#kirishima fanfic
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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— happy home day + eijirou kirishima.
૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — exactly one a year after adopting from the pound, kirishima plans a special surprise for you, his special little puppy hybrid, on their birthday.
⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, smut, fluff, hybrids, lingerie, collars, creampies, dumbification, possessiveness, pet-names, body-worship, orgasm-denial, dom-sub, unprotected sex, praise!kink, daddy!kink, breeding!kink, afab!reader, puppy hybrid!reader, pro hero + owner!kirishima.
⭑ words — 4.3K.
⭑ notes — hi !!! i wanted to post something so had you guys vote on what you wanted to see next. the winner ended up being kirishima <3! this was a birthday fic commissioned by my baby @eijirhoe ( who has given me permission to post ) and was beta read by the lovely @vagabondings!! i hope you enjoy !! kiss kiss - m.list ✩
“for fucks sake, kirishima, that is not a fuckin’ guard dog.”
only katsuki bakugou could be this miserable in an adoption centre for adorable hybrids— kittens, bunnies, mice and puppies alike. the redhead gives the employee standing nearby an apologetic mix between a smile and a grimace, the poor thing shaking in their boots at the proximity of the dynamight.
“katsuki, don’t yell. you’ll scare the ‘lil thing,” he pouts, sticking his fingers through the wire bars on the cage— coaxing the little hybrid inside closer. “and i thought you said german shepherds made great guards!” kirishima wiggles his digits again, pursing his lips to make those kissy sounds that are usually used to call to cats and crouches down to the height of the enclosure.
bakugou smacks him upside the head but takes a stance beside his rioting hero friend before signing dejectedly. “wrong sound idiot, you’re meant to whistle,” the two strong, and surely intimidating men spare a glance at the cowering hybrid as katsuki whistles in an attempt to gain some trust. “and they usually do, but this one looks like they might shit themselves if someone looks at them funny. not a guard dog.”
“but bakugou—“
“i hate to interrupt, mister riot. mister dynamight.” the employee from earlier steps in, steeling her nerves as she gestures to the cage the puppy hybrid is in. “but if this one doesn’t get adopted soon, i’m afraid they’re going to be put down. we don’t have the space for slightly quieter and apprehensive hybrids like them, no one really wants them if they’re not overly friendly or energetic and…if they do it’s usually for the like…”
“hybrid farms,” bakugou finishes for the kid, his voice thick with disgust. “just shut one of those down the other day. awful fuckin’ places.”
kirishima pouts again, peering into your cage— noting the gloss in your big pretty eyes and how you shrink in on yourself, tail pinned to the ground without the happy swish to it that other puppy hybrids in the centre have. “so…” he can’t imagine what you’ve been through, what you’ve seen to have ended up here. “if they don’t get adopted today, they’ll be put down? isn’t there any other way? that hardly seems fair.”
“to us it’s a little more humane than ending up at a hybrid farm or those indecent love hotels exclusively for sex with hybrids…” the employee trails off again, nervously fidgeting with their fingers. in the distance, a bell chimes with the notification of more customers— a mother and her child, probably looking to adopt one of the younger, nosier hybrids for their family. “if you’ll excuse me…”
“i’ll take ‘em!” red riot blurts without even thinking, the employee not having taken two steps away from him and his angry blonde friend who looks at him like he’s gone bat-shit crazy. “this is their only chance, right? i have to do something, they don’t deserve to go out like this.” the blonde closes his mouth, holding his protests thoughtfully.
he’s right. kirishima is right, his kind soul always is. “ai’ght, fine. but don’t expect me to train that thing, they ain’t nowhere near close t’bein’ a guard dog.” bakugou grunts, folding his arms across his broad chest with a faux look of dismay— not admitting how impressed he is with eijirou.
eijirou kirishima has a heart of gold, he’s always been like that— putting others before himself because he believes in them. he takes in strays, builds up their strength and their confidence, letting them know that he’ll always be the sturdy figure they can fall back on in times of need. katsuki was one of those strays, an unwanted dog just like you. he’d bared his fangs to the sweet redhead in fear of letting in someone that would hurt him, but as it turns out, becoming friends with someone as selfless as kirishima was just what katsuki needed.
the employee sighs, shoulders sagging with relief as they glance between the two pro heroes. “should i be getting the adoption papers then?”
with an enthusiastic nod, red riot peers back at you with affectionate eyes and a smile you can trust— one that only widens when you bump your head against his fingers over the bars of your pen and let the tips of them just brush your lush puppy dog ears. “yes please,” he says warmly, his gaze never leaving you. “don’t you worry about a thing little one, it’s you and me now, got it?”
and for the first time in forever, your tail wags happily, and you don’t feel worried at all.
being adopted by eijirou kirishima most probably saved your life.
he’d been eager to get you out of that shelter, with the promise of a better life written against his lips and lost under his tongue as he babbled about your new home and how excited he was to have a puppy hybrid of his own. a timid, sweet faced and jumpy german-shepherd hybrid nothing like their breed— with big eyes, a set of pointed and twitchy puppy dog ears and a tail that stays pinned to the ground with nervousness. there’s a lot for him to undo, a lot of trust to build up.
kirishima was patient when introducing you to his home that only big time pro hero money could buy— he let you sniff out the place, scenting areas that made you feel safe even having his comforting, large presence right beside you was enough to make your ears perk up and heightened senses go wild. he let you pick out the biggest spare room in the house and had even felt sad for you when you stated that you’d never had your own before.
“with me, i’ll make sure you have everything you want ‘n more, kay pup? things will never go back to the way they were for you.” the red head swore to you, crossing his heart — that was the first time you’d ever felt love like that.
the two of you quickly fall into an easy routine; kirishima would leave for work in the mornings after making sure he’d set out the perfect meal a growing pup, like you, would need— using all sorts of kibble that his explosive friend katsuki had recommended. occasionally he’d spoil you with pieces of turkey bacon that he knew you weren’t allowed to have, but what was the harm in spoiling someone who hadn’t experienced luxury before? plus he liked the way your German shepherd tail would wag and your pupils would dilate at the sight of the meaty meal.
eijirou made sure you had all the toys possible to play with while he was away for work— you didn’t like sitters and nearly chewed out the last one katsuki had recommended for a nervous puppy such as yourself. you didn’t like her scent and how it had gotten all over your owner. you preferred to be alone, surrounded by the pinewood and musky husk the redhead would leave behind. and, by the time he came home from being red riot, you’d be sitting right by the door with big bambi eyes to welcome him home, the little bell on your store-bought collar jingling as you rush to meet kirishima at eight pm sharp each day.
though you’re pampered with treats and pretty things and ear scratches 24/7– kirishima does have you trained by that awful bakugou. you’re by no means a guard dog, despite what your hybrid breed might indicate— but you’re disciplined with house rules and how to sit and act properly. bakugou is mean and he snarls at you from time to time, but the praise and kisses you get from your darling and sweet red haired owner make the training completely worth it.
nowadays, katsuki doesn’t even question when you scamper onto the couch or perch yourself on eijirou’s lap whenever they have their boys nights to watch the hero rankings live. “pampered fuckin’ pooch,” is all he grunts from over his can of beer.
“hey,” eijirou will huff, his hands on the fat of your waist or twirling through your fluffy brown and black tail. “don’t be mean, katsuki. they don’t know any better.”
even with all that house training— you still sneak into his bed when being on your own gets too much. his warmth calms you, and eijirou doesn’t seem to mind the brush of your thick and soft tail against his thighs in the morning. “pup, you’re not s’pposed to be on the bed,” he’d tried to scold you the first time it happened, he really did, but your ears lay flat against your skull and you gave him those eyes and kirishima was quick to dive in next to you— asking you what was wrong. “nightmares huh? of the pound? well, those can’t be very nice. maybe you should share a bed with me tonight. one night won’t hurt, will it?”
except one night, becomes every single night.
repeatedly, each night, eijirou scoops you up into his flexing, toned arms and carries you to his room instead of your own— tucks you under his weighted duvets not yours, and swamps you with his body heat. he runs like a furnace during the later hours, not that you mind, it’s nice to be close to him. to feel adored like that.
yourself and kirishima are touchier than most hybrid-owner pairs, you’ve noticed. bakugou thinks it’s because you have a clingy-attachment style, the red head because you’ve been deprived of the affection that most pups deserve. he goes beyond headpats and chin scratches, and the ones that itch right behind your floppy fluffy ears. kirishima keeps a hand on the slope of your waist when he takes you for walks on sunny days, he holds your hand instead of your leash most of the time and his lips linger against your forehead a little longer than normal for a hybrid that’s just a housepet.
you think it’s normal at least, you’ve never been cared for like this and having eijirou’s attention some, if not all, of the time feels like a dream come true. you know that he loves you when actions of endearment become more passionate— when innocent cheek kisses become sloppier lip-locks and when hugs turn into desperate attempts to grab at your flesh, also when your heat cycles become less about finding a mate and more about begging kirishima to ravage you against the nearest surface, soothing the instinctual ache in your bones and lower tummy.
he loved you, and you loved him— and you knew that you owed it all to kirishima for the better life he gave you. taking a chance on a shy little puppy hybrid at risk of being put down.
taking a chance on you.
“angel, ‘m home!”
the rustling of brown paper bags, heavy foot-steps and keys jingling in the front door make your puppy dog ears twitch and you perk up from your place deeper in the house at the sound of kirishima coming home from a long day’s work. you scramble up to meet him half-way into the kitchen, tail swishing a mile a minute behind you, nose wriggling in anticipation. “e-eji!” you breathe, fingers itching to reach out and touch him. “you’re back!”
you’re so cute, so loyal that it warms the pro hero right down to his core. kirishima nods once, giving you the go ahead to latch onto him since you’d waited so patiently and lets out a small chuckle as you tuck yourself into his side. “i always come back, don’t i?” setting the bags on the marble island, he frees up a hand to brush over your head softly, using a knuckle to rub behind your ear. “have you been good, baby?” moving to cup your cheeks next, he presses a gentle smooch to the tip of your nose. “‘course you have, you’re always good f’me…but, i gotta know— did ya miss me?”
“i always miss you,” you say a little too quickly, nuzzling into the palm of red riot’s large hand, tail wagging even faster. “can i…can i have a kiss, eiji? please.”
for a moment, a primal look flashes through the hero’s eyes before being replaced with something softer, something that mirrors the smile he gives you. “only ‘cause you asked so nicely, baby,” he says playfully, sliding his hands from your face down to your waist and tugging you nice and close, your hips flush against one another. “c’mere puppy, gimme some sugar, hm?” your body can’t help but bristle, keening into kirishima’s touch as he subtly lowers his voice and guides you into following his command.
you stand on your tiptoes without even realising it, tilting your head upwards as kirishima coaxes your mouth open with his mellow moving tongue—sighing sweetly against your lips until he’s captured them properly in a slow kiss, not giving you too much but pouring enough words into it to let you know how much he cares for you. he pulls away so things don’t too heated, but still keeps his hands on you before you can whine in protest.
“what’s that?” you ask softly, cocking your head to the side when you notice the bags behind him.
“oh those? well,” kirishima swoops down to your height, nipping your nose with pointed teeth— only serving to make it scrunch up adorably. “i heard it was a certain pup’s birthday today…and it also happens to be the one year anniversary of their adoption. so i got ‘em a lil’ somethin’ to celebrate.”
he lives for the way you smile, almost dies at how your eyes sparkle. “c-can i open it eji?”
“not all of it, pumpkin,” eijirou briefly lets you go and you really do whimper this time, knowing better than to claw at him to stay when you know he’ll be right back. the burly redhead turns to grab a perfectly wrapped package from within the brown paper bag and passes it to you with an eager grin. “go put this on f’me, will you baby? then meet me in the living room once you’re done, for the rest of your present, kay?”
“okay! i’ll be quick!” you practically squeal, vibrating in your place.
“good pup, i’ll be waitin’,” he turns you around with a grip that's barely there, handling you as if you’ll break with too much force and patting you on the bum softly as you go.
by the time you return to the living room, it’s been completely transformed.
the lighting is dimmed, a ruby glow filtering through and the soft hum of your favourite song reverberates against the walls and high ceilings. kirishima seems to be fixing a box on the coffee table by the couch before he notices you, a slick and sexy grin tugging at the corners of his lips as you approach him. “there’s my pretty puppy,” he rasps lowly, sending a shiver from the tips of your ears right down to your toes. “god, i think i made the right choice pickin’ that cute lil’ number out for ya, looks so good on you, hun.”
heat pulses under your skin like buzzing kinetic energy, making you tuck the swell of your cheek into your shoulder bashfully, fluffy ears flattening against your skull. “you think so?” said number is a darling little babydoll dress, made of black silk and red lace lace accents that tickle the backs of your thighs with hearts embroidered at the chest.
“it looks perfect on you baby, you’re breathtakin’,” kirishima tells you earnestly, holding his hand out for you to hold— which you take shyly. “c’mere, twirl f’me? wanna see all of you. show off for me, cutie.” every single one of his compliments has your tail swaying from side to side and blood rushing to your brain, making you dizzier than the cute little spins you do for him while the pro hero sinks into the couch to watch you.
he leans back, thighs spreading wide— and you have to fight the urge to drop your gaze between them. “that’s it pretty thing, my puppy’s such a fuckin’ stunner.” kirishima swallows thickly, ruby glossed eyes darkening with desire. “come t’daddy pup, wanna give you your other gift.”
you quickly shift to stand between his spread legs, quivering like you’re cold has large and rough hands swallow your waist and bunch your night dress up at your hips. he presses sloppy kisses to the softness of your tummy over the material.
“sit.” he commands simply, tugging on your hips to pull you down with him
“yes daddy,” your breathing is ragged as you sink into kirishima’s lap, thighs apart so that you can straddle him properly. you wonder if he can hear your heart racing from its place in your chest— your heightened hybrid senses can already pick up on his, kirishima’s pulse sky-rocketing now that you’re on top of him. “c-can i have my gift now?”
his calloused hand pushes the black silk up and over the curve of your ass, red riot digging into the fat of it to rock you back and forth over is hardening girth. “r’member your manners, puppy. yer s’pposed to ask daddy nicely.” nonetheless, he relents and snatches up the box on the coffee table— handing it to you to unravel. “open it up, baby.”
excitedly, you tear through the daintily wrapped package, revealing a red patent leather collar—decorated with red and black bows, and a heart shaped tag with the letters ‘EK’ inscribed into it. collaring was a big deal in the hybrid community, it meant a permanent mark, belonging to someone, being in love.
“let me put it on you,” eijirou simpers, readily slipping the leather around your neck and sliding two fingers underneath it to tug your lips up to his. “i love you, pup.” he confesses, licking into your mouth hungrily and grinding up into your dripping heat.
it’s embarrassing how wet you’ve gotten and so fast, dumbly following him to the forest fire of lust, sucking on his tongue like a parched puppy lapping at the first drink it can get. hybrids slick up faster when aroused and kirishima turns you on like no other— somehow finding your panty covered clit between your salacious bump and grind.
slumping against his beefy chest, your nails dig deep into his shoulders and whistle tone dog squeaks bubble up on the swell of your lips each time eijirou swipes the pad of his thumb over your swelling pleasures nub, encouraging your juices to gush over his hard on—glueing you both together by strings your arousal.
“i love you too…p-please e-eiji!” the air in the room feels heavier, tainted with the lust that clouds your logical thought. in fact, you can’t even think right with the way your owner toys with you. he drools against your puppy tongue, curses into your heated mouth all while you’re riding his fingers like your life depends on it, kirishima pinching at your sticky clit just to hear more of your needy whines. “p-please daddy,”
the hand that once sat lightly against your neck now trails over each dip and curve of your body, barely brushing over your nipples or digging into the meat of your ass and thighs. “you look so fuckin’ good in the things i buy you, hun, drive me fuckin’ insane,” kirishima fights back a moan, cock twitching against your ass, desperate to be inside of you. “so beautiful in that lil’ dress, with my name around your neck. fuck… ‘m so lucky. my pup, daddy’s sexy fuckin’ puppy.” he rambles and praises you all at once, giving you whiplash, making you clench and ooze sweetly around nothing.
you’re sure that the redhead is almost as brainless and as fucked out as you are just from dry humping his darling little pup… but through his own grunts and groans, hips wildly bucking up to meet yours— kirishima still manages to dominate you, make you feel like you don’t even have to think around him. “you want me, pup, is that it? want me to fuck you?” he hums huskily against the shell of your ear, pinging your collar against your neck when you nod your head yes wordlessly. “gotta—fuck— gotta use your words f’daddy, c’mon now, you know that.”
“y-yes daddy, want you. badly.” you slur, and suddenly, your world tilts on its axis. your back hits the sofa with a bounce and you're pinned against it by the weight of your owner above you, your knees being pushed into your shoulders.
“a-always such a good…obedient lil thing f’me,” eijirou groans at the sight of you beneath him. “so perfect, ‘m so lucky t’have such a beautiful puppy all to myself, shit!” your silk baby doll gathers at your hips, soaked panties tucked to the side and your glistening, pulsing mound on display like an attraction made just for him. he wastes no time in yanking down his sweats and boxers in one go— revealing his bright red and angry dick, covered in a thick layer of gooey white precum. all for you. kirishima slaps the length of himself against your slit once, twice before his forehead falls against yours.
