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Kirishima has always liked your boobs.
In anything you wear he’ll always manage to point out, “Your tits look great, babe!”
He sleeps with a hand in your shirt cupping one of your boobs. “For warmth, babe. It gets cold at night.” He says.
He lays his head on this when he sleeps or when your cuddling on the couch. “Wait, don’t wear a bra. It makes them less comfy.” He says.
During sex, he’s always got one nipple in his mouth. His hand playing with the other. “Fuck, baby. Love these tits so much.” He says.
One day, your lovely boyfriend came to you with a question.
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“Hey, baby.” Eijiro said, rolling over to lay in between your legs.
You dont reply, more focused on the book you were reading.
Eijiro huffed and shoved his head underneath your book and onto your stomach, causing the book to fall on his back.
“Ei!” You said, hoping you remember what page you were on.
“You weren’t listening to me.” He whined back.
You sighed and placed your book on your nightstand. You put your hands on either side of his face and gave him a light smile.
“I’m listening now. What do want?”
His finger fidgeted with the hen of your shirt as he thought about how to word this.
“Can I, uhm, suck on your boobs? Not in a sexual way though. Just for fun.” He said quickly before shoving his face under your shirt in embarrassment.
You raised your eyebrows. This wasn’t unexpected, but you never thought he would ask. You just thought he’d go for it one day.
“Uhm, yeah. I don’t see why not.” You replied, pulling his head from under your shirt.
Eijiro nodded and pulled down the top of your tank top to release one of your bare tits. Thankfully you didn’t wear a bra today. He hates those things.
He scooted himself closer to your chest and took your nipple in his mouth, his arms coming to rest around your waist.
One of your hands rubbed his thick hair while the other scratched his back.
He reminded you of a baby; gently suckling at your nipple with his eyes closed and his breathing slow.
You didn’t mind this. It felt good and he looked cute doing it.
After sometime, you realized Eijiros sucking become almost nonexistent and small snores could be heard from him. He had fell asleep.
You detached him from your boobs and pulled your shirt back up. You rested his head on your chest and went back to reading your book.
This became normal. He would do it while watching TV on the couch, or just laying in bed. He would come home from work on rough days and do it while you cooked. He’d do it in the shower, that one normally led to sex though.
And boy was he excited when you told him you were lactating after you got pregnant.
“Heaven in boobs.” He said.
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Kirishima hates the face he makes when he's about to orgasm, he obviously cannot see it for himself, true, but that's not the issue, it's actually the fact that -no matter how much he tries- he's never able to stop his eyes from rolling back into his skull as soon as he bursts his load, and for that split second when it happens, he's incapable of seeing your beautiful blissed out face, and it pisses him off.
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your breaths came out soft and slowly, his tongue and lips caressing your neck as he cuffed your boob softly. kissing your chest, he slowly moved down your body, your hands fingering through his hair.
his lips felt hot and needy against your body as he played with the band of your small night shorts. your small fingers brushed around his nipples, feeling his bigger hands start to slide your night shorts off your waist. his breaths were fast and needy against your skin.
“I’ve missed you so much, baby. Now take these off.”
| bakugou, deku, denki, kirishima
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Kirishima Eijiro, who's obsessed with eating your pussy from the back. Has a special body pillow just for you, to help you comfortably maintain your little arch as he kneels behind you, adoring your magnificent shape. Corse calloused hands gripping each side of your ass. Nails and fingers digging firmly into the flesh to split you down the middle, pulling your pussy lips apart to expose your hidden center like a peach. He's salivating, kissing your pucker asshole and down your taint before his tounge teases your pussy, so close to sliding in but not enough to give you the relief your craving as the tip collects the first strands of your sweet essence. Your impaitient whimpers only continuing to stir the tease inside him before his lips gracious latch upon your clit. You're going to get exactly what you asked for. And, you're not going anywhere until he finishes giving it to you.
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♡︎𝐓𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚♡︎
Day 16 of Kinktober 2022
Summary: he's always been obsessed with your tits.
Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!
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Kirishima Eijirou was a "tits over ass any day" kind of man. It seemed as if every ten seconds had him reaching up your shirt to manhandle one of his stressballs.
"They're just so... Squishy... -a-and soft-"
That's exactly what your boyfriend said when you asked why he was so enamoured with them. Once deep, scarlet hues are now reduced to a thin ring around wide pupils, and past swollen lips lie sharp teeth that you find yourself wanting embedded into your breasts.
You love his obsession with your breasts. You're proud of your body, the self love that you'd been teaching yourself rearing it's head and finding a way to the light. Although, Eijirou, the sweetheart that he is, just loves your breasts because they're yours.
He lays behind you on the couch while the TV plays a movie that neither of you are really paying all that much attention to. The light illuminates you both, setting the mood in the otherwise dark room, while Kirishima fondles your breast absent mindedly. He's just doing it for fun - just because it's there, really, but that doesn't explain the sudden twitch you feel at your lower back.
Oh.
"Hey babe, what's up?...
"I want-... I- I want-.… To fuck them..."
Sorry, what?
Surely he doesn't mean...
"You wanna fuck who, now?"
He just snorts and mumbles into the back of your neck, giving you goosebumps as you feel his chest rumble against your back.
"No, silly... I wanna fuck your tits..."
Huh. Well at least you're not stunned and confused anymore. Now your just stunned. The idea seems fun, and the thought does bring a familiar heat between your thighs. You just wonder what's brought this on.
In reality, he's always fantasized about fucking your tits. It's the very image that gets him off when you're not there to help him, but he's finally got the confidence to ask for it now.
"... Alright. I don't see why not~"
He's almost cries at the relief of not being rejected immediately, rolling on top of you before you can say anything against it. Suddenly, your chest is met with cold air as you're stripped of your shirt, your bare breasts being massaged and pushed together.
He just loves to squeeze and play with them, though he wastes no time unzipping his fly and pushing down his pants. His cock, already at full mast, is an angry red at the tip, leaking precum all over his hand while he moans and shivers, staring at your tits like a man hypnotised.
You slowly push your tits together for him, giving him a teasing smirk as he practically drools, too aroused to be his usual, gentlemanly self. In seconds, he's kneeling over you with a hungry look in his eyes, pressing his cock between the little valley between your breasts, groaning at the contact. Pleasure shoots up his spine as his head is flung back, his eyes tearing up and his hips rutting shakily.
Each time the little head peaks out from the top of your breasts you reward it with a lick, and he practically falls apart exactly like you wanted him to. He's never came so quickly in his life, but you don't mind even as your face and chest is smeared in his spend.
He almost faints.
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He just looks so good in the mornings.
Flaming locks of red hair down, mouth full from the toothpaste foam that he scrubs at, his sweatpants low on his hips to reveal just the smallest slip of the band of his boxers. His eyes sleepily blink at himself, but widen and curve into a smile as you slowly creep into the bathroom to be with him.
“Hey beautiful,” he hums, voice warbled behind the toothbrush and paste. “You’re up early, ain’t ya?”
“It was cold,” you pout, your arms wrapping lowly around his waist as you burrow into the muscles of his back. Seemingly second nature, his free hand rests on top of yours, fingers nudging to lace affectionately in your sleepy grip. “Hate when you leave so early…”
“I know, momma,” he hums, bending down slightly to spit the frothed toothpaste in the sink. “But’ll only be for a few hours; I’ll come home as soon as I can.”
