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0prettygirl-jay0 · 9 months

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•~ context: you catch your best friend ejiro kirishima masturbating to you. ~•

•Tags•: masturbating, nicknames, degradation, handjob, msub, fdom, penetration, edging.

AGED UP!

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One day, you were walking through the hallways to your dorm room to relax and unwind after hours of training. You reach for what you thought was the door handle to your room, until you look at the name next to the door. Eijiro Kirishima it read. damn i must be really fucking tired. you were about to leave and head to the elevator until you hear loud groans coming from Kirishima’s room. Was he okay? the moans got louder and louder, maybe he was hitting his punching bag. it wont be bad to check in on your best friend. as you opened the door you were immediately shocked by the sight and slammed the door closed immediately.

“fuck. what the fuck.” you thought to yourself. you had just seen your red headed best friend, Kiri had sat on his bed moaning your name, while stroking his cock at a rapid pace. he immediately stopped when he saw you. his face turned as red as his hair as he had forgot to lock the fucking door.

“I-I can explain…!” kirishima said from behind the door as he scrambled to atleast put pants on and try and explain his situation. with that kirishima opened the door and grabbed your waist pulling you into his room to try and explain.

“listen..omg this is so unmanly…look i know its not manly to be acting out on my feelings like this, but we’ve been friends for so long and i’ve had these feelings from the first year of U.A. it was just too much and i needed to get you off my mind. im sorry Y/n, its so unmanly. are you uncomfortable? im sorry…” kirishima’s voice was shaky, as he explained his situation to his shorter best friend and looked down at her with doe eyes as he fidgeted with his fingers. Y/n was surprised by all this, she never would’ve thought that her red headed best friend liked her, to the point he couldnt get her off his mind. y/n couldnt say that she hasnt had thoughts about her goofy, kind and respectful best friend as well as when they trained together, the sweat dripping off of him and his muscular toned body.

“eji, you could have told me silly…you didnt think i would feel the same, hmm pretty boy?” i said as i looked up at the red head, with one eyebrow raised i gave him a smile and pushed him backwards on top of the bed.

“Y-yeah, sorry… But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship… You mean so much to me…” He said quietly, blushing even more as i sat on top of his lap, with either of my thighs on the sides of his waist.

“you mean so much to me too, eijro…let me me show you how much, hmm?” i said to kirishima as i laid him flat out and pulled down his boxers to take out his cock, i didn’t quite touch kirishima yet as i wanted to take my time with him, and see how good he could be for me. pressing my soft lips against kirishima’s neck and leading my way down, the reaction i got was almost instant. kirishima was quite a vocal man.

“ngh…fuck…” the red head whimpered at my actions as he tried to pull me up to him, so he could run his hands all over my body, i was guessing 🤷‍♀️. I kissed kirishima’s plump lips sloppily and gained my way into his mouth with ease. i collected all his saliva and mine imto my mouth, as i spat the combined saliva onto kirishima’s bubblegum pink tip that flowed its way down to his long shaft. i kissed all over kirishima’s body, giving him hickies and love bites as i stroked his pretty cock. Kiri's eyes widened as he felt your soft hand around him, your warmth surrounding his cock.

"Ngh-mmmmm…!" he moaned loudly, his eyes closed as kirishima threw his hand back to focus on the handjob, i was giving him.

“thats right, handsome….moan for me.” i whispered softly into his ear as i grazed my nails against his rib cages.

Kiri cried out your name as he felt your nails grazing his ribs, leaving kirishima with goosebumps and the feeling surrounding his cock completely, his breathing becoming heavy and fast. "F-fuck...Y-y-y/n…" He couldn't complete his sentence as he came in your hand, barely able to keep himself from arching his back off the bed, and his body jerking from time to time.

i licked him up clean, and i smiled when kirishima looked into my eyes as i licked the tip of his dick. his whimpers were the best to hear. i just needed to get the sound etched in my brain. my hands held my weight on kirishima’s chest as my pussy hovered over kirishima’s growing cock.

Kiri let out a sharp groan as he felt himself being hugged tightly by me, his heart thumping wildly as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. "u-gh..mm..." He couldn't help but moan as he felt your warmth surrounding him, the longer he had to wait for me to get accumulated the shorter his patience grew, he tried to thrust up into me and take the lead, but who was i to let a little subby boy take charge of me.

“eijro…stay the fuck still…” i put on my stern mommy dom voice as a smile then grew on my face from kirishima’s reaction. Kiri immediately froze, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to stay still. Kiri whimpered quietly as he looked at you biting his neck, feeling like he was about to pass out due to how much pleasure he was receiving. He had never been this sensitive before, especially not after cumming around four times already today, while masturbating to the thought of Y/n.

"Mmmh~ mo-mommy...please..” kirishima said with a shaky voice. now slamming her pussy down on kirishima, the slapping sound of skin was loud, but not as loud as kirishima’s moans. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he began moaning loudly, unable to control himself anymore. His hands gripped onto your waist tightly as he arched his back off the bed once more.

"Aahhh…! Fuuuuck..!!!" kirishima exclaimed loudly, pretty sure the whole floor heard his slutty screams.

“moan my name kirishima, let these people know your mine now, that this cock belongs to me…..” i said as to kirishima as i continued to slam my pussy down on his dick repeatedly, over and over again. The sudden change from gentle lovemaking to rough sex caused him to gasp for air, letting out another long moan as he did so. He then started calling out my name repeatedly, begging me to keep fucking him until he could no longer stand it.

“y-y/nnnnnn…!” kirishima was whining and his voice turned raspy.

“you better not fucking cum, slut… dont you dare cum yet ejiro…” Kiri bit onto his lip hard, feeling like he might explode any moment. He did his best to hold back but he felt the release coming, his body shaking as he let out a loud scream of pleasure.

"MOMMY!!!! S-sorry..!!" he laid there panting, trying to catch his breath as he felt his softening member slip out of her pussy. he looked up at Y/n, still catching his breath. He then saw the anger in her eyes and immediately felt guilty for cumming, despite her command of him not too.

"I-I’m so sorry y/nnn…I-I couldn’t help it...!! you make me feel so fucking good. please mommy, i couldnt help it….”

“look at me..” i said with a stern voice as i grabbed kirishima’s chin and forced him to to into his dom’s eyes. Kiri looked up at me with those doe little eyes of his, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in his eyes.

“you’re gonna take this punishment and you’re not gonna cum. understand?” i said now softly, as i hovered my pussy over his now growing erection

"Y-yes..." He said quietly, his voice breaking slightly. His face turning red with shame and embarrassment. I slid kirishima’s dick back inside me, making sure to stop every time that kirishima was to the brink of cummimg. i didnt let him cum for 2 hours, at this point i was fucking exhausted and wanted badly to cum as well, so punishment time over. His breathing became heavier as he struggled to keep control over himself. The pain mixed with pleasure made him feel dizzy and lightheaded. As much as he wanted to stop resisting, he found himself unable to move or speak.

"Pleas...pleaseee....mommy.." kirishima’s voice was whiny and broken as he spoke to me, looking up at my as his hands were tied behind his back, because he had a big problem with touching my body and trying to make me cum. so i did what was necessary 😉.

“please what slut, hmm? use those manners of yours..”

He closed his eyes tightly, struggling against the urge to give into temptation. Tears began streaming down his cheeks as he spoke through gritted teeth. "...Please don't make me do this anymore." his cock throbbed painfully as he waited for an answer. it hurt so badly. "p-pleas-"

“tell me how bad you want it, and ill think of letting you off easy..”

The words came out quick and in a frenzy, barely audible above the sound of his own heavy breaths. "...It hurts too much.. please just let me cum.." it was obvious he was close to giving in. he couldnt think straight, all he wanted was to cum, yet. he begged her again.

“how badly do you wanna fuck me ejiro, huh?” i looked down at the red headed slut that was laying underneath of me as i saw the stars glow bright in his eyes.

He nodded quickly, looking away from you as if ashamed by admitting such desires. "Yes... yes I want that so badly..." he whispered softly, biting his lip nervously. "I need to cum so bad.. please.." *he begged once more, feeling completely helpless before her now.