“p-put it in eiji, c-can’t wait daddy…”
even though your cute little sex makes him a wreck, eijirou still manages to hold control over you— teasing you as he forces his fat tip past your tiny, creamy entrance. “so impatient, cutie, i should make you say please… but fuck, i need you so bad right now. might not last long…”
the pair of you let out strained moans as kirishima pushes in and he reaches the hilt—your sweaty bodies flush against one another, both of you covered in layers of each other’s arousal. your pussy flutters at being filled up so fast, clinging onto the pretty blue veins that spiral around his chubby, swollen cock— a low whine rumbles in your chest as the redhead sets a rough stream to his thrusts, milky cockhead brushing against each pulse point on your sensitive walls.
it’s almost like you’re being knotted, squelching as kirishima tries to pull out of your snug sex that grips him selfishly. all the while, he pounds you to hell and back. you're so full, you’re a slobbering mess already teetering on the edge of insanity. red riot leans over you, washboard abs pressed against the backs of your thighs to force you down into the creaky couch— each time he withdraws from your messy and wet walls, your ears fall back and your tail thumps hard against the cushions, coated in your viscous nectar.
“fuck, this puppycunt sounds so dirty, gorgeous…feels like fuckin’ heaven,” he whispers to you, words damp on your cupid’s bow. “my perfect puppy, a dumb lil’doggy on my cock…s’such a fuckin’ dream.” your brain empties, becomes a void that’s filled with only eijirou kirishima and the way he fucks you deep, hits every spot, touches your body like a man worshipping a higher power. “‘m so lucky baby, really am.”
your collar jingles, the pendant with his name on it bouncing every time kirishima’s cock bullies its way into your gooey insides until they give into him. you’re the lucky one, you think— lucky to be loved like this, to have been rescued from the pound and pinned down on a dick that aches to be inside you, wrapping around his pulsing length to the point where you’re practically milking him already.
“d-daddy!” you hiccup, big fat tears clumping in your lashes, your face a beautiful mess to the man above you. “i can’t…”
the pro hero reaches down between your bodies, close to cumming just from listening to you howl over the sounds of skin slapping on skin, and tugs at your soft slick tail—stroking it until your pussy quivers and gushes around him, painting your babydoll dress and his half rolled down sweats with a fresh wave of your essence. every time he pets the fluffy appendage, you get wetter and wetter, tighter and tighter and your moans loud enough to wake the neighbours.
heavy hips rock into you, even heavier balls clap creamily against your fleshy ass and kirishima lets his head drop to your neck—biting and sucking possessively at exposed skin just above where your collar lies. “yes you fuckin’ can, your daddy’s good pup right?” he slurs hungrily, writing his claim against your throat. “when you get close, hold it f’daddy, be obedient ‘n you’ll get your reward.”
you feel like everything’s on fire, every nerve ending in your body buzzing with anticipation— the knot in your stomach seconds away from unwinding. “b-but daddy—!”
“hold it.” eijirou warns sternly, though his breath stutters— every instinct that he has threatening to breed you up full with a load of his hot cum. “h-hold it, hon,” you sob at the pain and pleasure of holding off, thighs twitching, tail hitting the couch hard and puppy ears flopping over your face. you’re so adorable like this, jolting up the piece of furniture as the redhead languidly canters into you. he finally breaks when you let out a weak cry of his name, his first spurts of cum pouring into you. “f-fuck, let go for me puppy, make a mess on daddy’s cock—shit, thats it. so good, all over me, wanna see you cummin’ with me…”
white hot ropes of seed paint your insides just as your eyes roll back into your skull. he feels so warm, coating your insides with a layer of his cum as if to claim you from the inside out. there’s so much of it that oozes out of your entrance thickly, like a running tap of honey that ruins your pussy lips with opaque white—triggering your own orgasm. kirishima holds you close, whispers sweet nothings into your ear as your release crashes over you, rocking your world while your juices splatter out against his pelvis and all over your cute little gown in clear streams.
“happy birthday, beautiful,” the redhead mumbles to you sweetly, kissing his initials on your pendant and right up to your lips. “i love you.”
“t-thank you eiji,” you whisper back— a sleepy, full and content puppy. “i love you too.”
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p.3 himbo!kirishima x petite!reader (gymbros series: rest day)
featuring aged up!kiri with growth spurt and long hair. i've actually had this in the drafts for a couple years, it's just that i didn't write an exposition and got straight to the point lmao. next part is on the way
warnings. nsfw, nearly f! oral, grinding, biting, mentions of mathematics
details. nsfw / gymbros with benefits/ aged up!kiri / fem!reader / mentions of f! masturbation / almost facesitting / mutual size kink / shy reader / support course student!reader / scars thirst / sharp teeth thirst / bakugou doesn't knock / 4.5k words
🤍 scenario series. part one / part two / kiri headcanons
more links. my ao3
The next few workouts grew increasingly more distracting and less efficient. Kirishima made it a point to talk more, get closer to you when not always necessary, and encourage you in ways he wouldn't use with other people who came to join.
You had moved to working out with varying amounts of Hero Course students that he introduced as his friends, too, all eager to meet you, in the Hero-specific gym.
This night wasn't the first time you visited his dorm room. The first was about five days prior when he invited you up to take a shower in his room.
Nothing 'happened,' but the whole experience was enough to fuel your fantasies for a few nights and make it evident that he wanted you, very badly and under any tangible excuse, in his bedroom.
It was Thursday night, and you had next to nothing else to do, so when he called, you picked up after a few rings and a deep breath.
(Y/n)!
He sounded so happy to say your name.
"Eijiro!" You smiled, not quite as excitable, but you did your best.
You busy tonight?
He laughed just off of the microphone, and you heard some other voices. He told one of them to shush, and another to go away. Your brow furrowed. It was one thing if he wanted you to come over, but another if you were hanging out with his friends.
Hello?
"Depends," You trailed, fingers fidgeting with your pajamas.
Iiiii was just wonderin' if you'd come hang for a while. No workout or anything.
His voice was a little sing-songy. It was extremely cute. While you were trying to rub the smile off of your face, he continued.
Just us.
"Yea-h," You answered, breathless.
It took a while to get ready to your liking after he let you off the phone. Thankfully, you showered earlier, so in the time it took to get dressed and out the door, he called again to ask if he needed to come get you.
You told him that wouldn't be necessary, as flattering as it was, and it took another minute to get him to hang up.
The Support Course housing wasn't too far away from his, you knew the way, and it was certainly not a dangerous walk, but when you turned the only corner of the walk, a familiar heavy-footed redhead was there to take you the remainder of the way.
"I should've walked with you the whole way!" He insisted when you told him his chivalry was appreciated, but not needed.
Surely he had safety as a primary concern. His Hero-centered brain was certain something might happen on the ten-minute walk over.
It was an animated walk to the dorms with this chatterbox next to you, but nothing compared to the chaos inside. Most students were gathered in the common area, loud and boisterous, all confirming your anxieties.
Kirishima picked up on this and kept a hand on your shoulder as you both passed, mostly unnoticed, through the busiest area near the entryway.
When the door closed, and the moment of relief was gone, you were a bit unsure of yourself. His company in public, or the gym, was one thing, but completely alone, behind a door?
You texted a friend where you were just in case.
But upon further inspection, he had prepared a silly movie and some snacks for you. His beanbag was what you were most excited about, but you kept it cool and only sat down at the soonest opportunity it could look natural. He took a seat on a small mat next to it and leaned on the bag. He was too big to share it with you but still wanted to be close.
The movie was menial compared to how much you both talked through it.
You got on the topic of perception and types, attractiveness, and the like. He had a difficult time understanding how you found him pretty and manly.
"What?" He laughed; he'd never been called that before. He liked it, but prompted you to explain.
He twisted his body to meet yours, already close on the floor right next to you.
"Well, you know-- you know," You tried to express, hand darting back to your side after leaving its resting place on his massive shoulder.
It was so much harder to compliment him when he wouldn't just take it. You sunk lower into the beanbag.
Part of him knew, you could hear it in the clip at the end of his sentences, a subtle request for you to keep making a fool of yourself.
"I don't think I do," He nabbed one of your wrists, his smile spreading when he found a similar one on your face and placed it back on his shoulder.
His eyes were eating you up, the inside of his own cheek offered as tribute in order to satiate his nerves.
"Well," You pushed a curious thumb into his ample flesh and tried to control a quick sigh, "You're... attractive."
"Attractive?" Kirishima repeated, amused and intrigued by your slow admission.
Quicker, a little panicked, you tried to rationalize it out loud, "Yeah, my friends think you are-- you're conventionally attractive, like it's not a secret or anything, everyone thinks you're hot."
An unsure hand slid, pressing here and there, over his squishy, thick bicep. You could barely fit your fingers all the way around it. There were an array of stretch marks, dark to light, all over his arms, chest, and on his tummy.
Maybe mentioning your friends was a wrong move, because now it sounded like you had gushed about him and showed pictures of him-- something you totally did do, but he didn't need to know that.
In your quick explanation, you couldn't keep quiet because you didn't want to hear his reply yet, so you just kept going, "A tall guy with huge muscles, and-- a big smile, with good hugs, who's really sweet, and considerate, and is open-minded and asks questions. I mean, who wouldn't like you?"
You had to suck in a breath, and in doing so, realized everything you said just as he did.
"Well, you make a pretty solid case," He laughed. He was blushing-- blushing, and had to look away from you.
This wasn't your first rodeo with a big guy, but it was certainly the most exciting. There was something about his soft, silly demeanor that held a chokehold on your heart.
He stood up and offered a hand to take you with him. But he pulled a tad too hard and you stumbled against him. He smiled, bashful still.
"What-uh, what else do you like?"
Your head was spinning. Maybe he wasn't so confident? Was that it? You were usually the one to break eye contact, but your clumsy, stupid words seemed to unlock the key to a shy side.
"U-hm," Eyes and fingers flitted up to his chest, then his broad shoulders, "I like... how strong you are."
Big hands squeezed around your waist, setting off a flurry of butterflies, and kept you plastered across his front, instead of your attempted distance.
"'Shouldn't tell me that," He muttered, fingers locked around each other on the curve of your spine.
You wanted to feel everything while you could-- you directed your touch to the back of his neck, and reached up as far as you could go with a face of focused concentration. Your voice was quiet, far away.
"Why not? It's true."
The grip pulling on you shifted and in seconds, he muscled you up by the ass to sit on his hips-- your thighs squeezed him but didn't need to when his grip was forcing you so hard against his cock.
He made a toothy grin at your shifting around, frantic grabbing, and looking down at the distant floor, "Gotta stay humble, man."
"Shut up," You couldn't look at his blacked-out pupils, so you opted for his mouth instead.
There were little scars all over his bottom lip, and when you started to glance around his handsome face, you realized there were many more.
You adjusted your hands around the back of his neck and, in the process of studying him, found a bigger one.
"Your eye," You took a thumb to his brow, concerned despite his small chuckle.
He closed his eyes to let you check out the shape, and you noticed he had a crooked nose. It looked like he'd broken it a few times, actually.
"That's from forever ago-- just my own shitty Quirk--,"
"Your Quirk isn't shitty." You stated, surprised a Hero Course student would bash on their own Quirk so casually.
His Quirk was, honestly, pretty cool. You wished you could do half of the things he could, and you were sure countless other students in his class felt the same way.
You rolled your hips up to lock your legs, "I like your Quirk."
He was so hot and firm, it was distracting-- you immediately needed to know if it would fit. A breathy laugh pushed past his lips and he looked down, away from you, with an identical thought.
Your lips were barely an inch apart when he looked back up, conflicted and bothered in many ways.
"I really like when you do that," He muttered, focused entirely on your glossy bottom lip.
You did a lot of things but boiled it down to either the grinding or the compliment.
"I...really like you, too--"
For some reason, his trailing off sounded like he was about to say 'but,' which didn't make any sense. You started to frown. You thought all the feelings were pretty uncomplicated, here.
"--But I wanted to take you to dinner, first."
A smile that was so big it hurt stretched across your face. That was the cutest, hottest thing you ever heard.
Your palm flattened against the side of his head and he followed your gentle lead, like a puppy on a leash, just happy to be there. Happy to please.
You considered it, only because he looked genuinely apologetic.
But he adjusted you a little on his hips, and his fingers were edging onto your bare skin, and you lost your train of thought.
"We can worry about dinner tomorrow," A mumbled solution was quickly swallowed by his hungry mouth-- you quickly learned that he was a messy kisser, but didn't have the energy to care.
Strawberry lipgloss smeared to oblivion, he left you breathless and pained when he pulled away to sit down and enjoy your flawless neck.
His lengthy time there, hands clawing the plush of your ass, forced you to sit still and pretty on top of his confined cock.
You pushed your forehead onto his oversized shoulder, panting already at the restraint and realization that you'd have to go out in public with huge splotches of purple and green all over your neck.
He sunk his teeth into you and closed his jaw, leaving deep, puffy lines in your skin-- you squirmed away with a shaky sound, but were only met with a forearm barring you in by the lower back.
"If you don't like it rough, you can always tell me to stop," He reminded you, playful and a little condescending.
If he was going to be filthy, you wanted to return the energy.
"Mm-mm," While he was more maneuverable, you took the opportunity to press another deep, needy kiss on his big, scarred lips, "Put those teeth to good use."
Kirishima almost shied away from your sugar-sweet tone, your sudden confidence in the face of words that he had to craft very carefully. His saving grace was your subtle confirmation.
"I knew you had a thing for my teeth," He stole a few more giggly kisses and was sure to carefully take your bottom lip.
It was technically a lie-- he didn't come up with that theory on his own. Sero had to bring it up with him after he noticed your fixation.
"I've got a thing for you," You admitted.
Your hands explored his broad back, trying to fight your squirming as he switched sides and started high on the other side of your neck. His excited chuckles buzzing against your heated skin were not making it easy.
His long hair kept getting in your face. Instead of blowing the locks away, you tracked your fingers up through the back and tugged it away, but it elicited an almost automatic motion in his hips, up into you.
You laughed at his failed grab up at your fist and, with the same mocking tone he used with you, chirped, "If you don't like it rough..."
"God, you're funny too--," Kirishima sighed and pulled your shirt over your head before you could object.
"Oh."
He must not have realized your common choice to go braless beforehand, because your blank torso left a funny, flushed look on his face.
It was hard to tell, though, and your immediate understanding of his surprise demanded an apology and crossed arms with an uncomfortable chuckle, "Sorry-- I think you've got me beat in cup size."
"No-nono, they're great, fantastic, amazing," He pulled on your arms and explained so quick you had to read his lips to understand him, "I didn't mean to- I'm just-- happy I don't have to struggle with a clip."
You had to wonder how many girls he'd been with, what his expectations were, because he clearly had some experience.
As he hoisted you up, light as a feather to him, to put you on your back, you wondered if he was good. If he'd be patient with the best and worst parts.
The mattress groaned beneath his weight as he wasted no time to shift over your pretty, raised chest. When he put a fraction of his body on you, you almost gave the same reaction.
His lips and tongue on your sensitive bud almost convinced you to not ask, but your body was screaming for him to get off.
"How much do you weigh?"
You raked your fingernails through his scalp with a labored inhale and felt him smile.
"290[131 kg], around there." He kissed the bitemark he left on your breastbone and switched sides.
Half of the time, you couldn't fathom how massive he was in comparison to you, so you didn't try. But now, with practically nothing else to do than compare, it was mindblowing.
If he wasn't careful, he might risk seriously injuring you. Rough, for his size and strength, might actually be dangerous. You cringed at how unsexy it sounded to suffer a torn muscle or a broken bone because you didn't know each other's limits.
"Still not where I want to be," His canine almost clipped you as he spoke, forcing you to flinch, "Trying to get to 300."
Your thighs squeezed around his torso, shamefully turned on by the risk. He made a grumbly, understanding groan on your breast with a dose of intense eye contact.
"You like big guys, huh?"
You huffed and pushed on his enormous shoulders, "Obviously."
Another kiss to the center of your chest gave way to lower and lower toothy, ruttish kisses. He loved the way you fueled his ego by acknowledging his size.
"Can I--," You sighed, not wanting to be picky, but concerned for your pussy with his combined leverage and clumsy habits in this position, "Can I sit on your face--?"
"Yes."
That was a lot easier than you anticipated. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, determined to not let you move without his manual aid, and fell onto his back.
He was very pretty under you.
Hair splayed out, at least before he started to tie it up, his impressive body all exposed for you to admire and touch, his eyes glued to only you.
You didn't want to part from the print in his sweatpants, perfectly content grinding on it instead, but he hooked his hands beneath your thighs and pulled you up.
As disappointed as you were to part, you knew you needed this so it'd fit easier.
It took a moment to find the tiny zipper of your skirt, but when you did, Kirishima moved your hands away and did it himself, grinning at your cute frown.
"You gotta get used to me doing things for you, baby," He dropped them off of the side of the bed.
"Baby?" You repeated to yourself, more focused on the name and insinuation that he wanted to do this regularly than his head between your thighs.
He brought you out of your spinning head with a long, slow kiss to your thigh, longer and slower than he originally intended, because now he wanted to mark all of you up.