“But that’s too long,” you whine. His back shakes as he chuckles, bouncing you slightly, and you do your best to hide the smile that wants to break out over your face.
“You can be a good girl for me, yeah?” He says, gently bringing the hand he’s holding closer to his face. “I’ll grab some nice dinner for us on my way home, have a quiet night in?” Lips plant a kiss to your soft knuckles, and you smile as the kisses turn into little pecks over all of your fingers, gingerly extending them so he may kiss the pads.
“Your stubble is wild today,” you snort, fingers curling slightly under the tickle of the coarse hairs.
He snorts and gently lets go of your hand, “fuck, I know.” The hand once holding yours scratching over the grate of his cheeks, “gotta shave this shit before I go- I forget you’re not used to seein’ my five o’clock shadow.”
“It’s hot,” you purr, and this makes the glimmer in his eyes turn playful, and the lips on his face turn to a smirk.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“How hot is it?” He murmurs, leaning down to rest his face in the crook of your neck. You squeal and toss your arms around his shoulders, giggling softly with the feeling of his stubble raking over the thin skin of your neck. You mewl and burrow into the warm muscles as he lets his hands wander lovingly.
“Hot enough where you should call out and be with me,” you murmur, relishing in the way his chest rumbles with laughter. "Hot enough where I'm officially pissed you shave it every morning. Hot enough where I want you to throw me on the-"
"Okay," he interrupts, smirking all the same. "Point taken. You like my stubble."
You scoff and lean up to kiss him again, another chance at savoring the coarse hairs on his jaw and cheeks.
"'Like it?' My love, it's damned delicious."
You say nothing else as you spin on your heel, leaving him alone in the brightness in the bathroom to linger on your words.
You smirk into your cup of tea when he comes out unshaven.
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A/N: I saw a head cannon once that said Kirishima wants like six kids and it never left my mind.
Your husband gives you those eyes again. The fourth time this has happened. "Hey. No. No. No. Stop it! We are not having another one!"
Eijiro lets out a hushed, but dramatic whine, as he leans over his six month old daughters crib. "But she needs a sister," He pouts and you scoff at him.
"She already has two older brothers." You reason as you lead him out of the nursery and shut the door softly. He follows at your heels, grabbing your waist from behind. His large, very much pro-hero frame presses up against you and like usual, you are trapped in it. He leans down and begins leave small kisses along your neck.
"But isn't she so cute? Cmon we already have three, how hard could one more be?" He purrs and you sigh in his hold.
"Easy for you to say. I don't wanna go through another nine months of hell." He chuckles at you, vibrations go up your spine at it.
"But you look so pretty pregnant."
"You are a pervert."
"Only for my beautiful wife and the mother of my children."
You look over at the door just across the hall. The room your three and five year old share. You hear their hushed giggles, trying not to caught past bedtime and smile.
"You really want another one?" He twirls you around, forcing you to look up at him and grins, pressing his lips to yours.
Eijiro, after a long moment, peels himself away and whispers dreamily, "Yes. Or two or three more..." You lightly punch him and he laughs.
"Alright, one more. But that's it Eijiro!" He lifts you up effortlessly and twirls you around, just like he did the other three times. You giggle and he kisses you again.
He begins to walk backwards, leading you toward the entrance of your bedroom. "Alright. One more. For now...."
You raise your eyebrows at him and pull away dramatically. "Never mind. I take it back. We are getting you a vasectomy." You push him out of the room and shut the door in his face.
He gasps and whisper yells, trying not to wake his daughter. "Babe, I'm just joking! Cmon don't be like this! I need to be in the room if we want another baby!"
After a couple second of his pleading, you give in. You giggle in triumph before swiftly opening the door and dragging him in toward the bed.
With the years to come, you guys compromised. Which meant that the two of you had five children. Even then, Eijiro still tried to ask for another. He was not successful.
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Eijiro Kirishima is Tough on the Outside but Soft on the Inside
Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationsip, gap-moe, kissing, teasing, power use
A/N: Season 7 is almost here!
Eijiro Kirishima is tough on the outside when the two of you are on a mission together. This can be literal as well when his power activates but more than that he wants to be an example and show bravery to the people he helps out. Also wants to be a source of safety for everyone around him.
Eijiro Kirishima is soft on the inside when you usher him into the infirmary and scold him for going in without a plan. That's why he went with you, he knows you'll always have his back no matter what. You're someone he can count on in any situation.
Eijiro Kirishima is tough on the outside when rumors of the two of you dating start to circle. You were dating at the time but it was more lowkey then it is right now. He really had enough with all the gossip one day and held your hand while walking down the hall, for everyone to see, a determined look on his face.
Eijiro Kirishima is soft on the inside when you share your first kiss. His face was almost the same red hue as his hair, hot to the touch as you cupped his cheek. Lips trembling, hands shaking on the small of your back as he pulled you ever closer, reluctant to let you go any time soon.
Eijiro Kirishima is tough on the outside when he steps up to defend you. He won't stand for anyone trash talking his girlfriend, in front of him or behind his back. At least when it's not behind his back he knows who to direct his anger towards, otherwise those people are just spineless cowards.
Eijiro Kirishima is soft on the inside when you compliment each other's accomplishments. Happy to get praise from you but also chuckles awkwardly when you and pretends to scratch his cheek in that cute way while avoiding eye contact. Should you lean in any closer to him when he's flustered he might kiss you in retaliation, so be careful.
Eijiro Kirishima is tough on the outside when he wants to cry he tries his best not to, not in front of everyone. The only one he is really comfortable around is you. He's working on opening up with all of his emotions a lot more, but for now you're the only one to see his tears flow freely.
Eijiro Kirishima is soft on the inside when he calls you the only girl in the world for him. Popularity with the other girls doesn't mean anything to him, you're the only girl who has his attention, his heart and his kisses. If you ever feel like he would leave you for someone else then please remember how much you mean to him.
Eijiro Kirishima is tough on the outside when you try to tease him in public. He does his very best not to show much of a reaction, but those who know him well can still see he's effected by your words and actions. Should he crack in public he knows it would only make you tease him more when you're alone.
Eijiro Kirishima is soft on the inside when he pulls you onto his lap and kisses you deeply. Only in the privacy of your rooms of course but he does crave this sort of intimacy too. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't show his girlfriend more affection in private?
