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jazzthatonewriterchick · 6 months

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Lost in the Woods (Werewolf!BakuKiri x Black!Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"You scared now, baby?"

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Kirishima Ejirou x Black!Plus-sized!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which you get lost on your way home one night while coming back from a party and end up straight in the jaws of two strange yet sexy men who you get the feeling aren't quite human.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized; Reader is Drunk; Monster Fucking; Coercion; Dubcon; Rape (to be safe); Foreplay; Biting; Mild Degradation; Mutual Oral; Double Blowjob; Double Cunnilingus/Analingus; Big Dicks/Knots; Knotting; Unprotected PIV Sex; Doggystyle; Cowgirl; Unprotected Creampies; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Happy Halloween, y'all!! 🎃🎃 Enjoy!! -Jazz

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It has gotten darker outside. Way darker than it usually is around this time in the fall.

You walk along the trail in your fake cat ears leading to your co-worker's rented cabin deep in the woods, clutching your leather jacket closer to your plump frame and tasting your third drink on your tongue. You're still not sure what's in it, but you can taste the vodka and the fruity juice flavors with every sip you've taken since you've gotten to the party.

You originally were supposed to stay at the party for only an hour, but that turned into four. Four hours of watching your bestie shake her ass in her ladybug costume and dealing with your coworker and the host of the party flirt with you. Though Denki Kaminari is cute and loaded from his rich parents, he also is a huge slut.

He has what you call "community dick". The guy gets around to almost every girl in your office, minus you, of course. He's been trying which is why he invited you to his Halloween party, but you aren't interested. You thought the man was going to cry earlier when he saw you put on your jacket and head to the door.

Aww, you're leavin'?" he asked in his makeshift toga and leaf headpiece. He was supposed to be a Greek God. "But I'm about to start the competition and announce the winners!"

"I know, but I'm really tired and it's really dark out there," you sighed, trying to seem like you're apologetic.

"You sure you wanna drive?" he asked, sounding concerned. "Didn't you drink tonight?" You shook your head, your hand moving to grasp the doorknob behind you. "I didn't drive here. I took an Uber."

"You don't need to take no Uber, sweetheart," he tutted. "Not when you've got a personal chauffeur right here! Lemme drive you home. I promise that my ride is faster." He smiled big, confident, seductive smile at you that you're sure gets all the ladies' pussies wet, but you weren't swayed.

You gave him a small smile, desperate to leave. The music was too loud and your social battery was running way low. "That's very sweet of you, Denki, but I'm good. I'm gonna wait in the driveway."

Denki's eyes ticked outside the window where the woods lay in wait for you. "Well, my house is surrounded by woods. You sure you wanna walk alone out there? Wouldn't want all the creepy-crawlies and freaks to get you." He smirked down at you, cocking his head to the side."Lemme walk you," he whispered. "It would at least make me feel better. Plus, I'm great company."

He gave you that same seductive smirk as he leaned in, no doubt attempting to corner you against the door. You began to twist the knob, opening it in preparation to run out and escape his tricks."Thank you, but–"

"Heeey, girl," Mina, your coworker and bestie, sing-songed. She inserted herself right between you and Denki, drunk and a major cockblock (and your savior). "You havin' fun?" She side-eyed Denki who gave her a sharp glare before slinking off to attend to two of his guests who were about to fight over the last mini-pumpkin cupcake at the snack table.

"Yeah, but it's getting dark out there," you pointed out, relieved that Denki left. "Shouldn't we be heading home soon?"

"Go home?" Mina scoffed. "Denki said we're all welcome here! He cleaned out his five guest rooms upstairs just for us...or rather, for you." She giggled as you rolled your eyes. "You know, he's hoping you'll stay the night."

"Yeah, I know," you muttered. "But it ain't gonna happen. Denki gets around too much."

"So?" Mina scoffed. "I've heard he's good! Plus, it's not like you're looking for a forever. It's just a one-night thing you clear your head and get you some dick."

Mina is so convinced that you need to start dating if not having meaningless sex with coworkers if not men at bars, clubs, or online (which is hella dangerous). To her, you could use the release to ease your stress from your job and life, but in your eyes, you're more than happy using your fingers and toys to get that release. However, you would be lying if you said that you didn't want someone to break you off, but so far, you haven't found a man who could do so for you.

"I'm fine, Mina, really," you chuckled. "I know you think that I need some dick to ease my stress at work, but I can handle myself just fine." Mina didn't look too happy with that but didn't push it. "Whatever," she sighed. "But at least stay for the costume competition. You'll get to see me win for my super-cute costume!"

"Sorry, hon," you giggled, playing with her fake antenna, "but the dark isn't gonna wait for that. You know how I feel about traveling in the dark anyway. I'm just gonna bounce and call you when I get home."

At this, Mina grew worried. "You sure you don't want me to walk you?" But you shook your head, not wanting to interrupt her fun. "I'll be fine, Mina," you reassured her. "I'm just gonna wait in the driveway for my ride. You stay and have fun."

You wish you had just stayed in Denki's driveway like you said you would. You wish you never decided to venture along the trail to find the road. It's too dark, and you're too tipsy. You're not at all dressed for a walk, such as this one either–a mini dress that hugs your plump, chunky body, a leather jacket, fake cat ears, and black pumps that you try to walk slowly in to avoid breaking your ankle.

Plus, and this is the main reason, the forest is starting to creep you out. It is quiet. Too quiet, as if something is causing this eery silence. The woods trail is rather bumpy, and the trees seem taller than before when you came here four hours ago. They are bare of any leaves and their branches stretch towards the sky like long, crooked fingers. Speaking of the sky, there isn't a single star in it–just the large, white moon that looks almost ominous behind the clouds floating among the inky, black canvas.

You thought that making it to the road would make it easier for the Uber driver to find you when you ordered, but you can't even find the road. You ordered the ride before leaving Denki's party, hoping to make it there before the driver could call.

But now you're realizing that you should've just called before. 'You stupid bitch,' you think. So you call your driver now as you keep a hand out to grab onto trees for balance as you hike down the trail. The driver answers after three rings, but they sound grainy and broken.

"Hello?" you say into the phone.

"Hi, is this Y/N?" the Uber driver asks. "I was just going to call you. I'm here."

"Shit, you are?" you reply, your stomach leaping in fear. You only have five minutes to reach them and you still don't know where you're going! "H-Hang on, I'm comin' now. I can't find the road."

"I'm sorry, I'm having trouble hearing you," the driver says. "I can't seem to find a way through these trees."

"It's through the woods!" you call. "There's a trail that leads to the address. If you follow it, you'll find me there." Silence follows and you panic, thinking they hung up. "Hello, you there?" you call.

"Hello?" the driver asks. "Y/N, are you still there?"

"Yes!" you call. "Hang on, I'll come to you!" You waddle and stumble along the trail, pushing a long branch out of your face. "Can you still hear me?" Silence. "Hello?" you call into the phone. "Helloooo?"

Still nothing. You look at your phone to find that the call has dropped. "Goddammit!" you groan. Of course, this happens to you. Realizing that you're out of luck and have no clue where you are, you dial Mina's number and turn back around where you came.

Four rings go by before she picks up and you're hit by a barrage of sounds–music, yelling, and laughter. "Hello?" she shouts into your ear. "Mina, I'm coming back," you sigh. "My Uber driver can't find me and–"

"Y/N, you're breaking up!" she shouts. "I can't hear you!" Her voice begins to sound grainy and chopped, her words cutting off. "Mina?" you ask. "Mina, can you hear me?" Nothing but silence follows.

You look at the four bars on your screen, finding them to be completely gone. No reception. "Fuck!" you groan. Tonight is now a complete shit show. The beginning of a horror film. However, if keep on the trail to Denki's cabin, knowing you have a better chance of calling another ride there.

But then you get lost. Very, very lost. "What the fuck?" you whisper to yourself. "Where's the cabin?"

What looks like the trail to Denki's cabin turns out not to be...or is it? You can't quite decipher the trail anymore. Or where you are. Everything looks the same–the same leafless trees and brush stretching around you, making you feel suffocated; the same dark shadows; the same dirt trail that leads to nowhere.

Even worse is the darkness. It has gotten increasingly worse since you've been out here, stumbling about. You can barely make out the trees now, bumping into a few as you walk. The quietness only makes you feel more paranoid. All that you hear is the lone hooting of an owl and your heavy breathing in your ears. It's uncomfortable. Unsettling. Like something is lurking among the woods, ready to pounce at the perfect opportunity.

You go for your phone to switch on the flashlight only to find your phone on 20%. You growl in frustration, stomping your heel. How did you forget to charge it before you left Denki's party? "God, can this get any worse for me?" you sigh to the heavens.

And as if answering you, a droplet falls from the cloudy night sky onto your forehead. You gasp at the sudden feeling, pressing your hand to your forehead to feel the wetness. And then another one falls. And another. Soon, you are caught in a downpour. "Shit!" you squeal and take off your heels before immediately start running to avoid the rain.

You don't know where you're going but you run anyway, desperate to find the road or someone who may be out here to help you. Maybe one of Denki's guests from the party or a hiker. Maybe a camper. As you peel back tree branches and try to avoid pits of mud that have begun to churn from the rain, you finally find your light in the darkness.

Through the trees protrudes a cozy-looking house in a clearing, surrounded by a stack of logs for firewood and smelling of something spicy and warm. The windows are aglow which means someone is inside. Someone who can help you! "Oh, thank you, God," you sigh.

But as you go to run towards the house, you hit your foot on an overgrown tree root and go tumbling. With a shriek, you fall to your hands and knees, luckily not scraping them but staining them with dirt. Your heart lurches into your throat and you try to calm yourself. "Relax," you whisper. "You're okay. There's no one out there to hurt you."

"Well, look who stumbled along the trail," a teasing voice says. "Literally." Immediately, you look up and scurry away from the two figures standing above you. They are big. Huge, even. All lean muscle, broad arms, and thick, toned thighs and calves that could crush watermelons under their clothes.

They're not too bad looking either. The one on the right has a platinum blonde undercut, a sharp jaw any model would be jealous of, an eyebrow piercing, and a lip ring that glints in the moonlight in his plump, pink bottom lip. His vermillion eyes feel like hot rays on you as he glares down at you. "Who the fuck are you?" he growls. "Why are you here?"

You try to find the words to speak, but you're still too in shock from what has happened to you and the two strangers standing before you. "I-I..."

"Chill out, Katsuki," the one on the left chuckles. He is bigger than the blonde with long, red locks of hair, tattoos, and a toothy smile that unnerves you slightly. "You alright, miss? Sorry about him. He's territorial of our home is all."

He offers his hand to you, and though you hesitate at first, you take it and let him pick you up off the ground. "That's your house?" you ask, nodding at the cozy home. Katsuki glares suspiciously at you. "Why? You lookin' to break in or something?"

"N-No," you stutter, intimidated by his roughness. "I came from a party up the way and I couldn't find the road to catch my Uber."

Both men look at each other, realizing your story. "Oh," the redhead says, that grin still on his face. "You're lost. Gone too deep down the rabbit hole?" You don't answer, unnerved by his teasing and their presence.

"So that explains why a pretty thing like you is out here alone," the redhead comments, crossing his buff arms over his broad chest. "So no one walked you out here?"

You shake your head, hugging your jacket to your soaked body. "I told them not to," you admit, feeling guilty. "I thought this wasn't going to happen."

"Well, no one expects to get lost in the woods," the redhead chuckles. "But don't fret. You've got us and we know these woods like the back of our hands. It's not safe to be out here alone on such a dark night though. It could be...dangerous."

Something in the way he says this and the glint in his eyes makes you uncomfortable. There is something off about these two, you realize. Something ferocious. Predatory, like an animal. "I-I just need wifi," you stutter. "Or a phone to call my friend and tell her I'm here."

"You need more than that, sweetness," the redhead chuckles. "You're soaked to the bone! Guess you got caught in the rain." He nods over to their home. "Come on in and we'll help you out. We'll get you a towel and a phone."

"Really?" you ask, shocked by their kindness...and also wary. "Of course!" he laughs, his crimson eyes kind. "It wouldn't be many of us to have a beautiful lady out here alone and lost. Ain't that right, Katsuki?"

The blonde says nothing but keeps his eyes pinned on you. "Oh, I never introduced us!" the redhead tuts. "That's so rude of me. I'm Kirishima, but just call me Kiri. This is Katsuki. Say hi, 'Suki." Once again, Katsuki doesn't speak. "And you are?"

"Y/N," you softly answer. "Thanks for helping me out, but I just need a phone or a wifi password."