Another bite reminded you--
"Be careful with your teeth- please."
The chewing on your other leg paused, and he chuckled against it, "Of course."
A slow, gentle kiss through your thin, soaked undies, "I'm real careful when I wanna be."
Your posture struggled to stay up already. You took a fistful of his hair and screwed up his ponytail as his arms held you down, fingers hooked into the fabric.
The sharp, invasive noise of a door opening and a familiar, scratchy voice shot your body with a stiffness you had never felt before.
"Hey Dumbass, let's get this over with already, I wanna--,"
Two pairs of red eyes widened at the same exact time as you caught your breath to scream bloody murder.
Kirishima pushed you into the mattress with a Hero-like quickness, shushing your shrill curses and smothering your body with his comforter and own body.
It was far too late. Bakugou was standing stock-still at the open door, hand struggling to find it again in order to close it, while he stared open-mouthed and beet red at his buddy.
Despite you yelling at him to get out, fuck off, get lost, and the like, he only listened to Kirishima when he was told to, 'Wait outside the door for a sec, man.'
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay," He leaned over you, breathing hard and on the verge of tears, "It's okay, you're okay--,"
"It's not!! It's not! You didn't lock the door?!"
"The dorms here don't have locks," He explained, way too calm for your liking.
You repeated, 'Don't have locks,' until you could find another thing to focus on.
"He saw me," You got worked up again, sniffling, "He--,"
"Awww, nonono," Kirishima lifted you up into a strong hug and kissed the side of your head, "I promise he doesn't care, baby. He's not that kinda guy."
It was too much, you were just with him in the gym and now he saw you, completely nude, sitting on his best friend's face. You wanted to leave immediately.
"I'm gonna talk to him, okay?"
He tried to let you go, but you stayed latched on, making him laugh. He grabbed a stray shirt from his bedframe and smelled it, then offered it as a replacement.
You first wiped the tears off of your face with it, hasty and angry, then mumbled as he stood back up, "Beat him up or something."
"I'll try," He joked and gave your leg a little rub before leaving to meet Bakugou in the hall.
His absence was sobering.
The very first thing you did was shimmy yourself into his gigantic t-shirt, with an obnoxiously long inhale through the dark grey cotton. His scent was like a shot of morphine.
Then, you sat very still, his collar over your nose, comforter still confining you like a caterpillar, to listen to the sounds of hushed voices right outside the door.
Why the hell didn't you knock--?
Don't get pissy at me! You're not supposed to have chicks in your room!
Bro, you KNEW how I felt and you KNEW she was over.
And YOU knew that Stats assignment was due at six. YOU asked ME to come over at 5.
It wasn't quite Kirishima throwing punches, but he did sound upset for you. You linked your fingers together and stared at the door.
I thought I made it pretty clear what I'd be doing for the next few hours, man.
No, No, No, and you still haven't. Looks like you beat the shit out of her! What the hell is on her neck?!
Dude, come on, you've never seen a hickey? Oh, waaait--
Don't.
There was a moment of tense quiet, and you were still holding out hope for Kirishima to kick his loud friend's ass, but it never came.
Let's just hurry this up.
The doorknob twisted then returned without opening. You pulled the shirt back down where it was supposed to go. More heated words, then Kirishima reappeared with an initial look that could kill. It was replaced with a polite, mom-pleasing smile at you.
"Hi," He waved, then glanced behind the door, "I hate to ask, but--"
"Move." Bakugou reappeared and didn't even spare a glance in your direction.
Despite Kirishima's warnings, went straight to the desk and sat a bag down, his permanent grumpy face no indicator of what he was thinking or what he felt.
Instead of joining him, Kirishima sat on the mattress next to you, found your skirt in the process, and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"Like I said, he doesn't care," He rolled his eyes back to Bakugou, then sighed at how adorable you looked in his bed and the blunt pain in his pants.
His hand rested on the side of your face, the pad of his thumb dusting over your puffy bottom lip. He leaned in to kiss you.
"Oh my god, let's go," Bakugou clicked on the online assignment.
"Would you chill the fuck out?" Kirishima spat, his face dropped to one of bitter annoyance.
Red flag or not, you couldn't tell through your rose-colored glasses. You liked how upset he got over not spending alone time with you right now.
Even Bakugou, who knew him a lot better, a lot longer, than you, looked surprised to hear that tone leave his mouth.
Ever trifling, he shook it off and reminded him as he walked over, "Coulda done this shit two weeks ago."
As they shared more passive-aggressive words, you realized all you could do was sit there and stare at a wall. Your phone was on the desk next to Bakugou's hip, so there was no quality distraction for you.
You started counting the stripes on your skirt, then pleats, then stitches.
That got boring, so you started trying to look at what was on the shirt he gave you. Some old red guy.
He had the same old Hero on a few posters in his room. Crimson Riot-- you realized he must've modeled his whole Hero theme from him. The name and vibe were pretty similar.
He had a lot of pillows. Your understanding was that guys usually had two, or just one. But he had seven on his bed. Maybe he had sleeping problems? Or maybe he just liked pillows. Hopefully not like that.
You wondered why he kept someone like Bakugou around as a best friend. You were still pissed off at him, so it was hard not to stare, but you could get away with steeping in your frustration a while longer.
Not only was their Class better-known throughout the school for being really stupid and really great, but Bakugou was the acme of stupid and great, so every rumor and preconception you had was confirmed, so far, with his behavior. Just as much of an asshole as everyone says.
But it must've meant something that Kirishima liked him. Either Kirishima was meaner than he was letting on, or Bakugou was nicer. You hoped it was the latter.
They were stuck on a problem, and while Kirishima didn't seem to care so much, Bakugou was losing it over his own answer being wrong.
Apparently, their assignments had slightly different questions. Modeled the same, but with different values. And Bakugou couldn't figure this one out.
You got tired of hearing him repeat himself, how he had to be right, how the person who made this version of the assignment put something in wrong.
Although you had different teachers for Statistics, the material couldn't have been entirely dissimilar. You stood and realized you didn't even need the skirt-- his shirt was like a sundress.
"I didn't think Hero Course students took normal subjects," You tiptoed over to the desk, on the opposite side as Bakugou, and kept your eyes fixated on the problem on the screen.
Maybe if Kirishima wasn't distracting you, you weren't distracting him.
You mumbled under your breath, "Events which occur randomly... rate r counted over... period of length s so... event count X is Poisson...Find P of X is 2, X is... okay, ummmm," You tucked your lip between your teeth and stole the paper from Bakugou's side to record all of the given elements of the question.
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as you started explaining in much clearer detail what they all stood for, why it seemed like a bunch of mumbo-jumbo, and answered his sometimes mind-bogglingly stupid questions with enviable patience.
It was starting to become obvious that Kirishima was not perfect. He even struggled with basic math.
One could argue that based on the number of times you caught him looking at the hem of his shirt on your thigh, it was safe to assume that maybe he had something else on his mind, too.
"Sooo, that would mean...?"
Kirishima leaned forward, two strong forearms on either side of you, to type his answer into the box.
Your tummy was doing flips as he rolled his chair closer, face pressed into your waist.
A little green checkmark appeared. He pulled you in by the opposite hip and kissed your side while Bakugou snatched up the work you helped Kirishima do.
"You're such a good teacher," Was mumbled low and smiley into the softness of your waist-- you cringed away, but once again, he held you still.
Bakugou didn't acknowledge it. But he didn't shoo you away or make any comments when Kirishima tugged you into his lap.
First, you shoved his shirt down so there wasn't a repeat of last time, and then, you tried to keep your pitiful protests to yourself once he started bouncing his leg up and down.
He pressed you to the edge of the desk so he could still write and type while Bakugou basically just told him what to do.
After that question, there weren't any more mistakes that needed fixing.
Which was fortunate considering that you would be incapable of forming a cohesive sentence. The constant force of his thigh was absolute heaven against your neglected pussy.
You kept face until Bakugou began to gather his things to leave. When he turned to place a textbook in his bag, Kirishima snaked an arm around your waist and started to add to the marks he left on your neck earlier.
Your thighs squeezed and you clawed at his knee and his wrist. He bit your ear in return and shoved his face into your hair.
The blond slung his bag over his shoulder.
Kirishima briefly came back to the real world with a quick dap-up and, "Take care, dude. See ya tomorrow."
"Yeah," Bakugou glanced at you, then back at his buddy, "Be safe."
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Cooongrats on 3k... you could share and gibe me some followers :< but fine... I get it... :'<
Giving you piggyback rides with... Prohero!Kirishima with fellow Pro fem!reader! I'd like to ask for a short fic.
Love you and congrats again! 🐺💖
A piggyback ride - Kirishima x Reader
Synopsis: during a fight against villains, you injured your knee. Eijiro made sure your knee was treated, and afterwards, he ensured you got back home safely
A/N: thank you, love! Trust me, if I could, I would give you everything! Nevertheless, I hope you'll enjoy this tiny, fluffy fic ♥
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You sat on the cold pavement, your knee throbbing in pain as the adrenaline from the battle subsided. The successful mission had left the city center safe, but it had taken a toll on you. Your fellow Prohero, Kirishima, rushed to your side with concern etched on his face.
"Y/N, are you okay?" Kirishima's deep voice resonated with worry as he knelt beside you, his red hair falling gently over his eyes.
"I'll be fine, just twisted my knee during the fight," you replied, trying to put on a brave face despite the pain.
Kirishima's strong and chiseled features softened as he examined your injury. "You shouldn't push yourself too hard, you know? Let me help you back to the agency."
You nodded, appreciating his concern. As a fellow Prohero, you had shared countless battles and trained together. Kirishima was known for his unwavering determination and strength, making him an invaluable asset during missions. Today, he had proved once again why he was the hero you admired the most.
Gently, Kirishima scooped you up into his arms, carrying you as if you weighed nothing at all. His muscles flexed under his costume, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of safety being held in his arms.
"Are you comfortable?" Kirishima asked with a hint of worry as he began to walk towards the agency's headquarters.
You smiled warmly. "Yes, thank you, Kirishima. You're a lifesaver."
He chuckled, his smile infectious. "Just doing my duty as your partner," he said, and you could hear the genuine care in his voice.
The streets were still filled with the aftermath of the battle, but you didn't mind. The sight of Kirishima, the hero with a heart of gold, carrying you through the chaos made everything seem peaceful. People cheered and thanked both of you for saving the city, and their words only served to strengthen your admiration for Kirishima.
As you approached the agency's headquarters, Kirishima gently set you down on a nearby bench. He crouched down in front of you, concern etched on his face once more. "Is there anything I can get you? Water, first aid?" he asked, his eyes locked onto yours.
"Just some water would be great," you replied, touched by his thoughtfulness.
Kirishima dashed inside and returned with a bottle of water. As you sipped the cool liquid, he sat down beside you, leaning in slightly. "You were amazing out there," he said, admiration evident in his voice. "Your dedication and courage inspire me every day, truly, Y/N."
Blushing, you looked away. "Thanks, Eijiro. But I couldn't have done it without you. You were incredible out there too."
His face turned a faint shade of pink, and he scratched the back of his head. "Heh, thanks. We make a great team, don't we?"
"We really do," you agreed, a soft smile on your lips.
After a while, your knee felt better, and you knew you should head inside for proper medical attention. However, you couldn't help but feel reluctant to leave Kirishima's side. Being carried by him had brought a new sense of intimacy, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than ever.
As if reading your mind, Kirishima stood up and extended a hand to help you up. "Come on, let's get that knee checked out."
You took his hand, and he pulled you up with ease. Inside the agency, you received the medical care you needed, and your knee was wrapped in bandages. As you emerged from the infirmary, Kirishima was waiting for you with that warm smile of his.
"I guess I should head home now," you said with a hint of reluctance. "It's been a long day."
"Actually," Kirishima began, "I thought maybe I could walk you home. Or, um, carry you home again if you're still in pain."
You couldn't help but smile at his offer. "I'd love that, Eijiro. But I don't want to cause you problems…"
He grinned back, a twinkle in his eyes. "Are ya joking? Hop on." Kirishima crouched down, gesturing for you to hop on his back.
With a light leap, you hopped onto Kirishima's back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stood back up. The world shifted as you were lifted into the air, and you couldn't help but feel giddy like a child again. This time, you didn't mind the pain in your knee as much, for the joy of being with Kirishima far outweighed any discomfort.
As he carried you through the city once again, you couldn't help but reflect on how lucky you were to have such a caring and strong partner. With Kirishima by your side, you felt invincible, both in battle and in life. You rested your chin on his shoulder, enjoying the view from a different perspective.
After reaching your apartment, Kirishima gently set you down on the ground, ensuring you were steady on your feet. The pain in your knee had subsided a bit, but you knew you still needed to take it easy.
"Thank you so much for carrying me all the way here, Eijiro," you said, grateful for his support and care.
He blushed at your words, his ears turning slightly red as well. "Ah, it was nothing, really. I couldn't just leave you to struggle, you know?"
You smiled warmly and, feeling a rush of affection, leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.
Kirishima's blush deepened, and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "You don't have to thank me," he mumbled, his voice a mix of embarrassment and delight.
"But I want to," you replied, gazing into his eyes. "You're always there for me, Kirishima. I appreciate everything you do, big or small."
His bashful demeanor melted away, replaced by a warm and genuine smile. "Well, I'm glad I can be there for you. You mean a lot to me, and I'll always support you, no matter what."
You felt your heart swell with affection for the amazing hero standing before you. Without a second thought, you reached out and took his hand in yours, interlocking your fingers.
"Thank you for being the best partner and friend anyone could ask for," you said, sincerity lacing every word.
Kirishima's smile grew wider, his grip on your hand tightening gently. "And thank you for being an incredible hero and an even more incredible person. I'm lucky to have you in my life."
Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. In that moment, you realized just how deep your feelings ran for Kirishima, and you knew that the kiss you had shared earlier was just the beginning of something special.
As the evening turned into night, you both stood there, hand in hand, basking in the newfound connection between you. There were no words necessary, for the unspoken understanding and affection were enough to fill the air around you.
With a soft smile, Kirishima leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, a silent promise of his support and love. And in that simple gesture, you knew that you had found someone who would stand by your side through thick and thin.
From that day on, giving you piggyback rides became a cherished tradition between you and Kirishima. Whether it was after a mission or simply spending time together, being carried by him symbolized the unwavering support and love you shared. And as the days turned into months and months into years, your bond with Kirishima only grew stronger, proving that heroes not only save the world but also each other's hearts. You faced countless battles together, each victory strengthening the love between you. And on quieter days, you'd steal moments of tranquility, simply enjoying each other's company, knowing that you were each other's safe haven in a world filled with chaos.
Together, you found strength in each other's presence, and with Kirishima by your side, you knew that anything was possible. You had not only found a hero but a partner, a confidant, and a love that would endure any obstacle.
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Eijirou Overheard
Prompt I used from @strawberrystepmom: which of ur favs hears you lamenting the fact u have to exist in this body from your closet and peeks around the corner and just says "get on the bed"
Warnings/Tags: smut, aged-up characters, vaginal sex, body worship, breath play, orgasm denial, eye contact, praise, pet names, mirror sex, sex toys, fingering, squirting, creampie, breeding, soft dom, pussy smacking, emotional sex, size difference, dry humping, self-esteem issues, comfort smut.
5k+ wc o.o
Minors Do NOT Interact, Smut under the cut.
🪨 Kirishima, Eijirou🪨
Standing in front of the mirror wearing nothing but your panties and one of Eijirou’s baggy t-shirts —which fits you more like a dress— you're scrutinizing your reflection. Feeling as unattractive as ever, you stare at the pudge of your tummy in your hands and the thickness of your thighs that had no gap. Doubt begins to flood your mind, and you struggle to fight back tears, “how could anyone love me like this?” you mutter to yourself in the walk-in-closet. Hopelessly, taking in the sight of your body, you can't help but think that Ejirou deserves someone better because you feel like you aren’t good enough for him. And the mere thought of it just makes you want to curl up in a ball and hide away from the world. “This is really the body I have to exist in? What a joke.” Squeezing your eyes shut, “There’s no way he looks at me every day and doesn’t feel grossed out. How the fuck am I supposed to live with myself?” you sputter, tears roll freely down your cheeks, and you wipe them away with your sleeve.
Eijirou is reclined against the headboard of your California king bed, in the primary bedroom, just outside. He’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone when he hears muffled whispers coming from the closet. His brow furrows as he recognizes your voice, and he can’t help but feel a pang of sadness as he listens to you berate yourself. Hearing you tear apart your appearance, and assuming that he finds you repulsive… Eijirou can’t bear the thought of you believing that.
Immediately, he gets up, disregarding his phone, which clatters to the floor. He approaches the open doorway, watching you from the outside. Listening. The distressed look on his often upbeat and bright-eyed face catches you off guard when you notice his hulking figure staring at your back in the mirror reflection, causing you to grow quiet. Eijirou’s head is cocked, and his fists are clenching and unclenching the material of his red sweatpants. Frustrated and desperate. His eyebrows are furrowed, with a deep crease growing between them, and his lips are pressed together in a line. “Y/n,” he spoke in a low voice, almost inaudible. “What on earth are you doing, baby?”