Y/n lifted her self from kirishima’s cock as she untied his hands and then laid down on the bed, face down, ass up, exposing her wet hole to kirishima. it felt good to relax now. while arching her back she spoke in a soft teasing voice, “go ‘head, i think you deserve it now….”

Without hesitation, he moved forward towards your exposed rear end. He placed both hands firmly onto either side of your hips, holding them steady while guiding his member towards your entrance. "Oh god...thank you mommy…fuck…” he groaned loudly, staring intently at your body as he pushed himself inside you. the sounds kirishima’s desperation was loud, and the way he pounded her into the bed showed how much he wanted her. hips bucking against you as he began to move inside you. His hips moved furiously as he pounded into you, he knew the rules, make me cum and then he could cum.

“you make me feel so good ejiro….y’know that dont you…?” i said in the moment of pleasure as i praised the red head for how good he was making me feel, physically and mentally. he knew all the right ways to fuck someone dumb, the neck kisses, the boob kneading, the hip grabbing, the dick fucking, all of it. His breathing became heavier as he continued thrusting deep within you, sweat dripping off his forehead as he tried desperately to hold back his orgasm.

"Mhm... yeah... mmhmmm~" he moaned quietly, panting heavily as he looked down at you with lustful eyes. “….god.. fuck you’re tight….” Without a second thought, he thrust his hips forward, slamming himself into you hard. His moans grew louder, his breathing labored as he quickened his pace, driven with the urge to make you cum. His hips moved furiously, pounding into you relentlessly.

"M-milk…oh god..." before kirishima said that Y/n had already let go of the huge knot shes been feeling the whole past three hours, the tightness of her climax left kirishima’s cock coming as well, in result ending up with a milked cock. As soon as he felt you climax around him, Eijiro let out a loud moan, his entire body shaking from the sheer pleasure of it all. He held himself up by grabbing onto your waist firmly, not wanting to lose his balance in this moment of ecstasy. the two of them were left breathless as the only sound that could now be heard was their breathing.

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ihavesocialanxiety3654 · 5 months

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•☆Y/N TUTORING BAKUSQUAD IDIOTS☆•

Y/n: You guys ready to learn? :)

Mina: No

Kirishima: Not particularly

Denki: Never in a million years

Y/n: that's the spirit

#bakusquad x reader #mina ashido x reader #denki kaminari x reader #kirishima ejiro x reader #mha x reader #I'M SORRY KIRI IS NOT AN IDIOT I JUST NEEDED A CHARACTER T_T

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lovelyiida · 4 months

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OFF ➤ EJIRO KIRISHIMA X FEM! READER 🜚

“why are you wearing that fugly hat?“

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➜ WARNINGS: mention of boobs, insecurities, unhealthy awareness of self-image, fluff

You were frustrated.

"Have you guys seen Ejiro?" you asked, your breath staggered as you tried to catch it. You had been searching the school for him for the past 30 minutes with no luck.

"How are we supposed to know where your man is?" said Monoma. It was true; you were standing inside class 1-B's room during lunch break.

"Just asking, if you see him, please tell him I've been looking for him!" you yelled out as you rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

Corridor? No.

Lunchroom? Nope.

Boys locker room? Not worth it.

Practice area? Nada.

Huffing out a breath, you staggered into class 1-A and collapsed in your seat. Placing your head down, you let out a frustrated groan.

"What's the matter with you?" Sero chuckled in curiosity. Snapping your head up, you sent him a death glare before he raised his hands in defense with a smirk.

"Are you gonna tell me or what?" he questioned.

"I'm looking for Ejiro! It's like he's not even in this school. Did he go missing, and you guys are all in on it?" you accused Sero with a frown. Sero scratched the back of his head in confusion at your outlandish accusation.

"Nah, but I might have a clue where he went—"

"Where?" you yelled.

Sero flinched at your words before delving his hands deep into his pockets. "Well, y'know, we were in class and chatting it up. Next thing he knows, he's looking up into space and starts freaking out. Like he saw a ghost or something."

You furrowed your brows at his words. That doesn't sound like something Ejiro would ever do.

"Well, where is he?" Your voice softened as you became concerned. Anxiety started to fill your chest as you began to think of the worst.

Was he hit with some quirk?

Did he see a threat no one else could?

Did he go crazy due to consuming today's mystery meat special at lunch?

"He said he needed to go back to the dorms and didn't tell us why… he just ran off," he said nonchalantly.

"Dorms… why didn't I think of that?"

Packing up your things, you asked Sero to tell Aizawa you were excusing yourself from class. As you took your leave, you traversed back to the 1-A dorms.

Entering the dorms, you plopped your things down on the floor and walked toward Ejiro's dorm. As you enter Ejiro's dorm, you find the door slightly ajar. Your worry heightened, and you pushed the door open gently. The room was dimly lit, and Ejiro was sitting on his bed, staring blankly into space.

"Ejiro, what happened?" you asked, concern lacing your voice. He didn't respond immediately, but after a moment, he turned to look at you with a distant expression.

"I... I don't know. Something's not right," he mumbled, his usual upbeat demeanor replaced by a sense of unease.

Sitting beside him, you tried to make sense of the situation. "Did something trigger this? Did you see or experience something unusual?"

But all your questions dissipated when you looked up…

"Why are you wearing that fugly hat?" Your face contorted into a grimace as you gazed at the fleeced children's All Might hat.

Ejiro hesitated before speaking, pulling the hat down even lower than before. "If I show you, you have to promise me that you won't laugh." As he spoke, it became clear that whatever he had witnessed had deeply unsettled him. His gaze was haunted, and you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story.

"Ejiro…" you trailed, growing increasingly worried. You shuffled closer to him, placing a warm hand on his knee as you looked into his eyes.

"I promise."

Ejiro looked at you with a quivering lip. "Okay." His hands trembled as he reached for the childish hat. You watched as tears began to streak down his face as he ripped off the hat. Blinking at the sight before you, you furrowed your brows. "Ejiro… baby, what am I supposed to be looking at?" you asked.

"You can't see?" Ejiro soon rises from his bed, flicking on the lights in his room. Walking back over, he plops back down in his seat and draws closer to you. Pulling at his locks, he earnestly implores you to inspect his hair. Leaning in closer, your eyes shift around, still confused.

"I—I don't see anything, babe," you stammer. As you shift back upward, a perplexed expression clouds your features. You begin to wonder if your boyfriend is truly going crazy. The redhead scoffs, frustration etched across his face, as he grabs his phone and clicks on his flashlight. "See? Right there!" he exclaims. Intrigued, you lean back forward to scrutinize the concentrated area.

Bingo. A single strand of hair.

"Are you talking about this strand of hair, Eji?" you lean forward and raise your hand to pluck it out. "M'yeah," Ejiro mumbles, eyes welling up with tears once more. "J-just pluck it out!" he panics, and you flinch at his words, swiftly removing the errant strand. Holding the hair in your hand, you closely examine it.

It's black?

"Ejiro… it's just black," you attempt to reassure your boyfriend, but he shakes his head. "But I just dyed my hair last week! It can't be coming in this early," he frets. Turning your head to the side, you speak.

"I didn't know you dyed your hair," you admit.

Ejiro frowns, studying your reaction. "I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't," he sighs, defeated. "When my hair is red, I feel the most manly, like I'm someone bigger than myself. I'm able to embody this character that I'm genuinely proud of."

Your disbelief deepens as you sit in the deepness of his newfound vulnerability.

"But when I'm that," he points at your hand in disgust.

"I'm just me… some loser that no one will ever like—"

"Ejiro," you say firmly.

Standing up, you reach for him. As he leans into your embrace, you caress his frame. Softly tracing circles on his back, leading up to his shoulders, you then tangle your fingers through his locks. Ejiro flinches, his shoulders tense up as you lightly tug at his hair.

"Listen to me when I say this," pulling away, you slide your fingers from his scalp and trace your hands along his jaw, cupping his cheeks. "I don't care who you are now or what you used to be; what I know is that I love you for you. No matter what you show me or what you think will drive me away from you; it won't."