"What, you scared to come in or something?" Katsuki snarls. "You have no problem walking around out there in that." He nods at your mini dress and cat ears, making you flush.

"Leave her alone, Katsuki," Kiri growls. "I happen to think she looks amazing." He gives you a wink that makes your stomach flip. "I know it's weird since we're strangers and all, but we'd really feel bad if you just waited out here. We've got spicy ramen cookin' in there too, if you want any."

You should say no. You should firmly stand your ground and tell them to just give you a phone. But against your better judgment and taken by their strange attractiveness, you give in. "Okay," you sigh.

They guide you to their home and get you inside just as the rain becomes a thick sheet. Their home is cozy, warm, and has a roaring, brick fireplace. The walls are made of thick logs packed tight together and the furniture is covered in throw pillows and comfy blankets. Kiri leads you over to the couch and hands you a blanket to wrap yourself in while Katsuki heads to the kitchen. "Take a seat and we'll get you set up," he says. "And get comfortable. That's what the couch is here for."

He smiles at you before heading off to gather some things for you. You sit there, shivering under the blanket after taking off your coat, doing your best to relax. But you can’t. Not when you’re in two strangers’ home with your phone halfway to death and in the pouring rain. There has to be a phone you can get to. You begin to look around for a phone, but are interrupted the Kiri returns with a towel and a tray holding a steaming bowl for you. "Here's a towel for you," he coos. "And a pipin' hot bowl of ramen if you're hungry. I'm sure you worked up an appetite at that party and walking through the woods."

He hands you the towel and carefully places the tray down next to you. ”Thanks," you mutter. Kiri gives you your space and sits in a chair across the room, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of you. He watches you very carefully as you slowly slurp down the ramen, clearing your throat from the spiciness. He chuckles under his breath whenever you do.

Katsuki then returns to the living room, his shoes off and clad in a V-neck and jeans that sit low on his hips. "Landline's down," he passively says. "The rain must've fucked it up." Kiri sighs while your stomach flips in panic. "Aw, man," he sighs. "Any luck with your phone, Y/N?" Something about the way he says his name in that raspy voice sends shivers down your spine.

You ignore them and check your phone, finding it to be on 10% and the bars still low. You shake your head, ready to scream in frustration. "Guess you're stuck with us for a minute then,” Kiri says, sounding apologetic. Katsuki doesn’t say anything at all, still standing in the middle of the living room, adding to the tension you feel. “Does…this happen often?" you carefully question.

Kiri shrugs, leaning back in his chair. ”Sometimes, if the rain is real bad. It's just one of the things about living away from the city in the middle of the forest." He gives you a humored grin, a twinkle in his crimson eyes. "You're probably wondering why we're out here, hm? Well, city life just got to be too much. Sometimes you just wanna be wild and free. Feral, if you will."

His smile turns sharper and almost just as feral as he describes. You don’t even look at Katsuki. You’re too afraid too. Instead, you look down at your feet and squeeze the blanket closer to your form. "So what about you?" Kiri asks. "What's your life like outside of these woods?"

‘Lie!’ your brain tells you. ‘Don’t tell them anything about you!’ But you also don’t know if they’ll know you’re lying. So you tell the truth, but keep things as tame and vague as possible. ”Well, I live in the city and I work in an office. I just came from a work costume party that my coworker was throwing." Kiri nods, his eyes scaling over your fake cat ears and legs poking out of the blanket. ”Well, you've dressed the part for it."

"And decided to come in here to show us," Bakugou growls, speaking for the first time in minutes. His hot gaze runs over you as if he can see right through the thick blanket. "Ignore him," Kiri says, rolling his eyes. "He thinks you look fantastic, as do I. I'm sure all your coworkers of the opposite sex were re all over you tonight."

You’re not sure if he says this to comfort or relax you, but it doesn’t do either. Your body is wound up like a drum and you feel hot with discomfort. ”T-Thank you," you whisper. "No, I...I didn't want that. I don't date my coworkers...or hook up with them."

"That's a good idea," Kiri replies, nodding in approval. "It often makes your job complicated. But it relieves the tension, don't you think?" He pauses, letting the pitter-patter of the rain fill the silence. ”Eases the stress?" he suggests, smirking at you.

Katsuki’s eyes find you. They are sharp and intense, glaring at your very soul. You find it hard to breathe and have to push away the ramen because your stomach is flipping too much. You need to get out of here now. So you stand, letting the blanket fall, and grab your jacket.

"You okay, cutie?" Kiri questions, sounding worried.

"The rain eased up," you huff. And it has––you can’t hear the harshness of it anymore. It is softer which means it’s easier to travel through now. ”And it's getting late. I-I think I should leave."

Kiri’s brows knit in confusion. ”Didn't you wanna call someone first?" he asks. "And why leave if you got lost before?"

"Don't feed into that bullshit she's spouting," Bakugou scoffs. "It's just a cover to hide how scared she is of us." You stand rigidly near the couch, your eyes flicking to the door across the way. Maybe you can run.

”Is that true, sweetie?" Kiri asks almost sweetly. "Are you afraid of us?" They both stare at you, waiting for your answer. Your heart thunders wildly in your chest, your blood pumping in your ears. You don’t know how to get out of this or what to say. "I…I…” Your brain is moving slow like it’s moving through sludge, your thoughts jumbled.

"'Cause you should," Kiri finishes, his tone dark and low. "You should be very afraid. But we won't hurt you...unless you want us to."

He stands up from his chair, making your fight or flight kick in. Both men stand before you now, not touching you but also giving you the feeling that they could stop you at any point from leaving. You can’t escape now. Their predatory gazes stop you from moving entirely.

"Why leave when you know you're curious?" Katsuki asks, raising his pierced eyebrow. "Or should I say horny?" You blink at him, confused and taken aback. ”W-What?” you squeak.

"Don't play the fuckin' fool, girl," he growls. "Why else did you come up in our home when you don't even know us? And don't say it was because of our hospitality or for our wifi."

Now, you begin creeping towards the door. Their eyes follow you, but then don’t stop you. ”I don't know what you mean," you whimper fearfully. "Please, I just wanna leave." You slam your back against the door and try the knob, but it doesn’t budge. Locked. You’re completely trapped.

Katsuki and Kiri stand side by side now, watching you, eating you up with their eyes. ”We don't want you to leave," Kiri softly growls, but his voice doesn't sound human. It is deep and growly as if he is an animal. He blinks and his eyes turn from a sharp red to an eery, golden iris. Katsuki’s eyes do the same, shifting from human to not at all.

You try the knob again, now panicking. Even though you know it’s locked, you try again and again, pathetically so. But you don't take your eyes off of the two men in front of you…and you wish you did. You really wish you never witnessed what you are right now.

Instantly, the two men grow taller and bigger, their muscles widening and growing thicker. Their teeth grow sharp like pointed fangs and their nails turn into claws that protrude from fine-haired, paw-like fingers and toes. The hair on their heads grows wild and untamed, just as their eyes do as they rake them over your body. Fluffy ears and tails protrude from their heads and backsides, indicating that they are, indeed, not human.

As their bodies grow and their muscles swell, their clothes rip to shreds and fall from their bodies, leaving them completely naked. Your eyes instantly fall to their shafts swinging between their thighs, your mouth falling open. They are huge. Thick. Long. You know they would reach your stomach if they got inside you. You can already feel the lockjaw. you’ve never been so scared of dick before.

Katsuki smirks down at you. ”You scared now, baby?" he asks in a low growl.

You press yourself against the door, your heart hammering and breath coming out in panicked huffs. "What the fuck are you two?” you whisper.

"Two men who are gonna give you what you really want," Katsuki replies. "And you're gonna give us what we want too." They then crouch down and begin to creep toward you on all fours, their eyes still on you. Tears begin to prick at your eyes as you grapple with the doorknob, begging someone, anyone, to save you. ”Please,” you whisper.

That is all you can say as they creep closer and closer to you. Katsuki takes one side while Kiri takes the other, both standing up and towering of you. "You’re too deep in the forest now, baby," Kiri whispers, a smirk on his face. "Wouldn’t be wise to wander around in the dark by yourself at this hour anyway. Too many predators.”

One of his huge, clawed hands brushes a hair out of your face. You flinch away from him.

"It’s better to just stay with us. You can kill two birds with one stone: stay here for our protection and take responsibility for your slutty little actions.” He says it so sweetly that you almost miss the last part.

“What?” you squeak. ”I-I’m not a–"

"The fuck you aren't," Katsuki snarls. He pokes at your cat ears, nearly knocking them off of your head. He then moves closer to you, moving so close that you can feel the heat radiating off of his big body. “Comin’ in here dressed like that...smelling so fuckin' good...you're practically handing yourself over to us on a silver platter."

"Mmm, I like that," Kiri hums, tweaking your cat ears as he presses into you from behind. "I like my toys eager. Vulnerable. And so, so easy to please." You are now sandwiched between the two werewolves, trapped. You can feel yourself shivering and trembling between them, your purse still in your hands.

Katsuki presses his nose into your hair and inhales deeply, a deep growl vibrating through his chest. ”God, I just wanna rip off her clothes and pound her right here," he growls. You nearly gasp at his vulgar words. ”Patience, ‘Suki,” Kiri says. “We have to ease her into it." His hand comes across your neck to turn your head towards him. ”Your lips are trembling, baby," he coos. "I know how to ease those nerves."

Then his lips are on yours, giving you a slow yet hungry kiss that takes the air right out of your lungs. He played with you during, pulling away to lick and lightly nibble at your bottom lip with his pointed canines, relishing the tiny gasps you let out with every new sensation. He then pulls away, lightly pulling at your bottom lip until it pops back into place. ”How was that?” he asks, his voice husky and lustful. “Exactly what you needed?"

You don’t want to admit it, but it is. That kiss was hot, passionate, and lustful. It gave you butterflies and made your pussy wet. You can feel yourself gushing now despite your situation and you feel like a disgusting, nasty little whore for even feeling like this. Katsuki lets out a deep, rumbling growl from in front of you, his hands sliding up your thick hips. "Fuck, I can’t take this waiting game anymore," he impatiently growls. "Keep teasing her while I get these clothes off of her. I need to see her without this fuckin’ thing.”

Kiri chuckles as he begins to kiss and suckle on your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake. "Doesn’t look like you need to do much, Kats. Just tear off that dress and we’ll get right to the main course." His eyes rake over your body and your little black dress, his hands sneaking under to toy with your thick thighs. ”Mmm, such a naughty outfit. She definitely came here for a reason.” He smirks at you, his gaze hooded and devious. "Let us give it to you then."

"No, wait!" you protest.

But it’s too late. Katsuki is already tearing the little black piece of fabric off of your body, revealing all of you to him and Kiri––your pudgy stomach; your jiggly thighs and thick ass ridden in stretch marks and cellulite; your juicy breasts held up by your laced push-up bra. Both werewolves stare at you like you’re a full course meal, practically salivating at the mouth at the sight of you. "Aww, that little yelp was so cute!” Kiri giggles, his hands still wandering among your thighs and backside. “Was that your favorite dress, sweetheart?"

Katsuki could give less of a shit as he kneels before you. ”She shouldn’t have worn it then. I hope you hate these stockings you’re wearing ‘cause they’re goin’ too." He then shreds your nylon stockings to pieces while Kiri’s fingers curl below between your thighs. “And these little panties. Doesn’t look like you’ll need ‘em anymore."

Before you can take a breath, one clawed finger cut at both straps of your panties. Katsuki does the same to your bra, cutting the straps off your shoulders so they fall off of your breasts. Each piece of undergarments fall off of you, leaving your breasts and pussy exposed. You whimper in protest, moving to cover yourself, but Katsuki slaps your hands away. “No,” he sternly says. “Don’t you dare hide yourself from us.”

“You’re absolutely gorgeous, baby,” Kiri sighs, nuzzling his nose into your neck. “So fuckin’ sexy.” Katsuki’s mouth attaches to your nipples, sucking hungrily on the hardened peaks as his hands grope and mold your breasts. You instinctively your head back, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensations. Here you are, standing naked in your heels in front of two total strangers who may or may not eat you or let you leave.

‘How the fuck did this happen?’ you think.

This is all you can think when the wolves stop their ministrations and push you down on the couch. They stand over you, each muscle and vein of their thick cocks glinting in the moonlight that has appeared through the window. The rain has stopped. "Bend over the couch," Katsuki demands. "We wanna taste how wet you are, and don't try to play like you're not."

