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mypimpademia · 9 months

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how Bakugou, Izuku, Kiri and shigaraki (I don't know if you write for him, if you don't then Tamaki) when their crush (Best Friend)/girlfriend run away the next morning after "do it" last night, Like they wake up and she's gone and they think maybe she regrets it but she's actually buying something to eat.

— Breakfast Runaway

Bakugo x gn! best friend! Reader, Izuku x gn! best friend! Reader, Kirishima x gn! best friend! Reader, Tamaki x gn! best friend! Reader

TW: Suggestive content, implications of sex, swearing, mentions of virginity loss (Izuku & Tamaki), slight angst(? Izuku & Tamaki), mentions of anxiety + failed relationships (Tamaki), implied friends to lovers trope

Note: The request implies a fem reader, but with the way I wrote it, this is gender neutral! :)

— BAKUGO

⇶ Katsuki is a heavy sleeper, so you thought he wouldn’t notice you slipping out of his bed and out his door

⇶ He didn’t so much as stir as you eased the covers off yourself, getting out of bed and scrounging around his room for clothes that weren’t just what you had on last night

⇶ But truthfully, Katsuki was paralyzed with fear and sadness knowing that you were leaving before he even woke up

⇶ Did he do something wrong? Did you regret last night? Was your friendship ruined after all this?

⇶ Katsuki has had a crush on you for a long while, but he never acted on it until last night when you were helping him learn to flirt… as friends, of course

“Holy fuck, you suck at this Katsu.”

Katsuki kissed his teeth, rolling his eyes as you laughed at him.

“Go fuck yourself…” He muttered into his can of Arizona.

You lightly pushed him by the shoulder, making him sway to the side and then back into place.

“See! This is what I’m talking about! You can’t try and flirt with someone, and then tell them to go fuck themselves when you suck! That’s an asshole move!” You lectured.

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m an asshole,” he retorted.

At least he’s self aware.

“Yeah, you are,” you chuckled. “Are you at least a good kisser?”

Even though you’d been close friends for so long, Katsuki was never one to talk about his romantic life. Conversations like this were a rarity, and you never missed the opportunity to ask him all kinds of questions.

“I dunno, wanna find out?”

It came out in a not-so-joking tone, and you played on the thought for a moment before brushing it off. You couldn’t kiss him, you were best friends! But if you did, it’d just be as friends, right?

“See! That was good!” You exclaimed, making him roll his eyes once again.

“But seriously, are you?”

⇶ And that was how you found yourself straddling Katsukis lap, him guiding you through a sultry kiss while you whined before pulling away for air, as he moved down to your neck

⇶ He is a good kisser, by the way

⇶ Really good.

⇶ So good that you found kisses to be far too little, and ended up waking up in his bed, getting all sorts of flashbacks from the night before the moment you opened your eyes

⇶ You’ve liked him for a long time, maybe even longer than he liked you

⇶ Katsuki didn’t know it yet, but you felt just as anxious about it all as he did

⇶ Did you do something wrong? Did he regret last night? Was your friendship ruined after all this?

⇶ It wasn’t much, but you felt like going to get breakfast was the very least you could do after unintentionally (but consensually of course) sleeping with your best friend

⇶ Normally, he sleeps like a log, and sleeps in when you come over, so it didn’t even occur to you that he may wake up while you were gone

⇶ Unfortunately for him, he did, and he felt nothing dread throughout his whole body, even as he slinked out of bed and into his bathroom to try and wash away the heavy feeling in his chest

⇶ As he was getting dressed afterwards, he heard keys jingle at his door

⇶ By the time Katsuki left his room, you were already inside and placing styrofoam take out boxes onto the counter, the scent of breakfast flooding the room

⇶ You flashed him a smile and gave him a gleeful good morning, running over to kiss him on the cheek

⇶ Katsuki has never been more happy about breakfast in his life.

— MIDORIYA

⇶ Izuku has never felt more heavy chested in his life than in that moment

⇶ Sleepily reaching over to feel a cold, empty bed, broke his heart into pieces

⇶ He’d had the anxious feeling weighing on him since it all started last night, when he told you he was… inexperienced.

⇶ He’s always been a hopeless romantic, and you both talked about crushes and romantic encounters you had often

⇶ But of course, he never once even remotely mentioned that he may or may not crush on you

⇶ Not until last night

“Are you serious?”

You were gaping at Izuku, and it made him feel slightly embarrassed at the confession.

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “Just haven’t found the right person.”

You nodded in understanding.

“Yeah I get it, you want someone you trust,” you sympathized.

“Mhm, but at this point, ‘m tired of waiting for someone in like, a romantic way I guess?” Izuku sighed. “‘Cause everytime I get close with someone something happens and I just-”

He ended his sentence with a groan. You chuckled, his previous situationships and relationships playing over in your head.

“I’d do it with a friend honestly,” he admitted. “Not even in a ‘with benefits way’ just as friends.”

“With a friend?” Your eyes widened, and Izuku started blushing and sputtering. “Even me?”

“Yeah…”

⇶ The tension between the two of you was almost too thick to breath through

⇶ Izuku was clearly nervous, as usual

⇶ But you were still gentle with him and asked if he was sure

⇶ You asked for confirmation multiple times as you guided him through everything, and he gave it to you. But once he got more comfortable, he was very clearly more than enthusiastic

⇶ One thing led to another, and you woke up in his bed, and he woke up to you gone

⇶ He’d never admit it now, but his first reaction was to start crying

⇶ Izuku felt beyond hurt at the thought that you’d leave him without a word after that, especially after he told you how much trust he’d have to put into someone for that

⇶ Not to mention just how much he liked you

⇶ Last night felt like a dream that he never wanted to wake up from, but you just seemed to toss it away so easily.

⇶ After awhile, he stopped crying and could do nothing more than lay in his own defeat

⇶ Right as he was getting out of bed, pulling sweatpants on, he heard his front door opening

⇶ Carefully treading into the kitchen, he found you placing take out boxes and drinks onto the counter

⇶ When you saw him, you smiled and said good morning, asking how he felt

“You doing okay, Zuku?”

He gave you an almost dumbfounded expression, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“I hope you haven’t been up for a long time,” You told him, kissing his freckled cheek. “I didn’t wanna wake you up, but I went and got us breakfast.”

“Yeah… breakfast. Breakfast…”

— KIRISHIMA

⇶ When Eijiro wakes up and can’t feel your body heat under his heavy arm, his heart drops

⇶ He calls out to you and gets no answer

⇶ But, he tries to be optimistic. He doesn’t want to think that you left without notice

⇶ Eijrio has liked you for a long time, and it was hard to hide as is, but as time went in the tension between you was strong. And last night, the cord snapped

“If anyone I know is going to die alone, it is not you, Eiji.”

You couldn’t even believe the thought of that crossed the mind of someone like him.

Eijiro Kirishima. The gentle giant, the sweetest man you’ve ever met, so loving, so caring, so handsome, so manly— how could he ever end up alone?

“You’ve always got people all over you too! I didn’t forget all of those times we went through your DM requests,” you reminded him, nudging his shoulder.

“Well yeah, but I don’t even want any of those people, not like that at least,” Eijrio huffed, running a large hand through his hair.

“I don’t believe that,” you shook your head, making him cock his to the side. “You’re too much of a lover boy, there’s at least one person. Who is it?”

Eijiro gave an unsure hum, biting his lower lip as a deep blush crawled up his face.

“Who, who, who!” You chanted, lightly slapping at his chest with every word, crawling on top of him as he leaned back. “We tell each other everything, no fucking way this is the one thing you don’t tell me!”

He overpowered you like it was nothing, stopping the movement of your hands with just one of his, and steadying you on top of him by your hip with the other. You were dangerously close, the tips of your noses grazing each other.

Eijiro, being a clueless little thing, had no idea that you liked him back, more than he could ever imagine. The tension between the two of you in that moment was unbearable, you were hoping he’d ignore the way you were shaking.

“If I tell you,” he paused, face twisting into a nervous and sad frown as he brought your faces even closer together, to just barely whisper. “Will we still be friends?”

“We can be whatever you want, Eiji.”

⇶ Playing it back in his head made him a nervous wreck, he couldn’t believe it actually happened

⇶ Did it actually happen? Was it a dream? If it wasn’t then where are you? If you come back what is he supposed to say to you? Does he make it official? Would you think it’s a dick move for him to try and advance with you after having sex?

⇶ Eijiro’s mind was turning to mush from all the thoughts running through his head, he doesn’t even know how he handled himself accordingly last night

⇶ Hearing the creak of his door opening and closing snaps him out of his thoughts

⇶ Throwing on a pair of sweatpants to make himself decent, he’s already perking up, holding absolute faith that it’s you coming through his door

⇶ Thankfully, he was not let down, and he gave you a sharp toothed grin when you met eyes as soon as he stepped into the kitchen

⇶ You quietly said good morning, planting a gentle kiss on his lips before telling him you got the two of you breakfast

⇶ You sat down together and ate, making casual conversation like you would any other time

⇶ You could talk about last night and what your relationship was another time. For now, you had a silent agreement to just enjoy the moment

⇶ Besides, Eijiro was liking wherever the two of you were headed so far

— TAMAKI

⇶ Amajiki can do nothing but try to fight back the tears that well up in his eyes as anxiety consumes him whole

⇶ He tries to keep himself calm, taking deep, shaking breaths, while he puts on a pair of shorts and goes to search around his home for you

⇶ He checks every room, under furniture, high and low hoping that you’re somewhere

⇶ The more he checks, the more tears stream down his rosy cheeks, and the faster his heart beatings

⇶ By the time he’s searched all over, he considers checking outside as well

⇶ But the room is spinning and he can only hear the rapid beat of his heart and labored breathing, and decides it’d be much better to go back to bed

⇶ Amajiki has always been an anxious person, and even he’ll admit that he can be a bit dramatic at times because of it

⇶ But he can wholeheartedly say that he’s never felt more pain in his life.