You anxiously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, averting your eyes, trying to hide your embarrassment. You hadn't anticipated him to coming in or hearing your outbursts. You were too caught up in your own bullshit to even consider the fact that you might have been a bit loud. Eijirou’s hearing was on another level, after all. Mouth dry. Feeling the weight of the tension between you two, you try to explain the situation. You want to make it clear that you weren't in here having a pity party and feeling sorry for yourself, “um… well you know… I just—” but that would have been a lie. How do you tell him that you’re afraid to lose him because you couldn’t be at your best? That this version of you isn’t the same girl he fell in love with, and you know he’ll eventually leave you because of it? “I-I don’t know,” you stammer, your voice barely a whisper. He shakes his head, his expression softening. “I just want to understand,” he says, in a soothing tone. You take a deep breath, and you’re at a loss for words. “Eiji, I’m sorry, I don’t–-”
"C'mere, sweetie," he calls out to you, and you reluctantly take a step forward, heart beating faster with every step. He looks you in the eyes with a stern expression, in disbelief that you would think he wouldn't love you as you are, no matter how much you change. Eijirou takes your hand and draws you in as his chest tightens and his throat constricts. Hugging you close, you are enveloped in the warmth of his touch, filling the air around you with the scent of his cologne. There’s a sense of security in the embrace.
Eijirou takes your face in his hands and looks into your eyes, while his own are filled with emotion. The doubt and fear are evident in your eyes, and he wants to take it all away. Speaking softly, his voice is full of love and understanding, “please, don’t do this to yourself.” He tells you that he loves you just as you are, and he always will. Pulling you into a hug, Eijirou holds you tightly, his heart beating in time with yours. Wanting you to know that you are perfect, just the way you are, “I wouldn’t change a single fucking thing about you. You should know that by now,” he breathed into your skin. Soft lips graze the lobe of your ear, he plants a gentle kiss to your neck just below it. “What’s got you feeling this way? What can I do to make it better? Am I not praising you enough? What do you need?” The questions just kept coming, and he exhales heavily, voice trembling as he tries to reel himself back, so he doesn’t overwhelm you. Eijirou’s grasp tightens a bit as he shakes his head, feeling responsible, “I just love you, okay.”
Still wrapped up in Eijirou’s hold, he nuzzles you, continuing to trail kisses down your collarbone. “You know how gorgeous you are? Hmn?”
“Eiji, don’t–” tears prick at the corners of your eyes again. “You don’t have to lie to me. And it’s not you or anything you’re doing. I just look a mess, and I know you probably want something else. Someone else.”
He draws back, grabbing your waist with both hands as he looks down into your eyes, gaze piercing. He tenderly brushes away the tears that have started to fall, “You're so beautiful, my love. Don’t ever forget that.” He presses his forehead to yours, letting you feel the love he has for you, letting it wrap around you like a warm blanket. His hands cup your face, and he looks into your eyes, “I will never let you forget.” Eijirou takes your hand in his, pulling you with him, and leading you over to the spacious mattress. “Eiji…?”
“Get on the bed,” he calmly commands, walking away to the opposite side of the room and returning with a heavy mirror, which he sets down against the wall across from the bed. “I don’t want to hear any more of that self loathing” he says, reaching over to you, lifting you up and letting you straddle in his lap facing away from him. Eijirou gestures toward your reflection, “look at yourself, sweet pea.” He continues, “you see this beautiful face?” He lightly runs his fingers over your puffy cheeks. “It’s the first face I want to see when I wake up every morning.” Pressing a kiss to your jawline, “did you know that?” he wonders. “And these lips,” tracing the pads of his fingers over the pillow softness of them then bending your face in the direction of his,“ are the only ones I want to kiss. Ever...” he claims.
Eijirou kisses you softly and delicately, gliding his moist, adoring lips over yours. His lips caress yours while his hands cup your face, cradling you in his warmth as he explores your mouth. After a quick tug of his teeth, he deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue across the floor of your mouth, begging for entry. You part your lips at his request, and his wet muscle prods and dances with your own. You feel a spark of electricity course through your body, heart beginning to race as the exchange intensifies. Arms drawing you closer, pressing your body against his as his mouth moves hungrily against yours. You can feel the passion between you, the love and longing that radiates from him as he kisses you…
Breaking off with labored panting and a stand of spit tying you together, "Just you," he breathes, momentarily makes eye contact with you again before turning your head back to the mirror. Eijirou’s large hands snake under the thin fabric of the t-shirt and settle on your full breast, “this body.” He massages your breasts, forcing your nipples to stiffen while he showers your neck possessively with open-mouth kisses, marking your skin. Tingling sensations shoot from your chest and down to your core, and you toss your head back, whimpering at the sensation. “How could I not love you, especially when I get to see you like this?” He questions, flicking his tongue over your jaw. “Who wouldn’t be turned on—” he teases your nipple with more force— “by you?” he continued as your breath caught, and a light tremor coursed through your body.
Through the fabric of his sweatpants and your damp panties, you can feel the throb of his strong cock as one of his hands descends from your breast to grip your hip. Driving you deeper into his lap, Eijirou helps you rock your hips back and forth, dragging your sopping pussy along his erection. “Nngh, you feel that?” groans Eijirou. “Look up for me, sweet cheeks,” he whispered breathlessly, nipping your lobe. Distracted by the intensity of the situation, you continued to moan, completely consumed by the friction against your lower lips. When suddenly, a sharp smack to your clothed clit startles you out of the moment, a faint squeak leaving your mouth. You look up at Eijirou through the mirror with a bewildered expression on your face.
“I need you to pay attention, princess. I know all this feels real fuckin’ good—” he smirks, sharp teeth peeking out— “and I want you to feel good, but I also want you to understand exactly why you deserve it,” Eiji explains.
“Now—” fingertips skimming over your clit to ease the sting that left it throbbing just seconds ago— “tell me how pretty you are. I wanna hear it.”
Your brow furrows at the assumed request, “Eijirou, I don’t think—” “Shh… Shh… Look at me, sweetie. Hey–” he interrupts, turning your head to face him again. He raises his eyebrows, a hint of frustration in his voice, “you know what you're supposed to say” he said. Chuckling dryly, there was an incredulous look on his face. With a tsk, he cocked his head to the side, eyes never leaving your face. "Wanna try that again? Hmn?" he offered, his voice low and expectant. “Because I wasn’t asking.” Eijirou’s hand is firm at the base of your neck, waiting.
You respond, "Yes… Daddy," and his demeanor softens, glowing with affection as he searches your eyes for a sign of understanding and acceptance. He then slowly releases his grip, his hands trailing down your arms and up again, a gesture of reassurance and love.
“Go on,” he said, arms encircling your waist and giving you a tight squeeze with his chin resting on your shoulder. He moves his knees side to side, which makes you sway subtly like you’re dancing.
“I— umm. I’m…p-pretty.”
“Well done, baby. And what exactly about you makes you so damn pretty? Hmm?” Eiji nuzzles your cheek supportively, a grin on his face and eyes bright.
“I’ve been… taking care of my skin a lot better lately, so there’s that, I guess that counts for something. ”
"Oh, yeah. I've noticed," Eijirou admits, his voice a low rumble as he loosens his hold, hands trailing down your thighs before coming back up to rest on your hips. His fingers gently massage as they press into your skin, kneading the soft flesh as he gives another light squeeze. "You're so fuckin' soft, princess," he murmurs, his hands moving lower, coming to rest on your ass cheeks. He caresses the round spheres in circular motions feeling how silky your skins feels, with his calloused fingers, sending a rush of pleasure through you that makes you to gasp. "F-fuck," he breathes, his voice reacting with thick with desire, “so smooth and so fuckin’ soft.”
Ejirou crushes his face into the skin of your neck humming deeply, grunting and sending vibrations through you, causing you to giggle a little. You can feel his open-mouthed grin against you, the response from him causing you to smile as well. “What’s so funny, munchkin? Huh?!” He starts tickling you and you’re both laughing. Your bodies jerk around as he pokes at your sides causing an eruption of laughter. Suddenly and unexpectedly, all the squirming causes his fully hard shaft, which is right beneath your sticky folds, to brush, resulting in much-needed friction. You and Eijirou moan collectively, then his tongue is back on you. His focus shifts back to your waiting heat, and he rubs tight circles on your tiny rosebud. He hums again as his other hand grips your hip, his fingers and tongue working with precision and sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
Eijirou’s breath is hot and heavy, and you can feel his excitement and anticipation as he builds up to the inevitable, “Wait—mmm— wait, honey.” He softly pats your pussy before stilling his movements completely. Clearing his throat, he tries to regain control of himself and says, “not yet, I wanna hear more.”
You groan in frustration, “Eeijiiii… c’mon. I can’t wait, I want you,” you whine.
“You want me, baby?” he questioned, half amused, half turned-on.
“Yeeeah. Yes. Yes, Daddy, I want you,” you assert.
“Oh, you’re going all in on the begging. Trying to wear me down, huh?” He chuckles. “It’s almost working,” he licks his lips, “but not quite. We still have business to take care of.”
Folding your arms, you turn away, switching to full-on brat-mode. Eijirou just smirks in amusement, “uh uh uh, don’t start that bratty shit right now, babe. Now’s not the time,” he says vehemently as he grips the nape of your neck firmly. “I’m serious.” He looks into your eyes, his voice authoritative but soft. "I can't have you hurting yourself like you were doing earlier. That shit stops now, you understand me? Nod if you understand." And you do, your heart beating fast in anticipation. You always found it so sexy how quickly his mood can change like this. One moment Eijirou is all jokes and smiles, then the next, he’s churning your insides relentlessly, barely caring if it hurts because he promises to make it better later. Eijirou always takes care of you.
He’s smiling now as he leans over to the bedside table, retrieving the Hitachi wand. Leaning back, the wand is plugged and set to the side. Eiji spreads his legs, in turn, spreading yours along with them. His hands remain on your hips as he speaks, his voice resuming in a low whisper in your ear. “I want you to look at yourself. Not at me. Not anywhere else. Look at yourself and see how fucking breathtaking you are,” he breathed against the back of your neck, leaving small pecks here and there as he spoke. His words are like a caress, and you can feel your body responding to his touch. “I promise to make you cum when I see that you deserve it.”
You feel the waistband of your panties being pulled taut to your skin, with a snap, sounds of ripping fill the air. Now you’re sitting in his lap naked from the waist down and when he commands, “lift your arms. C’mon, up,” you comply, allowing him to slip his oversized t-shirt from your body and toss it to the side. “There we go. Look at that Goddess,” he eagerly expresses, squeezing emphasis at your waist. In a flash, he loses his shirt too, and now you’re laying back against his chest, skin to skin.
“And look at this pretty pussy,” he points out, spreading your folds with his fingers to put you on full display. Involuntarily, your tight wet hole clenches at nothing, and he hums approval at the action. “A very pretty pussy on a very pretty girl. Don’t you agree?” He strokes your hair with the other hand while eyes rake over your body, and you feel a little self-conscious, making an effort to try and close your legs which are pinned open by his own. “Aht aht, be a good girl. Keep 'em open for me,” he warns as he strokes your inner thigh to relax you. A shiver goes through you. “Good…” he says, content with your obedience.
Eijirou takes the Hitachi wand in hand. Without turning it on, he taps it on your clit, forcing a whimper out of you. Teasing. The hand stroking your hair moves to your jaw, “before we begin, I want you to know that I don't appreciate it when you insult my wife.” His breath fans over your skin from how close he is to your face. "You know... there are consequences for every choice, for every decision, for every word that comes out of your mouth" the hand on your jaw slips to your neck, giving it a strong squeeze before resting there— “for every action. Hmn?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He flips the switch to high, and a frantic cry bubbles from your lips. “Goood…” he drags.
You’ve barely been touched yet the feeling is already almost too much to handle, with the pressure in your lower abdomen quickly building. Your eyes begin to roll back, and he pulls the wand away, stifling the progression of your orgasm. “Pleeeaase, oh please! Don’t—” “Hey, now, who’s that beautiful woman I see?” he’s teases. “It’s me!” you sputter breathlessly. “I’m sorry, it’s me! Oh god, it’s me. Please!”
“Say Daddy, I’m a Goddess,” Eijirou demands, an eyebrow raised.
“Imagoddess!” you let out a little too quickly.
Another smack to your pussy, “Again. Slower this time,” he bites.
“F-fuck! Daddy, I’m a Goddes—” buzzing breaking the ending of your sentence, the switch had been flipped, sending more vibrations through you. “I need you to believe it, baby. Talk to me, princess. Quickly or I won’t let you cum” he advises matter-of-factly, massaging up and down your dripping cunt with the toy.
You eagerly nod, “Yes, Daddy. I'm your good girl. I'm your—” your breath catches for a moment, and you struggle to keep your eyes trained on the mirror— “Goddess. Please, Daddy. I need your touch. Wanna feel you,” you begged, your voice shaking desperately.
He chuckled softly, “That's right. You’re my Goddess,” he murmured, his touch growing more insistent as he moved his hands over your body, twisting and pulling at your nipples. Eijirou leans down to take one of them into his mouth, slathering his lubricated tongue over the nub and suckling hard, releasing with a wet pop. “Keep talking, love. Daddy wants to hear it all.” He continues to smack his lips against your hard buds sloppily, saliva dripping down.
You look down at him, mouth falling open in pleasure before you say, “only you know how to make my pretty pussy feel this good Daddy–mmfuck. I feel so—” your stomach tightens— “desired... S-so loved. So wanted… when you touch– ahh— me,” you rush out the words as you feel your orgasm drawing near, determined to reach it. “I feel so beautiful a– and your touch makes me feel so ali— nnnggh” he switches to the highest speed and the coursing pleasure renders you unable to speak at this point. Unraveling in a silent scream, your eyes roll back and legs shake as your walls convulse. Creamy goodness seeping out and sliding down onto his pants, wetting them. Eijirou moans at hearing you praise yourself, at seeing you cum, at feeling your wet release. “Good job baby, fuck…mm.” His hips bucking up in excitement, “fuck... I can’t fuck you yet, baby, not yet. Not until…” He sets the wand to the side and starts massaging your pussy lips, gathering all the slick there to lube up his fingers. You grind up against him lazily, still coming down from your orgasm.
Your heart thumps wildly in your chest as you wait for him to continue, knowing that whatever he says will make you even more aroused. His other hand caresses your body, and he whispers in your ear, “Not until you beg me for it, until you tell me how much you want me inside you, until you scream my name again and again out in pleasure because once isn’t enough.” You feel your cheeks heat up and your desire growing with every word. You close your eyes and whimper, “Please Daddy, make me yours. I want you, I need you. I want to feel you inside me.”
Your body is humming as you feel him insert two fingers into your twitching hole, pushing deep and stroking steadily. “Yeah?” You can feel yourself trembling, Your breathing becomes more and more erratic, almost desperate as he adds a third finger, hoping he’s not moving too quickly but needing to prep you for his massive cock. “You want me to fuck you into a babbling mess?” he pants, knowing exactly what he's doing. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge again, as he pumps his digits. His movements become more urgent, stimulating that sweet spot by curing his fingers deep inside. The sweet slapping sound of your moist cunny against his palm, echoing in the room as he works your pussy with expertise. His fingers begin to curl more as he asked, “like that, sweetpea? You like it like this?” You’re unable to answer; instead; your words have devolved into incomprehensible mumbles and moans.
“...fuck—” Eiji suppress a moan of his own, trying to force his arousal back down, so he doesn’t cum from pleasuring you.
“Mhmm,” and you can feel yourself at the edge. You can feel yourself tensing up, your body quivering as he picks up speed. Eijirou starts to swipe at your clit with a nearly lightning-fast pace, doing an ungodly combination with both hands. You can't take it any longer, and you let go, screaming his name repeatedly, your voice raw and desperate as you come undone in his arms, shaking and weeping from the sheer intensity of the experience.
“Eijirooouu! Eijiiiiii, fuuuuck…” you howl, your voice shaking as you try to catch your breath. He grunts in approval.
Eijirou presses a hard kiss to your temple, still trying his best to contain himself. His voice was a low rasp, barely audible, as he asked you, “How does my gorgeous girl feel now?” He held you securely, and you could feel the love emanating from him. His tender touches. His passionate kisses. His comments, “good girl… good fuckin’ girl,” still reverberated in your thoughts as you were entranced by his presence.
Voice still husky, “let me make love to you,” Eijirou truly requested this time.
“Of course,” was all he needed to hear before he tucked an arm under your knees. Lifting your lower body up with your back still resting against his wide muscular chest, which rose and fell in deep ragged breaths beneath you. He freed this thick veiny length from the confines of his sweats, shimmying the pants the rest of the way down his legs, and kicking them aside. Eijirou returns you to your previous position on his lap, thick, pulsing stiffness pushed up against your plush ass cheeks. Groping the softness of your thighs, he tries to regain his composure now that he’s so close to burying himself in your depths.