Looking deeply into his eyes, you watch as he lets out an exasperated sigh.

Ejiro leans his head into your tender touch, "But—I lied to you," he mumbles. "Okay? Ejiro, you're just like any other person on this planet; you're allowed to keep things from me that you think I shouldn't." You give him a reassuring smile, "you deserve to have a sense of humanity like everyone else" you chuckled.

The redhead lets out a dry chuckle, "But this is like you telling me that one of your boobs is purple or something," he tries to tell a joke, but you give him a confused look. "Not exactly…" you trail off.

"Okay."

Both of you chuckle at his words. Leaning into his touch, you embrace him in a tight hug. "Y'know… I'd bet you'd look super hot with your hair all black," you muffle into the crook of his neck. Ejiro soon unravels from your grasp, an unreadable look etched over his face.

"Ya think?" he says with a small smirk. You hum in response. Ejiro looks up for a moment, pondering your response. Tightening his grip on your waist, he pulls you in, closing the gap between both of you with a quick peck.

"I'll think about it."

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katsus-world · 1 year

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Mha boys reacting to you getting hurt on the battle field 😱

Characters: bakugou, kirishima 🤗

Warning: cussing (?) And mentions of injuries (not graphic at all tbh)

Boy he’s mad as soon as he hangs up the phone, getting the call from the hospital.

He’s not mad he’s absolutely worried

Get ready to be yelled at 😭

Of corse he’s more worried than angry but he can’t help but express himself through yells and lectures.

“What the fuck were you thinking?! You can’t just go jumping in front of villains y/n! What if something else happened?! What if he fucking killed you!? You have to think be-“

You roll your eyes, cutting him off

“Katsuki you would do the same thing if you were in my position! Don’t sit here and act like you’ve never gotten hurt before. This just comes with the job..”

You slowly sit up straight, your head pounding at your not so sudden movements. You wince as you place yourself straight. The wince obviously not going unnoticed by your very mad boyfriend.

“Tch, it doesn’t matter what I’ve done. You need to be more careful. You have to think y/n.”

He turns around, pulling the chair that was by the door to you. His eyes are filled with concern as he scans your scratched up face. A ping of guilt hits you as you try to reassure the worried hot head.

“Katsuki, I’m fine. Don’t worry, it’s only a couple of scratches. I’ll be better before you know it.

After the hospital

Once you get discharged from the hospital, it’s bed rest for you.

Did you really think he’d let you get out and just dump yourself into work again? Nope you finna stay in bed because you still have a mild concussion.

Would make sure your agency is taken care of. He’d take shifts with Kirishima who offered to help him. Wanting to help katsuki who is already stressed out w his own agency.

You sigh as you flip through the channels of the tv, looking for anything that can help you with the boredom that has stayed with you for the last hour or so.

Ping*

Katsu 🖤: hey I’m about to get off from patrol I’ll be home in 5.

You send a quick reply as you smile in content. Seeing him after a long day of doing nothing is the best.

“Hey I’m home!” You hear the door open as he calls out. Feeling his gauntlets hit the floor and his steps quickly making their way to your shared bedroom.

His tired frame looking back at you, a soft smile pulled at your lips as you opened your arms to him.

“How you feeling?” His gruff voice rumbled in his chest, sitting down on the bed to give you a peck on the lips, engulfing himself in your arms.

“Better now that you’re here.” The cheesy line making him roll his eyes playfully

You ask him about how his day was, listening to him rant about some dumbass reporter who shoved his microphone all too close to Katsuki’s face.

When you’re finally healed,

(about two weeks after, with the help of some medication and doctors with healing quirks),

Katsuki is a Little nervous to see you out in the field again 😭 but he trusts that nothing bad will happen to you

You’re smart you know how to take care of yourself. And well if something does happen, it’s only inevitable.

It comes with the job sadly.

Only thing he could do is trust you and your abilities, and hope to see you at your shared house.

Bro was on the verge of tears when he saw you.

Your pretty body all bandaged up, scratches on your legs and face.

He would most definitely tell you to be more careful, thinking of lecturing you but he’s more understanding than bakugou. He knows this happens so he wouldn’t be giving you a semi-hard time abt it.

Would most definitely be mad, not at you but the villain and especially if they got away!

“God, that fucking villain better hope I don’t find him!” You’ve never really seen him this mad, the red head looks like an actual dragon, smoke about to come out of his nose. 😭

“Ei, calm down. You look like bakugou.” You try to pop a joke, but it only makes his shoulders losen.

“Y/n, this isn’t funny. You could’ve gotten killed. And I know it comes with the job but..” his glossy eyes meet yours.

“Ejirou, don’t cry baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

He’d be so worried I can’t even 😭😭

You’d have to calm him down because he’d would just feel so bad.

It just makes him feel bad because he wasn’t able to protect you 😭

After the hospital

He would take a few days off of work to stay with you.

He’d keep you in bed though. Only letting you get up when you need to use the bathroom.

He’d clean your wounds and replace your bandages.

He’d smother you like a mf 😭

Always asking if you need something. He’d try and fluff your pillows to make you feel more comfortable.

At one point he’d ask you if you’re ok in the bathroom 😭

You can’t tell me he wouldn’t bc what if you fall?? What if you need help getting up??

Once he has to go back to work, he’d text you every chance he gets.

Would most definitely FaceTime you while he’s in his office doing paper work.

If he’s on patrol, he’d tell his assistant to call you, make sure you’re ok.

Would most definitely ask Mina to take you some food! Maybe stay with you a little so someone is taking care of you.

And so you’re not bored

When he comes home from work, he’d hang up his gear. Walking quickly to your bedroom and just plop down next to you on the bed.

“Hey babe. How are you feeling?” His yawns as he looks up at you, a toothy smile as he lays on his stomach.

“I’m feeling better ei.” Your hand meets his hair, grazing his scalp. The feeling making a chill go down his spine.

Once you’re ready to go back to work, he’d make sure to still text you every now and then.

Every 2 hours 😭

Like bakugou, he’d still be worried. This job is so hard on a person, and his love for you is so great that the fear of you getting hurt makes his chest ache.

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This was originally supposed to also have Midoriya but I got lazy 😭💔 not proof read sorry for any misspellings! Let me know if any of y’all want to read Midoriya’s reaction!

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jackkilmerlvr · 11 months

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Random chaotic kirishima bf headcanons

-kirishima as a boyfriend, i would imagine wouldn't shut up about you. like he'd be talking to his friends but suddenly everything reminds him of you and he must share every thought.

-speaking of sharing ever thought, i feel like he’d be the kinda boyfriend to share the most random thoughts and emotions

-”babe i feel half cold and half hot right now.” then nothing else but silence.

-i think he would always try to make you happy, especially because you’re someone he holds so dearly to his heart. For instance, if you said you liked his hair more when he wore it down (self projecting), that would automatically be how he wears his hair for the next week or so, just to make you happy.

-I feel like he's the kind of boyfriend to call you into a room just to do something stupid, like a little kid.

-”Babe can you come here for a moment.” and he's literally just wiggling his toes for 20 seconds straight with his tongue out.

-i could just imagine kiri being so self entertained. you could be cuddling with him, falling in and out of sleep, and you'll look over to see him on a coloring app on his phone. He'd be so into it too, brows furrowed in concentration.

#୨⎯ jack's wife ⎯୧ #kirishima x y/n #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x you #mha kirishima #bnha kirishima #kirishima headcanon #kirishima fluff #kirishima ejiro x reader #kirishima eijiro imagine #mha fluff

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obitohno · 1 year

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daydreaming about best friend! kirishima whose thoughts of you are anything but friendly.

fem! reader, 18+, friends to lovers, unrequited feelings, kiri is a jealous mess, hickeys, making out, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, dry humping, semi-angst, kiri is whipped with a capital W

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if there’s one of the very few things that kirishima dislikes about you the most, it’s the fact that you are so frustratingly oblivious, he swears that it’ll be the death of him.

long has he given up on pretending that he thinks of you as just another of his many friends, yet, he has become particularly well-practised in the act of feigning nonchalance each time you brush off his advances as another of his silly little jokes. it hurt, at first, because he really couldn’t understand why you never took him seriously, but over time, that tiny, bitter spark of pain has slowly morphed into a frustration that has him—too many a time, in bakugo’s opinion—forcing his friend to listen as he rambles away into the early hours of the morning whenever he decides to invite himself over to the blonde’s residence.