⇶ He’s had his fair share of failed relationships, but you were his best friend. He confided in you on something that he hasn’t breathed a word about to another soul, and you just left him?

⇶ And he’s so maddeningly in love with you, he thought this was it. You were his end game. Now, he might be going a bit crazy.

“‘M so tired, I don’t think I’ll date anyone again unless they wanna be serious.”

Amajiki was stressing over yet another situationship gone horribly wrong. The poor, sweet thing. He was too nice for his own good, and too smart to top it all off.

He always found that anytime he got romantically involved with someone, it never ended well. Whether it was cheating, lying, or not being true about their feelings, it was always something. He was beginning to think he was the problem.

“You always say that Ama,” you sigh, voice laced with sympathy for your friend. “But I get what you mean, and you’re right. You deserve someone that loves you.”

What he deserves is you.

“And it’s not like you’ll die alone or anything,” you said playfully, trying to lighten his mood. “If we’re both single at 30, we’re getting married, remember?”

Amajiki loved you with every fiber of his being, more than you’d ever know. But was that supposed to make him feel better? Having never found love by the age of 30 is what it takes for you to want something that even vaguely resembles a romance with him?

He didn’t know it, but that was far from the case. Amajiki could propose to you right here, right now, with the broken tab of a soda can, and it’d feel like a dream come true. You couldn’t even fathom how those people treated him the way they did. You felt like you were losing 10 years off your life everytime he sought love from anyone other than you.

“Yeah, but I’ll die a virgin.” He huffed.

He didn’t think you heard him, but your silence and shocked expression said otherwise.

Amajiki didn’t even have anything to say for himself, the tips of his ears turning as red as his face. He began to try and stutter something out, but it came out so incoherent he opted to not speak at all.

“I mean, you don’t have to,” you said, treading lightly around the subject. “Listen Amajiki, I love you.”

You told each other ‘I love you’ all the time, but this time felt different. You were walking on eggshells and he could tell. He wanted to interrupt ask what you meant, but you were saying more than he could comprehend at once.

“I really love you,” god, he hopes you meant that in the way he thinks you do. “Y’know I’ll always help you out.”

“I’d do anything for you, honestly.”

⇶ Amajiki knew what you meant, but he needed through clarification before he did anything

⇶ Asked you to explain everything you said down to the way you said it

⇶ It was embarrassing for both of you, but he was much more embarrassed for you

⇶ The whole night felt like puppy love

⇶ Soft, playful, caring, excited, and pure

⇶ After Amajiki went back to his bed, in attempts to calm himself down, he fell back asleep

⇶ He’d only woken up a few minutes ago, but tired himself out from all the crying and panicking

⇶ 10 minutes later, you finally came back with breakfast, and went to go get Amajiki

⇶ You lightly shook him away, quietly calling out to him as you did so

⇶ He groaned as he blinked sleep from his eyes

⇶ Amajiki called out to you, sounding surprised that you were there

“Ama, I went and got us breakfast. You wanna eat?”

You had a gentle hand on his face, and he leaned a tear stained cheek into your touch.

“You went and got.. breakfast?” Amajiki muttered, opening one of his puffy and bloodshot eyes.

“Mhm,” you confirmed.

“Ama… have you been crying?”

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scarlettriot · 7 months

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Horny Bitch Hours • Minors & Ageless DNI

My brain is rotting with the thot of Kiri and his damn face guard staying on while you’re fucking around.

And before anyone gets on my case, I’m talking 30yo seasoned pro hero, looking like a damn tank, with his mane of red hair, Kiri.

But, to feel that cool metal mask against your heated thighs. The points of in digging into your skin and scratching slightly as he pulls you closer and devours you like he’s been starved for months on end.

Maybe it’s a quicky, or you catch him on patrol, and he just needs you right then and there. Dropping to his knees in the alleyway and pushing your plush thighs apart so he can get between them. There’s no time to take his mask off. Why would he bother? It’s not like it really gets in the way or keeps him from getting what he wants.

Or when he gets home from work and you’ve missed him too much. Pulling him in by the sides of it and kissing him so hard as he scoops you up and carries you off to bed. He doesn’t even think about taking the mask off before he’s got you sitting on his face. It’s actually kinda useful.

Your finger wrap around the top of it and use it to move his head where you want him. Or to hold him steady while you chase your high…

Anyway, point is, face guard stays on during sex. That’s all.

#scar’s brain is mush #best red rock shark ♥️🦈#kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #Kirishima HCs #kirishima drabble #I need him #so damn badly #it’s clinical

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 4 months

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🦈❤️Boyfriend!Kirishima ❤️🦈

🔴BestFriend!Kirishima who has had a crush on you for literal years but was worried that confessing would ruin your strong friendship.

🔴BestFriend!Kirishima who lights up when he sees you, who always has a new joke or dramatic story to share. He grins at you with those sharp sharky teeth and instantly makes you feel at ease.

🔴BestFriend!Kirishima who shows you he cares in small gestures - bending down to tie your shoe; bringing you an extra umbrella during a rainy day; picking out a dessert just for you at Lunch Rush.

🔴BestFriend!Kirishima who finally confesses his feelings to you in Recovery Girl's medical wing, after you're injured during a training exercise. He holds your hand as you wake up exhausted, head fuzzy. He recounts how you jumped in the way of another student's attack, saving him from taking the brunt of a hard blow. He hates to see you in danger, but he respects you as a Hero and thinks you are the strongest person he knows. He tells you that he has been in love with you since you were first years.

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🔴Boyfriend!Kirishima who is bouncing off the walls excited before your first date. The guys of Class 1A convince him that axe body spray does not make him smell as "manly" as is advertised.

🔴Boyfriend!Kirishima who seems too gorgeous to be allowed. His blazer is a bit too tight since he's gained so much muscle from the past 3 years of training. His hair is freshly spiked up and his smile is infectious. He's been waiting to take you out on a real deal date for literal years.

🔴Boyfriend!Kirishima who is not even a bit nervous to take you on a date. When he's with you, he's the most comfortable he's ever felt.

🔴Boyfriend!Kirishima who meets you at the doorway of the dorms. He grabs your hand the moment you're out of view of the rest of Class 1A. His hand is warm, steady and certain. His cheeks blush as red as his hair.

🔴Boyfriend!Kirishima who takes you to your favorite ice cream parlor. You've been to this place nearly a dozen times together before as friends. The subtle shift in your relationship makes the small shop feel like holy ground - a space that has seen your connection to each other build and blossom. You spend the whole evening laughing together over hot fudge sundaes.

🔴Boyfriend!Kirishima who finds excuses to touch you - his knee periodically knocks against yours under the table. When you get up to use the restroom and trip, he's there to catch you with a chivalrous hand at your elbow.

🔴Boyfriend!Kirishima who tells you he loves when you wear your hair down. Now that his feelings are out in the open, he's an even more shameless flirt. Will find any excuse to compliment your cute face and shower you in attention (and you absolutely do not mind!).

🔴Boyfriend!Kirishima who can't believe how lucky he is that you feel the same way about him. He can't stop breaking into a huge grin.

🔴Boyfriend!Kirishima who shyly asks if he can kiss you on the walk back home. When you say yes, he leans in to give you a soft, chaste kiss. He drinks in the moment - red eyes sparkling as a light breeze blows your hair around your face and the sky above glitters with stars. He thrills in the knowledge that there is plenty of time in the future for more kissing.

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hitoshiyoshi · 2 years

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dude, your mom's hot | kirishima eijirou

synopsis ↬ your stepson's best friend has a crush on you

warnings ↬ modern au, age difference, the reader is bakugou’s stepmom, kirishima is about 20 and in college, the reader can be any age but obviously older than kiri, infidelity/cheating, 0ral (giving), tit-fuck, slight nipple play, let me know if I missed anything

pairings ↬ agedup!kirishima eijirou x milf!fem!reader

word count ↬ 2.2k

kinktober day one

Outstretching your arm and waving to the two boys, you stood by the front door of your home and watched as they walked away from the lawn. Bakugou, your stepson, mustered a tiny wave and uttered a weak "bye". His head ducked down towards the pavement leading to the sidewalk, partially embarrassed at your overly friendly antics towards his classmate. You were very conscious of his distant and standoffish demeanor, but nonetheless, you didn't mind. Simply thinking he wasn't comfortable with you yet.

Always buddying up and thriving off the attention from them, he wondered if you were getting tired of Dad already. He could vaguely remember the last time he saw you two being affectionate, not that he paid attention to those things. The nights were quiet and the days were too dull for a newlywed couple; last night, he learned that you two weren't even sleeping in the same bed – instead, you resided in a room adjacent to his.