Though you’re trembling, you do as he says and bend over the couch, presenting your ass to the strange men. You hear them growl and groan in arousal at the sight of you. "Oooh, you're right, 'Suki," Kiri cackles. "She is wet for us." You then feel his fangs drag across your asscheeks, emitting squeaks and moans of pleasure from your mouth. "And so responsive from these ass bites," he giggles. "Don't fret, cutie. We'll take good care of this poor pussy."

He bends down with Katsuki following suit, hypnotized by your sobbing, wet, brown cunt. He takes a finger and lightly glides it against your labia that hangs. You twitch pathetically at his touch, your toes curling. "Wanna share this kitty with me?" Kiri teasingly asks.

”As long as I get to taste her, I could give less of a fuck,” Katsuki huffs.

Then their mouths, tongues, and soft lips are on your pussy, slurping and sucking up everything you give them. As soon as their mouths touch you, your mouth falls open into an O and your eyes flutter shut. Their tongues slide through your walls to slurp at your pussy and their lips suckle gentle on your clit, sending shivers and shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

“Shit,” you moan, gripping the back of the couch for dear life. You’ve never had someone eat your pussy so well before. Let alone two men! …Or two not-entirely-human men. They don’t just stay in one place either. They switch places, alternating between your pussy and your asshole. When Katsuki is busy tongue fucking your pussy and sucking on your clit, Kiri places his tongue all over your asshole, nipping and biting at your cheeks before dipping his tongue back between them. "You taste so good, kitty," he sighs. "We could eat you up."

Katsuki growls in agreement, placing his hands on your hips as he devours your cunt. You can hardly speak. All that exits your mouth are moans, whines, and cries of pleasure that seem to explode out of you. The more their mouths move and their moans vibrate against your clit, the farther you’re taken to your orgasm. Soon, that knot in your core is tightening, threatening to snap, and your moans grow louder and more shrill. "Fuck!" you scream. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm about to cum!”

Kiri repeatedly moans “uh-huh” into your pussy now, taking Katsuki’s spot while his blonde partner devours your ass. ”Fuckin’ do it," Katsuki growls. "Cum all over us, you little slut." Then you feel two fingers flicking at your clit and this is all it takes for you to finally explode all over the men devouring your pussy.

When you cum, you cum hard. Actually, you damn well squirt all over the wolves’ faces as a chorus of moans and whimpers leave your mouth. You’re seeing stars and your head is clouded as you cum, your hands gripping the couch. Katsuki and Kiri excitedly and delightedly take what you give them, hungrily growling as they slurp up all of your squirt that drips down your asscrack and pussy. They clean you up until you’re twitching and sensitive, whimpering at the feeling of physical contact against your clit.

Finally, they stop and let you breathe. You are sweaty, tired, and drained. And yet so, so satisfied. You’ve never cum so hard before. You tiredly turn your head up to the two men standing behind you, noticing them licking your juices off of their lips and fingers as if they can’t get enough of you. Katsuki then turns to you, his hand wrapped around his thick cock dripping pre for you. "You're not done yet, little slut," he huskily says. "Open your mouth for us. Wide.”

Kiri stands beside him, also lazily fisting his cock with its angry-red tip dripping pre-cum for you. You don’t move from the couch and they don’t force you to. You’re too weak from your intense orgasm to do much except shift onto your knees on the couch and open your mouth as Katsuki demands. Kiri goes first, first tapping his head lightly on your tongue before sliding balls deep into your mouth. You try to accommodate to his size by stretching your jaw and breathing through your nose, but it’s hard at first. He’s just so big and thick!

The redhead is less than quiet or subtle about how good your mouth feels as he begins to slowly fuck your throat. Lewd gagging and squelching noises escape your mouth as he does so, drool beginning to drip from your mouth. As he does, Katsuki fucks one of your hands, tiny grunts and groans leaving his lips as he watches you swallow Kiri’s cock. “That’s it, little kitty,” Kiri groans. “Open that throat for us. You’re such a good girl takin’ two big cocks at once.”

A hand falls onto your scalp, stroking your hair.

Then it’s Katsuki’s turn. He isn’t as nice or slow as Kiri. He is rough; hard; downright feral. He fucks your face like it’s his own personal fuck toy, making you gag and choke all over his dick. You do so to the best of your ability, your makeup running and cat ears askew. You stare up at him as he does as he pleases, getting an eyeful of his pelvis and toned stomach. “Don’t use no teeth either, slut,” he grunts. “If you do, you can make sure you’ll be punished for it.”

Kiri chuckles as he fucks your free hand, holding onto your neck to give you support as Katsuki fucks your throat. “Have confidence in her, Kats. She’s been doin’ such a good job so far, fuuuuck…” His words turn into a moan and his eyes roll back as he continues to thrust into your hand like it’s your pussy.

And they switch. And switch again. And again. They use your throat and hands like you’re nothing more than a cock sleeve to them. They’re own little toy. They fondle your breasts and lean down to smack your ass. They touch, squeeze, and stroke every part of you as they fuck your throat until it’s raw and your eyes are watery. Mascara drips down your face and your lipstick smudges until it is practically gone, instead all over Katsuki and Kiri’s cocks.

Just as you feel like you can’t take much more, you feel a hand come behind your neck to grip your hair, pulling your head back to look into two golden irises. “You like this, don’t you?” Katsuki growls. “You like being used by us?” You slowly nod, still choking on cock. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, kitty cat. And stop suckin’ ‘cause I don’t want to cum down your throat.”

He slides out of your mouth with a groan, his cock now sobbing wet with your spit. “Mmm, same here,” Kiri moans, sliding his dick out of your fist. “Her throat feels so damn good, but I wanna feel how tight her other hole is.”

You gape at them, shook. They don’t seriously believe…but they can’t! You’re still too sensitive! And they’re just too big! You could barely fit them in your mouth! “W-Wait,” you stutter. “I don’t think–“

“Don’t be scared, cutie,” Kiri shushes you, pressing a finger to your lips. “We’ll prep you real good before we fuck you into the couch and you take our knots. Gotta make sure you’re soaked for us.”

And they do. You have to hand it to them: they know how to treat a pussy. They once again spread your legs wide and eat your pussy until you cum again all over them, their tongues slurping up everything you give them. They take turns, Kiri holding your legs open by your ankles while Katsuki tongue fucks you, and vice versa. When your pussy is finally nice and slick, and twitching for your second orgasm, the moment of truth has finally come.

Kiri goes first. He sits back on the couch, legs spread, and cock at attention for you. “Alright, baby girl,” he coos. He pats his lap, giving you a sexy, fanged smirk. “Come and sit right here. I’ll hold you up.” Though you’re nervous, you do as he says and position yourself above him. You place your hands securely on his shoulders and hover above his cock, biting your lip.

Slowly, you begin to come down, Kiri’s hands on your hips to give you all the support you need. “That’s it,” he encourages, his body trembling with need. “Come down slowly on this dick. No need to rush.” Behind you, Katsuki growls impatiently, wet sounds filling your ears from him stroking his cock for you. “Ignore him,” Kiri whispers. “He’ll just have to wait.”

You listen to him, not wanting to rush and hurt yourself. You take things as slowly as you can and breathe as you come down onto Kiri’s knotted cock. You both react immediately, him to the pleasure and you to the stretch. And fuck, is it a stretch! Kiri sounds the inches you take, face red and eyes clouded from the pleasure. “One,” he softly grunts. “Two…t-three…four…”

He grips your hips tight as you slowly come down, your body shaking and gasps leaving your lips. “Almost there, cutie,” he coos. “Don't give up now. You’re being such a good slut for me and Katsuki.” He reaches down and rubs your clit for you, helping you become wetter to take his cock all the way. Though it helps, he still feels too big; too thick; too much. You’ve never felt so full. “F-Fuck!” you whine. “Too much! It’s too…much!”

Even when you finally sit down onto his cock, it still feels like it’s too much. Before you realize it, you’ve taken the full twelve inches of his dick. “I told you you could do it,” he breathlessly chuckles. His hand comes down onto your asscheek, smacking it. “Now fuck this cock for me. Give Katsuki something to look at.”

You start off slow, grinding your hips into him and rocking your clit against his pelvis. Then you begin to bounce once you’ve found your rhythm, causing your titties to bounce in his face and your ass to jiggle against his lap. The only coherent words that leave your lips are swears and of Kiri’s name as you bounce on his cock. You’ve never felt anything like this before. This feeling only becomes more intense when Kiri lifts you up by your ass and lifts his pelvis to fuck you from underneath you.

His thrusts are slow but deliberate and intense, nailing your G-spot again and again. You wrap your arms around him tight and moan into his ear, unable to hold onto your sanity anymore. You then feel Katsuki push and grind his cock up against your ass for some relief, slowly becoming crazy with the thought of feeling you wrapped around him too. “C’mon, shitty hair,” he groans impatiently. “Fuck her faster. I’m tired of waiting to fill that hole too.”

Kiri chuckles at his partner as he continues to fuck you jackhammer style. “Patience–fuck–, man,” he huffs. “She’s really–fuck, baby–loving this. Aren’t you, kitty?” He turns to you and presses an openmouthed kiss to your lips, his tongue swirling with yours. When he pulls away, a string of saliva connects to your bottom lips, making you even wetter.

Eventually, he does begin to fuck you harder, holding your wrists together behind your back with one hand while his other palms at your ass. Wet sounds of his cock plunging in and out of your sobbing, wet pussy fill the air along with the sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans, huffs, and whines of pleasure. Before you can even realize it, your third orgasm of the night is arriving like a train in the night, headed all full speed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you scream. “Oh, my God, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!”

“Do it then,” Kiri grunts, still pounding into you like it’s the last time he’ll be able to do so. “Do it and take all of my cum, kitty cat. Deep, deep, inside you…” And then he finally does so, spraying your insides with his cum while you cream all over his cock, dripping down his balls. He cums with a mixture of growls and moans while you let out a loud, high whine that rips from your chest. He holds you down onto him, making you take his knot and all of his cum until he is finally drained of every ounce of it. “So much,” he sighs. “And you took all of it. Such a good girl.”

He presses a kiss to your lips before lifting you off of him. His knotted cock is shining with your juices while your pussy leaks with his cum, so much so that it drips down your thighs. You are exhausted and winded, your body heaving and twitching from the roughness of his fucking.

“My turn,” Katsuki grunts, already grabbing you and positioning you into all fours. You squeak, looking back at him in a panic. He rolls his eyes at you. “Relax, I’ll go slow first. I’m a werewolf, not a barbarian.”

Before you can say anything more, he is sliding balls deep into your sensitive, sore, cum-filled pussy with all of the intention of making it even more sore and filling you up again. He begins to fuck you then, one hand dripping your breast while the other rests on your hip. Your mouth falls open as his pelvis bounces against your ass, his balls swinging against your clit. “Oh, my God,” you whine tearfully. “P-Please…t-too much! I’m s-so…so…”

“Sensitive?” Katsuki cackles, licking his lips at how cute you are. Such an adorable, plump little slut getting fucked silly on his cock. “I know. That will make this even better. I can’t wait to make this pussy cum again.” He then goes a little faster, building up speed and enjoying the way your plump ass bounces and jiggles against his pelvis. “Can’t wait to feel you cream all over this knot, just the way a slut like you should.”

And then he goes even faster. Harder. The man is practically railing you as he fucks you into the couch in front of Kiri. You lose the last bit of self control and sanity you have at this point, succumbing to the life of a cum slut for the werewolves. You’ve never been fucked so hard in your life. “Oh, my God!” you scream. “Oh, my God!” And at some point, you think you really see him.

Kiri stands on his knees in front of you now, his semi-hard knot in your face. “You’re so loud, baby,” he chuckles. “Guess we need to plug up this hole too.” As your wobbly lips open, he plunges his cock into your mouth and begins to slide it against your tongue. “That’s it, take these cocks, kitty cat,” he grunts in time with Katsuki’s thrusts. “You’re doing such a good job being our little cum sleeve. Our little cockslut.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” Katsuki growls, gripping your hips so hard that he may leave bruises along your skin. “If you’re gonna say shit like that then you’d better such that mouth for something else too.” Kiri smirks over at the blonde, lust in his eyes. “Well, since you’re suggesting…”

Their moans silence for a moment, muffled by their wet-sounding, passionate kissing as they fuck your holes from both sides. This only makes you wetter and brings you closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. You know that after this, you can’t do another round. Tears of desperation prick your eyes as you begin to bounce yourself back onto Katsuki’s cock, needing to cum. “I’m gonna cum!” you whine around Kiri’s cock. “I’m gonna cum again! Please, please make me cum!”