‘maybe she’s just not into you, shitty hair,’ was the response that had been snapped at him the last time he’d stayed over, and kirishima had swallowed down the crushing defeat that had churned at his stomach around a mouthful of beer.

still, he continues on with his plan to take the time out of his schedule to meet with you for dinner this friday evening—something which as long been a part of his weekly routine for the past year or so—and when you kiss him on the cheek just as he’s stepping past the threshold of the front door, throwing your arms around the broad expanse of his shoulders and exclaiming that he’s a godsend for bringing the bottle of wine that you’d requested hours before—because holy shit, kiri, this week has been absolute hell—his pulse stutters where it thrums at the side of his neck, because, truly, he isn’t sure just how much longer he can take this.

dinner appears as normal, with him pretending that he’s not sneaking glances at the shape of your mouth as he listens to you chatter on about just exactly why this week has been absolute hell, but really, he’s not entirely focusing on what you’re saying, as his attention is suddenly darting down towards where the woollen neckline of your oversized cardigan has slipped from your left shoulder to expose what he now sees to be a bruise on your collarbone.

‘what the hell is that?’

the words are snapped out from between his lips before he can stop himself, and when you pause to stare at him, wide eyed, he falters, shocked by the unfiltered bitterness that bites at his own tone. quickly, your fingers are scrabbling to tug the fabric of your cardigan back over your shoulder, a grimace crinkling the bridge of your nose.

‘it’s nothing.’

your answer is rushed, eyes darting away from his when he stares at you, hard. his eyes burn into surface of your cardigan as if he can see through it, and there’s an uncomfortable stretch of silence that serves nothing but to the stew the ugly boil of jealousy that has bile tickling at the back of his throat. ‘don’t look like nothin’ to me,’ he eventually grits out, trying, and failing to form a smile on the curve of his lips. it’s anything but genuine, evidently forced as it doesn’t reach his eyes, the corners of his mouth quickly turning downward when his gaze focuses on your shoulder once more.

‘it’s just a hickey, kiri,’ your eyes are rolling now, and that is what makes him snap.

‘just a hickey?’ his features are twisting into a sneer that just doesn’t look right on his face, brows furrowing together to form a frown that only makes him look all the more annoyed. he’s jabbing the tip of his index finger in the direction of your shoulder, leaning over the edge of the table to do so. ‘that ain’t just a hickey, it’s—’

‘it’s none of your business, is what it is,’ you’re frowning at him now, lips pressed into a straight line.

logically, he knows that what you’ve said isn’t a lie, but it cuts him, deep, and he physically flinches, slumping back into his seat. he forces down the lump that has formed at the back of his throat, trying his best to diminish the ache that has settled in the centre of his chest with an exhale.

it doesn’t work.

again, the two of you sit in silence, his stare pointedly aimed toward his unfinished plate of pasta, failing to notice the brief flicker of a smirk that tugs at the corners of your mouth. you allow him to filter through his own thoughts, busying yourself with tidying away your dishes, quickly downing the last of your wine before rising from your seat. the scrape of the chair legs dragging across the floor is what has his stare shifting, focusing on the space between your shoulders as you retreat into the kitchen, disappearing from his line of sight.

maybe she’s just not into you, shitty hair.

the words makes his head spin, dizzy with the mortification of his own lack of propriety. months, years, he’s spent dreaming of you, almost every waking second consumed by nothing but you, you, you.

and all of that has been ruined by the sight of that stupid little hickey.

bakugo was right.

you really aren’t into him.

nausea gnaws at his stomach, and embarrassingly so, he can feel the tell-tale bite of tears stinging just beneath his lashes, his sclera glistening wetly. rapidly, he blinks, because who the hell does he think he is, crying pathetically into his plate of pasta? he’s fucking red riot, for god’s sake.

his throat vibrates with the force of which he clears his throat, and from where he sits, he can hear you, the gentle clinks of the pots and pans accompanied by the opening and closing of the cupboard doors. but quickly, the noise of the kitchen tinkers into silence, and when you fail to re-emerge, it is he who relents, seeking you first.

half-eaten plate of pasta now cold, he swipes it from the table with the intention of at least aiding you with the tidying, especially now that his appetite has ceased to exist. only, once he ducks his way into the kitchen, his arm outstretched with the aim to place his plate onto the counter, his eyes immediately focus onto you—a very naked you—perched on the opposing counter like a carefully placed piece of bone china.

an inhuman noise scratches from the back of his throat, and the plate of uneaten pasta slips from his fingers, the contents splattering onto the tiled floor in a gooey mess that intermingles with the now shattered ceramic.

voice catching on a flustered yelp, he blurts some form of an apology, cheeks aflame, stuck between wanting to tidy the mess that he’s made, and also gawking at every inch of bare skin that has his breath hitching, faltering horribly when your thighs part to reveal just the tiniest flash of your cunt. slack jawed, he stills by the doorway, the crimson of his irises stretched wide as he hesitates, evidently unsure of which situation he should attend to first, eyes reluctantly tearing from you to dart toward the mess on the floor.

luckily, you make the decision for him, beckoning him forth with a whisper of his given name.

‘leave it, eiji.’

‘… but the—’

‘leave it.’

and, fuck, he really, really wants to. but he also feels a tad guilty for leaving such a mess—bakugo would have his neck for even considering it.

but, again, luckily, you aren’t bakugo, and so when you encourage him closer a second time, the crook of your index and middle fingers inviting him to the other side of the room, he’s quick to follow the instruction.

your thighs spread, widening to accommodate the width of his hips, greedily wrapped tight around him just a second later. startled by your enthusiasm, he pants a coy chuckle, unsure of where to put his hands, pupils blown wide as he watches, transfixed by the rise and fall of your breasts with each breath that you inhale through your nostrils. he settles for supporting his weight on his hands, palms pressed flat to the cool marble of the countertop, and bowed above you like this, he’s privy to the way that your slit glistens for him, your folds parted along with the stretch of your thighs.

‘oh fuck,’ he chokes on another strained laugh, stammering when his stare then fixates to the dribble of slick that is slowly forming a puddle beneath the curve of your behind. unbeknownst to him, you’re just as giddy as he is, disbelief swelling inside you, especially as he’s failed to notice that in between entering the kitchen and removing your clothes, you’d also taken the time to quickly swipe away the ‘bruise’ with a splash of water. somehow, what had started as a silly idea, born from the frustration of life somehow finding a way to cockblock you for months on end, has actually worked.

in all of the time that you’ve known the redhead, you’d never pegged him as the jealous type, but if the hunger that has filtered its way into his heated stare is a promised reaction, then you’re not above making him jealous over and over again. especially when it finally has him pressed to you like this, his jean-clad crotch brushing over the exposed nub of your clit. your fingers come to tickle their way beneath the hem of his t-shirt, your nails skimming over the muscles that tense and harden beneath your searing touch.

‘how ‘bout you gimme a hickey of your own?’

instantly, his eyes snap toward where that damned hickey had been, only, the frown that now mars the space between his brows is one formed with confusion.

‘huh—?’

through heavily lidded eyes, you watch the exact moment that realisation dawns upon him, his lips parting, nostrils flaring—with arousal or annoyance, you’re not sure. the reds of his eyes snap to yours, and there’s a flash of his teeth as he smiles down at you, lips twisting meanly.

‘you fuckin’—’

he’s silenced by the shape of your mouth moulding to his.