"Have a good day!" You said cheerfully as they disappeared down the street. "I'll be waiting for you to come home!"

"Whatever..." Bakugou muttered under his breath with his backpack lazily slung over his shoulder. He tried his best to ignore you, thankful that you weren't as boisterous as you usually are.

"Dude, your mom's hot..!" His best friend, Kirishima, tried to whisper after they walked some distance away from your home. He spoke in a hushed voice, but still loud enough for some passersby to hear.

"What?" Perhaps Bakugou misheard because there was no way Kirishima would have the guts to say that. Unfortunately, his hearing was clear. "The fuck is wrong with you?"

Sure, he wasn't particularly fond of you with his father but regardless, you were family. He wouldn't tolerate any disrespect.

"Nothing, jus' had to get it off my chest." Kirishima placed his hand over his heart and looked up at the blue sky as if he was daydreaming about something innocent. As his lips curled into a sly smirk, his friend could tell that it was the opposite.

Bakugou didn't have the desire to ask about the filthy thoughts that filled the redhead's mind. It was the same sentiments he heard from his other friends.

Dunce-face Denki kept fidgeting and stumbling over his words as he spoke to you for the first time. Sero wouldn't wipe that dumb smile from his face, practically flirting with you right in front of his father. God, Mina wouldn't shut up about how you almost made her 'switch sides' after meeting you one morning. No wonder you enjoyed the company of his friends. They all seemed so enchanted by your presence and now his best friend was stricken by the same love potion.

"Mina was right... She's so perfect," Kirishima's lips soon began to spill countless praises for you. "I don't see why you hate her, you're so lucky. Wish I could get a taste of that sweet-" Before he could continue more sickening words, Bakugou tightly grasped his friend's shoulder.

"I don't hate her, dumbass..." His fingers clenched around Kirishima as both men halted their movements. "If I ever catch you saying shit like that again, I'll kill you." Kirishima didn't take his friend's words seriously. Of course, to him, it was a light joke so he laughed off Bakugou's threats. Except, he wasn't kidding.

Especially as the mornings seemed to always include Kirishima stopping by his house to walk with him to their University. One day, he arrived early as you finished preparing breakfast for Bakugou. His father had already left for work a few minutes prior. Thank goodness you couldn't see your stepson's scowl and shock as he peeped into the kitchen and saw his best friend handsy with you. Sneakingly placing his arm around your waist and bringing you closer to him. He watched, seething in rage when Kirishima embraced you in a back hug; you seemed so rejuvenated as you two laughed together.

Being stuck in an 'odd' marriage and having a new stepson must've made you lonely, Bakugou thought. Clinging to the ounce of attention his friends repeatedly gave, you knew it wasn't the healthiest decision, yet, you didn't seem to care. Every passing day, Kirishima's stays would lengthen in your home. Visiting in the mornings and returning with your stepson by the evening. Occasionally staying for dinner and even proposing a sleepover that was quickly shut down by Bakugou.

Tonight played out like all the previous encounters. The two arrived home directly after their last class finished. Your stepson kept grumbling under his breath as Kirishima followed close behind him like a lost puppy. You welcomed them by the front door, something you did nearly every day. Kirishima greeted you with a warm yet lingering embrace while Bakugou trudged up the stairs to his room. His crimson eyes rolled to the back of his head, not even bothering to spare a glance at your strange display of affection.

He expected his friend to join him – after all, Kirishima promised to help him on an assignment for a class they shared – but as the minutes passed, the redhead remained downstairs. Bakugou could hear the symphony of your resounding laughter through the thin walls of the home. Fuck it. He reached for his speakers and began to blare loud music, trying to drown out the noise below him. He could already feel himself becoming nauseous from the thought of you two. The sound traveled to the kitchen, where you and Kirishima chatted while enjoying drinks.

"What's that sound?" He asked while peering up at the stairs. The beer glass in his hands nearly spilled with his sudden movements.

It's a luxury brand that one of your closest friends purchased as a wedding gift. Your husband claimed he didn't like beer, but you figured it would be better to use them before they spoiled.

"Oh, it's Kats' music. Sorry, he doesn't always play it this loud. Should I tell him to turn it down?" You say, yet your feet have already begun marching in his direction.

"No, it's fine. Don't worry," Trying to convince you otherwise doesn't work. Kirishima steps in front of you while reaching out, causing you both to collide into each other.

You notice his presence too late; not until his body is fully in front of you and the cold sensation of the carbonated drink touches your cleavage. The liquid leaps out of the glass and sullies your perfectly clean blouse. Your own beer glass is away from Kirishima's body, only spilling on the floor and leaving him untouched. The redhead seems to notice the mess last as the feeling of your chest pressed against him and his hand excites him, even if it was only for a brief moment. He tries to pull his eyes away but your shirt becomes partially see-through and sticks to your skin.

"S- Sorry..!" He stutters out and backs away as he sees his mistake. He sets his glass on the table and frantically searches for something to help clean.

"It's okay, I can clean it up..." You tore off some paper towels on the counter and lightly dabbed the stain. After a few seconds of wiping, you soon realize the amber smudge won't come off your shirt. Kirishima whispers a string of apologies as you curse under your breath out of frustration. Finally, you set the dry towel aside and try to excuse yourself upstairs so that you could change.

Until you feel Kirishima's brawny arms cage your body in a tight grasp, much more desperate and clingy. The apologies from his lips seem to lose their meaning and fade out of his ears. Trying to speak and asking him what was wrong didn't work, he ignored your own voice as well. You watch, completely stunned as his head ducks down to the valley between your chest.

His sharp teeth sink into the fabric, suckling until the faint taste of beer coats his tongue. Your hands naturally reach for his biceps; not to pull him away but to deepen the hold he has on your body as a tingle surges through your core. He continues this for what feels like an eternity, only pulling away when he becomes satisfied. The shirt obviously isn't clean but is only dampened more by his saliva. Kirishima's fingers gently graze across your sides as he presses you against the kitchen counter.

He hooks his fingers underneath the hem of your shirt, tugging the clothing upwards until the front of your bra straps is exposed. His tongue flattens out and glides across your cleavage, directly over the area of the stain. Soon lapping at whatever taste of the alcohol remained on your skin. His tongue left behind a clear coating of liquid with each broad stroke along your flesh. Your fingers grip his shirt as he nips into your skin and nestles his tongue between your breasts. Frantically moving, he was trying desperately to clean you after making a mess.

As he finally slowed to a stop, his hands eagerly moved to pull your brassier down and reveal your tits. You easily succumbed to his wishes; a strong urge to continue rushed through your spirit, you were aware of your devious actions. His assault on your chest only continued as his warm muscle flicked across your hardened bud. Enveloping it around his lips before suckling as whines soon escaped from your throat. Your hands reached into his hair and pushed Kirishima's head closer.

Minutes passed and the noise created between you two began to fade. There was no more laughter. Frequent gasps and strange groans were the only sounds Bakugou could hear from his room upstairs. He figured that something was wrong, you were always chatty with the guests whenever they came over. Immediately, he stopped his work and fled down the stairs; only the worst possible outcomes flooded his mind.

As he walked down, your bodies finally came into view.

There you were, kneeling in front of Kirishima with your tits enveloping his throbbing cock. As you moved upwards, his tip oozed clear and sticky precum that mixed with his saliva and lubricated your glistening chest. When gliding downwards, his cock peeked out of your cleavage only to be greeted by your tongue. Fluttering across his tip and collecting some of his precum that failed to cover your chest. His hands that tangled in your hair moved to grasp onto your arms, trying to make you quicken your pace. You happily obliged; Bakugou came right on time, a perfect ending for the show.

Drawing Kirishima closer and closer to his orgasm, you pull away from him for a brief second. A needy whine leaves his mouth but is soon replaced with a pleased hum when his tip enters your slick mouth. Staring up at him with lovestruck eyes, you take as much of his girth until he nearly reaches the back of your throat and moves your hand along the rest of his shaft. As you bobbed your head and hollowed your cheeks, stings of drool trickled down your chin. Feeling your tongue glide across the underside of his cock coaxed praises and words of affection out of his lips.

Kirishima’s face flushed a deep shade of pink at the sudden surge of pleasure on his member. God, if he knew you were this good he would’ve tried this sooner. He could only imagine the feeling of your warmth clenching around him; just the thought almost made him bust on your tongue. His mouth was now held agape with only slurred words and whimpers. Tilting his head backward, the whites of his eyes were visible as his adam’s apple throbbed with his groans becoming louder.

Suddenly, his hand harshly tugs at your hair and pushes your head away. Leaving his girth so quickly nearly caused your teeth to scrape against his skin. Soon, he begins fucking his cock with a balled fist and thrusting over your face as some of his precum drizzles down to your lips.

“Fu- fuck m’ gonna cum… gonna cum,” His hand holds your chin tightly and tilts your head upwards so you look up at him. “Lemme ruin that cute little face…”

“Oh fuck Kiri, gimme your cum..! Wanna taste it so bad,” His thumb pushes past your lips and forces your mouth open. Your tongue hangs down, eagerly awaiting his sweet release.

After a few more thrusts of his fist, the creamy essence gushed out of his tip. Painting your face white before dribbling down to your jaw and throat. He cums with pants and husky moans as his chest rapidly rises and falls. A long streak goes past your forehead into your hair while most of his salty seed pools in your tongue.