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OKOK I KNOW I SAID I WAS GONNA POST THE HAWKS AND AIZAWA FICS BUT I JUST GOT THIS DRABBLE IDEA FOR KIRI BCS I SAW ONE FOR BAKUGO (creds to whoever that was it was so cute) AND I NEED TO IMMORTALIZE THIS BEFORE I FORGET IT OK I LOVE U I HOPE U LIKE IT (also i know this is short but i am so fucking tired and it’s been a long ass week. i also need to get this keigo fix up oh my god)
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gym crush!kirishima being the SWEETEST spotter imaginable. you could BREATHE near the weights and bam, he’s right behind you
gym crush!kirishima who tells all the creepy gym dudes to take a lap and fuck off when they hit on you
gym crush!kirishima who always brings an extra pair of headphones/earbuds just in case you forgot yours
gym crush!kirishima who offers you his water when you realize that you left yours at home, even if it means he’ll be without a water bottle for the remainder of his workout
gym crush!kirishima who finally grows the cojones to ask to take you for lunch on the following saturday after MONTHS of working himself up to it (you say yes)
gym crush!kirishima who INSISTS on paying for your lunch even though you begged him to let you pay for it yourself
gym crush!kirishima who drives you home after lunch and walks you to your door
gym crush!kirishima who hugs you goodbye, telling you how much fun he had and that he’ll see you on monday
gym crush!kirishima who blushes as red as his hair when you kiss his cheek and promise to find him when you get to the gym before you go inside
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'just a peek won't hurt.' (1.5k)
eijirou kirishima x female reader
warnings: voyeurism, kirishima is a little bit of a perv in this one, peeping tom/spying, unknowing reader, male masturbation, female masturbation, readers sending nudes, reader is in a relationship but not with kirishima.
➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist'
Kirishima finally relaxes, his big muscles all slowly decompressing from the long day he had. It was a rough patrol, back-to-back calls of break-ins and villain takedowns. It was always rougher on the Sturdy Hero, he didn't have a quirk that made him quicker, if anything it made him slower when he used it. But still, he didn't let up and always sprinted after villains when they tried to get away.
His body slumps against the cool tile of the locker rooms, the wooden bench whining under the pure mass of the man but he can't find it in himself to care. All he could think about was showering, getting home and finally sleeping. Maybe he'd run into Denki and Sero before he got into his apartment, invite them over for a few beers and watch whatever sport was playing on TV.
That was the plan however until he heard a noise.
It was a noise that any man would recognise, one that made his stomach twist in knots but not in anxiety, but rather in pleasure. It was the undeniable sound of someone moaning.
At first, he thinks there must be someone else in the locker room, watching porn or something like that. He tilts his head to look down the long row of metal lockers until he sees the showers, he can't hear any water running and he's pretty certain most of the sidekicks had gone home much earlier than him.
The only people in the building would be the receptionist, the security guards, himself, Bakugou and — you.
Surely it can't be you, right? He goes quiet, maybe it was just his imagination. Sleep deprivation makes the mind does weird things, right? He nods his head, settling with the fact he was just overworked and stood up, hands on his knees before he stretches upwards. Large arms reach up until his fingertips brush against the ceiling, and then he freezes.
He hears it again, this time a different kind of moan like it was more of a name than just a noise. He follows it this time, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he edges closer and closer to the end of the locker rows to be met with a wall. But then he sees it, the outline of an old locker that used to be here but was recently removed for renovations in the shower end of the locker rooms.
But it's not the outline he's staring at, it's the holes in the wall that must've been from when it was bolted to the wall. And the sound is much clearer, much louder as he stares at the wall. It's sending him back into his high school days when he'd always scowl and lecture Mineta for daring to steal a glance at the girls in the locker room next door. But something is stopping him from stepping away, getting on with his routine because he knows those moans belong to only one person.
You.
He squeezes his eyes closed at the next moan, he thinks he can hear your hands brushing against your skin. His head gently bumps against the wall, long strands of red hair falling off of his shoulders and caging him in. Just him and this hole, a tiny thing that would let him just have a small glance at what he wondered you did hide under that costume of yours. Just a peek wouldn't hurt anyone, right?
So he opens his eye, large frame ducking down enough to level his eye with the closest opening and he nearly chokes on his spit. It takes everything within him to keep quiet, to not give away the fact he can very much see exactly what you're doing right now. You must know that there's no one else coming into the women's locker rooms or you wouldn't be sitting on one of the benches, costume tucked under your ass with your legs spread wide and your fingers stroking through along your pussy.
He should look away, Eijirou knows that, he knows it's a bad thing—an unmanly thing—to be spying on a woman in the first place, and it's even worse to watch a woman getting off unbeknownst to the person spying on her. But he feels entranced, enthralled entirely at the way your fingers dip down and he almost misses the way you're aiming your phone at yourself.
Then his stomach swoops again, right, you were taking videos for someone else. He's about to pull away, walk over to the showers and deal with the throbbing cock that's pressing uncomfortably against the band of his boxers when he hears something squelching, a slippery sound that has his stomach doing flips. You're playing with yourself, and he has to bite down on his fist to stop the bubbling groan that wanted to break out. He could only imagine in the past what it would sound like when you moaned in pleasure, what it would sound like when you spread your legs for him and—
Kirishima takes in a shaky breath, careful to not exhale too loudly whilst he watches you switch position on the bench so your back was to him. He usually would’ve opted for the preference of seeing your face but he can’t deny the view he has of your ass, so grabbable, biteable, fuckable. He wonders if you would’ve ever agreed to let him fuck your ass, maybe have you bent over in the showers or on your back so he had the perfect view of your pretty tits bouncing with each hard rut of his hips.
He couldn’t take it anymore, the aching pain in his pants was too much. His hand fumbles with his belt, careful to not let it fall entirely to the floor and then slips his hand beneath his trousers, grabbing the throbbing length of his cock through his boxers. He was ridiculously hard, had he always been such a pervert? He doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on before, but then again he was never presented the chance to see you fuck yourself on your fingers.
His boxers already felt damp near the head of his cock, his thumb rolling over the length of his cock until he reaches the tip. Biting down on his lip, he continues the slow tantalizing motion, all whilst watching the way you've moved from how you were sat on the bench and actually bending down—
Oh, fuck.
He can see everything from this angle, the way your thighs squeeze together, your puffy pussy lips glistening with slick that he wishes he could taste on the tip of his tongue. Every curve of you is perfection, he needs to touch you, needs to feel your flesh beneath his big hands and see just how well you could handle his cock whilst it stretches you beyond your limits. His hand speeds up, stroking himself faster through the material of his boxers and his mind lets him replace the feeling of his boxers with the thought that it was your panties wrapped around his length, how the wetness is actually your own juices.
It seems you've finished sending pictures, putting your phone away into your bag and Kirishima expects you to stop, to go shower and clean yourself off, cut off whatever he had been watching. But instead, you remain there, albeit whilst putting away your hero costume and drinking from the water bottle you had brought in with you. Should he stop? It was somehow weirder now, you weren't doing anything exactly sexual... until your hands trailed up along your stomach, manicured nails slowly cupping your breasts and tweaking both of your nipples.
And the moan you let out is enough to send the man over the edge rather clumsily, his hand squeezing to attempt to stop his orgasm but it's too late. He can feel the sticky wetness on his skin and how it's starting to seep through the dark red material. His chest is heaving, he was usually a man capable of lasting much... much longer, had he really been turned on by you that much? A little bit of spying made him cum faster than ever before? He would've laughed if he wasn't aware of the way he was still leaning over the hole, eyes closed now but he can still hear you moving around on the other side of the wall.
If he wasn't coming down from his orgasm, if he wasn't so preoccupied with taking slow and quiet breaths then maybe Kirishima would've seen the satisfied smirk on your face, eyes flicking away from the hole on the wall and down to your phone. A quick text to the number of your boyfriend, "It worked."