‘mfph!’

the taste of you is overwhelming, and his knees buckle, the right one harshly colliding with the cupboard door when you roughly tug him closer, the length of your fingers buried between the crimson tresses of his hair. tonight is one of the rare nights that he wears it loose from its usual up-do, and you’re more than willing to take advantage of the fact that he’s done so, pulling at the length to guide his head to the left, tilting your own as his tongue guides its way into the heat of your mouth.

he kisses just as excitedly as you’d imagined, enthusiastically licking his way over the ridges of your teeth and along the bumps of the roof of your mouth before wetly sliding across the flat of your tongue. he eagerly swallows the breathy moan that you offer, echoing the sound with one of his own, the blunt edges of his nails biting into the meat of your hip, his pelvis canting toward yours. the swell of his cock is the perfect distraction, your clit throbbing in approval when your fingers dislodge from his hair to busy themselves with hurriedly unbuckling his belt, anticipation beating a rapid pulse at your throat as you listen to the dull thud! of the metal clinking upon the floor once the denim has been impatiently shoved down the muscled length of his legs.

between his thighs, blood has pumped his girth full, the pink of his slit swollen, weeping a sap that smears a mess over your clit as his length glides between your seeping folds.

your pitched mewl of approval is muffled to his temple, the press of his lips now aimed for your pulse, his teeth grazing along the stretch of your neck, which tilts to accommodate the way that he mouths a mark to the surface of your skin. his frenulum catches on your clit, and the yelp that escapes you is one that has him groaning, the blunts of his teeth nipping at your collarbone next.

‘eiji,’ you gasp below him, encouraging the experimental nudge of his tip at your opening with a roll of your hips. and as your glittering hole stretches around the width of him, his prick claims ownership of the cavern of your weeping cunt, and his mark at your throat stings with the promise of many more to come.

some dreams really do come true.

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I Regret Bonus - Kirishima x Reader

Masterlist: Here

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Gender: AFAB

Warnings: Vaginal fingering, A/B/O quirk, arousal quirk, crampie, thigh riding, unsafe sex - not good with terminology to let me know if I've missed anything!

Notes: Couldn't leave my boy Kirishima out ;n;

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'I regret everything.' I whined as I laid in my bed, thighs heavy with slick as I came for the 12th time that morning. It has only been an hour or so since I'd awoken to an aching need in my cunt that was impossible to ignore and a fever so hot that I was starting to see stars.

I was exhausted and yet nowhere near satisfied. I knew I was going to need to call in sick with how painful this arousal is.

It took me a while to figure out what the cause was. At first I thought I'd been hit with an arousal quirk in my sleep, as impossible as that is. However the more I looked into the quirks I'd copied at random that took my interest, I discovered something that I didn't know when I copied the quirks.

Quirk: A/B/O

This quirk gives the user characteristics of the A/B/O genre, including giving them a second gender. This gives them claws and fangs that can retract as well as basics such as enhanced senses and physiological changes such as scent glands and enhanced animalistic thinking.

Quirk: Estrus

This quirk gives the user the ability to cast uncontrollable arousal in individuals who are touched or are within a 5 m distance.

Apparently, this included heat and rut cycles as well as an estrus cycle, the latter of which is experienced because of the quirk with the same name - side effects of both quirks. It's not helped by the fact that I was weeping out of every hole - even my ass now had a uterus and there was a third uterus with a vaginal opening between my anus and normal vagina, both with slick pouring out of them, like male Omega’s get in the Omegaverse and it was killing me. Three vaginas was too much to contend with when all I had were handheld toys at my disposal.

'I don't have enough hands for this shit.'

What made things worse was that I was capable of experiencing a mating season as well as a heat or a rut despite not being an Alpha, which confused me. I was clearly an Omega - even having the male equivalent of uteruses.

To cum more readily I even activated a quirk that gave me both male and female genitalia but the friction, despite my slick, was starting to hurt my sensitive head and thick knot that had formed from my last orgasm, and I was nowhere near feeling satisfied. So I deactivated it and wiped my hands clean before searching for my phone with disdain.

I am irritable and whiny all whilst pining for an Alpha to be submissive towards. It's a weird concoction that I wasn't appreciating as I laid in what I now realised was a nest of blankets and pillows I'd created to house myself as I cried from over and under stimulation.

Everything was made worse by the fact that I had no clue how long this would last.

‘Is this monthly or annually?’

The more I looked into this quirk the worse I felt, especially as I discovered I would have an annual mating season, would go into heat monthly, would go into estrus biweekly and would go in a rut whenever someone else experienced either one of these phenomena - so I could experience all of these at once, as I was, on top of an estrus cycle that corresponds with my menstrual cycle. I would’ve breathed a sigh of relief if I didn’t remember that there are many other people who would go through heat, estrus and or mating season, meaning I would be triggered into a rut by these and could even be triggered just by using the Estrus quirk.

‘I blame Tokoyami’s mating season…!’ I groaned, ‘Then at least it would just be a heat, estrus and a mating season…’

I wanted to cry.

“I can’t take this any more.” I moaned, deciding quickly I needed to call the school and explain what was going on. I needed help with this; there must be someone with a similar quirk that they’ve known about. After all, I copied these things from someone else.

Much to my surprise, when I explained to the receptionist I needed to speak to Aizawa, I was passed to him relatively quickly.

“(L/N)-san.” he greeted, “Are you unwell?”

“Something like that.” I groaned, crossing my legs tightly, “I’m in a very… difficult situation and I need some guidance.”

“I can help you in class if you want?” he begged, “If you get here sooner we can discuss it before class.”

“I… I don’t know if I can come to class.” I basically whispered. Aizawa frowned at this on the other side of the line with concern.

“Should I be concerned, (L/N)-san?” I sighed.

“I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you tell me the problem first?” he begged, walking down the hallway to get away from people, realising quickly that this was a private conversation, “Then I can tailor my aid better.” I groaned.

“This is going to be super awkward, so I’m sorry.” I warned, earning a grunt which sent a painful zap towards my clit, making me flush, “I copied a quirk.”

“Uh-huh…” he nodded when I didn’t say anything else for a few seconds.

“It’s given me a clusterfuck of hormones.” I explained slowly, “I’m essentially experiencing a mating season, a heat and a rut simultaneously as well as an estrus cycle - they are different. And I’m a bit scared.”

“... I wasn’t expecting that.” he admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “I assume you’re in halls?” I nodded.

“Yeah.” I laughed humorlessly, “I know, right? I only discovered this would happen today because it’s happening now.

“I didn’t think to look at the weaknesses when I copied the quirk. It just seemed so interesting I couldn’t pass it up. Even if I edit the quirks I can't get rid of what I'm experiencing right now.”

“Stay in the halls.” he confirmed, “I’ll do some research and see what strings I can pull. You won’t be the first to experience either one of those things and I doubt you’ll be the last.

“For now, remain in your room. I’ll explain to the class that you’re having some… complications with your quirk and not to visit you.” he hummed, looking over at the watch on his wrist, “I’ll try to contact you by the end of the day and recommend you stockpile some food whilst the others are gone.” I nodded.

“Thanks sensei. I appreciate it.” he nodded.

“I’ll talk to you later. Stay safe.”

“You, too.”

And just like that I breathed a sigh of relief and laid back down, hand drifting down to my painfully empty holes and clit, only to come away with heavy slick dripping from my fingers. I groaned, pulling my head into a pillow and screaming for a few minutes before going back to playing with myself, unable to hold on for much longer without some kind of stimulation.

“-I heard there’s a new dessert in the cafeteria today.” Bakugou rolled his eyes at Denki as he walked with pep in his step besides himself and Kirishima. He didn’t say anything as Kirishima raised his brows and begged back what it was as though he didn’t know himself.

Bakugou played along.

However Denki eyed Bakugou with a triumphant grin as he confirmed, “A spicy chocolate mousse!”

“Sounds right up your street, huh, Bakugou?”

“Hn.” he noted, not sparing a glance towards either party as he entered the classroom, making his way towards his desk. Denki deflated at the response, following Bakugou besides Kirishima.

“Aw man, did Kirishima already tell you?!” Said red-head shook his head.

“Nah man. That’s just Bakugou for you.” he chuckled, earning another eye roll from the spiky haired fellow.

“Doesn’t it excite you?!” Denki whined, earning a snort.

“Do I look excited?” he begged sarcastically.

“C’mon Bakubro!” Kirishima chimed in, slinging his arm around him, “You love spice!” Bakugou gave a ‘tch’ before shoving him off.

“Whatever, Shitty Hair. And don't call me that!"