Eijirou's breathing is heavy and labored, the musky scent of his sweat mixing with the sweet, tangy smell of your arousal. His hands roam freely, gently exploring your curves and the contours of your body. His fingers leave trails of fire as they lightly brush against your skin, tracing circles on your hips and lower back. His cock jumps in anticipation as he shifts his hips, repositioning to align the tip of his cock and pushing it against your entrance. You moan softly and shudder as he slides in, inch by inch, stretching you out with his heavy length and girth. You feel Eijirou stretching you out, his heavy length and girth filling you up completely. His breath hisses out as you squeeze him in his efforts to fill you painlessly. He takes another deep and steady breath before he bottoms out, asking if you’re okay. You give him a weak nod and you both moan as the sensation of being filled and compressed washes over you, your walls contracting around him in welcome.
You sit there in his lap feeling so full, exchanging breaths between his mouth and yours, falling into a rhythm only the two of you could follow. Neither of you are looking in a mirror anymore, instead you stare deeply into each other's eyes, the only communication being the linking of your souls… His right hand on your cheek, holding your face to his, left hand around your waist supporting you. Your left hand on his cheek, right hand holding the arm wrapped around you. He leans back slightly and begins to rock in and out of you slowly, with long deliberate strokes, never breaking eye contact. You bite your bottom lip as a tear trails down your face. A whimper escapes you, his lip trembles as his breath catches. Eiji presses his forehead to yours and says, “You’re so strong and beautiful. You’re worth so much more than you give yourself credit for— ahh, sss—” he hisses at the end, his strokes beginning to quicken as his fucks up into you. Wet slapping sounds increase in volume as skin meets skin. You nod frantically as more tears flood your eyes from both the pleasure and praise. “I’ve loved you since I first saw you ba— fuck— baby…” he stammers. The hand on your cheek joins the other at your waist, gripping you tightly, his thrusts never faltering.
Eijirou closes his eyes for a moment in an effort to calm himself to prevent his emotions from bubbling to the surface. He wants this to be about you, so he concentrates. And when he opens his eyes again, there’s a fire behind his red irises. Leaning all the way back on the bed, bringing you with him, he digs his heels into the mattress and fucks you hard. The loud thwapping of his hips pistoning into your ass competes with your sobbing. Eijirou drives his cock deep and pulls out so much the tip is just barely inside. Then he jackhammers away at your walls, and you are full-on wailing now, calling out his name, arms flailing to find stability as he fucks you stupid. He grips your belly in one hand, splaying his fingers wide, the plush flesh spilling between them as he thrusts. “I love this shit here—” he squeezes the pudge of your stomach, then presses down to feel the thump of his tip hitting your cervix. Eijirou growls at the sensation as he continues to split you in half.
Tucking his arms under the back of your knees, he brings them up to your chest, cradling you and fucking into your now stilled form as he’s regained control of the situation. “Eeeijiiiii, you’re so deep. I feel you soo fuckin’ deep…” you hiccup as tears and drool streak your face.
“Yeah? You like feeling Daddy’s dick in your guts, baby? You like me knocking your pretty walls loose?” he grunted out, emphasizing the last sentence with his thrusts. Eijirou rotates his hips, beginning to churn your insides.
“Aaagghh, I’m g’na cum… I’m g’na cu—um” you squeak.
“Go on, sweetiepie, make a mess for Daddy. Make my fuckin’ dick all sloppy with your cum. Wet the bed for me,” he growls in your ear.
He shifts one of your legs over to join the other in one of his arms still pulled tightly to your chest, which is no problem to him, given your size difference. Eijirou reaches his free hand down and massages quick circular motions on your clit. He doesn’t miss a beat with the thrusting of his hips, balls slapping wetly against your ass like music.
“Ah, wait! —Daddy! Oh, fuck… fuckfuckFUCK!” you say hysterically as you feel a different kind of pressure building, almost like you have to pee. And suddenly, your pussy gushes, spraying clear liquid in a strong stream only broken by the steady swiping of his fingers still working at your clit to send you beyond the edge of ecstasy. Your walls clenched in a vice and unclenched repeatedly, milking his cock and forming a white creaming ring at the base, which he fucks back up into you. “mmmFUCK, yeah, babe, keep squeezing my dick. Just like tha— shit — ohf—” his voice broke off, going to a higher octave then back down to a deep guttural moan of your name.
Eiji’s cock pulsed inside you, hot gooey heat spilling from it, warming the inside of your belly.
He continues slow and steady pumps into your sore, stretched hole to keep his cum buried deep inside. “Have my baby,” Eiji rasped real low into the shell of your ear, leaving the lightest kiss there. He groans, still coming down from his own orgasm, surprisingly, “fuck, that’s good.”
“Yeah, I’ll have your baby,” you whisper back, tilting your head to the side, so he can hear you better from behind, and your eyes meet again. Eiji holds your gaze, measuring your words and expression, calculating the seriousness of your statement. “Yeah?” he asked, brows furrowed in uncertainty that you really meant it. Honestly, he didn’t think you actually heard him, so this is a shock.
“Yeah…” you give him a smile, the kind that he hasn’t seen from you in some time, and that’s what affirms it all for him.
He sits up slightly, pushing you into a seated position on his lap and spinning you around to straddle him, never disconnecting. And Eijirou pulls you into a tight embrace, his shoulders beginning to rock, body shaking, then you hear it. A sob ripped from his chest as he was unable to hold back his emotions any longer. This was perfect, and it sent him over the edge.
“Oh my god, Eij! What’s wrong baby?!” you attempt to pull away to examine him, but he just clutches you tighter, “Nothings wrong… I’m just really fuckin’ happy, okay?” he let out quietly, a little embarrassed of his emotional display.
“Aww… It’s okay to cry,” you say sweetly. “Even for Big Red,” you continue, joking harmlessly.
“Hah, yeah I guess,” he sniffles cracking a smile, then he’s looking at you again, his vermilion eyes glistening.
“Cupcake… I really do love you. I mean it. Everything about you is a blessing to me, and just now—” he pauses, letting out a short laugh— “you’ve agreed to bless me more. It’s just a lot to take but, I hope it never stops. I want you always, I love you always,” he confesses, giving you a loving kiss on the lips.
“I love you too, Eijirou Kirishima. You’re the best husband, and I’m sorry I ever doubted you”
Looking down then back up through wet eyelashes, you add, “and I’m sure you’ll make a great father.”
You two sit for a moment in lotus position, basking in the afterglow of your passionate and intimate love making, snuggling close to each other. He continues to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his lips feel so soft and warm against your skin as he continues to kiss you. Hands tracing delicate patterns on your back, sending shivers down your spine. Eijirou’s breath tickles your neck as he murmurs his love for you. He pulls back slightly, looking deeply into your eyes, and you can feel the love radiating from his gaze. He holds you even closer, not wanting to let you go, and you can feel his heart beating against yours… So when you do try to get up, Eijirou looks at you with a confused expression and asks, "what are you doing, honey?"
“Eij, I'm all sticky. We're all sticky,” you say, in a tone that suggests it's apparent.
“And sticky we will stay," Eijirou says, laughing softly. "I gotta keep you plugged up, babe. Don't want my seed spilling out of you and going to waste, now. Unless you want me to fill you back up again," he adds, giving you a suggestive smirk. "Although, I think you need a bit of a break before I knock your shit loose again,” he says with a mischievous glint in his eye.
What the hell are you gonna do with this man? All you know for sure right now is that Daddy loves you. Unconditionally. No matter what happens, he will always be there for you and be your biggest supporter, doing whatever it takes to make sure you are happy and safe. You deserve love and you are loved.
A/n: Look... this is only my second time writing smut and I know I got carried away. Honestly, it might be TOO much. I'll work on it, I promise. TBH, I'm really nervous about posting this. Other than that I hope people like it because it took me some time to do and I'm also really excited about it? Please, be nice! Feedback is welcome! Love you, okay, bye!
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♡ COLD COFFEE ♡
Pairing: Kirishima X Reader
Warnings: Hurt//Comfort. Injuries & Hospitalizations.
Word Count: 1k ish
A//N: I’ve been in a coffee shop AU mood so I present to you, this fuckin’ thing. It’s not proofed or anything. Thanks @meggsngrits for letting me ramble this morning. Ily ♥︎
Ever since Kirishima switched agencies, started his own, he’s been going to the same little coffee shop every single morning.
The lines were usually long but he never cared. He’d wake up with plenty of time to wait his turn and order his coffee with far too much cream and just a pinch of sugar and the box of half dozen little donut holes that he savored each and every morning.
Of course, seeing your pretty face first thing bright and early was always a bonus. He might’ve even developed a little crush on you— if only he knew you’d been harboring one for him too…
You couldn’t forget the day Red Riot walked into your coffee shop. The way he stood well over a foot taller than most of your other customers. And then there was his bright red hair and his blindingly bright grin. Too bright for 7 AM.
Just because you ran a coffee shop didn’t exactly mean you were a morning person…
Kirishima made it easier though (you only called him Red Riot once since he asked you to call him Kirishima from the moment you wrote his name on that first paper cup). For almost two years now you wrote his name down 6 days a week. Sometimes 7 if he came in on his day off.
You got to know the man over 3 minute conversations. While you pour equal amounts of coffee to cream in that paper cup. You learned when he had late patrols, when he had office days. You learned to pick up on his moods, the man wore them on his sleeve. You saw him with fresh injuries and watched as they healed, adorning his hands, arms, and face with new scars, but none were ever bad enough to make him miss a morning.
The first morning he did miss, you assumed he’d finally gotten a much needed extra day off. The following day was his scheduled day off and the next he wasn’t in either. He must’ve taken a long weekend.
Good. You couldn’t think of anyone more deserving.
But then rumors started circling. You saw them on the front page of a tabloid first:
The Sturdy Hero Red Riot - - Breakable After All
Ignoring the line of people you and making them increasingly mad, you flipped to the article that you knew better than to believe. They exaggerated everything after all. 80% of what was in this was plain false but you read it anyway.
There wasn’t much to go on. Just that there was a battle and Kirishima had fallen while protecting a group of civilians as well as his own sidekicks. He was in critical condition at a local hospital.
“Yeah, it’s true, don’t know how they got the info though. We do everything we can to keep Pro’s identities hidden while they’re in our care,” you friend told you on the phone after work that night. “Your crush is stable though. But, he’s still in a coma…”
The week that followed had never been more bleak. People seemed more irritable, hardly any of them had a smile, or maybe it was just none of them compared to Kirishima’s. Either way, you had to do something.
So, you start to make his order every morning before opening. Pouring the coffee into a to-go cup and packing 6 donut holes plus one extra for good luck.
You’d walk down to the hospital and leave the order with your friend to drop off all before opening the store up for the day.
He hadn’t woken up yet. But when he did, you wanted him to have his favorite treat. The coffee would probably be cold but at least the donuts would still be tasty.
Days turned into weeks that you kept up your little ritual and you had every intention of waking up the next morning and doing it all over again but, you’d been putting up the chairs when the bell above the front door rang. “Sorry, we’re—“
It’d been almost a month since you’d seen him. The longest you’d gone since he first showed up nearly two years ago. His dark roots were poking through matching the stumble that was covering his jaw but, other than that, he looked like the same smiling Kirishima you’d been falling in love with over paper cups and donut holes.
You clutched a mug so tightly between your hands it threatened to shatter, just trying to process that he was here in front of you again with that to-go cup in his hand.
He stayed close to the door but cleared his throat. “They told me I was out for a bit.” What a fat understatement that was. “Pretty sure it was your coffee and donuts that brought me back around… I never feel fully awake until I get my cup. So, I just wanted to drop by and say thank you but I know you’re closed so, I’ll just see ya—“
“Do you want a fresh cup?” You blurted out and his hand hovered on the door handle. “I brought that this morning. It’s gotta be ice by now.”
His smile was as soft as the first day you saw him. “Only if you have a cup with me.”
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AO3 Kiri/Baku/Todo Fics Anyone???
Alright, so I know most of you are on Tumblr for MHA x Reader content…
BUT!! I wanted to put some of my character x character works on here, in case some of you are interested.
I currently have a 5/5 chapter fic for the pairing mentioned above. It’s about 20,000 words? I’ll put my little summary below.
——————— Only you can prevent forest fires link
Shouto misses the message from Izuku that says — “yes they’ll both be there tomorrow, I thought you knew?” He also misses the second, rapid fire message stating — “oh no, are you going to need emotional support after this? Maybe you should get Strawberry certified.”
Or: Shouto is a preschool teacher who forgets it’s fire prevention week at his school. Bakugou and Kirishima are old classmates and firefighters who show up for the presentation in his class.
Shouto promptly feels his heart fall out of his ass as he rediscovers all the feelings he still has for them—and vice versa.
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I ALSO have a 3/5 chapter fic for the same pairing that I’m currently working on. Again, summary below.
—————— I was hoping you would take my side link
The devil works hard — but Bakugou Katsuki works harder.
Of course, that’s not the only thought tumbling around Shouto’s brain as he plummets through the sky.
He also thinks very fondly — oh, that’s Katsuki, when he recognizes the tell tale bone quaking, rumbling thunder of explosions sounding off to his left.
Or — Shouto has the misfortune of being involved in an accident while out on a mission. It results in him losing the last three years worth of his memories.
Including his entire relationship with Katsuki and Eijirou.
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I know this is shameless advertisement of my works, but I’m extremely proud of them and I feel like they are well written. I’ve put my blood, sweat, and tears into those motherfuckers!!
I was just hoping to reach more people this way.
Anywho, if you do check them out it would mean the world to me — and if not I totally understand.
Please mind the tags, my stories are R rated.
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Random Prompt Generator pt.3! ~Kirishima edition~
Pro hero Kirishima x Awkward florist reader!
Pt.2!
You were surprised, to say the least when Pro hero Red Riot lumbered his way into your shop...
Your business wasn't very big, it was an old building in a not-so-popular spot. You took it over for your parents so they could retire peacefully, it was pocket change really. But you enjoyed arranging the flowers, you got lost in your own little world, enthralled by the colors and smells. It was the people that made you dread your job... You were homeschooled all your life and you were never really good with people in general, you end up making conversations awkward and dreading the whole interaction in the end when your customer starts quietly judging you.
So let's just say you were BEYOND nervous to help a pro hero of his status. This could be the end of your entire business if you fucked this up. You were just hoping he was as nice as he seemed on camera.
"w-welcome" you stutter out, embarrassed.
"Hey! I saw your display in the window and I thought it was really pretty! You can tell it was made from the heart!" the big redhead chuckled with a big grin on his face.
"I'm in charge of flowers for this hero Gala and I wanted to help a small business out you know?"
"So you came here?" Mentally face-palming at the stupid question., 'Hopefully, he won't think I'm a weirdo and leave.'
"Yeah, there isn't much around here so I thought I could lend a hand or a wallet." The redhead chuckled, his size was misleading, he seemed more like a puppy at heart.
You got to work right away. He explained what he wanted it to look like, but gave you some creative freedom, which you appreciated. "I don't know much about flowers, I need some flowers that will last for a long time, won't wilt fast, and look pretty. But I'm not sure if that's possible, like I said I don't know much about flowers..." The hero rambled on, you silently got up, walking to your flower shelf and pointing to some chrysanthemums.
"I like these because they last long after their cut," you stated.
"Those would look great!!"
For the next few days, The pro hero who told you to call him Eijiro came in every day. Watching you work and helping you meet the criteria that was set. He chatted away and you mostly listened, adding in here and there. You preferred it this way, you liked hearing him talk about things you never experienced. And with him doing the talking you didn't have to worry about coming off as awkward. You didn't want to admit it, but you looked forward to him coming in.
When everything was finished, you were a little sad, to say the least. I mean, you got used to talking to him and it felt easy. You considered him more than just a customer. You wanted to be around him and hear all his stories.
"Thank you again for all your help y/n!"
"yeah..."
"is something wrong?" he questioned you.
"Will I see you around?" You felt stupid asking. He was a pro hero and had a life to live, he had people's lives to save. He couldn't bother himself with a small-time florist like you...
You were surprised when he pulled you into a hug. Mumbling into your hair "Of course, it's been so much fun!" when he pulled away, his face was about as red as his hair. Saying your goodbyes, you put your hands into your pockets sighing. only to find a piece of paper.
Pulling it out it read 'I thought you should see your work in person, be my plus 1 to the hero gala?
-Love. E
with his number scribbled on the back...
Let's just say the flowers were dull in comparison to your date.
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in honor of eijirou’s birthday, i'm imagining pampering him on his special day
word count: 1.1k
warnings: marking / fellatio / spit / cum eating / rimming / fingering / overstimulation / multiple orgasms / nipple play
kirishima has had a long day on patrol, dragging his feet through the apartment while he makes his way to the bedroom. expecting to find you fast asleep only to find you sitting pretty on the edge of the bed with the tiniest crimson red lingerie.
smirking as he gets closer to you, “all this for me?”, nodding a giggly “mhm” as you stand on your tippy toes to pull him into a kiss. his hands running down your sides to grip at your ass, lifting you up in one swift motion. “all for you baby”, smiling as he lays you down on the bed, admiring the fabric adorning your pretty skin before peppering kisses down your abdomen.