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this will be linked to the DP fic in week 3 :)
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Virgin pro hero Kirishima who keeps the fact hidden from his friends, acting as though he's experienced in front of them in fear of being mocked.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who is constantly teased by the one person who knows the actual truth, you, albeit in private since you're the only one he has confided to, and it makes you feel special somehow.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who has many questions but no one to turn to for help, which is why he finds himself resorting to the internet for answers.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who has become plagued with the idea of experiencing what everyone his age already has, it's not at all hard for him to snag any lady that catches his attention, but he just refuses to be driven only by animalistic desire for the flesh.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who ponders a way to break this "curse" until finally deciding to have a mock-kind-of-date with one of the closest people to him, you.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima whose smile could easily brighten the darkest of nights when you coolly accept the suggestion without a second thought.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who spends a delightful time with you, talking about your day, exchanging pleasantries, laughing, and for a split second there, you both forget that it wasn't a real date.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who nervously hands you a note the next day, in which is a cute little drawing of the both of you holding hands, and the phrase "would you like to go out on a real date with me?" written right below the sketch.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who's elated to witness a rare bashfulness exuding from you, as you quietly mutter a "yes" to his penned down question.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who's no longer obsessed with simply losing his virginity, but rather with the idea of sharing the special moment with you, now that you're finally in his life as someone who's much closer than a dear friend.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who's been daydreaming about feeling your warm lips on his own, but never had the audacity to initiate it.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who is left wide eyed and trembling when -at the end of your fifth date- you run your fingers along his cheek and plant a soft kiss on the side of his mouth, the tingling sensation spreading throughout his whole body leaves him craving more, as he leans in without thinking to capture your lips in a tender yet clumsy kiss that leaves you both panting.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who starts jerking off every night to the thought of your soft lips, on his face, on his neck, on his chest, on his abdomen, and especially replacing the hand wrapped on his throbbing cock, though the guilt of picturing you in such scenarios consumes him afterwards, but he fails to realize your own longing for his touch.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima whose heart almost bursts out of his chest when you flatly whisper in his ear, during a friends gathering, your wish to spend the night together, he could hardly conceal the excitement bubbling in his guts as he counted the seconds until taking your hand and leading the way to his apartment.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima whose blush is reaching his ears as he offers to make you a cup of coffee, a way for him to gain some time and gather his nerves.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who falls deadly silent when you leave your seat and move to plop down onto his lap, a smile on your face as you softly admit the countless times you dreamt of this moment.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who swallows thickly while listening to you recounting the nights you spent humping your pillow or touching yourself, wishing he was there with you.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima whose eyes darken with lust as he listens to your words and feels the small rolls of your hips against his tightening pants, he groans impatiently and buries his face in the crook of your neck while meeting your teasing thrusts.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who squeezes you tightly between his godly arms and shudders uncontrollably while whimpering your name as he sullies his trousers cumming all over himself.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who keeps his face hidden as he whines an apology after the other for embarrassing himself in front of you, but the cute giggle you let out after kissing the top of his head, prompts him to look up and return your warm gaze with a loving one.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who kisses you deeply while standing on wobbly legs with you in his arms, before blindly venturing to his room, bumping into walls and furniture until finally making it there.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who places you on the king size bed, his lips are devouring yours still, as he squishes you underneath his massive weight.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who slides his big warm hands under your dress, running his calloused fingers along your delicate skin in a silent plea to get rid of it for you, and moaning delightfully when you work off the garment and discard it on the floor.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who sits back to admire your luscious figure sprawled out for him, unconsciously biting his lip as his cock comes back to life in the sticky mess concealed behind his pants.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who happily complies to your wish, fingers replacing yours in removing his clothes, one article after the other, until he's kneeling between your thighs completely naked.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima whose breath hitches in his throat when you run your finger along the pulsating head, relishing the clear moisture oozing out of the slit, and begging for him to hurry up already.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who clumsily rolls on one of the condoms he's been storing for a moment like this, before wiggling his way between your legs.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who patiently waits for your permission to carry on, and slowly presses the raging hardness into your heat when you eagerly nod your approval.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima whose eyes roll back into his skull as your throbbing core welcomes his veiny shaft, your name falls from between his lips as he pushes himself to the hilt.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima whose blunt nails dig into your waist as he pulls back just as slowly, before thrusting in hard this time.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima whose growls resonate across the otherwise peaceful atmosphere of his room, his patience runs thin as he sets an unforgiving pace, plunging fast and hard within you while mouthing the all too familiar apologies.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who sinks his sharp teeth into the soft flesh of your neck, as you moan for him to "keep going just like that", and he happily complies, thrusting into your sopping walls over and over and over again until you're both driven over the edge.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who captures your lips in a desperate kiss as his hips stutter, slowing down until coming to a halt.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who asks if you're okay, and is all smiles when you answer that you've never felt so good before.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima who cutely expresses his delight to have you as his first, and quietly mutters his desire for you to be his last.
Virgin pro hero Kirishima whose happiness cannot be compared or contained when you shyly confess to share his wish.
Divider by : @/cafekitsune
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Random chaotic kirishima bf headcanons
-kirishima as a boyfriend, i would imagine wouldn't shut up about you. like he'd be talking to his friends but suddenly everything reminds him of you and he must share every thought.
-speaking of sharing ever thought, i feel like he’d be the kinda boyfriend to share the most random thoughts and emotions
-”babe i feel half cold and half hot right now.” then nothing else but silence.
-i think he would always try to make you happy, especially because you’re someone he holds so dearly to his heart. For instance, if you said you liked his hair more when he wore it down (self projecting), that would automatically be how he wears his hair for the next week or so, just to make you happy.
-I feel like he's the kind of boyfriend to call you into a room just to do something stupid, like a little kid.
-”Babe can you come here for a moment.” and he's literally just wiggling his toes for 20 seconds straight with his tongue out.
-i could just imagine kiri being so self entertained. you could be cuddling with him, falling in and out of sleep, and you'll look over to see him on a coloring app on his phone. He'd be so into it too, brows furrowed in concentration.
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Thinking about how Kirishima Eijirou would like to cuddle while he sleeps. Spooning you, one arm snug around your waist and the other slinking under your side to gently cradling your breast, because that's where you're softest. He'll hold you like a teddy bear all night long, peacefully dreaming with his face pressed into the nape of your neck. Sometimes giving you a little sqeeze, mumbling a few stray words into your skin, or lightly grinding up aginst you during the night, depending on the dream. He appreciates you so much for putting up with his neediness because without you to hold sleeping just isn't the same for Ei.
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Not the Only One (Fantasy AU)- Pt2
Dragon Kirishima x Dragon Reader
<Part 1> <Part2>
Context: After freeing you from dragon hunters, you and Kirishima grow closer and he finally decides that it's time to make you his.
Warning: SMUT! AFAB reader, fingering (f receiving), breeding kink, language, FLUFF
Your eyes opened slowly as you adjusted to your surroundings. You slowly lifted your head up from the bed of soft pelts and furs you were sleeping on. A heavy fur blanket was over you. You looked around as you sat up slowly. You were in a large tent that was currently unoccupied other than you. It had many things around it, you were in a more secluded side of the tent, angled away from everything.
You were going to go and investigate when something drew your attention away. Entering the tent was Kirishima. He held two bowls in hand. The large male dragon shifter rolled his shoulders as he walked. He had to bend his head to get inside due to the horns that sat on his head. He moved deeper into the tent when his eyes strayed over to you. His figure perked up once he saw you awake. He smiled broadly. “Hey!” He moved towards you slowly.