Denki, deflated, made his way over to Shinsou whilst Kirishima continued to make small talk with Bakugou.

“Good morning, students.” Aizawa greeted, catching everyone off guard, Denki and Kirishima running to their seats as soon as he entered the room.

“You’re here early, sir?” Yaoyorozu spoke up, raising her arm. Aizawa nodded.

“I have an announcement.” he confirmed, “As you know, Tokoyami is still off. However (L/N)-san is having some complications with her quirk.

“As a result it would be wise for you all to leave her be in her room and don’t communicate with her until it resolves. It’s likely to last for at least a week.”

“So we won’t see her at all?” Ashido begged, earning the shake of a head.

“But what about food?” Hagakure begged, “(L/N)-san eats a lot.” Aizawa removed some of his hair from his face, thinking about the response, before answering.

“We might need to ask one of you to deliver the food to her door.” he concluded with distaste, “It’s not ideal but it’s imperative that all of you leave her alone. It might be best to have one of the girls to deliver the meals…” he sighed, fingers to the bridge of his nose, “Although that might not help.”

“Is she well?” Uraraka begged, concerned. Aizawa nodded.

“She’s not sick. It’s just something related to her quirk.”

“Why do they have to be female?” Iida begged, raising his arm. Aizawa groaned.

“It’s not necessary. But it would be best that all the men stay away from her door.”

“Why?” Kirishima begged, “What would require only the men to stay away?”

“Is it the same reason as Tokoyami?” Asui begged, raising her hand before Aizawa could respond. He sighed.

“Wait, why is Tokoyami away?” Midoriya begged her way.

“Mating season.” Asui noted casually with a shrug.

"Oh hell yeah!" Mineta cheered, causing Sero to cringe.

"You are banned from that floor, Mineta." Aizawa warned, his hair flying all over the place as he glared, earning a gulp from the boy. His words caused everyone to turn back to Aizawa, who was rubbing his temples.

“It’s a private matter. That’s all you need to know.” Bakugou raised a brow at this.

“So who’s gonna feed her?” he begged with a glare. Immediately everyone turned to Bakugou, causing his brow to twitch violently, “Why me?!”

“You love cooking.” Todoroki stated as though it were obvious. Shinsou snorted and Bakugou ‘tched’ and looked away sharply, glaring ahead of him as Aizawa looked at his watch again before divulging into the remaining announcements, none of which really kept Kirishima's attention. He didn't often pay attention in class, so this wasn't new. But this time he had a focus on his mind as his brain kept thinking back to (F/N).

The pair had grown close since they're both part of Bakugou's little group. She was down to spar at any time and offered when Bakugou was busy and the rest was history. She always managed to get the upper hand in situations and it amazed him, her strategic mind.

So to hear she was in trouble didn't sit well with him. He wanted to help - had to. He just wasn't sure how, so he spent most of the remainder of the day trying to think up ways to get her better and sooner rather than later.

I waited and waited until I knew the coast was clear. The only other person would’ve been Tokoyami two floors below, but he was staying at home, so for the first time I was on my own in the halls. Despite this, I was nervous to leave the safety of my nest to the point that I waited for far longer than I needed to.

It just didn’t feel right.

Opening the door I went to walk forward, but found myself freezing in the spot at all the scents.

“Oh… my god.” I reeled, gulping.

It took me a good few minutes just standing there in order to get used to all the smells. Some were pleasant, some were repulsive.

But others were tasty.

‘The strongest scent is…’ I realised quickly, mouth watering, ‘Bakugou’s…’

My scent-clouded mind wasn’t so surprised by this reveal. Bakugou smells like burnt caramel normally, so it’d make sense that I’d be attracted to it. It really was a no-brainer, even if I longed not to be attracted to the interesting scent, just glad that he wasn't here to witness this. It's not like I was actually interested in him beyond his tantalising smell.

The scent that I wasn't expecting to be drawn to, however, was that of Shinsou's. It was soft and tantalising. Like a comfortable cloud. It made me relax and feel like curling up and taking a nap despite my current circumstances.

What was more interesting was the minty freshness that was Todoroki’s scent I could detect from the elevator.

‘It’s almost spicy to the senses.’ I mused, feeling a wave of calmness wash over me.

Again, it didn’t surprise me that I felt myself drifting his way. Todoroki was very attractive and we had been getting closer as of late. It was almost predictable.

Above all else, however, was a familiar scent that belonged to no one other than Kirishima. His smell was the second strongest next to Bakugou and I was thoroughly enjoying sniffing around his room like a feral beast, desperate to taste him.

I had to slap myself to stop myself from following their scents and instead made a beeline for the kitchen and raided my pantry, grabbing every snack and unspoilable food I could before running back to my room. I was as quick as I could feasibly be. But as I went to close the door, I found myself peeking outside and down the hallway towards Bakugou's room.

I shook my head.

‘I can’t go sneaking in his room.’ I scolded myself as my Omega whined at me, begging to investigate. I shook my head again as I felt my thighs clench and almost whined myself.

“No. I can’t.” But I didn’t move away from the door.

‘... Ugh why does he have to smell like that?!’ I cursed, looking back down the hall. Before I even realised what I was doing, I was sneaking towards Kirishima's room, as though I were about to be caught at any moment. I could feel Aizawa scolding me, but of course it never came since he was in class with everyone else.

‘This would be so amoral of me…’

Despite knowing this, I found myself grasping the doorknob. I cringed at the squeak as the door opened, but I was quickly blindsided by the absolute raw stench of his scent and felt my Omega trill in happiness.

From there I had zero control of myself as I entered his room, sniffing deeply as I attempted to fill my entire lungs with his scent.

Naturally, his bed smelt the strongest. And I couldn’t stop myself from lying on it and taking a deep breath of his pillow. With little effort I could fall asleep here and God did I want to.

However, I didn’t want to be caught by a cleaner or anything, so I regretfully removed myself from his bedding and skulked around his room with intrigue.

It was busy. Lots of posters and personables. Books were strewn about the place and there were papers everywhere along with clothing all over the floor.

It was a mess, really. But it was his den and right then it smelled like home.

I couldn’t help rummaging through his things as though I were searching for something. But I was careful enough to put everything back exactly as I found it before eyeing the exit with disappointment.

‘I need to leave.’ I concluded, anxiously, ‘I need to get back to my room.’ despite feeling safe immersed in his scent. Regardless, I needed to get back and the need to hide was strong.

I couldn’t force myself to leave quickly. I eyed the bed and whined before eyeing his dirty clothing on the floor with a dangerous thought in my mind.

‘I can’t.’ I argued as I looked inside, moving things around a bit as I took in his scent further, ‘He’d so notice if I took something of his.’

As if that was the only reason not to steal his clothing like some kind of smell-pervert.

‘Man I’ve really stooped to a new low.’ I concluded as I pawed at a shirt of his that smelt the strongest. Instincts told me I needed it for my nest and no matter how much I tried to rationalise, I found myself stealing the shirt and running back to my room to hide - from everyone and my shame.

I was grateful to Aizawa for warning off the rest of the class now that I’d committed a crime. But the way my Omega praised my decision left me feeling euphoric, especially as I snuggled the shirt and preened the den I’d created.

I spent most of my time preening, snuggling Kirishima's shirt and masterbating. It was a simple routine as I stored my snacks carefully as though I was creating a proper den to live in. And I supposed I was, given I’d be stuck here for the next however long it would be before I could go back to normal.

When I started to hear the whirl of the elevator and the sounds of people talking that was my first clue that school was over. My next clue was the knock at my door.

Knock! Knock!

My head snapped up as I took in the scent by the door. It was Shoji.

"Uh… just wanted to let you know we're all thinking of you, (L/N). We'll be here when you're ready for us."

I felt myself swell with happiness even if I found myself growling at the intrusion. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything back though as the girls muttered to one another quietly before going to their individual rooms. I found myself on edge, listening intently to everyone returning to their dorms or going elsewhere as I hid in my nest.

I had no idea how anxiety-inducing it would be now that everyone was back. But now I knew: it’s very anxiety-inducing.