“Then admit it,” Katsuki growls.

You look back at him and blink wildly, confused. “What?”

“Admit that you love being yours. That you love being a cum slut for us.” His hand comes around your throat to squeeze, his eyes flashing. “Say it!” he demands, his voice coming out in a low growl.

“I love it!” you desperately shout. “I love being a cum slut for you! Please, please, please make me cum and fill me up! I need you, daddies!”

Katsuki and Kiri each share a look. A look that is possessive and wanton. A look that says, “Yeah…she’s definitely ours now.” “Those were the magic words, kitty cat,” Kiri coos, lifting your chin to peck your lips. “Now cum for us.”

Katsuki begins to pound your pussy into the couch, ramming you so hard that your orgasm slams into you before your brain can process it. “Gonna cum, little kitty,” he growls. “Gonna fill you up! Fucking take it!” And you do. You have no choice. His orgasm is explosive and he cums with a growl-like roar, his cum filling you up as you cream all over his knot. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and a sob leaves your lips, all energy pulled from your body instantly.

“Goood giiiirl,” Kiri coos, stroking your hair. “You took another load of cum just like that! Such a good fucking kitty!” He is so proud of you watching you shiver and shake all over Katsuki’s cock. Katsuki slowly pulls out, giving them both a look at the mixture of his and Kiri’s cum dripping out of your twitching pussy lips that they have fucked red. “Look at all of that,” Katsuki huffs, rolling his eyes. “Now we’ll have to clean the couch off.”

Once he pulls out, you feel empty. And so, so tired. You can’t stop yourself from falling face first into the couch between them, feeling like you just ran a marathon around the world.

“We’ll do that later,” Kiri sternly replies. His voice sounds muffled like he’s speaking underwater. “First we have to worry about our little kitty here.” You feel his breath fan your face and his hand gently caressing your cheek. “Y/N?” he whispers. “Can you hear us, baby?”

You don’t know. You don’t know anything anymore. They fucked all logic out of you. All you want now is sleep. You want your bed. “Home,” you mumble. “Sleepy…Wanna…go home…” Kiri shushes you gently, stroking your hair away from your sweaty brow. “We’ll take you home, sugar,” he hushes you. “But let’s get you cleaned up first.”

You then feel Katsuki scooping you up off of the couch, cradling you against his broad, toned chest. Some time later, you then feel warm water surrounding you from above and the wolves pressed against you as they wash your body. The scent of warm vanilla fills your nose and your fingers touch muscles as you lean against the wolves’ big bodies.

Next, you feel Kiri’s arms around you this time as he carries you out of the shower and then soft bedsheets. You open your eyes slightly, barely slits, to see the men standing at the foot of the bed. Then suddenly, they change. Now they are full on furry, four-legged wolves, glowing eyes blinking at you in the dark bedroom. You don’t react at first, but when they start to surround the bed, you begin to whimper in fear.

Kiri shushes you as he climbs into the bed next to you, gently licking your hand. His tongue is rough and long. He then lays on his side beside you, his furry tale curling around your foot while Katsuki takes a seat at your feet, laying on his stomach and staring at you. Kiri presses his nose to your ear, his hot breath fanning in your face as sleep comes closer and closer to eating away at the darkness behind your lids. “Rest, baby,” he whispers. “It’s okay, Y/N.”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N!”

You startle awake at the sound of your name being yelled. You have no idea where you are at first as you look around the room. Though it looks familiar, you can’t place it. Your mind is too muddled to do so.

What you realize first is that you’re in your bed. You can tell by how soft the duvet is. When your eyes finally register, you look around the bedroom and realize that you’re in your room. Your apartment. But…how? You look down at yourself, finding yourself in your costume from last night, your shoes off. “What the fuck?” you whisper. How did you get here? When did you get here?

Several loud knocks come from outside your door, making your heart leap. “Y/N, open the door!” Mina yells like a madwoman from outside. You scramble to get out of bed, hissing slightly at the soreness of your muscles. “H-Hang on,” you call out. “I’m coming!”

You hurry to your front door without first checking out your appearance, examining the living room as you do. Nothing is out of place. The windows aren’t open nor shattered like someone broke in. It is as you left it last night before heading to Denki’s party.

Ignoring the roiling in your gut, yu fling open the door to find Mina looking very worried. “God, there you are!” she gasps. She throws herself at you, wrapping her arms around you. “I’ve been calling you since last night! You never got in your Uber last night, so I called the front desk to your apartment and the clerk said he never saw you come in!”

You blink dumbly at her, letting the information process in your foggy mind. So you never came home last night. So last night did happen! ‘Did it?’ you find yourself thinking. Even now, you can’t quite remember. “How did you…get here?” you ask Mina, your brain still sluggish and confused.

Mina stares at you, dumbfounded. “What?” she scoffs. “I drove here. I spent the night at Denki’s and sobered up after he convinced me to stay and wait for you to call. We were all freaking out, looking for you! Where the hell have you been?”

“I…” You want to tell her you don’t know. You also want to tell her that you think you saw something last night. Or rather, somethings. Creatures. But you just can’t get to that part. You remember getting lost in the woods and getting caught in the rain, but…then what? What happened after that? Did you ever find the road? Did you walk home? No, impossible. You would’ve never done that.

You know something happened, but you can’t remember what. It’s like an inch you can’t scratch. A puzzle piece you can’t find the space for. When you close your eyes, you see flashes of fangs and glowing eyes, startling you.

You decide to keep it to yourself and hug Mina. “I guess I just crashed last night,” you nimbly reply. “I’m so sorry, Mina. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Mina hugs you back tightly, giving you a sense of reality. “Just as long as you’re safe,” she sighs.

You close your eyes again and see two smiles with glinting, sharpened teeth. “Yeah,” you say, not truly believing it. “I’m safe now.”

THE END.

#bnha smut #smutty smut #black fanfic writer #my works #my fic shit #kiribaku x reader #kirishima x black!reader #katsuki bakugou x black!reader #werewolves #poly smut #happy halloweeeeeeen #my one shots #black reader #plus sized reader #tw monsterfucking #monster kink

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bun-parade · 8 months

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There was this bnha smut fic here on Tumblr with a Black fem reader and all the 1A characters were Black and had Black coded names (except Sero who was Puerto Rican and the group plug) and it was so GOOD and so unapologetically BLACK I loved it but I can't remember who wrote it 😭😭😭

I think it was Kirishima x Reader? Or maybe Bakugou? Basically reader is one of 1A's cousins and she comes into town and sweeps Kiri (or Baku) off his feet. I think she was a nail tech? If anyone knows what I'm talking about please tell me 😭

#bnha x black!reader #mha x black reader #kirishima x black!reader #bnha smut #help me find this #buntalk #bakugou x black reader

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adoringmha · 9 months

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love island!kirishima who has his eyes set on you from the beginning, but he’s so nice to everyone you can’t tell if he really likes you or not, and seeing him being all smiley with everyone (which looks like flirting to you but is just him being him) has you feeling unnaturally jealous far too soon.

#i just started watching love island again can you tell #kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima x black!reader #kirishima fluff

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cosmiles · 9 months

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𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

➢ the story of how kirishima falls in love with you

note: this is actually the fic that inspired me to come back and write again. it was dated feb 2021 but i don't remember ever posting it lol. it seemed fitting as my first fic back. i hope you enjoy <33

characters: kirishima

content: fluff, slight angst, mutual pinning, insecurities, 2nd-year kirishima and friends :p

words: 2.6k

Being in love is like being on cloud nine. Your heart swells with love and it feels like nothing could bring you down to Earth. Except for maybe the cold, dark feeling of rejection. Where it feels like an arrow has been shot through your heart and you come crashing to the ground. Wheezing for air, while the person of your affection rips your heart into a billion little pieces.

And Eijirou Kirishima would 100 percent wholeheartedly agree with that statement. As most people do, he’s had his fair share of crushes and rejections. Six to be exact. Yet, Kirishima never knew where he went wrong. He followed the same plan every time. Once he knew he had a crush, Eijirou would try to become close with them and then confess after he built up his courage. But each time, he was met with rejection after rejection.

Each time Kirishima would bounce back, but after a while, it just hurt too much. It didn't help that he was rejected six times before he even went to high school, but each person was rude in their response. Rejection is bad enough, but to rub dirt into the new wound was uncalled for and downright “unmanly.”

And those rejections certainly didn’t help Eijirou's insecurities. But even with his new makeover before high school, the insecurities were still very present. No matter how hard Kirishima tried to push them down, they still seem to float back up in his head. Especially when you were around.

You, the one with the smile that lifted everyone’s moods. You, the one with slicked-back edges that always stayed in place in a different hairstyle every 2 weeks. You, the one that helped everyone without a complaint. You, the one that stayed stuntin' even in a school uniform. You, the one that had everyone listening when you talked. You, the one that made Kirishima’s brain decide to clock out.

To be completely honest, Kirishima never thought he would crush on you. Not because you weren't good-looking, which you were, and exactly his type. But, because he assumed he would always see you as a friend. You both had major chemistry from the beginning, constantly acting like you knew each other for years instead of just meeting. This, of course, led to the both of you becoming instant friends.

He didn't even have an ounce of romantic feelings till the day they moved into the dorms. As Kirishima showed off his room, both you and Uraraka lit up with excitement. But he wasn’t worried about her. He was stuck on all the compliments you were giving on his room.

“Oh, Eiji! Your room is perfect! It matches your vibe perfectly!” You said as you peered around his room. Everyone, minus Uraraka, was completely unfazed and moved to the next room. He went to follow, yet you were still peering around his room with amazement in your eyes.

“You coming y/n?” He asked, watching you turn away from the books on his shelf.

“Yeah, sorry! I just really like how much your room represents you! It's so cool!” You stated while you both tried to catch up with the others.

‘It would be better if you were in it.’ He thought with a smile before his brain did a double-take. What did he just say? Or rather think?

That was the day the seed was planted and the thought of you was embedded in his brain.

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At first, Kirishima swore it was a phase. Doesn’t everyone think about dating their friend at least once? Then one night, he thought about what it would be like to hold you while he slept. Would you let him be big spoon or prefer him to be little? He found out two things that night: one, that he had fallen for you hard, and two, how hard it was to sleep without you.

After that revelation, he’s never been the same around you. Before, Eijirou had no problem talking with you. But now, it just seemed like every time he tried to talk to you or vice versa, his heart thought it was the perfect time to run a marathon. He would start the conversation fine, but by the end, he regretted every sentence he said. 'Was that compliment too far? Did you think his joke was stupid? You laughed, but was it out of pity?'

It was a very bittersweet crush. Of course, Kirishima loved being around you and making you smile, but he hated when you walked away and his insecurities took over. It also didn’t help that he wasn't the only one that wanted to get with you. His self-doubting thoughts would constantly remind Eijirou about how much better his “competition” was and that you would probably choose them over him anyways. With his luck, it wasn’t likely that anyone he liked would like him back, especially someone as gorgeous as you. So, the safe bet was to just stay friends and wait for his feelings to hopefully die out.

Fortunately, his friends were having none of that. They first found out about his crush a month into it. Of course, Sero and Denki clowned him for it while Mina was acting like a little kid in a candy store. Bakugo pretended like he could care less, assuming this “little crush” would blow over. He gave Kirishima another two weeks, maybe a month. But, a month turned into two, then three, and suddenly, they were halfway through their second year. And Eijirou was still a lovesick puppy.

At this point, they were all irritated that he still didn’t make a move. It wasn’t funny to Sero and Denki anymore and Mina had been ready for Kirishima to make the next step. But, seeing as nothing had changed from the time they found out, they decided to take matters into their own hands. So, on one of the days that Eijirou was at his internship, his friends forced themselves into Bakugo’s room to brainstorm.

Every idea was shot down by Bakugo for being too elaborate or likely to fail. After two hours of brainstorming with no ideas, Bakugo finally put his two cents into the conversation. He suggested that they should just give him a “little push” by talking to him. It seemed like a simple plan so they all agreed. And that’s how Kirishima found himself tapped to a chair, later that night.

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It was like an interrogation scene in a cliche cop movie. Eijirou was surrounded by his friends who were all dressed in black with sunglasses (yes even Bakugo; Mina made them do it).

“So, um what is this?” Kirishima asked, receiving blank stares and a lamp shoved in his face as a response.

“This is an intervention!” Mina replied.

“An intervention? Uh, what did I do?” He questioned. His brain started scanning through everything he had ever done.

“Take a wild guess, idiot,” Bakugo growled, as he ripped off his sunglasses.