Kirishima glances in the direction where his best friend is standing, completely stunned. He leans downwards, licking at his own cum as it runs along your neck. His tongue moves up before meeting your lips and meeting you with a deep kiss.

Bakugou stumbles backward at the brazen act, blinking rapidly in disbelief. His pants suddenly feel tight and constricting; did he seriously enjoy watching that? The blonde seems to answer his own question as he retreats to his bedroom, nearly tripping down the stairs, to settle his new problem.

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frias2468 · 6 months

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Little things

little things the boys do for you and only you baugou and kirishima

BAKUGOU

. will get you anything you ask with little to no complainting and gets it to you quick

. whenever he's out getting something for himself he will grab you something too and say something dumb like "it was on sale" or "you would have complained otherwise"

. lets you touch him... like at all. in his house touch was not a very common thing so when he lets you grab his hand randomly or tun you hand through his hair you know he loves you with all his heart

, when you two get to point in your relationship he will let you stay the night in his room i think that his room is an escape place for his when things get too loud i the common room for him so to let someone inside his "getaway place" is a big thing

. i think that jewelry means a lot to him so if he gives you a necklace or something that means he loves you more than you will ever know (has a bracelet from his mom he never takes off)

KIRISHIMA

. if he lets you play with his hair he spends lots of time in the morning doing it and hates when it gets messed up by someone touching it so when you ran you hands through his hair for the first time and he likes it he was kinda shocked

. wont let you carry anything around him because its "unmanly" when he sees you in the halls will take you bag gently and sling it around his arm and ask you how you slept (I love him so much)

. i think cuddling is a very big thing with him so when you two cuddle for the first time hes a blushing mess and is fr so scared he's going to activate his quirk and hurt you

. will do face masks and skincare i think that kiri has sensitive skin and hates those dumb face masks that irritate his skin but if you say it good he trusts you with his whole heart

#mha bakugou #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou hcs #mha hcs #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #mha kirishima #kirishima hcs

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bakubunny · 8 months

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you can’t get off during sex: how they respond

Katsuki || Eijiro

fem!reader

tags: smut, smut hcs, free use, sexual frustration, hurt/comfort, aged-up characters

Katsuki

refuses to let it go every time unless you explicitly ask to be done because he knows he can get you there… and you know he can too.

gets angry at the mere suggestion that you might be a burden, “really, it’s okay to stop, Kats,” and pulls you out of that mindset real fucking quick with a kiss that makes your head spin. he won’t allow it.

accepts that sometimes the frustration is too much, and holds you while you cry… before he tries again moments after you’ve calmed down and makes you see stars in five minutes flat.

indulges your interest in free use mostly because he loves the way you melt when he fucks you even if you don’t cum, but frequently likes to posit that, “i’m still fucking using you if i only want to see you cum. you’re too pretty not to watch, angel.”

he is determined to give you what you deserve (if that’s what you want) and will accept nothing less.

Katsuki grabs you by the face. “I don’t fucking care how long it takes. You are going to cum whether you say you can or not.”

“But-”

“But nothing. Do you still wanna cum?” he asks, fire in his eyes.

“Yeah…” you reply.

“And if I wanted to stop, do you really think I wouldn’t tell you?” he said.

“I mean….” Your eyes wander away from him as your voice trails off.

Katsuki’s grip around your face tightens and his voice lowers.

“Look at me. I wanna make you cum so hard you can’t fuckin’ think, and I’m not gonna stop until you do. Are we clear?”

Eijiro

so sweet and patient. he is determined to make you shake in his arms because it’s “the most un-manly thing ever” to leave his partner sad or unsatisfied.

talks you out of your frustration in the moment. he reminds you that your body is perfect, not broken. it hurts him to know you feel that way, so he tells you any chance he gets.

gets you to smile and laugh as a way of pulling you back into a headspace where he can love you into a shaky little mess… mostly because it turns him on so much to see you happy and hear your laughter.

will let it go if you’re sure you want to stop trying, but he always offers later, usually with success. “see, baby? you just needed a little extra love tonight, and you know i love to give it,” he says with a cheesy wink and a smile.

so. much. praise. especially once you finish. he treats you like you hung the sun in the sky just by existing, but the truth is that he’s your sunshine, and every minute spent with him is a reminder of that.

You feel yourself becoming frantic as you chase your release, your hand on your clit while he fingers you, and a dissatisfied whimper slips out.

“Hey hey hey, slow down baby. What’s wrong? Are you getting frustrated?” Eijiro asks as he cups your face in his free hand.

His thrust softens and slows to a stop, his fingers still inside you. You nod as tears prick your eyes at his gentleness.

“Aww, sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re doing so well, princess. I’ll get you there, I promise,” he says with a smile before giving you a tender kiss.

“But it’s taking so long, it’s got to be frustrating. How are you not tired?” you say foolishly, knowing the truth but feeling overwhelmed as tears stain your cheeks.

Eijiro looks at you like you’ve grown another head for a split second, and it brings a smile to your lips.

“Baby. I’m a pro hero. Your pro hero. Is this tiring for me?” he asks.

His smile makes you laugh a little at your assumptions. He wipes your tears away.

“Noo…” you reply sheepishly.

“Okay then. I want to make you feel so fucking good. I want you to cum for me. Will you let me love you the way you deserve to be loved?” he says.

You pull him in for a long kiss, and Eijiro slowly starts pumping his fingers into you again, making you whimper. He breaks the kiss for a moment.

“Hmm? I wanna hear it from your pretty lips, princess,” he says softly.

“Yes, Eijiro,” you whisper. “Please don’t stop.”

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kirishimasbabygirl · 1 year

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Dating Kirishima

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A/N: Hey!!! I've been having Kirishima brain rot of months now so it's y'all problem now lol

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He is the definition of a gentleman; he holds doors open for you, helps you up steps, and walks outside the sidewalk closer to the street.

The first time he took you out on a date, he almost threw himself across the hood of his truck to stop you from opening the car's door to get out.

"W-Wait holds on; I'll get it for you!"

He is so polite with your folks.

Tries real hard to impress them, brings flowers for your mama, and gives your pa a firm handshake and compliments that beat up on racing car his been "fixin' " for years.

He's shaking the whole time; you have to hold his hand to get him to relax.

"I just don't want to mess this up."

He LOVES to show you off.

He'll take you out and strut around with you on his arm like he won the lottery. (If you ask him, he'll say he did)

He was so excited for you to meet his friends he grew up with; he told you so many stories of them from high school you can't help but feel a little intimidated.

"Hey, look at me; they're going to love you, okay?"

And they do!

Mina and Danki would gang up on him and tell you the stupid shit he did when they were teens.

Sero would crack a joke at Kirishima's expense, and everything was fine!

You got along with everyone and felt really welcomed by them; the only one that worried you was Bakugou.

"Then he crashed his head through this guy's window-"

"H-hey! Maybe we don't let her that one."

He sat there all night quietly watching you and every move you made; it felt like he was staring you down by the time the two of you left.

Eijiro noticed how quiet you were returning to the house and asked what was wrong.

You told him you were worried about what bakugou thought of you; you know the two of them are best friends, and you didn't want to cause problems.

He stared at you in the corner of his eye and told you that you didn't need to worry about that.

Later that night, you heard him on the phone with the blond when he thought you had gone ahead and gone to sleep.

You could see a grin split across his face.

"So, what do you think about her?"

"She's nice, man. Sweet."

"Yeah? Yeah, she is; she's the best, bro. I mean, like, did you hear how she laughs? Oh god, don't get me started on her nose and -"

He could go on and on about how much he loves you to anyone who would listen.

The lady scanning his items at the store? He's talking about how his surprising you with your favorite ice cream.

The old woman his helping cross the street? He's talking about how cute you were playing with your little cousins at your last family reunion.

"I just love her so much."

He does adore you; you are his main drive in life, and he absolutely would do anything for you.

He once stopped what he was doing mid-guys night and RAN all the way home from across town because you called him that you watched a scary movie by yourself. You swear to god you saw something outside your window.

"Don't worry! I'm here!"

He's knocked motherfuckers out over you; one time at a club, your shared friend group dragged the two of you too, and he decided to hang back as Mina pulled you onto the dance floor.

He hung back with the boys and was shooting shots when he felt Katsuki nudge his arm; he looked up at his friend, whose eyes were glued on the dance floor.

He looked over to see these two guys pressed up against you, front and back, you clearly distressed, pushing on the guy in front of yous chest, while the guy behind you pressed up against you even more, sandwiching you between them.

He's never moved faster in his life; he flew out of his chair and was tearing them both off you before they could even open their mouths; he had them on the floor rumbling.

At some point, Katsuki, Kaminari, and Hanta, as well as Mina, had jumped in to whip their asses which caused all six of you to get kicked out.

You were apologizing the whole ride home when he pulled over and cupped your face.

"As long as I am alive, no one will ever touch you like that again."

And you believed him.