I managed to fall asleep by burrowing myself with blankets and pillows. However I stirred when I sensed someone outside of my door, hearing them muttering curses to themselves.

That’s when I realised it was Kirishima of all people.

I practically leaped out of my nest, thoroughly ruining it, and leaned across the door, taking in a deep breath of his scent. It was then I realised I smelt something else tasty and wondered if he’d made food for me.

My heart and Omega leapt at the thought.

“Food, food, food!" he knocked, “I’m leaving it out here for you!”

'For me…?'

I had to claw at myself not to open the door and jump on him. Taking deep breaths I tried to focus on the smell of the food instead of the smell of Kirishima as I listened to his footsteps recede. And only when I was sure he’d retreated did I open the door and take the contents, eating quickly before leaving the bowl outside of the door as he had done.

This continued morning and evening for the next few days and sadly I wasn’t improving despite ordering new toys and other kinky tools to try and earn some relief. I was extremely grateful for Aoyama bringing them to me, oblivious to the contents, grateful that he wasn't hoping he’d get to see me when he knocked on the door. I heard him sit down outside of it as he began telling me about what I’d missed at school.

It was sweet of him.

“Deku lost it at that.” he revealed, keeping me on the edge of my seat, “I've never seen him so angry.

"Also what's going on with him and Uraraka?" I laughed, something he didn’t hear as I was hidden under the covers of my den.

I considered sitting by the door, but I was too desperate for a release, I worried I’d open it and ruin everything. And of all people, as wonderful as Aoyama is, my rational brain and Omega didn't want to have sex with him.

Only Kirishima would work. He was my prime Alpha.

So I didn’t and waited for him to leave before taking the box and abusing its contents.

By the time I had finished it was dinner time, and I basically sat glued to the door with blankets on me as I listened for Kirishima to arrive.

The strength of the symptoms seemed to wax instead of wane as time went on and I realised I was starting to really struggle when I heard his familiar footsteps coming towards the door. I breathed in greedily when I was greeted with his scent and moaned at the delicious smell, feeling myself until he paused at the door and knocked.

"Knock Knock!" Kirishima beamed through the door, "Food, (L/N)!"

I didn't move from my position as I attempted to process that he was at my door. When I did I ended up tumbling over my blankets and smacked into the door.

"Ouch…" I muttered, rubbing my head as Kirishima jumped, surprised at the sudden noise.

"... Uh you okay in there?" I groaned.

"Mostly…" I muttered as I took in his delicious scent from the doorway.

"You trip?"

"Maybe…" he sighed and chuckled.

"Need me to look at it?" I purred at the thought.

Without another word I cracked the door open and peaked out. Kirishima hadn't seen me looking quite so ragged and feverish before and was slightly taken aback. Especially as I opened up the door for him to reveal my attire which did little to hide my figure and my aching cunt - the slick was practically pooling and he immediately flushed in surprise.

However his attention was at the mark on my head and knee that had already started to bruise and bleed. He sighed and shook his head before entering, pulling me to the bed before going for the med kit he knew I kept in the bathroom.

Sitting beside me he gently took my leg and placed it on his lap so he could get a better look. I watched with awe as he delicately dabbed a piece of cotton with antiseptic before placing a bandaid over the wound. He then grinned up at me.

"All better." He beamed, placing my leg back on the bed carefully before leaning over and grasping my cheek, "Let's look at your forehead now…" he hummed, sticking his tongue out as he got more cotton doused in antiseptic.

The whole time I watched him. The way his eyes glowed in the light of my fairy lights. The way he would grit his teeth when I flinched from the sting of the antiseptic. I hadn't realised just how beautiful this creature was.

When he pulled back to get another bandaid I stopped him. He looked at me, confused as I sat up on my knees so I could look down at him. He gave me a quizzical look as I leaned down before taking his lips.

Kirishima didn't pull back. In fact he immediately reciprocated in a long, sweet kiss. It felt passionate. It took my breath away.

"I need you." I breathed.

Kirishima looked surprised at this before it turned to contemplation. He looked away, cheeks reddened.

"I don't want to take advantage of you." He admitted. I tilted my head.

"You can't be taking advantage of me if I've liked you all this time." He blinked, looking up at me with surprise.

"Really?" I smiled, eyes hooded with love as I caressed his cheeks.

"Of course, Love."

He took a moment to process what I said before he leaned up and kissed me again. However he was the one to try and deepen the kiss, which I reciprocated readily. It soon got heated as he tugged on my hair, earning a moan into the kiss as I yanked on his t-shirt. Our tongues battled for dominance and he was winning. But I didn't care.

I pulled away only to force his shirt over his head, causing him to laugh as he helped remove it.

"Impatient." He teased, earning a kiss on the nose. With flushed cheeks he pulled me onto his lap and began to make out with me again, earning breathy moans when I ground down on his groin. I smirked into the kiss, earning a nip on my bottom lip. When I gasped he sucked on it before smirking back at me with teeth showing.

'Two could play at that game.'

I rocked my hips, earning a hiss and making me grin down at him. However I didn't have long to react as he pulled me to sit firmly on his meaty thigh before grabbing my ass and pulling me into rocking against his thigh. This earned him a moan as the fabric of his trousers caught my clit.

Kirishima smirked up at me again as I lost myself in the sensation, him rubbing small circles into my hips and ass as he continued to guide me along his thigh. Only when I began to rock more rapidly did he start to nibble and suck at my jaw and down my throat.

When he tugged at my shirt I removed it, discarding it in a random direction across the room. To my surprise he leaned back and looked up at me with a loving gaze, filled with awe.

"You look beautiful, Sweetheart."

I felt my cunt clench and so did he. He smirked but said nothing before sitting back up to go at my jaw before moving down my neck again. When my hips began to stutter he encouraged me to continue, taking one of my nipples in his mouth to give a long suck.

"Ejirou…" I panted. He nodded, tongue twirling around the sensitive bud before popping off.

"C'mon Beautiful." He encouraged, slapping my ass before kneading the same area, "You can cum for me, can't you?"

I nodded feverently. I was seeing stars as I got off on his thick thigh. I was getting close and he spent most of his time just watching me, gently kneading my ass or breast and giving my neck little nips. He wanted to see me when I came and it wasn't long before I was fulfilling that wish.

"Ejirou…!" I whined, "I'm close!"

"You can do it, (F/N)." He whispered into my ear, "Cum, Beautiful."

"I-I'm gonna…!" I screamed his name, eyes rolling back as pleasure washed over me. My hips rolled a few more times through my high before stuttering to a stop as I came down from my high.

"Beautiful." He smiled, moving a piece of my hair from my face as he looked up at me. It was then as I became more lucid that I realised I'd ruined his pants with my slick. But he didn't seem to mind as his hands glided around my body.

"Need knot." I whined, thighs clenching at the discomfort. Kirishima wasn't sure what that meant, but it didn't take much thinking to realise I was likely talking about wanting to have sex with him.

"C'mere." He ordered and I obeyed as he put me into position, ass up in the air as I kicked off my underwear. Slick dropped down my thighs and he tutted, "Such a mess down here."

Kirishima licked up my thighs and across my aching pussy, taking a taste. However before I could get any stimulation he pulled away. I whined, looking back at him only to silence myself as he pulled down his trousers and boxers in one fell swoop.

To say I was surprised was an understatement. Although I wasn't sure what to expect, exactly, I realised quickly it was good he'd worked me up so much because he was big.

Kirishima climbed over to me, hand on his erection as he pumped it a few times. It drooled precum giving it a slick appearance. He wasted little time in lining himself up at my entrance. However he was hesitant to push further.

"Tell me if it hurts." He warned. I nodded, wiggling my butt at him and causing him to spank me again.

He was slow as he pushed in. It was a stretch but I could take it with the amount of slick I produced being a big help. I groaned as his head made entry, eager to rock back and take him fully but his ironclad grip on my hips prevented me.

"We have plenty of time, Sweetheart." He chuckled at my eagerness. I whined. However to my surprise when he was mostly in he slammed the rest in, causing me to yelp in surprise.

"Better?" I purred at that and nodded, not trusting my voice as I felt him beginning to pull out again, less slowly.