“Is this because I borrowed one of your tubs of eco gel? I ran out of mine and yours smelled so good.” He asked Mina.

“Wait what? No-” Mina started before getting interrupted by Kirishima.

“Um, is this because I helped Sero tape all of Bakugo’s drumsticks to the ceiling? Or because I helped Denki and you-” He rambled before Mina cut him off.

“Ok, ok, ok. Stop snitching on us and yourself.” She glanced over to Bakugo who was barely being held back by Denki. “This is about you and y/n.”

Kirishima’s heart started sprinting after hearing your name. They already knew how he felt so what more did they want?

“Wh-what about y/n?” He asked.

“Bro, we’re almost third years yet you still haven’t made a move,” Sero replied as he ran to the other side of the room to avoid Bakugo's wrath.

“Yeah, not gonna lie it's kinda embarrassing and hard to watch,” Denki added.

“He’s right but that’s beside the point. I mean it's not that hard, all you have to do is just tell them.” Mina stated, clearly starting to get irritated.

“It's not that simple though. There are so many things that could go wrong. For one, I could lose our friendship. Or I might-” Kirishima started before being interrupted by Sero.

“Wow, it's been a while since I’ve seen you whine like this.”

“I’m not whining! I’m just stating facts! Jeez, let me speak out loud.” Kirishima yelled.

“If it makes you feel better, a couple of people in general studies were thinking about asking them out soon,” Denki added, earning a glare from everyone.

“I- how does that make me feel better?” Kirishima asked.

“Well, you see..good point,” Denki replied.

“You guys aren't helping whatsoever!” Mina groaned. “You know what! Everybody out! Right now!”

“Tch, I didn’t even say anything. Besides this is my room.” Bakugo mumbled.

“Jeez, Bakugo if you didn’t want them to find your stash of All Might merch that’s all you had to say,” Denki stated, before walking out of the room.

“Run that back?” Bakugo asked, his eye twitching violently.

“He probably got more than Midoriya,” Sero sneered as he followed after Denki.

“Racoon eyes, try not to trash my room. These two idiots need to relearn their lesson.” Bakugo states, the little pops of his explosions sounding around the room. He flies out of his room, slamming the door shut in the process.

“That’s not my name and you know it!” Mina yells as she ignores the faint explosions and screams. “Look, Kiri. Ignore them, but seriously when are you going to tell y/n you like them?”

“I-” Eijirou started before Mina interrupted him.

“Do I have to lock you in the closet? Cause I will if I have to!”

“What no! I just-”

“You just what? I honestly don’t get what’s stopping you, Kiri. I mean none of us can see into the future so who knows what could happen? This decision could change your life for the better! I just don’t want you to regret this.” Mina stated.

Kirishima thought this over, weighing the pros and cons of the situation. Mina was right. He did say he wanted to live life to the fullest without regrets. So what was stopping him? Rejection. Getting hurt again. Losing one of his best friends. The fear of not being able to recover from this. But he couldn’t let that hold him back. Not after all he’s worked for. Not after how far he’s come. He was Red Riot. Unbreakable.

“I’ll do it.” He replied.

“You sure? Because I have three other pages of ideas.” Mina joked.

“Yeah, this has been going on for far too long,” Eijirou answered. “But, um, can you take this tape off now?”

“After you replace my eco gel. Don't think I forgot about that!”

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It was two more weeks before Kirishima made his move. Two long weeks where he was ready to confess and backed out. Honestly, his friends all thought they were going to have another “intervention”. And as Kirishima was yet again preparing to back out and try again next week, he overheard someone from general studies talking about asking you out soon. Eijirou was running out of time.

During lunch, you agreed to meet him behind the school after classes let out. His friends saw and knew exactly what was about to happen. For the rest of lunch, they hyped him up and built up his confidence. Kirishima felt like nothing could bring him down. He was unstoppable, unbreakable.

Yet when the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day, his insecurities started bubbling in his stomach. All of that confidence from lunch was still there but quickly fleeing. But Eijirou couldn’t back out now. He was right at the finish line.

‘No regrets. No regrets.’ He repeated to himself as he sped-walk to behind the school. And as soon as he got a glimpse of your hair, his nerves went into overdrive. He could do this. He couldn’t do this. He could do this. He couldn’t do this. He could do this.

“Hey, Eiji!” You said, with your signature smile. Well, there goes his heart.

“Hey- uh hi y/n. Were you waiting here long?” He replies. And there goes his brain.

“Nope, I had to help Tsuyu real quick. So, what did you have to tell me?” You asked. Oh no. Here it comes.

“I- well I wanted to tell you that I um...” Kirishima started. He couldn’t do this. This would ruin everything. All of his insecurities were bubbling up and crashing around in his head. It was like he was in middle school all over again. Palms sweaty. Throat closed. Everything crashing down. He can’t do this. He can’t do this. He can’t-

“Eiji? Is everything ok?” You ask, clearly confused about what was going on. He peered into your eyes. They were full of warmth, hope. He had to do this. So Kirishima bit the bullet and poured out his heart to you.

“I like you. A lot. And at first, I thought this was just a phase but it's not. This is too hard to fake and nothing could replace this feeling. And I get that you probably have a line of people trying to date you and I know I could never live up to that. But if we were together I would never lie, make you cry, or do something behind your back. I would be faithful and always stay through the good or bad, all day every day. Y/n, you’re the one for me and I want to be the one for you. If- if you’ll let me?”

It was done. Now to prepare for the rejection. But, it never came. You were silent. Your warm eyes were blown into shock. It looked like there were so many things you wanted to say, yet no sound came out. While it looked like you were having an existential crisis, Eijirou was having one of his own. His fight or flight was activated, but he knew he had to stay. Your response meant everything to him.

“Do you- did you mean that?” You questioned, eyes glassy.

“I- yeah. Every word.” He replied. He had come this far already; might as well go the whole mile.

“Well then, you’ve got my heart.” You answered.

Yup. He figured you would reject- Wait what?

“W-what?” Kiri questioned.

“I’ve liked you ever since we met, but I never felt brave enough to say a word.” You admitted.

That was unexpected. And now his heart is soaring. Apparently, the seventh time is the charm. He just wants to run all the way to America and back. Do backflips off a train. But he can’t, he has to, needs to, keep himself calm.

“Wow, I had no idea. And now I feel bad for waiting for so long to say something. Um, how about I take you out Saturday to make up for it?” Kirishima asked, rubbing his neck in hopes of calming down his nerves.

“So tomorrow?” You replied.

“Uh yeah! Is that ok?” He asked, slightly panicking.

“Of course! Just don't be late or bail on me!” You joked, your signature smile appearing again.

"I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Kirishima stated, his smile also appearing over the sincerity of his words.

This was everything that Eijirou had always longed for. Someone sharing the same strong feelings he had. It felt nice for a chance. He knew he had another situation to stress about (your date!), but that could be saved for later. Now, he just wanted to bask in this feeling. And despite being rejected so many times, it didn’t matter. He wanted to be with you, needed to be with you, and now he was.

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

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7inaa · 2 years

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thinking about how even though kiri wants to represent the pinnacle of “manliness”, but he holds so much feminine beauty, like he’s the type of pretty handsome. As in his eyes are slender and feline like and get wide with excitement often. Bordered with the longest and curliest black lashes, that kiss his cheek bones when he blinks and fling right back up against his brow bone. He has the most gorgeous, full and kind of pouty cherry lips, the same ones that kiss you good morning and goodnight everyday. Despite his staggering 6’4 and extremely burly frame, that doubles in size when he goes unbreakable, Eijirou is just so so pretty.

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a-wandering-fangirl · 1 year

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Moving In

Kirishima x GN Black Aroace Reader

WC: 836

Warnings: Reader has braids. Reader feels alterous attraction

Genre: Idek. Angst to fluff ig. It's sad but not really.

A/N: This one is for me. It's incredibly self indulgent and probably very ooc. Kirishima is ace IDC what anyone else says. Argue with the wall.

"It truly is love that makes us human." You scoff after hearing the sentence play from the TV.

"I swear to God if I hear that line one more time I'm gonna kill someone." The sounds of Kirishima's laughter filled the room. You had both been sitting in the living room. Kiri on the couch and you on the floor. You were both working on taking down your braids while watching a cheesy romcom.

"He stole your car to see another woman. Girl, why you even like this man? I promise you this ain't it." You were speaking desperately to a person who couldn't hear you, and even if she could you doubted that she'd even listen to your advice. The girl in question was absolutely enamored with the man on the screen for reasons unbeknownst to you. You always wondered why people fell in love like this. It was completely irrational and idiotic. Two people who just didn't work together trying to force love and yet somehow they both end up happily ever after. After all this time you were finally at peace with your identity. Nothing was wrong with you because you didn't want romantic love or sex. But there were days you wished that you could be in love. Nothing like the love stories that you saw on TV but something similar. You reach around for the scissors while mentally cursing yourself for missing the braid.

"Here." Kirishima says handing them to you. You thank him and he goes back to working on a braid.

"I'm glad you were able to come help me." You examine the braid in your hand ensuring that you wouldn't be cutting it too high. You almost never do but it never hurts to be careful. "It would've taken me all day to get done but with you here we're already halfway through."

Kirishima chuckles.

"Y'know if you keep calling me over like this I might as well just move in." You snip at your hair much harder than you originally intended, completely startled by his words. He had said it in a joking manner but you knew that there was some anticipation in his words. He wasn't entirely wrong either. You had both relied on one another more times than you could count. It would certainly make life easier if you both lived together. You sigh and set the scissors down next to you. His words made you anxious. Thoughts began to ramble on in your mind. Were you happy that he offered? Did you both even want the same things? Would he be able to understand? You couldn't lose him as a friend. But, there were days where you wished that you were both something more. Nothing too drastic. Just…

"What would that make us?" You ask, fearing his reply.

"Um." He paused while slowly untwisting a braid. "Well, what do you want us to be?" The uncertainty in his voice was obvious. Were the same thoughts going through his head? Did he wish that you were both something more? Would he be disappointed because you couldn't give him what he wanted? You turned down the volume on the TV. If only life were as simple as a movie. If only the love you wanted could be put into words.

"I don't know exactly." You sigh and turn to look at him. He let's go of the braid in his hand. "I don't think there's an exact word for what I want. But I know that I don't want a romantic relationship." Kiri looked down at his hands.

"Oh." The flamed hair boy looked distraught. You could always tell what he felt since he carried his heart on his sleeve. It made deep discussions like this easier because he could never hide what he felt. It was one of the things that you loved about him.

"But," You reached for his hands. "I do know that I love you." You smile. "And I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Not as best friends or as partners but just…" You stopped and looked down. You were used to rejection when it came to relationships. Especially after you came out. But when it came to Kiri everything felt right. You knew that he didn't feel sexual attraction either but you were still scared to

add a label on your relationship. Would he be satisfied with this? He grabbed your hands and intertwined them with his.

"I kinda get what you're saying." He flashed you his signature sharky smile. "I'd love to be your person. I can't see a future without you in my life." Just like that all the weight, anxiety, and fear that you felt went away. After all this time how could you think that Kirishima out of all people would reject you. You smile. If it's with him you knew that the two of you would be able to figure out what this love was together.

"Will you move in with me?"

#jay's attempt's at writing #kirishima x black!reader #kirishima x black reader #mha x black!reader #mha x ace reader #mha x black reader #mha x gender neutral reader #kirishima x reader #asexual!reader #aromantic!reader #kirishima #kirishima x y/n #{🖤🩶🤍💜}#{what is love}

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mypimpademia · 2 years

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— Golden Retriever

Kirishima x black!fem!reader (w they/them pronouns used)

TW: None

Note: came up w pretty much all of this while talking to @mistaas so some creds to them!

⇶ Eijiro Kirishima was the absolute epitome of a golden retriever boyfriend

⇶ Always happy to do anything you want to do, and at anytime

⇶ You wanna go shopping? Go and get dressed, and don't even think about grabbing your own card

⇶ You wanna get manipedis together? As long as he gets to pick your colors!

⇶ He's just so happy to do anything you want to do, especially when it's together

⇶ And, Eijiro is the perfect boyfriend if you're more the of high maintenance type

⇶ Always keeps up with when you get your hair done, and has money ready just for that

⇶ Pre schedules too, calls up the salon or person that does your hair 1-2 weeks before to book an appointment for whatever you need whether that's a retwist, braids, a wig install, etc.

⇶ He's probably better at reminding you than you are at reminding yourself

⇶ And he's always got a nice little date night planned for the both of you, and a good time is guaranteed no matter where you go

⇶ Eijiro also helps invest in your hobbies and passions

⇶ Art, fashion, hair, nails, makeup, you name it

⇶ And if it's needed, he's more than happy to be your model!