You were going to back away from him but then you halted your movements. You remembered him. The dragon male that saved you. Kirishima stopped in his tracks. By reading your movements and your facial expression, he could tell you were still hesitant, and he couldn't blame you. He bent down, his pupils expanding slowly as he moved closer towards you. He walked slowly, crouching down to your level. You watched him carefully. You could tell that he meant no harm at all to you. He handed you a bowl with a spoon carefully into your hands. You sat up properly and looked down at the bowl. It was soup, still very warm by the steam that rose from it.
Kirishima carefully sat down outside the array of soft material that made his bed that you were currently sleeping in, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. You had slept through the whole day and with it finally being dinner, he was glad you woke up on your own so that you could eat something.
He crossed his legs as he watched you sniff at the bowl. He chuckled. He let out a gruff to catch your attention. He took the spoon in his hand, showing you what to do. He took a scoop and lifted it to his mouth. He motioned for you to try. You followed what he did, lifting the hot substance to your lips and not caring for the temperature. Dragons preferred their food burning anyways. You ate it and your eyes grew at the taste of cooked seasoned food. You started to viciously eat the soup. Not caring about how messy you were eating.
Kirishima laughed. “I’m glad you like it. The cooks would be glad to find someone who likes their cooking so much.” He ate alongside you, not as excited as you however but he was always hungry. “I guess you haven’t been in your human form for a long time, huh…” He spoke as he spectated you. Most of your body was still wrapped in fur blankets as to hide your naked form underneath. Kirishima looked down at his bowl. “I can remember a time where I was just like you.” He voiced out, not entirely meaning to tell you a story. He wasn’t even sure if you could understand the language he was speaking in but he kept talking anyways. Unbeknownst to him, you had slowed down your practical inhalation of food to listen to him. “I was being hunted in my hybrid form. Hunters had been tracking me for days and I was practically on death’s door. That’s when the king found me, and he saved me. He helped me get back to my full strength even when I could barely communicate with him, still trying to regain my speech back. I owe him my life.” He looked up to find you leaned forward, listening to his story intently. Your eyes locked onto his form as you listened as best as you could. His eyes widened. He pointed a finger towards himself. “Can you understand me?” He asked.
For a moment you didn’t give him an answer but then you slowly nodded your head. You pointed a finger towards him. “Ei… Eiji… Eijiro.” You tried to pronounce his name. It was a bit slurred, but it was undoubtedly his.
Kirishima’s eyes lit up at that. He moved closer to you. He nodded his head. “Yes!” He exclaimed. He gave you a happy dragon chuft to communicate to you on a deeper level. “Yes, that’s me.” He put down his bowl and took your free hand. He placed it against his chest, where his heart was. He didn’t get cold fast so his opened sleeveless denim jacket suited him just fine. You could feel his beating heart under your palm. His chest ran hot under your hands, the thick warm skin of a dragon. You could almost feel the flames that resided in his heart. He stared down at you intently, pupils wide. “Eijiro. Eijiro Kirishima.”
You looked up at him, searching his eyes. Their warm and expansive colour of a deep ruby red, more magenta than that of blood made you almost feel the pure strength and unhindered flames that he carried. You pulled your hand, but just when he thought you were going to return it back to your lap, you snatched his hand that was previously holding yours. You pulled his big hand closer to you roughly, making him bend slightly to get closer to you. You moved the blankets a bit on your chest and placed his hand right over your own heart. You stared at him with the same big-eyed stare he gave you. “Y/N.” You stuttered out your name. You tried pressing his hand closer. “Y/N.” You reiterated for him.
“T-that’s… that’s your name? Y/N?” He asked shocked. Even though he had told you his name before, you had sort of passed out before he could ask you yours.
You nodded your head adamantly. “Y/N.”
Kirishima let out a breathy laugh in disbelief. He took the bowl out of your hand making you frown. Before you could growl at him in anger, you were tackled back down onto your back. You let out a surprised yelp at the affection. Kirishima nuzzled your neck, a dragon purr moving through his body. The action made you laugh at how ticklish it was, as the soft locks of his hair brushed against your skin. He held your body close to his, overwhelmed with excitement and joy. Once he was satisfied, he looked down at you with those bright red eyes of his. You looked up at him with a tilt of your head. You understood his affection and excitement. You rubbed your nose against his, reciprocating. Kirishima was stunned for a moment, he scoffed but his smile broadened. “My beautiful draikana.” He rumbled out of his chest. “We’re together now. It’s me and you. Y/N and Eijiro.”
Kirishima was safely enamoured by you. Everything you did, everything about you, had him grinning like a lovesick idiot and looking at you with hearts in his eyes. Once you had found your barring, Kirishima introduced you to the Bakusquad. They were all very excited to meet you, especially Mina who had some dragon blood in her too, she wasn’t a full blood like you and Kirishima but enough for you to recognise her as one of you.
Bakugou found the two of you like two excited puppies. Just when he thought he had to look after one, now there were two of you. But with the way Kirishima was so happy, Bakugou couldn’t dislike you even if he wanted to. Besides it was like training Kirishima all over again. They had to teach you how to speak again, how not to attack the chickens whenever they passed by you (Kirishima once placed a chick in his mouth whole, Bakugou had to wrench the poor baby chicken out of his jaws). Also, how to interact with people and not just sniff at them. It was a rather fun experience for the Bakusquad again.
What really made Bakugou approve of you was when Deku was visiting the Barbarian camp and you lit Deku’s cape on fire when you sneezed. The demigod was thoroughly freaked out for a second, but you all quickly helped him to get the fire off his cape. Albeit you setting his cape on fire was accidental, but Bakugou wouldn’t stop boasting about it. It made Kirishima glad that his best friend took a liking to you too.
After a few short months, you easily found your own place in the tribe of barbarians. You often stayed in their camp while the squad went out on their missions with Bakugou and other warriors. You didn’t like all the fighting and just wanted to enjoy life now in peace. Kirishima was, although he didn’t want to admit it, extremely glad for that. He had just found you and he didn’t want to put you in anymore danger.
The two of you were as close as any couple there, although you weren’t actually a couple just yet. You were patiently waiting for the redhead to start courting you. You had given him all the signs that you were interested in him. All the tale-old draikana signs to show a drake that you were willing to court. You gave brought kills for him (much to some of the non-barbarians in the tribe’s horror but Kirishima was in awe of your hunting skills), you stuck close to him, rubbing your scent on him whenever he left or commenting on how nice of a home he has and how nice it was for him to let you stay. You did everything you could remember and everything your instincts told of you, but the thick-headed himbo drake that Kirishima was…
he didn’t know how to reciprocate it.
“I’m hopeless!” Kirishima exclaimed as he dropped his head onto the table. The squad was all at Bakugou’s place (much to the blond’s distaste). Kirishima wallowed in sadness an upset whine going through him.
Sero sat next to him and rubbed his friend’s back in sympathy. “It’s okay man, how about you just talk to her?” He suggested.
Mina shook her head. “Nah, he can’t do that.” She sat near the fire, leaned back in her chair. Her hands joined supporting her behind her head. “Dragons court in a specific manner. She could find it rather offensive if he doesn’t court her properly.” She pointed out. Kirishima grumbled as he slumped deeper into his hole of despair. “Worst part is mating season is coming up.” She pointed out. “She might be more sensitive to courting manners right now.”