“wait!” reaching down to cradle his face in your hands before he can settle between your legs. “come here”, you pull him up towards you as you shift to lay him down. straddling him as you start to remove his hero suit, “it's not about me tonight… let me take care of you”. his hands caressing circles on your hips as lets you do with him as you please.
kissing where his neck meets his shoulder, leaving bruises in your wake as you trail down to bite his pecs. grunting from the sting on his chest, peering down at you, your determined eyes making his cock twitch. licking his nipple before sucking it into your mouth, the action sending shivers down his spine.
moving down while you lay kisses along his abdomen before reaching his already erected cock. tip already oozing with pre as your hands wrap around his length. licking a thick stripe from his balls all the way up to his tip before engulfing him into your mouth, moving your head up and down, slowly taking more and more of him in until you can fit him completely down your throat. loving the way his massive cock feels straining against your walls.
drool spilling from your mouth and pooling under him, bringing your fingers down to tease his puckered hole before slowly bullying their way into him. leaning down to suck his balls into your mouth while you jerk him off. his moans bouncing off the walls as he feels his orgasm nearing. taking him in your mouth again while you continue fingering him, dragging your tongue on the pulsing veins under his shaft.
sending him over the edge, taking him completely down your throat, not stopping your ministrations on his rear as creamy ropes of cum shoot down your throat. swallowing every last drop before leaning back, your hand wrapping around his length again as you continue working him. high pitched whines leaving his mouth while you overstimulate his sensitive cock.
focusing your movements on his swollen tip as you remove your fingers from his ass, replacing them with your tongue as you lick on his convulsing hole. rimming your tongue into him as you continue to stimulate his cock. his orgasm hitting him again, thick spurts of cum coat your fist, bucking his hips into your hand as he empties his balls on you.
his cum dripping down past his balls and mixing with your spit on his hole. lapping it up as you gather the mixture into your mouth, leaning up to his already awaiting mouth as he sticks his tongue out. spitting the mixture on his tongue, pressing your thumb down on the wet muscle as he sucks on your finger. moaning against your digit as you continue pumping his length, the rushing blood causing his cock to turn a deeper shade of red while he continues twitching under you, the muscles on his thighs flexing forming ripples against his skin.
removing your thumb from his mouth as you pull him into a messy kiss. tongues sloppy against each other while drool dribbles down your chin. fisting the sheets, his cock twitching again as he comes all over his chest, heavy pants leaving his mouth when he leans back into the mattress while you come down to lick him clean, not letting a single drop go to waste.
he jolts when you swipe your tongue on his tip again, peppering kisses along his pretty cock while you look up at him, noticing his glossy eyes as he whines again. weakly pleading for you to give him a moment to catch his breath, “p-please… princess, i-i…”, coming up to straddle his middle as you lean down to kiss him, groaning against your lips, so overwhelmed that even the simplest touch has him squirming.
“let me make you a bath, yeah?” you whisper against his lips as you give him a quick peck before heading to the bathroom, getting the bath ready and coming back to pull him with you. getting him settled in the bath before joining him, sitting behind him while pulling him towards your chest. caressing his shoulders as he whispers soft i love you’s, returning them while laying kisses on the side of his head.
your hands reaching down to pump his length in the water, throwing his head back into your shoulder as you work him up again. your other hand grabbing his chest, pinching his nipples and rolling them between your fingers. soft mewls leave his lips as you continue stroking his cock, grabbing your thighs while his hips start bucking into your fist again. squirming between your legs, hooking your legs over his thighs to hold him in place.
holding his chin between your fingers as you turn him towards you, pressing your lips to his while you continue to pump his dick. the bruising grip he had on your thigh and his nails digging into your forearms where sure to leave a pretty mark later, but you didn't mind, having this mountain of a man turned into a messy puddle only for you had you in a trance.
the sounds emanating from him like a soprano as you pull another orgasm from him. cock twitching in your hand as ropes of cum coat your fist again and mix with the water. going limp in your arms while you continue caressing his skin, peppering kisses on his smooth skin as he catches his breath.
“happy birthday, baby”, you whisper against his forehead, he takes one last deep breath before turning towards you, pulling you into a hungry kiss. “thank you, gorgeous”, he whispers against your soft lips, as he hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls you up so your cunt is just above the water facing him. “now is my turn to make you feel good”, he says as he starts to dive into your already dripping pussy. leaning your head back as you moan, gripping the edge of the bathtub, knowing it's going to be a long night.
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Kirishima woke up, stretching his arms above his head. "Aaah.." The spiky haired man groaned, rubbing his eyes. "It's too early.." He sighed, looking at the blonde next to him.
It had been about five years since him, Bakugo and the rest of class A had graduated from UA. Some of them had gone on to become side kicks of pro heroes but a select few became heroes themselves. Including him and Bakugo. The pro heroes Red Riot and Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.... or just Dynamight for short. Of course, Midoriya had become a hero, too. As had Todoriki. As expected.
Even though they'd only graduated five years ago, Red Riot and Dynamight had their own small agency together. It was nothing big but Bakugo couldn't be prouder of him and Kirishima.
The public knew that him and Bakugo had an agency together and that Kirishima was one of the few people that Bakugo actually tolerated as his friend.
What they didn't know, however, is that they were together. Often news channels would ask them if they were dating anyone. Most pros were in a relationship by now. Just look at Midoriya and Uraraka. One of (if not the) cutest hero couples out there. Or Todoroki and Yayorozu. They weren't as popular as Deku and Uravity but they still had some fans fawning over them.
But Red Riot and Dynamight? No. They hadn't been in a relationship since high school. Last news reporters knew is that Kirishima broke up with another hero, Pinky (or just plainly: Mina) four years ago. But since then no one knew anything about the two's relationship statuses.
"Kat.." Kirishima mumbled, kissing his boyfriends neck gently, making sure not to cut his skin with his sharp teeth. "Kat...Wake up." He said, brushing some blonde strands from his face. He wasn't waking up. But this wasn't unusual, Bakugo slept through practically everything. He hadn't changed much from his high school self, nine already being late for him and sleeping through basically everything.
"Katsuki.." He whispered near Bakugo's ear, giving it a gentle bite. It was a sensitive spot for the blond hero. Yet, he still didn't budge.
"Come on, Sparky." Kirishima tried again. "If you don't wake up Deku's gonna beat you to UA." He snickered.
Immediately, Bakugo shot up. "Like hell he will!" He raged, jumping out of their bed, rushing to the bathroom to take a shower.
"Knew that'd work." He knew his boyfriend well. Even though Bakugo had long apologized to Midoriya, they still had a rivalry.
Bakugo and Midoriya, or Dynamight and Deku if you will, had been invited to UA by Aizawa to take on the new first years. They'd been as bratty as they were in their first year.
"Ei!" Yelled Bakugo from the bathroom, "Ei, where the hell is my toothbrush?!"
"Cupboard." Kirishima answered calmly.
Soon, Bakugo reappeared from the bathroom in his hero suit, gauntlets not yet on. His hero suit hadn't changed much, except for his suit being blacker and covering more of his body to collect sweat from all over, so he'd be able to make bigger and more frequent explosions. "There you are." Kirishima smiled and stood up from their shared bed and walked over to his boyfriend.
Gently, he put an arm around his waist, which was quite petite for a man Bakugo's size. Kirishima pulled him in for a kiss. "There, that's better." The pale blond now had a gentle blush on his face.
"Hey! Don't do that while catching me off guard anymore, stupid hair!" He protested. Kirishima knew he was just flustered, though. "Yeah, yeah." He laughed, leaving their bedroom, down the hallway to their living room and kitchen. "Breakfast?" He asked. Kirishima wasn't dressed yet. It was his day off, after all.
"Of course! Why would I skip the most important meal of the god damn day, idiot?" Bakugo answered with a grin on his face.
So Kirishima started making breakfast, eggs with chili flakes, toast, bacon. The usual.
Bakugo walked up to the fridge, pouring himself a glass of milk from it. He took a big gulp. "Ahh.." He licked his milk mustache clean. "Smells good, Ei." The blonde pecked his boyfriend on the cheek, he was so good to him. "Thanks!" He enthusiastically replied. "I'm glad." Kirishima finished up cooking and put the eggs and bacon on some toast for them, Bakugo having the eggs with chili flakes. Although Kirishima had become accustomed to the spicy flavors of Bakugo's cooking, every once in a while he liked to have something not spicy.
After finishing their food, it was time for Bakugo to leave. "I love you!" Kirishima pecked him and let him leave. Now. It was time. To set up a party for their three year anniversary! Even though Bakugo didn't like surprises, Kirishima did. He knew Bakugo had thought he'd forgotten their anniversary, but no. HE was just a really good actor.
"Let's do this!"
He started cleaning their apartment first, Bakugo liked things clean.
Then, he invited Ashido, Sero and Kaminari over to come help him set up. They'd known about it for weeks. It was hard to plan something behind Bakugo's back, especially with Kaminari involved. But they did it! Bakugo hadn't noticed anything!
"What can we do, Kiri?" Ashido immediately asked, hanging her coat over their couch. "Yeah man!" Kaminari filled in, "what does sparky like anyways?"
"Spicy stuff...explosions..no Midoriya." Kirishima started listing things. "Yeah well we know that." Sero chuckled, pulling Kirishima down on the couch to brainstorm. Maybe they should've done this before the day of the party.
"Right." Kirishima started thinking. What would Bakugo actually like on their anniversary party? "I know!" Ashido jumped up from the couch. "Karaoke!"
"No way." The three boys said in unison.
"Aw."
They continued thinking, brainstorming here and there. "What about games? He likes to win, right?" Kaminari said. "You're right!" Kirishima now had a big, toothy grin on his face. "Party games! And I'll bake him a cake too!" That seemed like a good plan.
Soon, they'd set up plenty of party games. From a rip-off dance dance revolution, to Uno and Donkey Shot. "Oh man, this is gonna be great! Thanks, guys." Kirishima smiled at his friend. "No worries, Eijiro!" Ashido said and the three gave him a hug.
"I will see you guys tonight then? Around seven?" He asked, letting them go from the hug.
"Yep!" Kaminari replied, the three of them grabbing their coats.
And off they were, now it was for Kirishima to bake a cake.
It wasn't easy. He had looked up a recipe online but he still didn't manage. Usually his boyfriend was the one to do the cooking and baking around the house.
Two hours or so passed and seven o'clock crept closer and closer, when Kirishima's phone rang.
"Hey Kiri," Sero's voice spoke from the other side of the phone. "Haven't you checked your phone?"
"No?" Kirishima answered, he'd been too busy making this terribly bad cake.
"There's a big storm coming man, we won't be able to make it tonight. I'm so sorry." Sero sighed.
"Aw man.." Kirishima sighed as well, checking his phone. Sero was right. "Another time, though?" Sero proposed. "Yeah." He hummed a bit. "Another time."
The redhead finished up the terrible cake, pushing some sad, drooping candles onto it when he heard the keys unlock the door. "Kat! Don't open the do-" It was already too late, Bakugo now in their home, looking at his boyfriend and kitchen covered in flower and glazing.
Bakugo was drenched with water from the rain outside, looking like a wet cat.
"Ahh...the surprise is ruined.." Kirishima whined, rubbing some stuff off of his face.
"Surprise?" The blond mumbled after a moment of silence. "Yeah," Kirishima sighed defeated, "I made you a cake and set up party games and- and Sero, Kaminari and Ashido were supposed to come over to celebrate our three years together but the storm-" "You idiot." Bakugo interrupted him, "you should know by now i much prefer spending time one-on-one with you." He laughed, dropping his bag and gauntlets at the door, leaving a little puddle near it.
"Oh. Right." It was so obvious, Bakugo enjoyed spending time with him. Why didn't he think of that.
His blond boyfriend walked up to him, looking at the mess he'd made. "Can't you do anything without making it seem like a bomb went off?" Bakugo rolled his eyes, moving his hand up to wipe some glazing off of Kirishima's cheek.
"Sorry," mumbled Kirishima, "I cleaned before but it's basically ruined now." Bakugo shut him up with a kiss, pressing his lips against the others.
"Shut up, weird hair." Said Bakugo, connecting their lips again, gently pushing his boyfriend against the kitchen counter. "Mh- Kat.." Kirishima gasped, wrapping his hands around Bakugo's back and waist. He moved his hands across his upper body, around his back, shoulders. But also his waist, stomach and chest, feeling his heart racing in there.
The explosive hero gently pushed Kirishima onto the counter, kissing on his cheek, down his neck and biting down on his T-shirt. "Katsuki.." Kirishima groaned, he knew exactly where this was going, and so did Bakugo. After all, it was his fault.
Or no, Kirishima's. For being so cute. And caring. And hot.
"Kat.." Nothing but his name seemed to be coming out of Kirishima, his face nearly blending in with his bright red hair. "Cat got your tongue?" Bakugo chuckled, lifting up Kirishima's shirt and kissing at his chest, abs and stomach, slowly kissing down his happy trail. "Do you want to, Ei?" In moments like these Bakugo could be caring and sweet, surprising to most.
"I do."
A/N:
Hii! First little one shot on here! I could continue this in a seperate post, it will be NSFW, though! Just lmk with some feedback!
I enjoyed writing it alot!
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✩࿐TRACK 02: ONOFFONOFF. eijirou kirishima (2K)
about. by day, kirishima fights crime to keep everyone he loves safe. by night, you’re fighting to keep your relationship alive, even while everything else is crumbling to pieces.
warnings. minors, ageless and ageless blogs do not interact! suggestive, angst, hurt-comfort, hopeful/open ending, toxic relationships, dry humping, civillain + fem!reader, pro hero!kirishima.
things to note. happy saturday homies, i hope you enjoy this second instalment !! i adore writing angst pieces so it was nice to go back to that, enjoy mwah ! <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / playlist ✩
how could anyone ever hate eijirou kirishima.
by day, he’s everybody’s favourite pro hero. though number five on the ranks, red riot has a comforting charm that dazzles the public. fear dissipates almost instantly whenever he was on the scene, as if there was never anything to be afraid of in the first place. he is calm while he works, caring. holding crying babies to his plush chest as he breaks through burning buildings, pulling dazed strangers out of the way of speeding cars, taking out criminals with brute force and bright banter.
he’s wonderful with kids as well, which by extension, makes kirishima popular with the parents — often using their starry eyed little ones for a chance to get close to the bulky hero. of course, your boyfriend doesn’t realise. he doesn’t take note of the lingering touches during touching family photos with him, numbers slipped into his hero costume or how people lean against kirishima desperate for a messy signature to be scrawled across inappropriate parts of their bodies.
eijirou is too nice to say no, to set boundaries. he’s warm and friendly — the perfect aura of sunshine. in some ways, you can understand the way the world almost revolves around him. why all the people and their planets make him the centre of the universe. after all, it’s part of the reason you ended up dating him.
but the press adore him too, they really do. their beloved red riot is always willing to stop for interviews even when he’s busted and beaten, they love the way he leans down (all 6’5 of him) to hear the reporters better. they eat up the way he blushes and bumbles humbly whenever he’s asked about the status of his relationship. to which he answers “i wouldn’t say there’s anyone in particular that’s in the picture right now…” while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, accidentally showing off his bulging muscles and firm chest.
how could you ever hate eijirou kirishima.
by night, he’s supposed to be yours and only yours. but you can smell floral perfumes on his collarbones from fans that get too close and you can feel the distance grow between you like an invisible barrier.
you hate that kirishima lies about your relationship to the public just as a ‘precaution’ when it’s clearly a ploy from eijirou’s marketing team to keep him the lovable, single, himbo hero. you hate that it makes you want to push him away.
it’s not just you and him in this partnership. it’s you, eijirou and the whole world that eagerly watches his every move — and it’s starting to make you feel like a third wheel, like less of a priority, like more of an accessory.
you don’t know when loving eijirou kirishima becomes difficult and starts to feel like a chore — in your mind, you’re under appreciated. he comes home from work, sleeps, and leaves before the sun rises without giving you an ounce of attention (aside from the money dropped into your bank account as an apology). the dates that you plan become less frequent too, or when they do happen, kirishima leaves halfway through with a lopsided sorrowful grin.
“the world isn’t gonna save itself, yanno. someone’s got to be on the scene.”
you fill the void in your heart with your work, spending time with friends who don’t offer the same comfort as your long-term partner and lazing about the house. but being alone gives you the space to begin resenting kirishima, giving into the toxic comparisons of your relationship against that of others — todoroki and his girlfriend are getting married soon, why aren’t you and eiji?
it’s not like you haven’t brought this up before, over quiet dinners interjected with snide remarks — it only ever leads to screaming matches that end with your throat raw and kirishima slamming doors so loud that the house shakes. but brought back together by the toxic cycle of love, you end up back in his bed and he ends up back inside you — taking root in your ribcage right where your heart lies, the thorns on his roses piercing the beating muscle.
you cough up perfumed petals like you would blood, kirishima leaving fatal wounds on the inside of your chest cavity.
it doesn’t stop the way you so brokenly make love, tearing one another apart and piecing you back together like patchwork.
“careful.” your boyfriend mumbles through swollen lips as they press against your own. he lets your tongue slide into his hot mouth, your noses pressed up against each other — breath ragged.
your hands reach for eijirou’s shirt to tear through it. each of your movements are calculated to replace what traces from others linger on him. you pull, bite and scratch at golden skin that is already littered with scars from his battles. those where he protected the country he loved, the people who loved him. “slowly…” kirishima ushers, you gently, tilting his head back when you tug on the black roots of his hair to gain access to his neck.