⇶ Eijiro is more than secure enough with his manliness to walk around with full beat, 3 inch nails, and a 32 inch jet black deep wave buss down

⇶ Matter fact, he enjoys doing such

⇶ It makes him feel good, and honestly he understands why so many people do it😭

⇶ Eijrio will even do his workouts with it on, and gets upset if he breaks a nail or anything, and whines to you about it

You heard the tread of heavy and familiar footsteps near your bedroom, before the door swung open with a light creak.

Eijiro walked in, sighing from exhaustion from his earlier workout.

"Hey baby, how was your work out?" You asked him, without turning to face him.

"It was good, but..." He responded trailing off at the end.

"But what?" You said, beginning to turn towards him.

"But I broke a nail, and my lace is lifting." Eijrio whined, as you finally got a good look at him.

Your tall, muscly, and almost intimidating looking boyfriend had on a 32 inch jet black lace wig that was lifting in some places, and 3 inch black glitter, red bottom, coffin shaped nails, with the left pinky nail missing.

You were at a loss for words, and ultimately broke out laughing.

"What's so funny?" He pouted.

"Baby, you didn't have to keep any of that on, I told you I was just testing out new methods." You chuckled.

"I know! But I felt pretty, I wanted to keep them on but I guess I cant..." Eijiro huffed.

"Aw baby, I'll do it again whenever I try something else out, okay? Let's get these off you."

⇶ Of course, this can't just work one way, Eijiro wants the same in return!

⇶ Spend some time with him doing what he likes too!

⇶ Play video games with him, it's okay if you don't know how, he'll teach you!

⇶ Help him re-dye his hair

⇶ And if you're comfortable, come to the gym with him!

⇶ You can do your workouts together and he can show you how to use different machines if you don't already know

⇶ Or, at least do home workouts with him or be nearby when he does them

⇶ He'll even let you sit on his back while he does push ups!

⇶ If you're scared of being too heavy, don't be. Because regardless he'll lift you onto his back like you're weightless and start his workout

"It'd take a boulder for me to break a sweat, you've got nothing to worry about babe!"

⇶ Eijiro is also 100% the type to have you hold his legs down while he does sit ups too

⇶ Not because he needs you to hold them down, but because he wants a kiss from you everytime he comes back up

⇶ He will make you his passenger princess

⇶ Eijiros got a habit of stopping by unexpectedly. It's not completely unexpected, he always calls and asks if you're home and if you are he tells you to get dressed then swings by to pick you up

⇶ Your dates are usually planned, so days like these are just for him to drive around and do errands while you sit pretty in his passenger seat with his hand on your thigh

⇶ Stops to get you food of course, and asks if you need anything while you're at the store

⇶ The day full of errands always turn into evenings of him asking you to spend the night, to which you happily oblige

⇶ You help him cook dinner and meal prep, then eat dessert while watching a movie or playing video games together

⇶ Always gets sleepy before you, but can't actually sleep without you, so you follow him to bed where you curl up together and he mumbles about how much he loves you before his words turn incoherent and into soft snores

⇶ Needless to say, a relationship with Eijiro will be the most fulfilling relationship you could ever ask for. Anything you need and want, just say the word. And all he asks for in return is the same energy

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katsukismelaninn · 2 years

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𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝟏𝟎 + 𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

༄ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :: "passionate kisses"

༄ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :: @jacuzziwaters

༄ 𝐚/𝐧 :: send me prompts!! this event seems pointless cuz i only have like 1 more prompt request after this. And yeah, this is short.

༄ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 & 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

One kiss led to two, two led to three and now here you are, kissing each other like it's the last day you'll see each other. Kirishima's hands found their way on your hips, squeezing it slightly and letting a low chuckly against your lips as he felt you squirm under his touch.

You tangled your hand in his red hair and the other one was around his neck and sighed into the kiss you just deepened. You could never get tired of the way his lips taste, the slightly pink plush lips after kisses like these or the way both of your lips just fit perfectly like puzzles.

He pulled away from the kiss, making you groan lighlty, which earned you a ruffle to your curls that sat on top of your head. "We were supposed to watch a movie, baby," Kirishima pointed out, but you only rolled your eyes playfully. "You started peppering my face in kisses beacause i'm wearing your shirt, Eijirou."

He smiled a little and placed his warm hand on your stomach under the thin fabric, which in fact is his shirt. Now yours, but he doesn't have to know that. "I have a good reason for that." He said, looking down at you laying on his chest. You hummed, as to say "go on, i'm listening".

He shuffled sliglty before answering, "The color of it compliments your beautiful skin tone and i like the way you look in my clothes. Hell you could even wear a trash bag and you would still look ethereal to me." You giggled at his last sentence and quickly placed a kiss on his red cheek.

"I love you a lot, Eijrou," you said as you drew random patterns on his chest. "And I love you a lot more than you know, cutie." He whispered and went to grab the remote to start the movie, but quickly stopped as he heard your soft even breaths.

I guess we can watch the movie another day, he thought and genty placed a kiss o your forehead.

#𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧 ღ #kirishima x black reader #eijiro kirishima x black reader #kirishima x black!reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima fluff #kirishima drabble

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rosieandthethorns · 4 months

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i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 11 months

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DRABBLE: SUNDRESS SEASON (MHA) (for Black!Fem!Readers) (18+)

Writer's Note: I had this idea after seeing so many hot girls in their sundresses this season (including me). Enjoy! -Jazz

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PRO!KIRI - Kirishima has always been a gentleman.

He respects every woman walking the earth and always keeps in mind that they are people, unlike some other men who treat the opposite sex like walking, talking sex toys. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to look. After all, he is a man.

And when sundress season comes, he is completely in his element. He thinks that every woman is beautiful in their own way, so to see them walking about in their cute little sundresses, enjoying the warm weather, fills him with joy just as it makes him hard. It’s hard not to pay attention to the legs, titties, and ass bouncing in those thin pieces of fabric.

So when he first saw you in yours, you’d better believe he was dumbfounded. It was one warm night at a rooftop party his longtime mentor Fatgum was throwing for his birthday. There was good music, good company, and, of course, all kinds of good food and delectable desserts. Kiri had just gotten off the dance floor to get himself another one of those fruity, tropical cocktails that Fatgum whipped up, not realizing that your hand was reaching for the same glass.

“O-oh, sorry!” you apologized. “I didn’t see you there.” But Kiri waved you off, laughing. “No, it’s fine! I wasn’t paying attention to…”

His words died in his throat when he finally got a good look at you. It was impossible not to eye you up and down. The bright yellow sundress you wore just hugged your body so right. The hem of it flowed elegantly down your gorgeous legs, stopping right at your knees and letting his mind run wild at the thought of your thighs underneath.

You paired the dress so well with your matching sandals that barely made you any taller than him and your hair piled up in braids at the top of your head. Your choice of hairdo seemed to accentuate your face, increasing your beauty even more. The spaghetti straps to your dress led his eyes toward your neck and collarbone right down to the curve of your breasts. He thought about sticking his face in them pulling the straps down so he could expose your pretty, brown nipples to him and–

“Uh…are you okay?” you asked, looking concerned. Kiri, realizing he was standing there for the past few seconds with his mouth open, quickly recovers by clearing his throat.

‘Just play it cool, Eijiro. Just play it cool.’ “Yeah!” he laughs a little too loudly. “Why do you ask?”

“You just seemed kinda hot,” you giggled but then realized the connotation behind your reply. Your pretty, brown eyes widened, horrified. “I-I meant warm,” you quickly correct yourself. “It’s kinda warm up here and you’re wearin’ that button-down, so…” You awkwardly trailed off, realizing you were rambling, and began fidgeting with the strap of your crossbody bag.

As if you couldn’t get any cuter to Kiri! He practically fell right there for you. He chortled at your awkwardness, unable to stop himself. He was so sure you’d be so stuck up with how fine you were. Did you know how fine you were?

“You should take that,” you said, nodding at the cocktail. “It’s good but I’ve already had about two.” But he shook his head. “Absolutely not! I’m not takin’ a drink from a pretty lady. That’d be totally unmanly of me.” You quirked a bashful smile at his compliment, making him want to bend you over the damn snack table and lift your dress up.

“It’s fine, really!” you laughed. “You got here first anyway.” But Kiri stood ten toes on his decision, even crossing his arms over his broad chest covered by the red fabric of his button-down. “I’m not takin’ no for an answer,” he said in a mockingly serious tone. “Take it, miss.”

“It’s Y/N,” you said with a gorgeous smile lighting up your face. “No formalities, please. You’ll make me feel weird.” Kiri felt his heart flutter at your personality. “Y/N, then. I’m Eijiro but my friends call me Kiri.” He stuck his hand out for yours and you shook on your introduction. Your hand was so soft and so much smaller than his, the hot pink nail polish adorning your nails making your skin and yellow dress pop.

“Well, it seems we’re at a crossroads here, Kiri,” you sighed, putting your hands on your hips. “We’ll be here arguin’ over this drink all night if neither one of us decides to take it.”

Standing with you under the tiki lights hanging above the snack table as the music shifted to a 90s jam that he adored, Kiri got the best idea he’s ever gotten in his life.

“Well, I’ve got an answer to that,” he hummed, taking the glass from the table. “We can share the drink but only if you agree to dance with me.” He was acting cool but really, the man was shitting bricks anticipating your answer.

However, the big, bright smile that grew on your pretty face gave him all the answers he needed. “I think I can agree to that,” you giggled. You took his hand in yours, making his heart thumb, and walked him over to the dance floor with the drink in tow.

You danced the whole night away with him, ending up pressed against him and giving him a raging hard-on, and with your number in his phone by the end of the night.

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PRO!BAKUGOU - Sundress season?

Da fuck was that? Katsuki had no idea and had no time to know because of his very busy schedule as a pro hero. Meetings; patrols; missions; filming photoshoots and commercials for brand deals, etc. He was a very busy man.

This also meant he had no time for dating. He didn’t see the need for it anyway. He had enough trouble caring for himself, so now he had to care for somebody else? Plus, constantly shuttling out money for dates, birthdays, and holidays in fear of losing that someone would become too much of a hassle. That’s why he always settled on hookups.

Bakugou loved himself a good hookup if not a one-night stand. No romance; no strings; no feelings attached. Just sex. It wasn’t hard for him to pick someone up from a bar or a club due to his status as a pro and celebrity.

Not to mention his looks. He barely had to flirt with a woman and they were ready to drop their panties for him. He’d admit, it stroked his ego heavily. And when he first laid eyes on you, he would admit that he had every intention of getting you in his bed.

He was in the club one hot Friday night. His friends had dragged him out for a night out dancing and drinking even though he wanted to stay home. “You always stay home unless it’s for business!” Mina had complained. “C’mon, ‘Suki! Have some fun with us!” And after being coaxed by his friends’ constant pleas and endless shots on Denki’s tab, he went.

After seeing you, he was glad he did. He sat at the bar with a whiskey smash when his eyes laid on you strutting into the place in the damnest sundress he’s ever seen. It was sleek and red, filling out your curves in the best possible way, making you look like a modern Jessica Rabbit. You were with your friends and immediately headed to the dance floor, laughing as you did. He watched as you moved to the music, his eyes drinking in the way your hips swayed and your ass bounced beneath the thin fabric of the dress.

Instantly, he felt himself getting hard at the sight of you, picturing himself hiking up that dress, bending you over his bed, and watching that ass bounce against his cock. He turned away from you to think of a way to approach you. The last thing he wanted was to interrupt your time with your crew and cause a fight.

But while he was thinking of a good way to catch you off guard, you had beaten him to it. You were suddenly sitting beside him and asking him, “Is this seat taken?” He nearly jumped out of his skin when he looked and saw you standing there up close, in the flesh. You looked so damn good! You smelled even better–like the sweetest candy.

Wordlessly, he nodded, afraid of fucking this up. You gave him a thankful smile and took a seat on the stool next to him. Your knee slightly brushed against his, sending his dick into a frenzy. Not to mention his heart.

‘What’s wrong with you?’ he thought. He never had a woman make him feel this weird. He couldn’t even speak to you. “Bartender!” you shouted, waving him down. “A fuzzy navel for me, please!”

After you ordered, there was a lull between you that was filled by the music blasting from above. Bakugou still felt nervous and didn’t know what to say to you. Your perfume and closeness were bothering him. ‘Just talk to her, idiot!’ he criticized himself. ‘You’ve spit game to plenty of girls before. What’s the difference here?’