Bakugou groaned. “Don’t remind me.” He brought his hands over his eyes with a sigh. “My dragon is going to be out of commission for a whole two weeks!” He pointed out annoyed. Barbarians, even though being extremely close to dragonkin, didn’t have enough fire in their hearts and blood in their veins to be considered dragons. However, most of barbarians if not all of them, praised and worshiped the dragons and their sovereignty over man and all beasts. Bakugou, however, was always a bit… different compared to his kind. Having ‘tamed’ Kirishima, the last one of the dragonkin known before there was you. Bakugou sat back up straight with a glare. “Fuck it. Eijiro, stop sulking!” He pointed to the redhead. Kirishima raised his head, his big candy apple eyes looking at the blond with a sad puppy dog look. “Go get that draikana the prettiest gem in your hoard, and court her, before I cut your damn fucking tail off!”
“Yah Eij!” Denki chirped in supportively. Denki threw his arm over his bulky part reptilian friend. “Who’s the man?” He asked.
Kirishima looked over at the electric blond. “I’m the man?” He asked still sounding sad.
“Yes, you are!” Denki affirmed. “What are you going to do?”
“Get a gem.”
“Then what?”
“Court her?”
“Yes! Then what?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re going to fuck her into next week Tuesday, that’s what!”
“KATSUKI!” Everyone shouted at the vulgar blond.
Mina shook her head in dismay at the blond. “Barbarians.” She rolled her eyes.
“What?” Bakugou looked at them all confused on what he had said wrong. “It works with barbarian women.”
Denki opened his mouth to object but he couldn’t find the other blond male to be wrong. He shrugged. “He’s got a point.” Denki said. Denki placed his hands on Kirishima’s shoulders and shook him gently. “Now wipe that sad look off your face and go get your draikana! How hard can courting a dragon be?” Kirishima, Mina and Bakugou looked at him with a raised eyebrow each.
“Eijiro.” You giggled. “Where are we going?” You asked him.
Kirishima had your eyes covered with his big hands as he led you away from the village. The two of you walked through the forestry moving up the landscape. You wondered where he was taking you and why, but he wouldn’t budge, no matter how much begging and bargaining you did. He shook his head, despite knowing you couldn’t see it. “We’re almost there, darling. Just wait a few more moments.” He told you. You frowned at still being withheld information but complied.
To say that Kirishima was nervous would be an understatement. He was so scared that what he had for you wouldn’t be enough, that maybe you would hate it but as soon as those thoughts entered his head, he made them disappear. He couldn’t think that way. He knew you and if he knew anything about you, it was that you liked him too.
Or at least that’s what he hoped.
Finally, the two of you stopped at the designated location he had. He moved his hands off your eyes, but you still had them closed. He temporarily let go of you to stand in front of you. “Okay... Now... Open.” You opened your eyes.
Your eyes widened in wonder at the place you were in. You were in a cave, the deepest part of it, by the looks of it but it wasn’t just any cave. It was a dragon’s den. You felt the feeling of nostalgia and memories flood you. Memories of being a hatchling and being in a den similar to this one, your hoard living together in the safety of a den, always returning to it. Warm bodies piled onto one another with expansive wings protecting you and all the younger ones.
Tears sprung to your eyes unintentionally as you looked around. There was a warm fire near the huge expansive area of soft pillows blankets furs and more. Close to the back was a pile of treasure, all shiny and glinting from the fire. Although what really struck you were the walls. The walls were marked with drakonic words only you would understand as more than just scratches. Stories of your people and all their expansive glory put on the walls. Drawings of dragons high in the sky with fires so hot they could melt mountains and tales of a time were baby dragons trampled and ran on the earth carefreely with no worry nor fear of danger. You were stunned speechless. In your eyes, it was the most beautiful thing you could see.
When you were finally ready, you looked to Kirishima. He had a soft smile on his face, his hands joined together as he fiddled with his fingers. “Do you like it?” He asked.
Did you like it?
You found that to be a stupid question. You scoffed in disbelief. You nodded your head as you wiped the tears from your eyes. “Of course, I like it.” You told him honestly. Kirishima dropped his shoulders in relief. “But,” You sniffed as you looked around. “Who lives here?” You asked. You couldn’t smell anyone other than Kirishima. You didn’t want to be trespassing on others dens and territories.
“Well, I was hoping...” Kirishima walked closer to you, he gently took your wrist into his big palm. He pulled out a beautiful sparkling ruby bracelet, making you gasp in surprise. He slipped it carefully around your wrist. Smaller clear jewels surrounding each red stone. Your eyes widened at how shiny it was. “I was hoping that you would live here with me.” Kirishima continued. He tilted your head to look up at him. “You have become my everything Y/N, and I couldn’t think of ever living my life without you by my side. You came into my life by unexpected chance and lit me up from the inside.” He professed to you, his words holding raw emotion and truth in everything he was saying. “I feel as though I am not just living for myself anymore. So... What I’m trying to ask is... will you be mine?” He asked softly, his eyes showing vulnerability to you as he awaited your response.
You smiled up at him, your heart filled with love and adoration for the handsome drake in front of you. From the tips of his red horns to the end of his toes. You placed your hand on his cheek tenderly. “I was, am and forever will be yours, Kirishima Eijiro.” You tell him, your voice coming out quieter than you wanted it to. You stretched up towards his face, pulling him down, your eyes went to his lips. “Now and forever.”
The kiss was soft and tender. It made your thoughts halt and your body start to hum. Kirishima couldn’t think now that he had you up against him. He didn’t want to. Then when his mind finally caught up with his body, you were lowering yourself away from him. Your eyes fluttering open as you stared up at him wanting.
His red soft ruby eyes went dark in desire for you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his warm body. His fingers digging into your skin in want. Both your hearts thumped loudly against one another. His head dipped down to your neck, his lips against a tender spot for you. You gripped onto him tighter, hoping, praying he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. “May I...” He breathlessly whispered. “May we...”
You nodded your head with a breathless, “Yes.”
Not needing anything more, Kirishima once again pulled you to kiss him again, now filled with passion and need. His hands on you turned harsh and possessive as they held onto you. He needed you, wanted you, had to have you, in every way. You melted into his hold letting him take the lead as he held onto you. Your bodies trying to get impossibly closer to one another. You released a whine from the back of your throat, wanting more. Kirishima chuckled in a reply.
He led the two of you down into the soft blankets and pillows. Your body on top of his. You backed away from his lips needing air. Your body was starting to feel hot and your rationality and thoughts slipping away from you. Instinctively you straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips. Your body was moving on its own according, moving out of instinct and what felt good. What felt right. Kirishima’s large hands took purchase on your hips, moving your hips down against him. The moment you felt the pressure you gasped. You both hissed at the friction but craving more. He brought his mouth to your neck and started to suck and lick, leaving marks.
There was something driving you that you couldn’t expresses. A deep and innate desire to be close to him. One with him. Something more primal and animalistic than you could ever truly understand in the moment and heat of it all. Heat. That’s what you were feeling. The bubbling burning fire of hope and the need to mate that was thriving inside of you. You had never felt it this intense out of mating season.