“d-darling, what’s the hurry?”
you love him so much that you think you might hate him even more. he’s so perfect, he doesn’t colour outside of the lines, he touches you like you’re a house made of cards even though his fingertips set your entire body on fire.
blood rushes through your ears, carrying a heat that blossoms in your lower tummy and intoxicates kirishima as you kiss him again — teeth sinking into his lower lip until it bleeds.
“c-can we talk?” kirishima stutters out as your tongue glides under his earlobe next and your hips slot against his perfectly, grinding down into his hardening cock. “w-what’s going on? fuck,” he curses, hips bucking up instinctively. “what’s going on with you?”
“nothing.” stop talking.
“darlin’, you’re being a little rough…” shut up.
“you usually like that.” you utter breathlessly, switching sides to leave marks on the unmarred portions of his neck.
this time, however, the red head grips your hips a little tighter — halting your movements and pushing you back so he can get a better look at your face. “baby, let’s just—“
“what, kirishima?” finally, you snap — glaring at him long and hard. “what could you possibly have to say now? that you can’t fuck me tonight because you’re too busy working? cause you’re busy thinking of bending over that pretty, ditzy little reporter from work today ‘cause she’s a little more tolerable than me? what is it eijirou?” you punctuate each of his words with a jab to his muscular shoulder, though the man is sturdy enough not to feel it.
you’ve had this fight before, dozens of times and on more occasions than you can count on both hands. eijirou either tunes out to play innocent or he snaps back with all teeth bared and fangs on display.
“you’re being unfair.” is all he says, tone dull and lifeless just like it’s been before. it’s like he’s given up on the two of you, not that you’d blame him. there’s no more fight left in the two of you for your love, only fuelled by the anger and resentment you feel towards each other.
“what next? bet you’ll think i’m being unreasonable.”
“you are being unreasonable.”
“oh i’m sorry, is that a problem for you? am i inconveniencing you, riot?”
“come on, what’s with the attitude?”
“excuse me?”
kirishima exhales shakily, letting go of your hips to pinch the bridge of his nose. his ruby eyes shoot everywhere but you, he can’t even stand to look at you when arguments like this come up. those eyes of his, they carry too much shake and guilt. “you always get like this. when i come home and i just want to be close to you and you get all…aggressive.” he spits out harshly, like the words are poison on his tongue, like he can’t stand to see what your love has soured into. “angry like you want to hurt me when i’m trying to love you.”
you scoff, rolling your own jewelled eyes. “love me? don’t make me laugh, eijirou. you don’t know the first thing about loving anyone except for you and your job.”
“will you at least fucking explain what i did tonight, ‘cause i’d love to know what’s got you so bitter, sweetheart?” hurt echoes in his timbre voice. you wish that you could tell him, but you flounder for words and react with rage instead — how can you tell the man you wanted forever with that you hate the hero he’s become?
“fuck you, red!” you stand, retaliating instead of communicating your needs properly. “fuck you, mister red ‘righteous’ riot, mister eijirou ‘incapable of doing wrong’ kirishima.”
kirishima’s face crumples but he follows suit, standing, but he doesn’t make a move to come closer. “what’s your fucking problem? what did i do?”
“the blame is never on you, is it?”
“well i’d like to know why it should be! if you’d just—“
“it’s like you have no sense of accountability—“
“i’m trying—“
“—like honestly, fuck you, eijirou.”
“you’re not letting me talk!” the redhead damn near screams, the base in his voice shaking your house, bouncing off the walls. he sounds drained, pained and no amount of medication can fix it. you’ve blackened his heart with scorch marks and danced amongst the flames and now you’re finally seeing that it’s not just you who this relationship is crushing.
each word you spit kirishima cuts him into the shape you want him to be, wounding him deeper than any battle scar.
“and you’re not letting me fucking breathe!” you shout back rather than listening to logic. it’s a low blow, you’re highly aware — a reference back to the early days of your relationship when kirishima overcompensated his absence for affection. he thought you’d worked through it. you liked to throw it back in his face when you were mad. you’re stubborn, you always have been, but for some reason you want to hit kirishima where it hurts. you want to cut him up into the perfect shape, until he feels exactly how you feel.
when he finally makes a move, you become aware of his sheer size for the first time that night. eijirou would never hurt you, he couldn’t harm a fly even if he wanted to but that doesn’t mean you’re not scared of his presence. kirishima touches every corner of the room, his anger flooding through it and pushing you under so that you’re drowning in your own mistakes and his too.
“you’re suffocating me too,” he mumbles, voice just above a whisper and you relax into his arms. “i’m trying so hard to be the man that you want me to be. you take so much, you want even more. you want a house and you want kids and i want to give you that too but you make it so hard. when you hurt me like this.” he’s being honest, the truth scratching at his throat as the pro-hero vocalises what you’ve failed to communicate for months. you’ve been selfish and he’s been avoidant, the pair of you only hurting one another, carving cuts so deep the wounds won’t heal and the blood won’t stop pouring unless either of you do something. and fast.
“where do we go from here?” you don’t even realise that you’re crying until your boyfriend swipes the pad of his thumb underneath your eyes, leaving no time for the salty droplet to hit your skin.
your teary gaze is tied to his as kirishima’s ruby eyes glisten under the moonlight. “i don’t know.” he hesitates. “i don’t want you to leave me. you need me.”
you whimper and curl up against his chest. “i don’t want that either.”
kirishima wraps his arms around you like a safety blanket, shielding you from the ugly truth of your own relationship. it’s always on and off with the two of you, but this time you’re determined to make it work — you hope that he is too.
“we have to work on this, on us.” he says firmly, but he squeezes you close as if you might disappear — holds you as if you’re a flower that might wilt if it’s touched. “none of this on and off, we…we gotta talk to each other from now on. yeah?”
“yeah,” for the first time in months, you sink into kirishima’s touch — accept his rough edges and hardened shell, and turn your pain into a promise. “we will.”
a promise to keep dancing together like it’s the first time even when the world around yourself and eijirou kirishima is burning.
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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Dark Night (Kirishima x Reader)
Pairing: Kirishima x GN!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Anon asked: (I lost who actually asked this one, it's been a long time since I got it, I'm sorry!) "Hello! I know your requests are closed but this is just for when you get to it. An imagine for kirishima where s/o gets followed home and calls kiri scared. Lots of fluff please! This recently happened to me and it was really scary."
Word Count: 1,243
Warnings: Mentions of fear, following at night
Tags: @theyenvymarleyyy @yamichxn @liviitehe
A/N: Hi, I have a pounding headache from Memorial Day drinking and I have work early tomorrow morning, but I had to finish this one, so I banged out the end of this to help me feel better :)
Also happy 100th one shot for this blog!! Gosh, my brain conjures up too many scenarios lol. But honestly I couldn't have done it without a lot of your requests! Majority of these one shots have been because you all want to see me write things honestly I have no idea why but ok?? so thanks a bunch to all of you!
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"Are you sure you're okay getting home by yourself?"
"It's pretty dark outside, we should walk you home."
I smiled at my friends' kindness. "It's okay, I'm just 10 minutes up the block."
Asui leans against the door frame, not convinced in the slightest. "I don't think this is safe, Y/N, it's really late."
"I'd blame myself if something happened to you," Ochaco holds my hand.
I wrench my hand away. "No, really, I don't want to put you guys out of your house for me, I'll be fine, really!"
"Text us the SECOND you get home!"
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Well that was a great big lie.
If there's one thing my parents always scared me on growing up is never walking alone. I thought sticking to the well-lit business streets would help keep my nerves down, but the occasional cast of the streetlamps against the dark night wasn't assuring in the least. The lack of civilians at the late hour further cast an air of isolation. I found myself in a brisk walk through the streets, hurried by my fear of danger.
Why did I say no? A little company would've helped so much. Then again, there's no reason a group of thugs wouldn't take a small group of unarmed girls. I've heard that happen before, I couldn't let that happen to my friends.
I take a deep breath and put my hood up. Just 2 more blocks forward, then turn right and go straight to your block. You'll be fine. Any conversation with myself is a welcome distraction from the cold chill running down my spine.
There's an uneasiness as I cross another street to the next crosswalk. The sharp anchor slowly dawning in the back of my head is more distinct than the former chill. When I stop at the red crosswalk, I quickly dare a backwards glance. I wish I hadn't.
Behind me, a shadow of a person just a few meters away saunters in my direction.
I snap my head back forward. My heart starts beating faster as my mind cycles through every possible scenario that can happen. Getting hit in the head, shoving a chloroform rag in my face, sticking a needle in my neck, straight up being dragged into the nearest alleyway; flashes of danger hit me, each worse than the last. My body echoes a phantom, numbing chill at each method of assault my mind conjures up.
What do I do? I think of the videos I've seen online about what to do in this kind of situation. "If you think someone is following you, make 3 right turns because that means they've just went in a circle."
Fuck the crosswalk. I quickly turn right, refusing to wait until the light allows pedestrians to cross. My feet carry me faster as the light wanes from the main street. I've escaped the "safety" of the busy street for the even more isolated residential area. Whoever's chasing me won't have anyone to worry about witnessing whatever crime he's about to commit against me now. WHY did I do this?!
I turn my head half around to see if my pursuer is still on my tail, part of me hoping I was wrong, only to see them turning the corner without missing a beat. My heart sinks and I force myself to go faster without breaking into a run, my legs stiffening into an unnaturally brisk pace only folding at my hips. What do I do, what do I do now?!
I turn the next corner, faintly registering the burn in my legs. I have to think of something else, I can't keep running from them forever. I dart my eyes around to find some semblance of a person to help me if I need it, but the street is bare. Everyone's already safe in their homes while I'm out here in potential danger. Another stolen glance behind me proves that the figure is still following me. I'm only slightly relieved to see them just slightly farther away than before.
There's no one around me to help, I'll have to summon my own help.
I whip out my phone and call the first person I know on speed dial.
"Hey babe, how was-"
"Kiri, someone's following me," I breathe out.
It takes him a few heartbeats to respond. "Get somewhere safe and send me your location. Now." I hear him shuffling on the other side. "I'm coming to get you."
"Okay-"
"Stay on the phone with me if you can." I hear the jingle of his keys. "Try to stay calm."
A tinge of warmth quells my cold fear. "I'm trying, I'm just really scared."
"I know, but I'm coming to get you. You'll be safe with me soon."
I take a moment to appreciate the honey sweetness of his voice, picturing being in his arms under a warm bed. It reinvigorates me enough to turn the third corner and walk faster. The main street spread right in front of me. I tell him which street I'm on once I approach the intersection.
"Get inside the convenience store on the corner and wait in the bathroom," he instructs.
The door to the store is right there as I make the final right turn. I duck inside and hurry into the back where the bathroom is, locking myself in and leaning against the wall. I quickly send Kirishima my location and catch my breath for the first time in at least 15 minutes.
"Are you okay, babe?" he asks me through the phone.
"Yeah," I huff out. "I'm just a little wound up, that's all. Just hurry, please." A small part of me refuses to completely calm down until I'm at his house.
"I'm almost there, just at the light."
A few minutes pass of silence through the phone. I shut my eyes as my head spins.
"Alright, I'm in the store, it's me knocking."
Three raps on the door and I'm already standing and shoving the door open. At the first sight of his red hair, I collapse into his arms. "You're here."
His thick arms envelop me just as tightly. "I'm right here, I told you. Let's go home."
The entire way home, Kirishima keeps a hand on me at all times. He firmly keeps his grasp on my waist to the car, holds my hand the whole drive, and leads me with a hand on my back as we get into the house.
I find my way to his familiar bedroom, wrapping myself in his black comforter and curling into a ball. Only when I've settled in this position do I finally feel safe, the phantom anxiety still easing itself from the back of my mind.
Kirishima places a glass of water on his bedside table before getting into the bed with me. "You still scared, babe?"
I immediately nuzzle into his chest and hum in ascent. The woodsy smell of his cologne envelopes me with his strong arms.
"It's okay, you're safe with me here," he coos, placing a kiss on my forehead.
"That was scary," I mutter.
"I was scared too, y'know," he ghosts his nose on my temple, "I thought something was gonna happen to you. What kind of boyfriend am I if I can't protect you?"
My heart melts at his sincerity. I poke my hands out of the blanket and cup his face, staring into his eyes with a smile. "Well, I'm here now. Thank you for being there, Kiri."
He returns the smile and pecks my nose before crushing me in another hug. "Whoever tries to take you away from me should watch their back. I'd go to the ends of the world to find you."
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more trans sub kiri fic for you all! have fun :3
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Hide & Seek • To The Ends Of The Earth
Pairing: Kirishima X f!Reader
Warnings: Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI, Vigilanteism, Child Endangerment//Neglect, Mentions of Previous Injuries, Lack of Self Care, Reader Weight is Mentioned (Weight Loss Due To Stress & Environment) A Very Corrupt Commission
Contains: Aged Up characters to late 20s. Reader is a vigilante, Kiri is still a Pro (for the time being). Reader has a quirk. Hurt/Comfort. They share a bed. I don’t care how tall you are, Kiri is bigger than you in this 😂 Kiri calls Reader Sweets as a nickname ((if I missed something, please message me)).
Summary: After an unexpected reunion left you in critical condition, Kiri had to take steps to ensure you’d be okay. Even if he knew you might not agree with them.
Tag List: @meggsngrits • @weebaboobs • @katditca • @silverhairsimp • @bigmooncheeks • @akari180 • @e-b-e
Word Count: 3,803
A/N: I was just really dying to get this next chapter out so here it is. I do plan on updating my other series very, very soon! Again, editing is probably horrible, sorry about that. Happy reading ♥️
• Part One •
There was a rich aroma that tickled your nose, beckoning you from your restless slumber. It felt warm and welcoming, something that you hadn't experienced in quite some time. For a few precious moments, while your eyes were still shut, it didn’t even register that there was no way you should be smelling fresh coffee in the rundown, one-room unit you’d been renting above the shady bonds shop for the last two months.
You sat straight up in a bed that was certainly not your own but vaguely familiar. Your wide eyes scanned the room for danger. When they landed on the young woman sitting in the corner of the room, legs tucked under her with a book in her lap, silvery blue hair pulled back, and the previous night started coming back to you.
“Y/N!” Eri’s voice was soft as usual, and she was already standing, going right for the door.
“Eri, wait, please! Who… who’s all out there?” You kept your voice quiet. There was a window you could easily climb out of. You didn't think Eijiro would've sold you out to the commission, but if they'd found you somehow, you needed to be ready.
“Only Kirishima and my dad, that’s all.” She offered a reassuring smile, “Kirishima’s been really worried, lemme go get him. I’ll be just a second. Please, don’t run away again.”
Guilt tugged at your heartstrings, and you nodded your head. It seemed only fair she got the redhead since you were in his bed, after all. And it really only a few seconds before you heard some chatter flow in from the cracked door followed by heavy footfalls and the door flung open.
He stood there in the doorway, ruby eyes staring at you almost in disbelief.
“Hey…”
“Hey?” He parroted, “You vanish for over two months, and all you can say is, ‘hey’!”
“Umm, hello?” You tried, thinking that might be better, but he only shook his head.
“You’re unbelievable,” He mumbled and crossed to the side of the bed, wrapping his arms around you in an instant, “‘M so glad you’re okay. If I knew it was you on the roof, I never woulda–”
You held him right back, “You couldn’t have known, Eiji. It’s alright.”
It'd been months since he'd held you like this. One hand cradling the back of your head and the other locked securely around your back. You weren't sure if you'd ever get to experience another one.
So now you smooshed your face into the crook of his neck, taking in the lingering scent of spice and sweet amber that made up his body wash while your fingers clung to the back of his cotton shirt. “And, I guess I did attack you first.”
“Guess you did. Gonna tell me why?”
You bit down on your cheek, not wanting to say a word. If the commission had any suspicion he knew where you were or what you were doing, then he’d be held accountable too, and that was the last thing you wanted.
“Sweets,” The nickname just made you hold him tighter. “I’m not gonna stop. You can keep runnin’, but I won’t quit looking for you. I won’t stop until you can come home.” His voice was so soft and gentle, but you knew he wasn't exaggerating, that he meant every word. Eijiro would never give up on any of his friends, even if they left of their own volition. “Just tell me what you're trying to do, lemme help.”
“You can’t help–”
He carefully pulled you from your hiding place and angled your head so you had to look at him. “That’s not for you to decide. Please, tell me what you’re up to.”
“Yeah,” the voice came from the doorway, and the two of you broke apart, “tell us.”
Aizawa stood, leaning against the wooden frame with Eri peeking around him.
To your knowledge, the man knew nothing about what your team had uncovered that day, why you left, or what had transpired up on the warehouse roof. “How much do they know?” You quietly asked Eijiro.
“Enough. I couldn’t take you to a hospital, and you were bleeding in my arms a lot. I had to do something.”
“And I already know you’re wanted by the commission for questioning. They’re not being forthcoming about the why so when he called saying you were in bad shape, we rushed over.”
“I had to explain the injuries and how you got them so Eri could properly heal you. Told ‘em you’ve been gone for a few months, but I don’t know much else…”
“You were severely dehydrated, and ya look like you haven’t had a good meal in weeks. I’m willing to bet that’s why you took the hit as hard as you did.” Aizawa took a seat in the chair Eri had occupied earlier. “We got some fluids in you, and Eri managed to reverse what damage Kirishima had done completely. But, you need to stay down for at least another day or two, recover from her quirk.”