He got his answer when you suddenly turned to him out of the blue and spoke. “So are you gonna say anything or just act like I’m not here?” you asked, a giggle in your voice. “I mean, you’ve been starin’ at me since I walked in.”

Confident. You were the definition of it.

He turned to stare at you, trying to hide his shock. “What?” he dumbly asked in his raspy voice.

You barely batted an eye at him as you cocked your head to the side. “You think I didn’t see you over here starin’ me down?” you giggled. “I thought you’d come over and talk to me but you never did. What? Am I not pretty enough for Dynamight?”

Though it was a joke, Bakugou took it very seriously and felt stupid for not approaching you sooner. Though your boldness leaves him dumbfounded, a woman as confident and sure of herself as you should never feel that you’re not the finest thing in here. But he didn’t get serious. He decided to play into your game.

“So you were watchin’ me watch you?” he asked, turning to fully face you. As he did, his thigh brushed against yours. “Why didn’t you come over first?”

He saw your smile fade a bit at being caught. Shy looked good on you too. “Guess I didn’t want you to see me as someone tryna hit,” you sheepishly chuckled, tapping your nails against the bar.

“So you don’t?” he asked, giving you a crooked smirk. He then saw a twinkle appear in your eye, bashful yet bold. “Maybe,” you replied with a passive shrug. “Maybe we could find out over a drink?” Your other hand glided down your lap to smoothen out your dress, brushing against Bakugou’s hand that was placed on his knee.

As his heart lept with glee, Bakugou smirked happily and nodded at the bartender. “Put her drink on me!” he hollered before his attention was on you for the rest of the night…including in the bedroom as a nightcap when your sundress ended up on his bedroom floor.

He’d never been so overjoyed to have a woman’s number in his phone until he got yours.

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PRO!KAMINARI - Denki fucking lived for this time of year: nothing but legs and ass as far as the eye could see. Especially on his block.

He lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Nothing but dog walkers, joggers, ice cream trucks, and kids’ screams filling the air from the park up the street. No crime, no bullshit, and certainly no villains. It was the perfect place for the girls to walk about and not worry about shit…well, except for Denki being a perv from his balcony.

He just couldn’t help it! These girls should’ve known better than to be so damn pretty and sexy, especially in warm weather. They were just asking for Denki to ogle at them during patrols and flirt with them on his breaks. He wouldn’t have minded having someone he could ogle and flirt with all the time in her little sundress. Not to mention hug and squeeze and grope and f–

Ding-dong!

Denki was startled on his balcony and scowled at his door. Who the hell was ringing his doorbell in the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday and his day off? “Hold up!” he shouted before hurrying back into his apartment, shirtless and in his Nike shorts. He didn’t have time to put on a shirt.

“It better not be a damn solicitor,” he growled, reaching for the door. “I already told you people–”

He opened the door, not expecting to see you in the thinnest little dress he’s ever seen on a girl. It was pink, the color of bubblegum, and brought out your glowing skin that Denki pictured himself kissing and touching for hours. It stopped right at your thighs, giving him a peek at the delectable flesh, and the spaghetti straps allowed him to drink in your collarbone and shoulder blades. Goddamn, you were fine!

He was so enthralled by you that he barely noticed the suitcase you held. “Um…hi,” you awkwardly said. “Sorry. Is this 56J?”

Denki blinked at you, almost not hearing a word you said because he was too busy picturing himself fucking you against the wall. He shook his head, blushing wildly. “Uh, no,” he replied. “This is 56G.”

Your eyes widened in embarrassment. “Fuck!” you hissed. “I’m so sorry. I just moved in this morning and the stupid guy at the front desk gave me the information for the wrong floor.” Your eyes flickered down to Denki’s naked torso before looking away, appearing nervous.

Denki leaned against the wall with a smirk, fully aware that you were eyeing him down and it made him feel better about checking you out earlier.

“You just moved in?” he asked curiously. “Well, that explains why I haven’t seen you around here before.” He put his hand out for yours. “I’m Denki Kaminari.”

“I know,” you giggled, shaking his head. “You’re pro hero Chargebolt. I’ve heard a lot about you.” When your hands left each other’s, you nervously nibbled on your bottom lip. Denki pictured himself doing that. “Well, lemme not take up more of your time. I need to hurry before the moving truck gets here.”

You began to leave but Denki stopped you. “You need any help?” he asked. “I mean, you got any boxes you need carryin’ or furniture you need movin’? I can handle some hard labor.” He flexed one of his arms, earning a smile.

“You sure?” you asked, sounding unsure. “I have some probably already set outside my apartment door but the Uhaul guys are bringin’ the rest later.”

Denki nodded, already settling. “It’s no problem,” he said. “I wouldn’t want you ruinin’ that pretty dress you’ve got on.” He gave you a flirty smile that earned him a shy one on your pouty, soft lips.

“Well…if you’re sure,” you laughed. “How can I repay you, Denki?” Your name sounded like music on your lips. He tapped a finger against his chin, making a show of thinking it over. “I know a good ramen place near here. I’d be happy with you joinin’ me for dinner as payment.”

He gave you a flirtatious wink, hoping that would work. Surprisingly, it did. You gave him a smirk that had him wanting to lift up your dress and eat you out right there in the hallway. “You caught me on a good day,” you giggled. “Fine then…but for that, you’ll have to carry the boxes.”

“You got it!” he practically cheered. “Just give me a minute and I’ll be right up.”

You nodded and strutted off while he hurried to get dressed, whistling happily to himself as he did, his mind filled with nothing but your body, face, and the way that pretty pink dress brought out your skin.

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PRO!HANTA - Sero loves whatever you put on but there is something about how you looked in a sundress that just makes him so fucking ready for you.

If you happen to be wearing one of those colorful little numbers that clung to your ass and were loose at the bottom when you were together, he is touching on you. No matter where you are: the movie theatre; a public restaurant; a park; at home chilling on the couch. He doesn't care who was around and who happened to see him. His hand is either on that ass or on your thighs, squeezing the flesh to his delight.

You can blame yourself for his behavior. You should know better than to wear that shit around him. You should’ve known damn well than to have chosen a sundress as an outfit for Deku’s birthday party. You had shown him while he was busy ironing his shirt for the occasion. “Baby!” you called from down the hall.

“Yeah?” he hollered back, concerned with ironing out his polo. He had about an hour until the party started but you were going early to help set up decorations. “I want your opinion on my outfit,” you said, already coming down the hall. “I bought it last week but I’m not sure if I look good.”

Sero smiled to himself, already picturing you looking like a snack. You always did to him. “I’ll be the judge of that, mama,” he chuckled, stepping away from the ironing board after putting the iron up. “So let’s see what you…” His words die in his throat when he turns towards the door and sees you standing in the doorway.

The sundress you picked out for Deku’s party is like a wet dream to Sero. The flowing hem of the dress stops at the tops of your knees, exposing your gorgeous legs that are shiny with coconut oil that tickles Sero’s nostrils. The dress is the color of the ripest tangerine, making your skin and the brown of your eyes pop as well as the pink polish on your fingers and cute little toes in your wedges.

You paired the outfit with gold jewelry, just enough to not make you look naked, and your braids are styled down across your back. Sero’s eyes immediately fall to your chest, noticing the push-up bra you’re wearing that makes your breasts look extra plump and appetizing. He can only imagine how you look around the back.

You fiddled with the hem of your dress, appearing nervous. “I got it from Macy’s when I was out with Mina and Uraraka,” you nervously explained. “They made me buy it thinkin’ it was my color. I think it’s too short though. It’s way shorter than my other dresses.”

You pulled at the hem but it didn’t do much to cover the slip of thigh Sero kept catching. It wasn’t enough to be inappropriate but it was enough to make his cock stir in his dress slacks. “Does it look okay?” you timidly asked as if afraid to know the answer.

Sero’s brain was shortcircuiting. His thought process wasn’t working properly. He was too gone in the thoughts of you on the bed, your dress hiked up and his cock plunged deep in your sobbing, wet pussy, his fingers working at your clit and telling you how pretty you are. He pictured himself whisking you away from the party, taking you somewhere private–maybe an empty bathroom or a broom closet–, fucking you silly, and cumming deep inside of you so you were forced to walk around with his nut dripping down your thighs in your little sundress.

He must’ve been staring for too long because you pulled a face at him, alarmed and confused. “Uh…Sero?” you questioned, confused at his silence. “Are you okay?”

He blinked, abruptly closing his mouth and clearing his throat. “Sorry, I just pictured some naughty shit just now,” he chuckled, running a hand down his face. “The girls must really want you to get fucked tonight. By me, that is.”

Your confused expression softened, replaced with one of joy. “So I take it you like it?” you giggled.

Sero walked over to you, unable to keep his hands to himself any longer. He slid his hands down your hips, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Like it?” he scoffed. “Baby, I love it. Look at you! C’mere; over here by the mirror.”

He practically draghed you over to the mirror in front of your walk-in closet and stood you right in front of it. He stood behind you, hands on your hips and his lips caressing the sensitive parts of your neck.

“Look at how pretty you look,” he cooed into your neck. “I’m almost afraid to take you out of the house.” One of his hands snaked down to teasingly slide underneath your dress and caress your thigh.

You giggled, winding an arm around his head to pull him closer. “Stop,” you laughed. “I don’t know…it still seems kinda short, don’t you think?” You still wore that uncertain expression on your face, your pouty lips pursed and your eyes nervous.

Sero’s hand squeezed your ass, making you gasp. “It ain’t short enough,” he softly growled. He laughed when you began to smack him on his chest. “Alright, alright! Just don’t bend over too much…” He slowly moved your dress up on your thighs, revealing the cute little panties you wore underneath that made your ass look immaculate. “Or else every guy at the party will get an eyeful of what’s mine.”

His fingers slid between your inner thighs and he groaned at how warm they felt squeezing against his hand. “And I ain’t just talkin’ ‘bout your ass, baby,” he murmured into your hair as his hand began to work against your panty-covered pussy. Your sweet moans began to fill the air, your knees buckling slightly and your hand gripping his hair.

“But if you’re still unsure, you want me to show you how amazing you look, mama?” He turned you around and pressed a wet, passionate kiss to your lips, leading to a hot makeout session that had his cock growing in his pants. You didn’t stop him when his hands looped through the waistband of your panties ut you didn’t sound happy about it either. “Sero,” you mewled. “W-We can’t. We have to leave in an hour to help with the party.”

Sero gave you a wolfish grin as he slid your panties down your naked thighs, leaving you underwearless in your sundress. That only made him harder. “I’ll be quick,” he chuckled, leading you over to the bed. “And even if I’m not, they can handle the decorations, can’t they?”

You didn’t protest or respond but the spank he gave you that echoed against the bedroom walls emitted a soft, needy moan from your lips. Sero grinned, standing behind you and already thinking of a good excuse to tell Deku that didn’t involve fucking you out of your clothes.

“Now shut the fuck up and bend over,” he demanded, and like a good girl, you did.

Y’all did leave the apartment in an hour, by the way.

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serotonins-stuff · 22 days

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Mafia boss bf!! who has a table for you right next to his in his office. Decorated with whatever you want.

Mafia boss bf! who has his men carry all your shopping bags

Mafia boss bf! who refers to you as "my lady".

Mafia boss bf! who will give you a kiss in front of all his men, he doesn't care who's watching. He'll pull you in real nice and snug before connecting your lips.

Mafia boss bf! whos makeout sessions have so much power they leave you breathless and weak in the knees.

Mafia boss bf! who loves it on when he sees you bring him coffee in the morning, and you make it exactly how he wants it.

Mafia boss bf! who can't help but keep his hands on you at all times. It doesn't matter where you are, he'll be attached to your hip at all times.

Mafia boss bf! who spoils you.

Mafia boss bf! who looks scary to everyone else but is actually a sweet bean that loves to be babied.

Mafia boss bf! who sits you on his lap while he works on his laptop, and will occasionally explain the work to you. Even though you don't understand a single thing.

Mafia boss bf! who will bring you to some of his important meetings. He'll snuggle you up on his lap while talking to his men.

Mafia boss bf! who doesn't allow any soul to dare disrespect you, or even look at you the wrong way, because there would be hell to pay.

Mafia boss bf! who will deal with anyone you ask him to in a heartbeat. Is someone looking at you weird? He's got you. Someone disrespect you? He'll sort them out.

Mafia boss bf! who teaches you how to fight by training you every week. He wants to make sure that his girl will be able to protect herself when he's not around.

Mafia boss bf! who takes you to the nicest places around the world.