Kirishima began a slow pace, being careful to stretch me out. But after he was well situated, his pace and brutality picked up. He had his hand in my hair, pulling me up so he could listen to my pathetic howling as he fucked me hard and rough from behind.

"This better, yeah?" He begged as I bounced on his cock and nodded.

"Y-yes! Please! Don't stop, E-Ejirou!" I begged as he slammed into me over and over again.

"That's what I thought. You like it rough, huh, Beautiful? Yeah you do."

I was seeing stars again as his brutal pace increased even more. I could feel his quirk working in his hands as he gripped onto me tightly but I didn't mind. It was actually a turn on to experience his quirk in this setting.

However one of his hands left my hips so that he could thumb at my clit, the other pushing me into the bed by the hair.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He moaned, pounding away, the loud slaps sounding throughout the room loudly, ricocheting off the walls.

I was getting close again and Kirishima could tell by the way my cunt fluttered around him. It milked him for all its worth and left him a moaning mess on top of me. He began to nip at my neck as he continued to pound into me, doing his best to get me there.

"You can do it, Beautiful." He encouraged again, "I need you to cum for me, okay?"

With a few more thrusts I came hard on his cock and screamed into the bedding. As I did my cunt clenched around him tightly and he hissed out a moan.

"So tight."

Kirishima continued to thrust into me deeply, so deep I was sure he'd bruised my cervix. But I didn't mind, feeling him deep inside was delectable. So when he came, painting my insides white, I mewled.

"Fuck…!"

Kirishima's hips stalled after riding through his high before collapsing to my side. Turning over I cuddled into his chest as his arms immediately went around my body, pulling me close.

"Better?" He begged, kissing my temple. I hummed, snuggling in close, nuzzling his neck.

"Better."

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fanficriter · 7 days

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BNHA SMAU

Calling the BNHA Boys Bro

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Ejiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Tamaki Amajiki

Fem Reader

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Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugou

Shoto Todoroki

Ejiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Tamaki Amajiki

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maroonswan · 1 year

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Thinking about coming home after a rough day and asking your partner, Kirishima Ejirou, to cuddle with you. He’s a little taken a back with worry but can tell you’re really upset. So, he denies his first instinct to start questioning you on what’s wrong. He just nods in agreement and asks for “just a few” to finish up what he’s doing before joining you in your shared bed or on the couch, cradling you in his arms.

You nuzzle your face into his warm solid chest, listening to his heartbeat. And, despite finding it extremely cute he still asks if you prefer the comfort of an actual pillow. You shake your head.

“Just want to lay with you,” you mumble, already half asleep, and it melts his heart. Kirishima has to stop himself from crying as he kissed your forehead and nuzzles into your hair. He’s just...so happy you find his mere presence so comforting.

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writing-bakugo · 1 year

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Working on a Kirishima fic and have no direction so thought I'd share my biggest headcanon that I've been keeping secret but can't anymore because its TOO good.

Kirishima's Significant Other

Everything weighed him down. Yes, he had his dream job. Yes, he worked close with his friends. Yes, he saved people.

But no one told him how lonely being a pro would be.

Kirishima was trying his hardest. He truly was. But after the third dead person he couldn't save in a single week? It was no secret his smile had started to shrink when he wasn't working and his shoulders slumped more and more.

Of course he did what he could. He was a good man and went to therapy every week and did exactly as the therapist recommended. He even did service projects where he would go help cook or clean at orphanages or homeless shelters.

But no one warned him being a pro would be like this. There was no preparation for the weight that pros carried on their shoulders. And it didn't matter that he was alone.

Kirishima was so terribly alone. After watching all his high school friends get married one after another—even Bakugo, the most unstable man in existence—Kirishima wondered what was wrong with him.

It's not like he didn't have a plethora of fans dying to date him. But none of them lit so much as a spark under him. It wasn't their fault, he just...wasn't interested.

But maybe if he had someone waiting at home for him the weight wouldn't be so bad. If he had a home to come home to, maybe the stress could melt away and he'd finally relax.

His weeks had a routine to them. Monday-Wednesdays were patrol days, Thursday was his day off, Friday-Sundays he was on call. Which he tended to get called in.

So that left Thursdays being the only day of the week that he could do his laundry, clean his kitchen (like his mother taught him), buy groceries, meal prep (Kirishima has a strict diet), and go to therapy.

Hectic, methodical life. Always in motion but never participating. So Kirishima dragged himself to the store and unsurprisingly was swarmed by fans who wanted his autograph.

One even had the gall to ask for his number. She looked like she was in middle school.

And then he was finally in the frozen food section searching for frozen chicken. He always bought the same brand, same packaged chicken. Not for any particular reason, but because it was easy to remember with the bright red logo.

He tossed the last bag in his basket and made to leave when you appeared and frowned at the empty freezer. You wore loose mom jeans and a plain t-shirt with purple stains on it. Your hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and you didn't even bother with makeup.

When you noticed him, you smiled. "You got the last one! Lucky!"

"Oh yeah," Kirishima said and watched you scan the freezer for a replacement. "Do you want it?"

"Huh? No! That's yours! I couldn't!"

"Here." He held it out like some sort of treaty before you shook your head and he laughed. "I insist."

"I suppose if you insist," you said and took the bag. "Thank you! Do you need help finding more?"

"I'm not too worried about it," Kirishima said before reaching into the freezer for ground beef.

You slightly bowed before you went on your way. A few years earlier, Kirishima had a pretty good meal plan surrounded by beef, so he figured he could change it up a bit a make his old recipes.

When he stood in the checkout line, he saw you two registers down. You bowed slightly and apologized before pointing at a cake mix. The cashier set it to the side and Kirishima's eyes widened. Did she not have enough for a cake mix?

The register opened and he turned away, letting the person behind him go before he rushed to the baking aisle and grabbed a cake mix. He didn't really know what he was doing, but it was his hero's duty. And who knew? It could be your birthday or something and you really wanted a cake.

When he checked out, he looked through the doors and wondered if you'd gone far. Kirishima rushed the cashier before he grabbed his three bags and ran out the door.

There you were. You were struggling with putting your bags on the back of a bike and Kirishima grinned when he came over.

"Sorry, I noticed you wanted one of these, so..."

Your eyes widened. "How...thank you." You bowed deeply. "Thank you."

"Yeah, no biggie."

The next week passed. And the next. He didn't see you at the grocery store either times. But, third time's a charm when you appeared and pulled out a bag of frozen chicken.

"Looks like there's enough for both of us, huh?" Kirishima asked when he put a bag in his basket.

"Oh hey! How are you?" You asked. "Thank you so much for the cake, by the way. I didn't know what to do. It was my baby boy's birthday and I wanted to make it special but money's tight right now."

Baby boy. Kirishima stared at you with a drooped smile. He noticed orange stains on your pink shirt and your hair was disheveled like it'd been pulled and of course he would think about someone who already had a family. How embarrassing.

But just like him, honestly.

"No big deal," he halfheartedly said.

You sighed. "Seriously, you were a lifesaver. After his dad skipped town three years ago, it's been so hard."

Wait. Kirishima gawked. "What?"

"Yeah," you deflated and stared at the ground. "My ex went crazy one day and said he wanted nothing to do with us. I'm happy my boy wasn't old enough to remember him or any of it, but jeez. He's five now but I don't even know how men shave. Like do you do just your face or is there other parts of the body? Or even attempting to explain puberty," you shuddered, "and who's going to teach him to tie a tie? And—I'm sorry. You don't want to hear about all my woes!"

Kirishima didn't know why he went home that night relieved that your ex had left. He also didn't know why he was imagining your kid over and over and he didn't know why he found himself standing in the frozen meat aisle just waiting for you to show up on the next Thursday.

And when you did, Kirishima held a bag of frozen chicken out for you and cleared his throat. "Do you want to go out sometime?"

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I 10000000000% see Kirishima being the kind to fall in love with someone with a kid and 1000000000000% adopt the kid. He'd make the PERFECT adoptive dad. Totally the kind of man who'd say "no it's not your kid it's MY kid." 1000000000% ya'll

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