped. "I didn't..."

"Oh, yes, you did... And I'm definitely gonna have my way with you," his voice sounded breathy, but his flirty tone was there. Torturing you like he always did.

Fuck. You want him so badly it's making you go insane.

You bit your lower lip looking around you to see if there's enough people paying attention or close enough to hear what you're about to say.

"If you can make those sounds again... you can have desert first."

You could picture his side smirk, breathy pants as he completely stops what he's doing, and said, "Deal."

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[tired-teacher-blog]

You once begged Shinsou to use his quirk on you during sex, and guide you through something that you were dying to try, but clueless as to how you should.

He flatly refused at first, as the odd request of controlling your actions did not sit right with him, but your continuous and annoying pleas broke his resolve until he finally agreed..

A few hours after, you plopped down on the comfy sofa centering your living room, laptop placed on the coffee table, and your poor boyfriend facepalming in embarrassment as he sat awkwardly by your side, while you carefully analysed the foutage you insisted on recording in order to document the experience.

_ "Aha! I see, so this is how it's supposed to go right? I think I'm confident enough to do it by myself next time."

_ "Please stop talking." and he was dying in shame for agreeing to take part in your brazen plan.

Shouto has always been greedy to use his quirk on you whenever in bed together.

He takes full advantage of his dual power and sometimes uses both sides of it at the same time.

He carefully warms up the fingers on his left hand to a pleasant temperature, before slowly stretching you out, and effectively increasing your pleasure.

Not only that, but he also uses his right hand in order to spread a delicious coolness on your breasts while taking his time to fondle and tease your nipples.

He is fascinated by the uncontrollable goosebumps spreading throughout your body, and the perk of your teats as they harden under his tremble inducing touch.

It's something that has proven -time and time again- to make you lose control and drive you over the edge in mere minutes.

Poor Kirishima is always betrayed by his own quirk whenever with you, a sign of excitement that he cannot hide or control.

It's something that you've noticed a while back when you casually placed a hand on his thigh as you sat comfortably to watch a movie one evening.

He flinched in surprise at first, but instantly relaxed afterwards. However, when you decided to run your hand up his leg and dangerously close to his crotch, the whole patch underneath your palm suddenly hardened, leaving you shocked and impressed at the same time.

You knew immediately that it was your effect, and from then onward, decided to take advantage of the discovery to your own enjoyment, brushing your fingers along his chest, or down the protruding pulse of his neck, just to feel that rock hard transformation appear.

Best part of it though, is when it happens while you're touching his cock, because then you'll just sit back with an amused smirk on your face as he hides his blush behind his hands and apologizes repeatedly while striving to control his quirk and have your hands back on him once more.

Dividers by @/saradika

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[luvbugs-blog]

(( if requests are open rn/okay)

Getting caught with the boys, Hitoshi Shinsou version? xx

getting caught with the mha boys - part 3

featuring: hitoshi shinsou

a/n: aged up characters!

warnings: just a lil spicy dicey. spoilers for a grey's anatomy episode.

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midterms were exhausting. it was a friday afternoon, and you were trudging back to your dorm to rot in your bed for a little bit. you barely had any time for yourself this week, choosing to lock yourself in your room or the library to prepare for all the tests. the late nights took a toll on you, so when you finally fall into bed, you almost want to take a nap. but you choose to scroll on tik tok instead, occasionally giggling at a funny one before sending it to your boyfriend.

oh. shinsou! you haven't seen him at all this week, as his test schedule happened to be when your free time was, and vice versa.

you would go visit him after taking some time to recharge. eventually, you do end up falling asleep, not waking up until the morning, weirdly warm. you blink, extremely tired despite sleeping for 10+ hours and shift in bed before hitting something hard. you whip around, heart pounding, to see your boyfriend leaning up against the headboard, smiling at whatever video he was watching. he glances over at you, before sending you a cheeky smile.

"finally up, kitten?"

"you freak! what are you doing in here?"

"i have an extra key."

"oh yeah." he sets his phone to the side and smirks at you.

"i missed you."

"i know, i'm sorry babe." he scoots closer to you, putting his leg over your hip and drawing you into his chest.

"well, we have time now." you smile, holding him close, nudging your nose to his.

"yes we do."

you didn't. just as your lips touched, his phone buzzed. the two of you jumped and he glanced at his phone before groaning loudly.

"what is it?"

"extra training with aizawa." he looked at you and you grinned.

"go on you big, lazy baby. i'll be here when you're done." he tucked some hair behind your ear before rolling over the bed, heading to training so he could get back to you.

but now that he left, you were twitchy, moving around the bed, feeling a bit anxious for him to come back. he had gotten you in the mood and then left. prick. you straighten up your room, clean your bathroom, and then decide to start an episode of grey's anatomy. at this point, you were relaxed again, and the door cracked open just as meredith placed her hand on the live bazooka in the guy's chest. locked in, you barely noticed as shinsou throws his shoes off and goes to take a shower in your bathroom.

he comes out in a towel and starts to crawl over to you, positioning himself over you. you push him aside, much to his displeasure, to watch meredith shakily put the live bazooka in the bomb squad guy's hand.

when the kisses start up your neck, you whine.

"baby, wait. this is interesting."

"i'm interesting."

but when meredith exists the O.R. to see the bomb squad blown up, shinou sits up.

"whoa."

you smirk. "told you it's totally interesting."

the ending credits play and you finally turn your attention to him. when you start kissing him now, he pays no attention as the next episode started playing.

"shinsou."

"no you're right. this is interesting."

"ugh." he smiles, still looking at the tv, and puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. but you are not going to wait another 40 minutes. your hand trails down his abs (and damn, they are defined) to the hair that peeks out from the top of his towel.

no reaction.

your hand doesn't stop, lightly touching the bulge under the towel. he hisses and grabs your shoulder tighter.

"what are you doing?"

"asking for attention."

"you needy baby."

you throw your leg over his lap, now straddling him, hands reaching to move his hair out of his eyes. his eyes travel back to the tv, but you grab his chin and forced him to look at you.

"pay attention to me," you whine.

he smirks.

"make me."

you do. you smash your lips onto his, swallowing his groans. your hands move up his chest and one links in his hair while the other claws at his back. he kisses back with fervor, and to throw him off his game, you grind down on him. his head falls back onto the headboard, and you take the chance to start sucking on his neck.

his hand goes to your hair, pulling him back. his lips part, ready to say something, when a loud pounding on your door has the two of you quickly breaking apart.

"SHUT THE HELL UP."

the both of you groan, and shinsou shouts,

"way to kill the mood!"

you hear, "DON'T CARE," as he stomps back to his room and slams the door. you totally forgot his was your neighbor.

oops.

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