Mafia boss bf! who slaps your ass whenever you bend over to pick something up.

Mafia boss bf! who's obsessed with your waist, he can't help but hold it and rub small circles on it wherever he gets the chance.

Mafia boss bf! who deathstares anyone that walks into his office while you're sleeping. How dare they attempt to disturb your beauty sleep?

Mafia boss bf! who sits patiently and watches you attentively as you try on clothes at the store. He'll look at you with such loving eyes and a smile that makes you weak in the knees.

Mafia boss bf! who whines and clings to you in the morning whenever you have to get up.

"You're mine"

"My girl"

"Be good yeah?"

"Shhhh, the wife is calling"

Karma, BAKUGO, Kirishima, HAWKS, KURROO, BOKUTO, DAICHI, EREN, Jean, Asta, MIKEY, Draken, BAJI, Kazutora, HANMA, Ran, GOJO, GETO, TOJI, Tengen

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cosmiles · 9 months

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𝟑:𝟏𝟑 𝐀𝐌

➢ kirishima’s late night thoughts

note: i always feel like my best work comes from kirishima

characters: kirishima

content: domestic fluff, light angst (teeny tiny like you have to squint!), insecurities, established gn-relationship, me simping for kirishima

words: 0.5k

What a weird time for one to be awake. Most of the population was fast asleep, tucked away in their beds with a dream of some sort playing in their mind. Yet here Eijirou Kirishima was, awake in bed staring at his favorite person in the world, you.

Surprisingly, this wasn’t an odd, out-of-the-ordinary occurrence for him. Kirishima would find himself gazing at your sleeping form from time to time, hoping to calm the ongoing thoughts that plagued his mind.

You always looked so peaceful like this. Bronze skin, which in the day shined with the sun, now glowed in the moonlight. Your curls, which bounced with the same energy as you did, were now tucked away in the bonnent he gifted you. Bright eyes, that lit up his world since the day he met you, were now softly put to rest.

And the more his eyes tried memorizing each and every detail on your face, the more bad thoughts would swirl in. ‘I don’t deserve you,’ the most common thought to appear in his head. How could he even compare when you looked like a goddess while he had dried-up drool stuck to his lip? ‘How did I ever end up with someone like you?’, another insecurity that made a monthly occurrence. Surely, one day, your eyes would open and see that you were wasting your time. It wouldn’t be long before you walked out of his life, leaving him in broken pieces never to be whole again. You should be with someone like—

“..Eiji?” A voice, your voice, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“What time is it baby?”

“About, 3:13,” Kirishima said in response, as your awakening form peered toward him.

“What a strange time for you to be up. The gyms won’t be open for at least another hour...”

“I know I was just-” Kirishima started, searching his mind for a decent excuse but finding none.

He watched as your eyes scanned his face, searching for an explanation of some kind. Usually, this would last until you came up with the answer, but it seemed that your brain was not firing on all cylinders. Instead, you grabbed his hand, interlocking it with yours, and snuggled closer to him.

“I love you so much Eijirou. Try to get some rest baby.” You said, right as you started dozing back to sleep.

If only you were still awake, you would've seen the way his eyes swelled up with love. You always said what he needed here, apparently even when you were half asleep. Your words diminished his insecurities, leaving him refreshed and full of confidence.

They were the last things he needed before giving you his most prized, and hopefully yours as well, gift: the engagement ring currently waiting impatiently in the nightstand.

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

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7inaa · 2 years

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Eren, jean, sanji, chifuyu, mitsuya, denki, kirishima, yuji and yuuta would get you Lego flowers with a cute jar and ribbon, followed by a short note holding a few reasons why he loves you so.

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plussizeficchick · 7 months

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Like That | Sleazy Alpha!Kirishima x Chubby!Reader

Warnings: Dubcon(blackmailing)Cunnilingus, P in V, breeding kink

Summary; Reader’s been keeping a secret from her fellow classmates, except Kirishima’s figured it out. You know what they say, when life gives you lemons

“-gonna be soo cute! Just you, hey! Are you even listening to me?!” Kirishima mentally rolls his eyes before turning to face the omega that was talking his ear off. “Sorry, what was that?” He asked. He had a way of disarming people, big glassy eyes, a cute little pout and the person is putty in his hands.

The omega chirps, flustered by the look he gives her before batting her eyelashes, the sight quite literally making Kirishima want to throw up. She giggles and the noise grates on his ears. “I said that I’m excited for the party after you guys win the game. My outfit’s going to be really cute.” She winks and Kirishima knows what she’s implying.

She thinks that by the end of the night she’ll get in his pants but he knows better. He has only one omega on his mind, one that he knows was made for him specifically.

You thought you’d hidden it well, and if he wasn’t a prime alpha you may have even gotten away with it, but his senses were stronger than the average one and your scent made his mouth water.

He knew why you presented yourself as beta, he honestly couldn’t fault you. Prime omegas were extremely rare, so with you being the only one on campus, it would’ve caused quite a stir.

That was the main reason he was even talking to this girl. He’d seen you around her and he was hoping to get an in to talk to you. “Sounds nice, you bringing any friends?” She goes on to list a bunch of names that he doesn’t care to know, only recognizing his heart skipping a beat at the mention of your name. Jackpot.

— —

This was not your kind of party. It was overly crowded, way too many people to fit inside the enclosed space, but that wasn’t your main focus. You were on a mission.

Your mission: Avoid Eijiro Kirishima.

He made you extremely nervous. His predatory gaze always somehow on you, as if he’s studying you. As if he knows something.

You have a feeling he knows what you really are, his senses as a prime alpha more heightened, so you’d understand if he knew.

But that was just all the more reason to avoid him.

You thought you were doing pretty well, trying your best to enjoy your university’s big win, but then you come to see Kirishima standing in the far corner of the room, nursing a drink with a girl by his side, failing miserably at flirting.

His eyes are everywhere but her, and he’s barely giving her a response. And if that’s not the worst of it, as soon as he catches sight of you in the tight bodycon dress you have on, he’s making a beeline towards you, cutting her off mid sentence. You turn to leave, hoping that the sea of bodies will help him lose track of you. You lose faith however, when you feel his warm, calloused hands grip your arm, turning you to face him.

“Hey, pretty girl. I was hoping to see you here.” He murmurs softly in your ear. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the close proximity. You quirk a brow, “Oh really? And to what do I owe the pleasure?” You answer sarcastically.

Kirishima takes a moment to look you up and down, drinking in the sight of your dress hugging your curves deliciously, the thought of finally getting to peel away the small piece of fabric enough to get him hard. “I was thinking that since we won the championships, maybe you’d want to give me a little reward.” He says, pushing a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I mean, wouldn’t it be a real tragedy if all these alphas were to somehow find out you were a prime omega?” He smirks at the shock that etches onto your face.

He wouldn’t.

“You wouldn’t.” You practically hiss. He just gives you a smug grin, hands up in mock surrender before leaning directly into your face, “I’m not saying I would. I’m just saying it’d be a real shame if word got around and no one could protect you if something were to happen.” You frown at what he was implying, but what other choice do you have? If you didn’t, alphas were going to salivate anytime you crossed paths and omegas would feel threatened, especially those mated. And he knew that. “What do you say, omega? Wanna get out of here?” He grins, his sharp teeth glinting in the light.

He would.

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As soon as Kirishima got you into his room, he was all over you. The scent blockers that you thought you’d so strategically hidden were ripped off without hesitation, Kirishima burrowing his nose right into your scent gland. He groans at the smell, a mix of honey and cinnamon.

He licks at your scent gland, releasing pheromones that will hopefully push you into heat.

He pulls away slightly to get a good look at you, tweaking your nipples through your top and he notices the slight rubbing in your thighs. You were just too cute.

He leans into you, nipping at your neck. “Aw, what’s wrong baby? Need me? Need your big, strong alpha to make it better, hm? Talk to me.” You whine at his words, the feel of his teeth grazing your scent gland about to send you into a frenzy. When did it get so hot? “Please, Eiji.” You practically beg, but that’s not enough for Kirishima, no. He wants you to need him.

He tsks and gives a slight shake of his head before pulling away from you slightly. You whine at the loss of body heat but Kirishima is quick to shut that down with a searing kiss, tongue swirling with yours before sucking and nipping at your bottom lip. “You need me, baby. Know you do. Jus’ wanna hear you say it.” He whispers into your mouth.

How did you end up like this? He had practically blackmailed you, threatened to expose your secret and throw you into the lion’s den, yet you’re seriously aching to get on your knees for him. Ready to give him anything he wants.

“Need you, Eiji. Need you so fucking bad.” You mewl into his neck, sucking hickies into his scent gland. Kirishima groans at your neediness, ready to devour you completely. “Yeah?” He asks, and you nod vigorously. You don’t know why, but you feel the heat intensifying. And the waves of arousal feel much more profound than usual.

Kirishima seems to notice your confusion, cock stirring in his jeans. You really have no idea how this works do you? “What’s wrong, babe?” He asks you with faux concern. “Heat about to break?” He grins wolfishly.

You feel your stomach fall to your ass.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He says, peeling away at his clothes. “Well, I’ll try anyway.” He chuckles.

The sight of his rock hard abs and muscles has your panties soaking and the way he’s looking at you, like you're a cute, chunky bunny ready to be eaten has your heart skipping beats.

“Well?” Kirishima gestures to your clothes, wanting more than anything to rip them off your body. “Not gonna make me wait, are you?” He asks, stroking the length of his cock. You immediately shimmy out of your clothes, your eyes trained on the motion of his hand. He has the prettiest dick you think you’ve ever seen. It’s heavy, the tip is a nice shade of pink, and it’s drooling pre and you want nothing more than to feel the weight of it against your tongue, but it seems like Kiri has a different idea.

“Next time, baby. Right now,” He hoists you up as if you weigh nothing, and honestly, you probably don’t to him, and he unceremoniously drops you on his bed. His hands find purchase on your thighs, it being one of his favorite things about you. “I need to taste you. You gonna let me, hm? Gonna let me make you cum for me?” He mumbles into the skin, and you know you're done for.

“Please, Eiji. Please make me cum.” You beg, tears welling up in your eyes. The sight has Kirishima groaning. He wants to ruin you.

He spreads your pussy lips apart, running a finger along your slick before sucking the finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste. That only seems to encourage him to drink right from the source. Before you know it, he’s pushing your thighs to your chest and is sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking over the bud in rhythmic strokes. You gasp at the feeling, nobody ever eating you out with such vigor before. He’s moaning into your cunt, lapping up as much of your juices as he can but it’s just not enough! He needs more.

He reaches one hand down and rubs it through your slick before pressing a finger inside. You moan, your cunt clenching around the digit while trying to ignore the embarrassing shlick! sound your cunt is making.

It doesn’t take long before Kirishima pulls an orgasm from you and you barely have time to recover before the second one rips through you.

You didn’t even realize he’d come up until you felt his lips against yours and the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

You gasp as he stuffs his full length in one go, the tip rubbing against your g-spot deliciously with every snap of his hips.

It feels so good, almost too good, the way he’s grinding his pubic bone against you, and when he rubs your clit in tandem with his thrusts, you know you’re a goner.

You’re gushing around his cock, a lewd squelch sound being made every time his hips snap into yours and you’re barely able to form a sentence. “Feel good, baby? Fuck, your pussy feels s’good. S’good to me, baby. So. Fucking Good. Gonna knot you. Fill you up with my pups. Y’want that, baby? Say “yes, daddy.”” Emphasizing his words with each vicious thrust.

He’s fucking into you with vigor, chasing after his own orgasm and at the same time you both reach your climax, your cunt spasming around his pulsing cock as he shoots load, after load into your abused cunt. He’s pawing at your body, the feeling of the soft, doughy flesh somehow intensifying his orgasm.

You cry out, your plush stomach flexing as you feel all your muscles going taut as your orgasm washes over you. Kirishima works you both through it, laying sweet kisses along your neck and chest before pressing one to your lips and cheek as you both come down from your high. You giggle at his softness, knowing he couldn’t keep the act up for much longer.

“Kiriii.” You whine as he blows raspberries into your neck. “(Y/NNNNN).” He mocks back, before pressing more kisses to your face. “We need to shower.” You pout, the sight making him fall deeper in love with you. He sighs, snuggling further into you, “But whyyy, we’re just gonna do it all over again and you smell like me.” He pouts back and neither one of you can help but bust out laughing. “Alright, alright. I’ll get the bath started. You want cookies?” “You have my favorites?” You ask, perking up at the sound of your favorite snack. “Don’t I always?” He smirks. He is your alpha after all.

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