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chargeeboltz · 2 years

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kirishima headcanons (18+ mdni!)

contains: use of pet names (beautiful, princess), possessive sex, kirishima basically loves showing off how much he’s glad he has you, he wants everyone to know ur his !!!

kirishima who finds himself most attracted to you when you’re in his clothes, not that he ever finds you unattractive any other way, he just loves the way you look when you’re wearing anything that signifies you’re his.

kirishima who finds himself buying you a pretty little anklet with his initial on it, and another bracelet with “rr” on it for red riot!

kirishima who has you folded into a mating press with your legs on his shoulders, admiring the way your face twists in pleasure as he fucks you dumb on his cock, and the anklet glints in the light

kirishima who makes you wear the bracelet when you work him with your hand, groaning broken versions of your name, his beautiful, his princess, anything. he tells you how good you look, your jewelry signifying that you belong to him

kirishima who makes you tell him he owns you before he even considers letting you cum, even though at this point he’s desperate to finish too, but he won’t dare finish before you do.

kirishima who fucks you in his hoodies, just to signify how much he fucking adores you in them

kirishima who wears a specific cologne when he fucks you, so every time he wears it in public he watches your face heat up with embarrassment as you think back to all the times he’s fucked you stupid.

#bnha hcs #mha hcs #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha kirishima #kirishima x reader #Kirishima smut #mha smut #kirishima hcs #chargeeboltz

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justanothercloudinthesky · 1 year

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Ideal Types: MHA

not quite what I usually do, but I had a headcanon and figured why not, I'm totally up for doing a part two if people are interested!

Bakugo, Izuku, Kirishima, Denki, Shoto

Notes: These are some headcanons that have come out recently, as I'm rewatching MHA with a friend

Fluff/HC/Drabble

Bakugo:

I honestly think despite the popular opinion, I honestly think he'd fall for someone who's more stoic. Someone who's firm in what they believe no matter what people say, and are not easily swayed in any direction. I personally see this as someone who doesn't come across as badass at first, but is unafraid to defend their beliefs or set boundaries. Bakugo might get frustrated, might think they're weak or a coward. I think deep down Bakugo needs that in his life. I think Bakugo would respect the heck out of them especially as a 2nd or 3rd year at UA, and they'd become an unstoppable power couple.

Izuku:

I sorta see Izuku with someone who's passionate, someone who always has something they're running towards, and dragging him out of his thoughts as they pull him along. He wants to be the number one hero to save people, and I believe he would really connect on a personal level with someone who's running towards their own dreams. I also believe that though Izuku loves the domestic life, he'd experience a much fuller greater life with a partner who's constantly working on improvement, and finding joy in the action. before his quirk, Izuku sought out action and took notes, so i believe someone who's always on the front lines would really help him grow. I believe that it might also compliment his personality if they were at a higher confidence, which would encourage him to strive for it as well!

Denki:

Despite his desire to be a ladies man, I honestly think Denki would fall for someone accidently. He constantly worried about coming across as the cool guy, and I think that love would strike the moment he least expected it and goofed up. I believe that Denki would fall for someone who's got a great deal of empathy and attention to detail. someone who would mock or shame him for his lack of academic intelligence, and in some twisted way, encourage him to improve himself in the process.

Kirishima:

Now, It might be controversial, but I honestly think that Kirishima would fall for a close friend. Being as outgoing as he is, and with his past of depression, I think he would really be able to connect with someone who didn't have the best upbringing. I believe that he really needs to be told that he's strong enough for them, just as they need to be told they are deserving of love. Kirishima, especially as a 3rd year, would probably have learned a great deal from fatgum, and grown as a person with Tamaki. I think that both of you would push towards healing together and it would honestly be a really wholesome relationship.

Shoto:

I honestly headcanon that Todoroki would fall hard for someone assertive. though he really wouldn't notice at first, he would evaluate their plans as they presented them and admire the confidence that came with it. as he learned to better embrace his quirk and his past, I think he would need someone who could mentally pull him into the present. Someone who could be a comfort but would always have a theory on what to accomplish next, I think Todoroki would appreciate some direction, and words said in blunt honesty. As he got older, I think both of them would soften up a but, but while at UA, they would be a power couple.

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summerlovingbaby · 2 years

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Little Things They Do (mha edition)

SHINSOU

he falls asleep in front of you

shinsou doesn’t sleep much

and when he does it’s usually alone

he simply only falls asleep in front of people that he trust

if he had to sleep infront of someone that he didn’t trust he would always make sure to fall asleep last and always slept light

but in front of you he naps quite often

its always close enough to where he is touching you

or something of that sort

and he sleeps quite heavy

the only reason he does that is because he trusts you completely

BAKUGOU

he asks you for help

bakugou is not one to ask for help ever

he would rather die or suffer in silence than admit he can’t do something

but one night

he was up studying quite often and he just wasn’t understanding

so he asks you for help

is really cute about it too

listens as you explain this complicated math problem to him

and thanks you for your help aftwerwords

he tries not to make asking for help a habit

but he will ask you for help if he is really struggling

and he gets really sweet and cuddly when he asks

KIRISHIMA

he cries infront of you

he always tries to be everyones rock

he tries to stay strong and tough

expecially for you who he tries to protect

he tries to be your rock

but he can’t be strong for everyone

no matter how hard he tries

and sometimes the world gets to much for him

and he can’t take it

and he cries

and he reaches out to you for comfort

the gesture is really sweet bc he never cries in front of anyone

and he goes to you to comfort him

because he trusts you that much.

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mypimpademia · 8 months

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So idk if you write for Kiri, but you know how kirishima is kinda like a total boys boy? Like a gym bro, kinda hyper masc? Well do you think you can write him with a hyper fem/hello kitty kinda girl? Like he always thought that he would be with kinda a gym girl, or someone more his speed with that kind of stuff, but instead he falls in love with a girl who always is wearing pink and something hello kitty themed? And how once he tells the bakugo buddy bunch about his crush on her they totally bully him for it (lovingly ofc)

Or maybe denki? I love both the silly boys bc iykwim they jus so adorable!

Like denki has a type, and [insert reader name] did not meet the standards of that, but little sparky boy did not think he would fall in love with her so quicky, especially because she's jus so feminine, and not necessarily that it's bad, he is just so confused on why they feel the need to dress like that. He's not opposed to trying new things or matching outfits tho.....

GAGAHSJRD SORRY I WROTE ALOT THERE ANTWYAS LOVE YOUR STUFF YOUR AMAZINGGGGGGGGGGG XX THANK YOU YOU DONT HAVE TO UF YOU DONT WANNA SHDJFJF

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TW: Swearing

Note: YOURE PERFECTLY FINE, I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE GO INTO DETAIL WITH REQUESTS🫶🏾 TYSM FOR SUPPORTING I HOPE YOU ENJOY LOVELY💖💖

— KIRISHIMA

⇶ Eijiro himself was confused when he developed feelings for you

⇶ He would never tell you this now, or probably ever, but you were nothing like the type of girl he imagined himself with

⇶ He always thought he’d date a girl that was similar to him interest wise, athletic, very fitness focused, into stuff like protein shakes

⇶ Not to say that it was bad that you weren’t like that, but it just wasn’t expected

⇶ Even the Bakusquad was perplexed when he revealed that he had a crush on you

“No fucking way.”

Eijiro waved off Denki’s response, slumping into the sofa with a sigh.

“Hey, don’t be an asshole! What’s wrong with Y/n? She’s cool and pretty!” Mina defended, shoving Denki by his shoulder.

He groaned dramatically, jokingly rubbing his arm in the spot she made contact with.

“I don’t mean it like that,” he explained. “She’s just the complete opposite of what Eiji always said he was lookin’ for in a girl.”

“No fuckin’ kidding, have you seen the girls room? It’s like she set off a pink paint bomb in there,” Bakugo chimed in.

“I like it!” Mina exclaimed.

“Yeah, I wonder why,” Bakugo muttered, earning a pillow to the face from Mina in response.

“I dunno, I kinda like it. It’s cute, and it’s actually a really nice contrast to me and my usual type,” Eijiro said.

“Yeah, you guys would look good together,” Denki, urged. “Honestly, I was gonna go for her, but I’ll let you have her!”

Eijiro rolled his eyes at the cocky remark from his friend.

“Let him? It’s that Denki for ‘I couldn’t pull her if I tried?’ Or?” Mina teased.

“Hey, what happened to ‘don’t be an asshole,’?”

⇶ When you do eventually get together, Eijiro comes to love your hyperfeminine all pink aesthetic

⇶ At first, the constant stares of all your stuffed animals would scare him when he slept over, and he had more nightmares of them attacking him than he’d like to admit

⇶ But now, your room is his favorite place to sleep, especially after a good workout and shower

⇶ Loves seeing you all dolled up whenever you go out anywhere

⇶ Sending him daily fit pics is a REQUIREMENT.

⇶ Calls you his doll all the time because that’s what you remind him of when you’re all dressed up in some frilly outfit and covered in pink from head to toe

⇶ Doesn’t understand the obsession with Sanrio and Hello Kitty and why you incorporate it into all your outfits, but he loves guessing the names of whatever character(s) you have on your clothes that day and gets so happy when he guesses right

⇶ And even though he doesn’t understand, he still buys you anything Sanrio that he sees in the store because he knows you’ll like it

⇶ If you make him watch Hello Kitty and Friends with you though, Eijiro will quickly learn to love it and know all the characters names by heart

⇶ Gets you both sleep masks of your favorite characters as well as matching pajamas

⇶ Eijiro might just love your cutesy aesthetic more than you, even though it’s not exactly what he gravitates towards for himself

⇶ Although you weren’t necessarily the type of person he expected to fall for, he could never imagine himself with anyone else <3

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lizandbo · 1 year

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Kirishima confessing hcs

Sorry if I haven’t been posting in like months… but when I started the other time I forced myself to write a lot and at a point it wasn’t enjoyable… like I tried posting every week and idk it was just too much stress. So I’m gonna go on my own pace but post may be often(?)