Your hands threaded through his bright crimson hair, being careful of his horns, earning a groan from the male as he held your hips tighter. Your hips ground down against him, craving more friction and pressure. You tightened your thighs around him. A whine escaped you as you tried to focus on moving your hips faster. Fire coursed through your veins as you keened, trying to bring him closer to you. His skin against yours burned and yet gave you solace like no other.
You bit down on your bottom lip as you ground against him, your sex aching. You were already wet for him, dripping for him. You wanted him so badly. You whined. “Eijiro.” You brought your head to the crook of his neck, your lips brushing against sensitive scales. It wasn’t enough. You needed more. “I need you. Please.” You begged.
In a fluid motion, Kirishima had you on your stomach. You gasped as you were brought to present before him. Your ass up in the air and your chest down in the soft blankets. You turned your head back to look at him. The dragon was on his knees behind you. He tore at your bottoms finding them annoying and in his way. Finally, he could see your aching and twitching sex in all its glory. He hadn’t done anything truly and yet here you were already waiting for him.
Kirishima growled, his pupils expanding more. You could see him start to lose rationality and give way to the beast that was chained behind his eyes. “Wet.” He stuck a finger inside of you causing you to squeal at the sudden intrusion. You gripped the blankets under you and braced yourself. His thick finger moved in and out of you, slowly but surely.
You tensed at the feeling but soon relaxed. Relief washed over your body slightly at the feeling of finally having something inside you. It calmed your racing heart for now, and made you mewl in delight. You moaned as you arched your back some more for him to ease his finger into you. He let out a chuft in approval of your actions.
With that he added another finger. He had to make sure you would be able to take him. He didn’t want to hurt you after all, and yet, there was something so forbidden and primal about him wanting to just shove his beastly cock into your entrance. To feel you stretch and forcefully accommodate him in your insides. He knew you were made to take dragon cock, that much was certain, but yet he selfishly wanted to break you on his own. Adding a third finger he focused on the squelching of your sex and the slick dribbling down your thighs.
Oh he would take care of you so nicely. He would hold you so close to him and care for you in everyway possible. Your every need, want and desire would be fulfilled as much as he could satiate them. The two of you were made for each other. You were for each other. And just for such an honour, for such an honour that you have given him for being his mate, Kirishima wants to worship you. Worship your mind, body and soul. Touch you in such a way that together, your hearts would sync and he would hold you like no one will ever hold you.
“Eijiro.” You let out with a mewl. Your pupils blown out in lust and half lidded with desire. His fingers, although caused you an immense amount of pleasure, they weren’t enough. You needed more. You needed so much more. You needed his cock inside you. That’s what you needed. You whined as you tried pushing back against him to get his fingers deeper inside you. “Take me. Breed me. Make me yours.” You begged him as you wiggled your ass to tempt him. The pressure at the bottom of your abdomen becoming too much to bare anymore. It was so uncomfortable, you could almost cry.
He chuckled at your lack of patience. “My draikana can’t wait, it seems.” He teased as he slowly took off his own clothing. “I can’t leave her unsatisfied, can I?” He grinned, his eyes seeming to grow darker by the second.
You nodded your head. You shrug off your own shirt leaving you both naked.
Kirishima flipped you over so that he could properly look at you. He was simply in awe. Everything about you, every roll, voluptuous, flat, or soft part of you, all for him to see. You looked up at him bashfully, with a soft smile on your face. He smiled as he ran his fingers up your thighs and pushed them up so that you could hold them for him. His large hands dug into your flesh and muscle instantly making you release a breath at the tension he dispelled from your legs. You let out a soft whine. His warm body made of warm muscle and glowing sturdy scales caged you under him. He placed a soft kiss to your lips, placing his forehead against yours.
“We’re going to become one, my darling. You and I.” He spoke softly to you.
You nodded your head. You brought one hand to rest at the back of his head to keep him close towards you. You purred at the affection. “Y/N and Eijiro.”
His face broke into a smile. “Y/N and Eijiro.”
With that, you felt the head of his fat cock push against your folds. You tensed slightly but soon relaxed knowing it best. You held him tighter as Kirishima slowly sank down into you making the two of you groan. Your thighs tensing as you greedily accepted him into you. Your head thrown back as you cried out at the stretch. Everything felt so warm yet so right. His thick cock pushing and bullying his way into you, slowly dissipating that aching feeling you had.
Kirishima finally was fully inside you and you released a sigh at the feeling. The beautiful and overwhelming feeling of you having and holding onto him. Kirishima bit down on his bottom lip as he groaned at the wonderful feeling of your walls pulsating and greedily squeezing his cock. You felt so good to him. Perfect for him. It was no surprise to him at all and yet he felt as though he couldn’t even dream of such a feeling. He kept a hand down in the blankets under you and the other holding your hips. With a growl, he shifted out of you, the whites of his eyes turned black.
He moved his hips back before pushing back into you. You moaned gripping some of his red hair at the base of his neck. You whined for more as he slowly moved in and out of you. You were overwhelmed by him. Every sense and every spec of attention, you wanted to give to him and only him. As much as Kirishima wanted to enjoy every second inside of you, he lost way to the dragon inside him. A dragon who finally had a draikana in his arms and would not waste a second at not breeding her. His pace increased making you cry out at the sudden battering feeling of him.
Kirishima let out growls and groans. His pace became merciless as he pounded inside you with need. You cried out your nails scrapping down his back. “Fuck! Eijiro!” You cried out only spurring his movements. His grip on your hip was bruising and unforgiving. He was like an animal in rut, insatiable and consumed by that innate hunger to breed you. You felt the tension in your abdomen start to build. Your legs tightening around him as you felt your oncoming release. “Eijiro! Eijiro! I’m gonna-”
“Cum.” He growled out, and your orgasm wrecked through you. It was harsh and intense, your body stuttering and squeezing him hard.
You arched your back, squeezing your eyes shut as you cried out to the heavens. You held your breath at the comforting warm feeling that spread throughout your body. You finally felt your lungs get air again after the intense mind-numbing feeling. Your body started to jolt and shiver as you realized that the drake over you hadn’t slowed down or stopped in the slightest. You whined but continued to hold him close. His cock head bullied your cervix, making you cry out in overstimulation.
“Eijiro! Inside. Inside, please.” You begged out with tears.
The moans coming from the man above you were like heaven to your ears. His hips snapping to meet yours, his grip on you and on the furs underneath you were harsh and almost tearing. His hair falling at either side of his head as he focused on his own pent-up release. His thrusts became less rhythmic and more desperate. Sweat dripped of his body and gleaming scales of a hungry beast. His mouth gleamed with saliva as he growled down at you. “Mine, all mine. I’m going to breed you so fucking good.” He growled out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” With one last harsh thrust and his body shuddered as he released inside you. A loud rumble coming from him as he finally had you underneath him, hot copious amounts of cum inside you that only he could give you.
You both stayed put, not wanting to separate in the slightest. You threaded your hands through his hair with a hum. You then noticed that through it all he had conjured his wings. They wrapped around the two of you gently, keeping you safe under him. You chuckled at the sweet gesture. You hummed. “Eijiro.” You whispered. He let out a grunt showing that he was listening. His mind still felt cloudy, and his body still set on keeping you on his cock. “We’re mates.” You said with a happy tone.