It sucked to admit, but you already knew what he was talking about. This short conversation already had you feeling far more drained than normal.
“I have a place I’ve been stayin’. I’ll head back there and take it easy.”
“Hell no! You’re staying put!”
Your protest didn’t even make it past your lips before Aizawa was speaking again. “Is there someone at this place you’re staying that can keep an eye on you? Help you, if necessary? Someone, you trust?”
There wasn’t, not a single person. You barely spoke to anyone since you left, and you definitely hadn’t made any new friends along the way. “Right, so you're gonna stay here so Kirishima can look after you. Now, tell me what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into.”
You would’ve begun speaking but with Eri right in the room, you hesitated. You couldn't stand the idea of bringing up any painful memories for the sweet girl. Aizawa picked up on how your eyes shifted uncomfortably and sent his adopted daughter out to the living room so the three of you could speak freely.
“Help yourself to anything in the kitchen!” Eijiro called after her, “TV remote’s on the coffee table!”
After a muted, ‘thank you’, came through, Aizawa refocused the conversation. “Kirishima started telling me about the mission that made you leave. Said all the subjects were children,” Both of you nodded your heads solemnly, “And when you rescued them…”
“The commission insisted we return them to the facility we broke ‘em out of,” Eijiro explained.
Aizawa’s fists tightened on the arms of the chair, but his voice remained steady. “And you did, so why the hell is there a hunt for you then?”
“‘Cause she promptly told the commission to go fuck themselves.”
You elbowed Eijiro in the ribs. “I wouldn’t sign their NDA and didn’t accept their hush money.”
“And she up and vanished without a word.”
The man closed his tired eyes and let out a long breath of air like he was trying to organize his own thoughts. “So, what information do you actually have? What part is the commission playing in this? Who else is involved?”
You needed a minute before you could answer him. The rapid fire of questions put in perspective how little you really had despite the weeks of searching. “I– I don’t have much. But, I know where we returned the children to is vacant now. There wasn’t any sign that anyone was even there, certainly not a whole facility like we saw. Definitely a professional cleanup job. I also remembered a few of the people we fought during the original mission, and, well, they evaded capture but I tracked them down. I’ve got routes they take and license plate numbers, and I think I know where they moved the children to. I just don’t have a single thing to tie the commission to it all, so I don’t even know what part they’re playing in this. All I know is they’re using children as bait! Kids! Letting them be test subjects in the meantime and not caring about any of it!”
Your chest was heaving, and you had that familiar tingling at the bridge of your nose warning you angry tears were about to build up. The only thing that prevented them from spilling over was Eijiro casually slipping his hand in yours, letting his fingers fill the spaces between yours, and squeezing tight, letting you know you’re not alone in your rage.
“For what it’s worth, I don’t think the commission is solely behind it,” Eijiro chimed in, “They told us the reason the kids had to be returned was that there was a bigger operation at play. Someone more important they needed to apprehend. They just wouldn’t tell us who or let us work on the actual assignment. We also can’t figure out who has been assigned to work it, though, not for a lack of trying.” He went on to explain how Jiro and Bakugo both have tried breaking into secure servers to access information, but they just can’t do it without it being traced back to them. “There’s way more going on than they’re letting us know about.”
You looked up at him. “Wait, everyone is working on this?”
“Well, technically, they’re working your disappearance. We just figured the best way to do that was to learn more about what happened to the kids. Helping them helps get you back. ”
“But… if you guys get caught–”
“We don’t give a damn!” Eijiro stated bluntly. “We know the risks. We’ve all decided to remain at the agency and work as covertly as possible until we could find something that led us to you. Plus, you are actively wanted! Technically, we’re just doing our jobs!”
Your head felt like it was spinning. This was exactly what you were trying to avoid. You didn’t want them to have to sneak around and put their futures and careers on the line. Now that you were back, if you were found at Eijiro’s place, he’d be in so much trouble– if the commission learned Aizawa knew and Eri helped you, then they’d also–
“I think this is enough for one day.” Aizawa spoke up, pulling you out of your turbulent thoughts, “Y/N needs to rest for the next few days, so I’ll look into things on my end. See if there’s any information I can access that you guys can’t. In the meantime, is there anything you need from the room you were renting?”
A change of clothes probably would’ve been beneficial, not that you minded being drowned in one of Eijiro’s hoodies.
“I’ve got extra toothbrushes and shower stuff here…” Eijiro told you, and you nodded along.
“Just a change of clothes then, please. And I’ve been keeping everything I’ve found on a thumb drive. The overhead light in the room is busted. I keep the drive inside the lightbulb. Oh, there’s also a laptop I was using. That’s in the bottom right drawer of the dresser.”
He nodded his head, making a mental note of everything while jotting down the address you gave him.
“Alright then, Eri and I will head over there later and then swing back here to drop things off tonight. Eijiro, I suggest you try and stick to as normal of a schedule as possible.” He stood up and stretched his back. “Don’t give the commission any reason to suspect something. Call if you need anything at all.”
The both of you agreed quickly, and he sent Eri in to say goodbye, promising to see you soon.
Eijiro saw them off. You heard his side door close as you laid back down in his bed and squeezed your eyes shut, doing everything you could not think about all the people you've managed to involve.
He was still processing the fact that you were back, that you were okay, for the most part. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the toll these last few weeks had to have put on you. Of course, he could see it in your heavy eyelids, your cheeks also weren’t as full as he was used to seeing, and he noticed a few healing injuries when his hoodie would slip off your shoulder.
He wanted to ask you about all of it. Find out what you’d learned, where you’d been, but he knew now wasn’t the right time to ask those questions.
After Aizawa and Eri took their leave, you curled up in his bed. Your back was towards the door, the blanket tucked under your arm, and he was going to just shut the door and let you sleep when he saw your shoulder tremble and watched you curl in on yourself. All of this finally becoming too much for you to keep in.
Quietly he walked into the room and sat on the side of the bed again. He rested his hand on your shoulder, and when you didn’t move away from the contact, he brushed his thumb and forth while searching for something he could say to make this better, help make it all make sense. But, your hand curled around his wrist and lightly tugged.
“You want me to lay down?” You nodded, and he easily slipped into the ritual you two reserved for particularly stressful days. “How’d ya want me, sweets?”
“Can you be little spoon this time?”
“You got it.”
He slid under the blankets to make things easier and laid on his side while you turned around. Your arm slid over his torso, and fingers gripped the front of his shirt right over his heart while your face burrowed between his shoulder blades. He just smiled and covered your hand with his own, happy to have you clinging to him as much as you wanted.
“Comfy?” He asked and felt your foot trying to wiggle between his legs. When he let your limbs tangle with his, he felt the quietest, mmhm, reverberate against his back and smiled, “Good.”
Time trickled by and, for a while, you didn't speak. He thought you might've even fallen asleep. "Missed you, Ei. A lot."
He wondered if you felt the way his heart suddenly started beating in overdrive. But, before he could make any declarations or say anything at all, he heard your quiet little snores and just smiled. He'd consider it the highest form of flattery that you felt comfortable enough to fall asleep with him like this.
Sleep hadn't been easy for him to come by these last several weeks either but with you wrapped around him, his eyelids felt like they had weights drawing them downward. So, he kissed the back of your hand, mumbling back just how much he missed you too, and then he seized the opportunity for sleep as well.
Eijiro couldn’t remember the last time he slept so soundly. When he didn’t spend half the night tossing and turning. It’d been months. And he knew the only reason he was resting so peacefully now was thanks to you being in bed, snuggled up right by his side.
He would’ve slept the rest of the day away, letting you nap as long as you need to, if only the loud banging on his front door hadn’t woken you up.
You scrambled up from the bed, nearly tripping in the process, and looked ready to bolt out the nearest window. “Sweet, go in the bathroom, lock the door. Got it?” You nodded your head, and he waited until the lock clicked into place before straightening out his shirt and heading for the door as a fist pounded out another series of harsh knocks.
He couldn’t have been sure who would be on the other side. Aizawa was never this loud, and he wasn’t expecting anyone else. His heart started to speed up even as he told himself to remain calm. If someone somehow figured out you were here, they would have to go through him if they wanted you.
Eijiro pulled open the door and breathed a sigh of relief even as his best friend barked, “She's here, isn't she?”
“Excuse me?” Eijiro looked at him with a quirked brow.
“You're not this dumb, hair for brains!” Katsuki shoved him aside and went into the house. “You found her, didn’t you?”
“Katsuki, I really don’t know what you’re talking about—“
“Save it! You haven’t taken one fucking day off since the day Y/N left. And then you called off t’day, bright and early! Ya don't look sick!”
“I just wanted a day off, man!” He was barely able to keep up with how fast Katsuki was talking.
“Hah, sure, the same day that we get sent out to investigate a suspicious report in the warehouse district. The same district that earphones told me she told you about yesterday! And what do we find when we get there? Blood and a giant sliced hole in the fence!”
“Well, that sure doesn’t sound good—“
“The blood was hers! We had it tested! She broke in, and she’s hurt, and I’m damn sure you know something about it!”
Katsuki’s finger jabbed Eijiro right in the center of his chest.
“You were always really good at figuring things out, weren’t you, Kat?”
Both men snapped their heads to the hallway, looking right at you. Eijiro was willing to continue playing to fool. He’d lie if it meant providing you peace of mind, even if it was to his best friend. But he was so glad he didn’t actually have to.
“‘Course, I am.” He chuckled and walked right up to you. Enveloping you in a warm hug. “Smarter than those commission bastards. We took care of the evidence, by the way. Well, your blood, at least.”
“What’s that mean?”
He let you go and shrugged. I was patrolling with Pinky when we found it. Grabbed a small sample for ourselves. And then, well, Pinky swore she saw some suspicious activity on the ground. To get down there fast enough, she had to use her quirk and happened to destroy the blood splatter in the process… you know how she can go kinda wild with the acid sometimes.”
Eijiro laughed and shook his head, but he saw that look of worry in your eyes again. “Hey… I’m sure if it wasn’t your blood, they would’ve turned it over. Right?”
“Duh.”
But that look of concern remained. He knew how this would look to you. Between him keeping you hidden, people needing to come heal you, and your friends destroying and withholding evidence, he knew you had to be putting the blame on yourself. And the way you wrapped your arms around yourself just confirmed his theory.
“Hey, I got an idea,” As he walked over to you, he turned his head towards Katsuki, “You can hang around for a bit, yeah?” Katsuki nodded his blonde head, and then Eijiro rested his hands on your shoulders. “Perfect. So, why don’t Kat and I make up some dinner and you can take a bath or a shower? Might take away some of the aches and pains…”
“Works for me. Looks like you’ve barely been eatin’ anyway!” He was already shrugging his jacket off and heading into the kitchen.
Eijiro led you back to his room and right into the ensuite, flicking on the light. “Bath or shower?”
“Shower sounds good.”
He nodded and slid the glass door open to turn the water on, and made sure to point out where the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash could be found while hanging up a fresh towel for you on the rack right beside his. “I know they won’t be back with your clothes yet, but I’ll set some out on my dresser for you.”
He was getting ready to close the door and give you your privacy, “Hey, Eiji,” He stopped, and his eyes met yours, “Thank you. For everything.”
“You never gotta thank me, sweets. ‘M just happy you’re back.”
There was a small smile on your face just as the door shut, one that brought a little shine back into your pretty eyes. He was in love with that smile and the light in your eyes. And he was gonna do everything in his power to make sure nothing dimmed it ever again.
By the time Eijiro got back out to the kitchen, Katsuki already had a plethora of ingredients strewn about the countertop, each of which required to make your favorite meal. He took a break, though, when Eijiro began washing his hands to help, leaning against the opposite counter and scrutinizing his best friend.
“So, you found her.”
“Technically, she found me. Tried choking me out on that roof.”
Katsuki nodded. “And her blood?”
“My fault. She jumped me from behind– we didn’t realize who the other was until it was all too late.”
“So, how’s she walkin’ and talkin’ right now? Ei… there was a lot of blood.”
Eijiro put himself to work, washing off some vegetables to keep busy, and told Katsuki everything that happened since the two of you had been reunited.
“We tellin’ anyone else she’s–”
“NO!” He cut him off before the question was even finished. “She’s terrified of putting anyone else at risk. Hells, I’m surprised she came out here to let you know.”
Katsuki just laughed and got back to work. “Didn’t need her t’fuckin’ tell me she was here. You’re shit at lying. Always have been. Would’ve figured it out soon enough.”
“Not from me, you wouldn’t.”
A blonde brow was raised at the remark. “You sayin’ you would’ve kept on lying to me?”
Eijiro didn’t hesitate. He looked the man he considered to be his best friend dead in the eye, “If it meant keepin’ her and everyone else safe, that includes your ass, your damn right I would’ve.”
Katsuki wasn’t mad. He didn’t look it, nor did he say anything to indicate he was. In fact, he grinned like he already knew the answer to his next question. “And if she leaves again?”
The water turned off. “Then I’ll follow wherever she goes.”
“Because you’re in love with her?”
He sucked in a deep breath, “Because I’m in love with her.”
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Reader inserts are more for Tumblr I think so I’m doing a ship pairing for AO3, and I know bakukiritodo is rare pair and so is kiritodo, but I love the dynamics 💕
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Pt.2 of this Post-Random Prompt Generator ~Kirishima edition
Pro hero Kirishima x Awkward florist reader!
I would love to! tysm for requesting this! @yuh-l8
It's been a few hours since the redhead left, and you guys were texting NONSTOP. You were also getting ready for the gala, it still felt so surreal to you. I mean, you were a flower shop owner, and someone of his magnitude wanted to take you??? You weren't complaining though, however, you were a little nervous about what everyone was going to say...
A knock at your door brought you out of your spiral, you skipped to the door, happy to see him. Pulling it open, he greeted you with a bouquet of flowers and a big smile on his face.
"I know they aren't as pretty as the ones you're used to, but all flowers pale in comparison to you." He laughed. You didn't know whether to cringe at the line or blush. Your body chose the latter though. you looked down holding your arm in your hand, your face as red as his hair.
"Let me grab my shoes.." You murmured, trying to distract yourself.
The car ride there was filled with laughter, and you felt as if you could talk freely and not worry about coming across wrong. It was freeing. All that changed when you got to the place though, bombarded with flashing cameras and questions, you didn't know what to do. So you followed Ejiro, and let him do the talking.
Navigating to a table, you were met with familiar faces. You didn't know them personally, but everyone knows the faces of big-time heroes. You were immediately greeted by Pinky, (a very fitting name if you do say so yourself.) She ran up to you and pulled you into a hug.
"You must be the one Ejiro won't stop talking about!! I'm so happy he took my advice and decided to bring you!!! You can call me Mina, it's a pleasure to meet you y/n!" A little thrown off by her enthusiasm, but flattered to hear he talked about you, you stumbled out a simple "Really nice to meet you too, I love your work." The girl was easy to talk to, and so were Sero and Denki. You were a little worried about Dynamite, was he going to blow you up? He looked like he didn't want you around.
"Don't worry about him! He's just like that, I've known him for years and I still get the cold shoulder at times! He's just an angry boom boom man" Ejiro laughed, sensing your hesitance around the blonde.
"WHAT'D YOU CALL ME SHITTY HAIR?" He yelled.
"See?" Ejiro laughed even harder, at the 'tsk' that came from Bakugo.
You found that you could talk really easily with his friends, and you even ended up exchanging numbers with them all. Even though Bakugo was reluctant, he ended up folding with a "Spam me and I'll blast you sky high." You think it helped to have people like Mian and Ejiro around, extroverts like them who could make conversation with anyone really helped you come out of your shell.
You stood happily cheering with the rest of the group when Ejiro won an award. And was even happier when he gave you credit when complimented on stage about the decorations. Giving you credit and talking about how friendly you were, you were embarrassed but happy.
You were so happy, you didn't want it to be over, You didn't want to get out of the pro hero's car. You were even happier though when he held true to his promise and came into the shop the next day. Making it a part of his daily patrol.
Maybe, just maybe, you were happy you were running this shop. Not just for the money this time.
So sorry I've been gone for a while, preparing to go to college is a pain in the ass ToT
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Can we, as a collective, stop writing KiriBaku break up make up fics where the blame lies solely on Bakugou and he is the terrible horrible person who made them break up, meanwhile poor little Kirishima is just a perfect Angel who has never done anything wrong before in his life, especially in his relationships? Like PLEASE??? I love Kiri as much as the next guy, but I’m sick of fics pretending he is perfect and Bakugou is the worst.
Also, as just a side note, why do there seem to be so many KiriBaku fans (normally Kiri stans, but not always) who seem to just ducking hate Bakugou? They treat him horribly, write him to just be straight up the worst. Like, I just don’t get it????? What’s the point????? Why write for a ship when you are quite blatantly obvious about the fact that you do not like one half of the ship????????
#kiribaku#bakugou fanfiction#katsuki bakugou#bakugou katsuki#kirishima fanfic#kirishima eijiro#eijiro kirishima#bnha eijirou#bnha bakugo katsuki#bakugou x kirishima#bakugou#kiri stan#like seriously#why are y’all like this
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