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He’d be like super happy when y’all actually get together

Kirishima would be like a lil puppy:,)

But like when he confessed?

He’s gonna be nervous even tho he’s usually confident, like he would be completely beet red like his hair… or shaky like tamaki

But he ain’t a pussy tho and plus he thinks it’s manly when the man confesses first in a relationship

I mean any normal human being would be nervous to an extent

So he would be coming up to all excited yet nervous at the same time

He’d be like “hey y/n!” you turn your head over n like be faced with a happy Kirishima

He comes over on the couch next to you and kinda subtlety wraps an arm around your shoulders lovingly

“Hey uhh, I wanted to talk to you for a long time and I didn’t really know how to word it without being so weird or awkward” eijiro looked away from your gaze and went back to the eye contact you guys were having “I-….I really like you…?”

Kiri looked away again, semi scared about your answer

She shocked expression on his face was immaculate once he heard you say you liked him back

He didn’t really know that you were into physical touch or not, he’s kinda dense at those things but he gave you a great big hug:)

His hugs are awesome too tho

They’re like really warm and fuzzy feeling, and like your all in his arms and everything

But yeah the confession wasn’t too awkward but it wasn’t the most confident thing either

He kinda beat himself over the fact that he wasn’t as confident as he thought he was gonna be

But boo gotta realize not everyone is perfect for a really nerve-wracking confession

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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when eijirou wants a kiss, he’ll do this thing where he grabs your chin or tilts it with his forefinger until you’re looking at him and plants one on you. usually very slow, tantalisingly so… enough so that you can feel his lips moving with yours. so that you can feel the flutter of his unfairly long lashes against your cheeks and his finger prints embedded gently into your skin.

and he’ll chuckle breathily afterwards— going back to whatever he was doing as if he hasn’t just short circuited your brain !!

#idk…#kirishima hcs #I’m just a sucker for men who do gentle things #without realising it makes you wanna fuck then #them*#✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

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hitoshiyoshi · 2 years

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manly boys need love | kirishima eijiro

synopsis ↬ kirishima’s loving stepsister learns about his unnatural affections for her

warnings ↬ stepcest, non-con filming & picture taking, pwp, nipple-sucking, handj-b, you have a shitty step-dad, manipulation (?), slight nipple play, sub!kirishima, soft dom!reader, use of "baby boy" and "good boy", kiri doesn't act very manly, swearing

pairing ↬ pro-hero!aged up!kirishima x oldersis!afab!reader

word count ↬ 5.4k

The first time you noticed, you thought you were imagining things. It was only an innocent accident; knocking on his door one night to ask if he was hungry. You know, a pure-hearted gesture that older siblings did all the time. He didn't answer, but you could hear the faint sound of his voice through the wooden door. You're so pure, thinking he was speaking to someone on the phone. Until your name leaves his drooling lips, you freeze. Twisting the door open quietly, you peer through the small crack. Perhaps your mind began playing tricks on you, just someone else with your name, right? Many excuses were created that night because you didn't want to believe it was true. The opening was angled perfectly for you to see.

Saliva trickled down the corners of his mouth, his mind was lost in a haze. Mumbling incoherent curses as he focused his gaze on his red smartphone. A picture of you in a bikini from your family vacation out of the country displayed across his screen. You tried to pull your eyes away, thinking it was some random girl who resembled you. Even as you continued to watch him scroll through a catalog of photos, ranging from your exposed cleavage in a low cut shirt to more revealing clothing, you still believed it was all a lie.

His hands dipped inside the waistband of his shorts, releasing his girthy member from its cage. Wrapping his hand around the tip, he pumped around his length as expletives spewed from his mouth. Your palm clasped around your mouth to hold back your shock as you watched. Eijiro's precum leaked into his fist before he groaned and yearned for more. He briefly released his member as it protruded in the air. Spitting into his palm and fisting his cock, he wished it was you instead.

Eijiro heard you at his door that night, knocking before peering inside and gasping as you watched. He saw your shocked face from his peripheral vision, but of course you were too dumb to notice that. As his cum oozed into his fist and a final loud groan of your name echoed through the walls, you finally scurried off to your bedroom, trying to forget about the embarassing encounter.

The second time, you couldn't deny it anymore. Just as you managed to convince yourself that it was not you in those pictures, more signs emerged. You want to believe you're hallucinating when you notice a spikey-haired figure looming through the curtains as you showered. Perhaps your eyesight has been getting worse, you swear you see the flash of a camera light through an opening in your bedroom door while changing. Or when you heard shuffling inside your closet as you were knuckles deep inside your aching core after a stressful workday.

You wanted to tell your mother, surely she could give you a solution to this. That idea ended, however, when you noticed her gushing over her new step-son, pro-hero, Red Riot. Eijiro managed to capture the hearts of nearly every civilian in your town. Swooning the masses with his infectious smile and upbeat personality. To everyone, including your mother, he seemed like the perfect son. Always helping her around the house during his free-time, bringing her flowers and other expensive gifts, and making friendly conversations with the woman.

Going to his father, or your step-father, was completely out of the question. Watching the way he proudly displayed his son on a pedestal made you gag. Your step-father made very little attempts at building a relationship with you; a memory of him asking your mother to kick you out of their home replays in your mind. Would he believe you? You can imagine him accusing you of trying to ruin their family, although you were the daughter of his wife. Hearing your mother almost agree with her new husband, before quickly changing her mind, caused a sharp pain in your chest.

The few times you spoke with him, he was always condescending. Complaining about how you only took up space in their home and tarnished the name of their family by not becoming a pro-hero. Onlookers could easily tell that he preferred the company of his son over you. Initially, your mother seemed disturbed by his words. Yet, only after a few months, they began to share the same sentiments. "Why couldn't you be a hero like your brother?" "At least someone in this family cares about our future." "Worthless, all she does is sit on her ass all day... What a waste."

The more unprovoked insults were cursed at you, the more you began to avoid your step-father completely. You weren't in the mood to argue with him and deny all of his meaningless accusations. Ignoring Eijiro's behaviour slowly became impossible and there was no one willing to help you. Trying to be dismissive brought you no progress. Finally, you decided to confront your step-brother.

Tonight, you knocked on the wooden door leading to his room. The familiar tapping of your knuckles sends shivers down your spine; you didn’t want to think about that night but your mind flooded those images back. Soft, yet audible moans were heard beyond the door. Again, your name. This time, however, you wouldn’t make the mistake of opening it. Instead, you knock again — even yelling his name multiple times to get his attention.

“I’m coming!” The loud stomping of his footsteps causes the ground to tremble. Finally, the redhead opens the door. He seems disheveled and pants like he’s just finished a marathon. The waistband of his sweatpants wrap loosely around his waist. “What’s up, big sis?”

“Hey, Eijiro… Um, there’s something I need to talk to you about,” You watch as the hero's face becomes puzzled and concerned. “It won’t take too long, promise.”

Upon reassuring him, he nods and moves his body out of the path for you to enter. Eijiro’s room is a lot bigger and more polished than yours. It was your room before your step-father forced you out to make space for his golden child. Inside was his own personal gym, trophies he was awarded for his work, Crimson Riot and motivational posters, and, of course, framed photos of you and the family. You tried to ignore the sweet yet musky scent of the devious acts he was doing before you arrived.

He sits on the end of his camouflage bed and pats a seat next to him for you. You try to piece together some sentences but your mind is still hazy, leaving the redhead adjacent to you lost. After staying in silence for a few seconds, he clears his throat before speaking.

“So… what do you need to talk about?” Rubbing the back of his neck anxiously, he waits. You always hated when he pretended to be innocent, the same facade he does when dealing with your mother and step-father.

“Kiri… I know,” Only a few words manage to leave your mouth as he peers up at you. His expression changes from guilt to innocence in the blink of an eye. Eijiro knew one day you would question him about his actions, so he's been preparing.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He seems genuinely confused; if you were a fool, you would be convinced by it.

"I know," Your eyes closed as you sighed and tried to relax your fuzzy mind. "I know about the pictures."

"The pictures..?" Eijiro's eyes cast a persuading yet pitiful glance at you, trying to make you feel ashamed for asking him. You weren't fazed because deep down, you knew it needed to end. "What pictures are you talking about?"

"The pictures you have of me on your phone. That's what I'm talking about." Trying to sound stern didn't work on him and he remained with the same posture and facial expression: a hand still nervously scratching his spikey-hair and wide puppy eyes as he stared at you.

"Big sis, I really don't get what you mean. I only have family photos with you, nothing else. I love you and mom, you guys are my entire world. I want us to be happy, but you always make it hard-" Before he could finish the rest of his sob story, you interrupted him.

"Don't lie, Eijiro." His gaze seems to soften as he continues to watch you. Finally, he realized that you wouldn't back down and trust him. All you wanted was for him to stop talking, the same words that could manipulate the hearts of your parents would never bypass yours. "I'm not mad, I just want to talk." That was a lie, the whole situation made you livid.