That took his attention. He lifted his head to look down at you. You were positively glowing with sweat glinting off of you and a smile on your face. You looked up at him like he gave you everything. He smiled softly and sweetly. He nodded. “We are.” He put a hand to your cheek. You leaned against it and smiled. His sweet candy apple eyes locked onto you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him in this whole world. Which was true. You were. “We are mates till the great fires of the world spread and consume the world and even after that.”
“After that?”
He nodded. “Even after that.” He placed his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears came to his eyes as he felt emotional. “I’m not alone anymore.”
You shook your head, wrapping your arms around him. You felt yourself become emotional too. You placed a kiss to his head. “Not anymore.”
-Glitch1d
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here is a list of how i think the mha boys would react when you call them ugly bc they are and i love them sm
1.) midoriya. GOD how could he walk around like that? Like he’s some absolute ogre with his shiny hair and toned body which tank tops and sweats that c l i n g to his body shamelessly. You’ve never been so jealous of a pair of pants. He gets caught off guard when you call him names, but he’s quick to slip you a soft “I love you too” back.
2.) bakugou. straight up hideous. he walks into the room and you gag from his ugliness. the first time you call him ugly is as you’re showering him with an obnoxious amount of kisses first thing in the morning.
“God you’re so ugly. I love you so much.”
“Fucking pardon me?”
Even if he pretends he hates it, it’s because he’ll never admit how fast it makes his heart beat.
Ew.
3.) kirishima. STRAIGHT UP HORRID. he smiles so dopily when you call him names because that’s how he knows you’re obsessed with him, and he loves the way you kiss him between each mean thing you call him.
“Ugly.” Kiss. “Smelly.” Kiss. “Gross.” Kiss. “You make me gag.” Big kiss on the nose.
In your phone, he’s labeled more obscenities with a little heart emoji, and he couldn’t have asked for more ☹️
4.) kaminari. FUCK. Truly disgusting. Like look away. He’s so gross that you sometimes just have to bite him, or crawl under his shirt to be closer to him, because how dare he look like that in your presence, and how could he not expect you to try and live in his skin?
He’s so nasty, you’ve got to cling to his thick leg, be as close as possible to him because god, he’s just too yummy and how dare he?
5.) s-shin-shinsou 🤢🤢 straight vile. He’s so gross, you could kiss him all the time and he’ll just have to deal with the affection as punishment. He doesn’t even care, either, and he wakes up with his boxers low on his hips and hair tousled wildly, like who does he think he is?
You tell him how stupid he looks when he wears workout clothes because good GOD you have to lock him away. He ain’t walking out the house like that, like a whole man whore 🤨🤨
6.) sero. Need I say more? Homie looks like a whole snack, it’s so rude of him. The only downside to him is when you call him ugly or smelly or dumb, he’ll sometimes be like “yeah I know” and you’re like nO YOURE NOT SHUT UP-
He does it just to rile you up, because he knows you say it with love, and it just makes him even more ugly >:(
#my love language is toeing the line between aggressive affection and straight up bullying 🥺💅🏼#they like it tho they told me themselves#midoriya izuku#midoriya izuku fluff#midoriya izuku x reader#midoriya izuku x reader fluff#midoriya izuku imagine#bakugou katsuki#bakugou katsuki fluff#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader fluff#bakugou katsuki imagine#kirishima eijiro#kirishima eijiro fluff#kirishima eijiro x reader#kirishima eijiro x reader fluff#kirishima eijiro imagine#kaminari denki#kaminari denki fluff#kaminari denki x reader#kaminari denki x reader fluff#kaminari denki imagine#shinsou hitoshi#shinsou hitoshi fluff#shinsou hitoshi x reader#shinsou hitoshi x reader fluff#shinsou hitoshi imagine#sero hanta#sero hanta fluff#sero hanta imagine
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“You’re staring again,” The low voice accuses from underneath the car. You watch his hand pat the concrete, searching for his toolbox, before quickly grabbing the wrench. His hands are black with dirt and oil, probably calloused from the heavy work.
“Am I not allowed to?” You hum, sitting on your garage cabinet while sipping on some water.
You watch Eijiro put a screwdriver in his mouth, now using both hands to tighten a bolt. Sweat drips down his temples and onto the floor beneath him. You sigh at the sight.
“It’s distracting” He mumbles around the tool, trying to stay focused on the task at hand.
Kirishimas sanctuary was his garage. He spent a good proportion of the house budget on simply making this area perfect for him. It has everything a guy like him needs, and tons of room for him to work on his hobby. Fixing cars.
Your hobby conveniently lines up perfectly with his. Watching hot men do manual labor, specifically watching your lover fix cars. So you also spend a great amount of time here.
He was currently under one, but the older truck is being suspended into the air (to your request) so you get a perfect view of him underneath the car dealing with all the technical stuff you cannot understand. You sit there and watch, not giving a damn about the broken car.
He lets out a groan as he tries to secure a pipe into place. You watch his biceps contract and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“You know, it's got to be hot under there. Don't you think you'll be more comfortable if you take off your shirt?” You tease, crossing your legs with a grin on your face.
Though, the black wife beater he was wearing was already making you swoon. And the way it was stuck to his skin? You had to be in heaven.
He glances back at you, taking the screwdriver out of his mouth, before using his arm to wipe some sweat off his face. Black streaks coat his cheeks. “You are looking at me like you are a starved animal,” He laughs, before using his moveable stool to kick back away from under the car toward where you're sitting.
He climbs off the stool, and over to you, while you swing your legs out lazily. He places his hands on the counter on either side of you, trapping you in his hold. You meet his stare, the corner of your mouth picking up in a smile. He is grinning at you, eyes tired from the work, but still pinning you in place.
“Thirsty?” You hum, holding up your cup to his mouth.
His eyes flicker toward the glass and he nods. You tilt the glass upward, watching the way his throat moves as he swallows it down.
When he looks back at you as to say, enough you just continue pouring. The water drips down his face and onto his shirt. He pulls away with a small cough.
Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. His shirt clinging now completely to his skin, his body glistening from sweat and now the water. This right here is why this is your favorite hobby.
“Really?” He sighs with a small grin, looking down at the black tank top.
You pout dramatically. “Aw, guess you gotta take your shirt off,” You tease, running your fingers up his shirt toward his neck.
He chuckles low, before blinking slowly at you, leaning forward, and brushing his lips against yours. “Mmm? Can you take it off for me?”
You grin, fingers running up his arm. “Gladly.”
The day ends up like it usually does. With both of you covered in sweat, dirt, and car oil, but you didn’t mind, this is exactly why this is your favorite hobby.
#drabbles#my search history was like “what tools do ppl use to fix cars?”#“Do cars have pipes?”#DONT HAVE SEX WHEN YOU ARE COVERED IN DIRT#that's how you get infections!#dont be like Y/N#kirishima eijirou#bnha kirishima#kirishima eijiro imagine#x reader#reader insert#mha fanfiction#mha eijiro kirishima#eijirou x reader#kirishima eijiro x y/n#eijiro x y/n#bnha eijirou#eijiro kirishima mha#kirishima x reader#kirishima drabble#kirishima headcanon#kirishima fluff#suggestive comments#mello.writes#husband eijiro
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