Truthfully, this encounter was better than trying to discuss it with your mother or step-father. They would fall for his lovely words, melting as they listened to him professing his undying love for his older sister who refused to reciprocate. You were only cautious about interacting with him once you learned about the pictures; imagine what he would try to do if you two were alone. The thought was nauseating; they always criticized you every time you seemed to act inconsiderate to Eijiro. Always making himself seem like the holy child, you were the unruly one.

As a few seconds pass, Eijiro shuts his eyes tight. His lips tremble as if tears threaten to fall down his cheeks, but his dry eyes say otherwise. If he tried to cry his way out of this situation, you weren't sure what you would do next. Exhaling a deep and long breath, he finally starts to speak.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to- I just couldn't stop myself." Caving in, he admits and tries to find the right words to remedy your anger.

"I'm really disappointed in you. It's inappropriate for a brother to do that to his sister-" As you start to lecture your younger step-brother, he interrupts you. Just like an annoying little sibling, he wouldn't sit still and listen to your scolding.

"We aren't related." The unusual sound of his serious and monotone voice makes you freeze. Eijiro looks up at you with an agitated and deadpan expression, unlike his normal behavior.

"Eijiro, don't say things like that. It doesn't matter if we're related or not, our parents are married. I only see you as my brother and nothing else."

The bitterness of your words left a stinging discomfort in his heart. No, he did not want to believe it. Always convincing himself that it didn't matter since you two were not related by blood. The cold reality of your relationship seemed to be something that his delusion refused to let him accept. Eijiro doesn't care about meaningless labels like who is 'brother' and 'sister', he would have you to himself in the end. He was certain. His heart is still shattered, no amount of his convincing would change this.

"Well... you're more than a sister to me." Before you can scold him for spewing nonsense, his lips part as he speaks ahead of you. "I've always felt that way about you, before the wedding... when we first met." Too stunned to speak, you wonder if your brother was truly in the right mental state because all he said was pure foolishness. Suddenly, his head falls to his palms as he covers his face in anguish. "Why..? Why did they have to get married..?"

"...What? Why are you asking me that?"

"Because it's not fair... you're perfect for me, but I can't have you and it's not fair..." Eijiro raises his head as he stares at you again, this time pleading for you to understand him. "You don't get it, but you're all I can think of. I dream about you, about us. Every time we're apart, I can't stop wondering about you. When I close my eyes, you're the first thing I see. Fuck, it's awful when I'm in this house with them. I hate looking at them because they always remind me that I'll never have you."

“N- No, Eijiro. Stop…”

“No?” He relaxes in his seat and seems more than dejected. “…Why do you always ignore me? Is it because of the pictures? I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know I messed up… I’m so fucking dumb,” Balling his fists, he hits his forehead an alarming number of times while chanting “stupid, stupid” before stopping. “I know I disappointed you, just let me be good for you… I’ll change. Let me love you, let me worship you… please? I’ll be good… tell me you love me, praise me. Anything… I just need you right now, sis…”

"Eijiro..." Honestly, you weren't sure how to respond. You said the only thing that came to your mind, like the responsible big sister that you are. For a second, his eyes sparkle in hopes that you felt the same way. "Don't disrespect our parents."

Again, the harsh truth instantly reminds him of your situation. Of course, there was no possibility that you would agree with him. You were always better than him in every way, always resolute and steadfast, it makes him envious — you couldn't be swayed by him.

"Disrespect?" He says in disbelief before shrugging his shoulders and staring away. "I don't care. I wonder why you care, though. My dad always talks bad about you behind your back. I'm sure you know he hates you." You also can't figure out why you valued their marriage so much. "If it wasn't for that fucking wedding, you'd be mine. Wish I could tear up those dumb marriage papers..." Eijiro chuckles to himself before lowering his head to the ground.

He knows his actions were wrong, the mental toll of his behavior was gnawing at his morality every time he saw you. The only time he successfully manages to think otherwise is when he needs to ease the pressure from his swelling bulge. It was embarrassing, a hero meant to protect others from harm had caused his only sibling to go through discomfort and pain because of his devious acts. Only deserving of the worst karma and punishment.

Seeing him become saddened, you couldn't help but feel bad. You didn't hate him, you just didn't like his actions. Although his speech made you sympathize with him slightly, you couldn't urge yourself to do unholy things with him. Until...

"Look, I'm sorry if I sounded harsh. I just... I just need you to stop thinking about me like that." To you it seemed simple, but you were asking him to do the impossible. A smile tries to creep across his lips but soon fades, too heartbroken. What would a good big sister do in this situation? You finally decided to cave in, the only option you could think of. "If I help you... will you stop?"

"Yeah, I guess... but how will you help?" He seems hesitant to obey your request, yet decides to follow you.

"We can try something, just once. I'll help you get over it. You need to promise that you won't take pictures of me again."

"O- Okay, I promise." Although he isn't sure what you'll do next, Eijiro already has some ideas in his mind. Raising himself up until you two are eye-level, he seems ready to engage in whatever solution you plan. He knows he won't be compliant for long, but that doesn't affect him at all.

"Um, alright... Let's make this quick, yeah? I think they'll be home soon." An hour prior, your parents left home to attend a double date with another couple who lived nearby. Having them home during this whole encounter would only make things worse, you thought. Unsure where to begin, your hands nervously twitched together as your face flushed with warm heat.

"Nervous?" He interrupts your deep thoughts while staring up curiously. You didn't notice the impatient thumping of his foot against his floor as he waited.

"Yeah... I don't know where to start-" Start? You shouldn't be doing this at all.

The feeling of the redhead's lips against your neck makes you halt. Peppering kisses along the skin above your jugular before gliding is tongue along your collarbone, Eijiro's patience ran thin and he just couldn't listen to your rambling anymore. Instinctively, your hands grasp his shoulders as you try to slow down the excited hero who's too busy massaging your plush skin.

His fingers clawed into the cotton of your pajamas, leaving harsh bruises that would surely ruin your skin in the morning; so energetic, he accidentally hardened his fingers as dug into you. Your protesting went ignored, he waited too long for this moment and there was no way he would lose it. Moving his lips to kiss your lips to muffle your calls and slipping his tongue inside your wet cavern to shut you up, until you finally pulled away.

"S- Stop..!" You pant once you manage to escape his grasp. He begins to frown once again, too worried that he'll upset you. Secretly, you don't want to enjoy it too much or else you'll want more. "Don't do that..."

Pulling away from his arms, he thinks you'll leave him alone to deal with the growing tent in his sweatpants that is proudly on display and hard for you to ignore. You move up his bed until you're leaning against his headboard and pillow. Eijiro's gaze seems to ease once he sees you pat your legs for him to come closer. He soon follows like a pitiful and lonely man approaching the calls of a siren.

"Lay down." The hero follows your directions, waiting for you to place a pillow in your lap before finally resting his head on the soft padding.

Holding the hem of your pajama shirt, you lift the clothing until your breasts are exposed to his lustful gaze. The whole encounter, you failed to notice his constant glances to your chest once he noticed you weren't wearing a bra. His lips slightly parted and showed his sharp teeth, too mesmerized at the beauty in front of him. Brushing some of his locks away from his forehead while staring down at Eijiro, you hadn't noticed some of his features after ignoring him for so long. His usual furrowed eyebrows and aggressive eyes softened under your touch.

The pro-hero who was applauded by nearly every civilian and had posters of his tough aesthetic plastered everywhere seemed so docile, it was hard to fathom. Luckily the eyes of his fans and the world weren't watching him, this was something only you were lucky enough to see. Placing his hand up to one of your tits, you try to guide his large palm to massage your flesh. His drunken eyes move watch as he thumbs across your buds, a choked whimper leaves both of your throats almost simultaneously.

Whining and shifting uncomfortably, his hips bucked into the empty air as he desperately searched for something to help relieve himself; it was quite pathetic watching the manly hero squirm underneath you. His free hand palmed the front of his sweatpants trying to unsuccessfully release tension from his aching body. Softly chuckling at his actions, you replaced his hand with your own; pressing down at his hardened member. Your laughter soon followed with a gasp once feeling the impressive size in your hand through the loose fabric.

"C- Can I..?" He sheepishly asks as his fingers are busy toying with your nubs and peers up at you.

By now, you've forgotten the purpose of your actions. He's wrong, you're just as bad as him. The little morality in your mind narrowly escapes with your next words. Perhaps deep down, you yearned for the same wishes.

"Can you, what? Use your words for me," Grazing along the length of his shaft, you watched as he shuddered and blushed. Cute, you should try this more often. "Baby boy..." The name slips out of your mouth almost automatically and, for a second, you wonder why you aren't ashamed of yourself anymore.

Seeing him perk up in excitement fueled a side that you left hidden for a long time. This is what a good sister would do, right? Even if it meant that you could control your step-brother's lust for a short time, it wouldn't hurt to play along. Get everything over with before leaving him after his high and weeping in your room after a surge of guilt. This was only to help and get him to leave you alone. Yet, if this was so wrong, why did you feel a throbbing ache between your thighs?

“I need to- Can I s- suck on your tits, please..? Hurts bad… wanna taste…” He whispered in a tiny voice.

“That’s it…” Upon seeing you nod and oblige to his wishes, his lips hungrily wrapped around your bud while clutching tightly to the one in his hand. Flicking his tongue against your flesh before suckling, he watched as your face contorted in pleasure. “Good… good boy…”

His sharp teeth sink into your skin until you wince at the sudden pain. Eyeing him with a look that says “No biting”, you watch as he defiantly relaxes in your hold. You didn’t know, but it was humiliating for him to be so submissive. Yet, there was no part of him that wanted to press your body against his firm mattress and ravage you until your parents heard the echoes of your moans through his room. No, Kirishima secretly enjoyed this. As much as you and possibly even more. It wasn’t too bad, manly boys need love too.

Rolling his tongue over the bud, he eagerly listened to your small hushed gasps at his movements. One of his fingers tweaked and pulled at your free bud until a sore feeling erupted over your skin. Palming his member through his sweatpants you desperately wanted to release it from its strong hold. With each harsh suckle on your skin, Eijiro’s hips would buck into your hand, wishing and hoping for a meager release.

His wet, flat tongue ghosted along your areola. Soon, you joined him in trying to find friction for your core. Flicking your bud and encouraging more sinful sounds to escape your throat. Trying to hush your moans proved to be a task that you soon abandoned.

“Mmh~ E- Eiji… you’re so good… perfect.” Trailing your hands over his clothed region, you felt his hips buck into your palms as he sought after a meager release. Removing his hands from your bud, he roamed down past the flesh and to your pajama shorts before slipping his fingers inside and massaging over your clothed clit.

“Look at you, so pretty… is this all for me..?” You say whilst tugging the waistband of his sweatpants down and exposing his member to the warmth inside the room. “So big… just for me…”

Your fingers wrapped around his girthy shaft as you felt the straining member twitch happily in your palm. A low groan floated out of his throat as your thumb grazed his oozing tip, precum coating your skin. Quickly, you pulled your hand away before bringing your thumb to your mouth and savoring the salty clear essence on your tongue. Eijiro released another stressful whine from his lips and tugged on your bud with his teeth. You didn't know, but he hates teasing.

"Eiji..!" You gasped once feeling the boy's razor sharp teeth pierce the fragile skin of your areola. Upon seeing you wincing in pain, he brought his fingers towards your cheek and caressed your skin.

"I'm sorry... Don't get mad at me..! Need you bad, please... It hurts, don't leave," Eijiro left soft pecks along your chest, before leaning upwards and attaching his lips to your neck and cheeks.

"Okay... Okay, I'm not mad... Lay down again." Gently pushing his chest until his head was placed in your lap again, your hand returned to its hold on him while he sighed in relief.

Pumping his length in your fist, you watched as his hips bucked into your hand. His chest heaved repeatedly against your body until a spew of expletives left his mouth, just like that night. Slowly enveloping his veiny cock into your palm, you watched as the boy soon became restless in your hold. Shifting his lower region of his body until he could feel more pleasure surge to his untouched cock. A deep red covered his cheeks and nose while his eyes shut tightly.

Setting a slow pace seemed to make him more restless with every passing second. Nearly snapping his hips upwards in frustration, his face shifted in discomfort.

"P- Pleeease... I can't..." Eijiro's hands returned to grasp onto your still exposed breasts, clinging tightly as if he thought you would run away.

"Eiji, I told you to use your words," Groaning, he seemed too reluctant to listen to your encouragement. "What's wrong, baby? Tell me..."

Reaching down, one of his empty hands tightly wrapped around your fingers and his shaft. As he nuzzled closer to your flesh and inhaled your scent, he guided your hand to pump along his foreskin faster. Once you reach the perfect speed, his lips encompass your pebbled flesh once more. A few more low moans and gasps echoed through the room and vibrated against your skin.

"F- Faster, please... fuck," Eijiro begged into your skin, releasing his hold on your body for a few seconds as his muscles began to sieze.

Quickening your pace, his sticky clear nectar coated your fingers as you massaged his cock. Eijiro's body soon completely stilled in your grasp, rutting his hips into your hand as his breath became more rigged. Arching his back against your thighs, you could feel the twitching of his cock in your palm. His hot breath tickled the skin on your flesh as you watched his face flush with heat. Detaching his lips from your buds, a string of saliva connected you together before breaking apart.

"Fuck, fuck... it's- i'm c- coming..!" Creamy, white essence poured from his reddened tip, trickling down the back and inside of your hand. Soon painting your hands white as he emptied himself inside your palm. His grasp on your body tightened while you coaxed out every drop from his aching balls. Gritting his teeth as his body shuddered against yours, Eijiro finally rested his head against your thighs again, still cooling down from his high.

You scanned around his nightstand until you spotted a box of tissues — some were crumpled and placed next to a mysterious looking bottle of lotion, but you ignored it. Reaching for the tissue, you cleaned your fingers and some cum still oozing out of Eijiro’s tip. The panting sweaty hero seemed to get comfortable in your hold as he continued to nuzzle closer to your chest, almost wanting to drift asleep.

“Eiji, this is the last time, okay? Don’t get your hopes up.” After cleaning your fingers and his now limp member, you tossed the tissue on the nightstand. Kirishima knows this won’t be the last time. “And clean these up, it’s gross.” Too dazed from his high, the boy couldn’t listen to his sister’s usual scolding, you tried gaining his attention in another way. “Where’s your phone?”

“Here…” He weakly passed his phone to you, not bothering to ask any questions.

“What’s the password?”

“1610.” His birthday, of course.

Opening his gallery, you scan the photos. His most recent ones seem to be low-quality dick pictures and a couple of selfies with his friends, you would usually press about them but decide not to bother the drowsy hero. You find an album of your indecent photos, much more than you first imagined. Quickly, you deleted the album, which resulted in every single photo of you disappearing as well. Even making sure that he couldn’t restore them any time soon.

“What did you do?” He asks as a couple words slur from his lips. After resting for a couple minutes, he seems to regain his senses.

“I deleted the pictures. Please, I don’t want to see them again.” Tossing the phone across the bed, you pull down your shirt and help tuck his member away in his sweats.

“Why am I such a pathetic brother? I can’t even get that shit right.” Lifting himself off of your lap, he rests his body against the cushioning of his mattress before staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought. “Why don’t you stay with me? Wanna cuddle?”

“No, I’m a little tired. I need to go back to my room before they come home.” Raising off the bed, you make it to the door before he can say any more persuading words for you to stay.

“But, what about you? I can make you feel good, come. Please..? I'll lock the door so they won't bother us... Don't you want to stay with me?” Trying not to look into his eyes, you tidy your clothes before heading to the door. He tries reaching for your hand but you swat him away.

“I’ll figure something out.” You had no choice, the throbbing pain in your core needed to be dealt with soon. A pool of slick in your panties makes walking uncomfortable.

Eijiro pouts as he watches you leave and desperately wants to call after you. The sound of his bedroom door clicking shut reminds him that again, he is alone. The ecstasy from your comforting touch began to wear off. Soon, he found himself miserable and thumping his foot against the mattress, he wished you were still here. As he relaxed on his bed, he knew this was something lingering. A feeling that neither of you would ignore over the next couple of days. He yearned for more. Beyond a momentary pleasure, he knew he needed more.

You heard his frustrated yet loud huffs as you stood by his door. No matter what would happen, you promised your self not to give into temptation. Although your methods might not be the best, if you were lucky, you wouldn’t have to worry about any pictures for a long time. As you walk towards your bedroom to prepare for a sleepless night, the front door of your home swings open and reveals your mother and step-father returning from their date.

“(Y/N)! How’ve you been?” Your mother says while smiling up at you. Your step-father barely gives you a glance and simply walks straight past you to their bedroom. Giving your mother a simple “good”, she continues. “Don’t worry about him. We had a little fight on the way back, but it’s fine!” She says gleefully but you know a little fight is an understatement. “Were you in Eijiro’s room?”

“Y- Yeah, we were just talking…” Although you tried not to bring too much attention to yourself, you couldn’t stop the look of embarrassment on your face.

“I’m glad. I really want you guys to get closer, you know? It’s hard since everything feels sudden, but give him a chance. He’s very nice!” She sets her coat on a jacket hanger before taking off her shoes and placing them by the door.

“We’ll see what happens.” This is the only time.

Riot ❤️‍🔥 (2:54 AM) : sis, are you still up? I can hear you from my room

You (2:56 AM) : sorry just having trouble sleeping

Fingers playfully dancing around the hood of your clit trying to bring yourself to a climax that fails to erupt. Moans and pants of annoyance echo through the walls. Your mother hears it but your step-father is dismissive. Eijiro finally brought a girl home, he thinks.

You (2:58 AM) : but why are you still up?

Riot ❤️‍🔥 (2:59 AM) : dunno, can’t sleep too

He can’t sleep because as your loud sounds bounce off the walls and into his ears, he feels himself spark with excitement. There are no photos to ease his desires anymore. All he can imagine is having your body in his bed, contorting in pleasure. The feeling of your flesh against his tongue and teeth and your hands massaging around him. He soon learns his own hands aren’t enough anymore.

You (3:04 AM) : need some help with something… wanna come over?

It’s almost poetic. Through your righteous speeches about being “siblings” with no blood relation or needing to value your parents dysfunctional marriage, you were still worse than him. At least he was honest and didn't pretend. Before you could regret your text message, the twisting of your doorknob breaks you from your thoughts. The redhead enters without knocking, even bolder than you.

Before you could speak, he kneels in front of your bed. Hands in his lap, eager and ready to serve.

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