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kentocidal · 9 months

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lucky winner

users: piercer!bakugou x afab!fem!reader x tattoo artist!kirishima

internal warnings: descriptions of needles/tattoos/piercings as they occur, long fic, wow there's plot in this!, consensual threeway, established krbk, oral (m and f!receiving), piv, spit, size kink, light dacryphilia, spitroasting, inaccurate positioning, ask to tag

internal notes: three way won the poll so i went ham. my fault og. final word count somehow came to 5.2k ish.

new notifications: @kaedescara

you stared blankly at the notification on your phone, wide-eyed and jaw agape. you blinked slowly, rubbed a hand down your face, and then clicked your phone off and back on again. the screen lit back up to your screensaver and the single notification that sat covering it. ‘@sincitytattoojp tagged you in their story! check it out!’

you looked up from your phone to your friend, who you now realized was calling your name and snapping her fingers. “uh, hello? earth to y/n? what’s going on? did your ex message you or something?”

“i think i won something.” you mumbled, turning your phone to show your friend. she furrowed her brows together and took your phone from your hand, studying the notification before cracking a grin.

“is this that tattoo parlor in tokyo that you keep talking about hypothetically going to?” she laughed as she punched in your passcode and opened up instagram, pressing on the icon to the parlor’s instagram story.

you were quick to snatch your phone back to watch the story yourself, raising the volume on your phone to hear it. it was a video of someone’s hand reaching into a very full fishbowl of printed instagram handles, pulling out a tiny piece of paper and unfolding it to reveal your instagram username. the caption read in big red lettering, “congrats to @[y/n] for winning the human canvas raffle. reply to this post by midnight to schedule your slot.”

you swallowed thickly and looked up at your friend. “i won the fucking raffle. i won the nine hour session.”

your friend sucked in a breath before laughing and lifting her glass to you. “godspeed, soldier.”

you looked back down at your phone and clicked back to rewatch your name be pulled from the bowl. you had entered the contest on a whim – you hadn’t expected to win. you had reposted the parlor’s picture and tagged your three closest friends to enter a bid into becoming a human canvas for a day, i.e. getting tattooed and pierced until you tapped out. the parlor owners couldn’t seem to decide on whether to call it the human canvas contest or the no mercy challenge, not that it mattered. both fit the bill to describe what you had just won.

you swiped up on the story.

you: i dont know whether to be terrified or excited.

@sincitytattoojp: both, sweetheart. sign this and get it back to us [1 attachment]

you had gone through an extensive back and forth that night, printing and signing and scanning different waivers and papers to ensure that you would be able to handle an entire day of sitting in a chair getting poked and prodded with needles and getting art permanently printed on your skin forever. you were grateful that they took so much precaution in ensuring you were well aware of the situation you were putting yourself in, and getting ample consent confirmed ahead of time. you already felt comfortable as you stepped off the train in tokyo and started towards the shop.

sin city tattoo and body art. the small tattoo shop had garnered a massive following around the globe for the gorgeous work that consistently poured from the studio. the artists had never shown their faces on their page, but it was clearly just a two man show. sometimes one of them would film the other doing their newest piece on a client they handpicked from the waiting list, and it was clear that the two were a little more than close friends.

you trusted their work. you were a new client, obviously, but after following their page for over a year, you knew you would be okay with going through with this. you were just… inexperienced. you had a tiny tattoo of a butterfly on your ankle and your ears double pierced in the lobes, but that was it.

you rounded the corner and saw the neon sign over the glass doors to the shop, the shutters pulled down. you took a deep breath and tried the door, mildly surprised that it opened up. a tiny bell chimed over your head as you stepped inside.

the shop was small, but it was clean. absolutely pristine. for a tattoo shop called sin city, you were expecting a bit more of a grunge theme, not exactly the creamy white walls littered with black picture frames of flash art available for purchase, a tall cabinet filled with various jewelry for fresh piercings, plants in the corners surrounding two chairs that were supposedly for a waiting area. there was a tall partition behind the front desk, and the shop stretched backward, most likely leading to a tattoo chair and then a piercing table, respectively.

you stood awkwardly by the front door, gripping your bag in front of you. you had brought a few little snacks and some water in preparation for being there all day. you shuffled your feet as you heard footsteps coming up from the back of the shop, and suddenly you were reconsidering your outfit choice. you had tried to be helpful by going with a tight spaghetti strap tank top and a high riding skirt, knowing that you would probably need to shuffle clothes around during the course of the day.

your thoughts got clogged almost immediately when a brick wall of a man rounded the partition, scratching the back of his neck and staring down at you with big red eyes that looked curious, almost playful. he had to have been at least six-five, looming over you with broad shoulders and bulky arms that were covered in tattoos that went all the way down to his knuckles. his red hair was tied half-up half-down, the black roots at his forehead showing through.

you gaped at him like a fish out of water, face starting to feel warm as he glanced you up and down, and then smiled, revealing a wide set of sharp sharklike teeth. “aye, kats! i think she’s here!” he called over his shoulder before stepping behind the front desk. “you’re our pretty contest winner, right?”

“uh-”

“my name’s eijirou kirishima. i’m the main tattoo guy here.” he grinned at you, boyish and peppy, and it stifled your nerves somewhat as you returned the smile, but you were flustered beyond belief. you had seen the videos of him tattooing, you knew at least that his hands were big, but not the rest of him.

“ah, yeah, hi. i’m y/n. it’s nice to see your fsce for once.” you giggled nervously, and he laughed and nodded.

“yeah, we’re not all about showing who we are online. the page got too big, tokyo’s a big place, we don’t want the extra attention, yknow?” he smiled warmly at you as he bent down and shuffled through some paperwork under the desk, pulling it out and gesturing for you to come closer. “i know we already got a lot of your stuff online, but this is the last waiver. pretty much a final agreement that we get to do whatever we want to your body until you either tap out, or the clock hits six, whichever comes first.”

you made a little squeaking noise at his phrasing, glancing at his face as he just continued to smile. he fumbled around for a pen and held it out to you, and you reached to take it, but he snatched it back and leaned across the desk. “just so you know, you can say stop at any time. we’re not forcing you to be here. if you say no to an idea, we won’t do it. stuff like that. okay?”

you blinked at him. he seemed so genuine, really making sure he was thorough in his explanations of the paperwork and of your position in this. it helped you take a deep breath and nod. “i know. i’m all good.”

“awesome. you seem like a real trooper.” he chuckled in a deep, rumbly voice, and finally held the pen back out to you.

you took it, your soft fingers brushing over his rough skin and making you feel like your hand was alight in flames. you signed your name at the bottom of the form, dated it, and slid it back across the desk to kirishima. he just grinned at you and shoved the paper into the desk again.

“bakugou! come on, man! she’s all good!” kirishima leaned his head around the partition, and you jumped slightly when the familiar voice of kirishima’s partner sounded from the back of the shop.

“i fucking heard you the first time, i’m not fucking deaf!”

“well, just hurry up!” kirishima laughed and turned back to you. “sorry, he’s a real stickler for making sure his spot is all clean. i’m clean, but he’s a neat freak.”

“who’re you calling a neat freak, red?” a slightly shorter man stepped out from down the hallway, and again you felt your breath catch in your throat.

he was still tall, but far more intimidating in his black wife beater and jeans. he took off his mask that had been covering the lower half of his face, revealing a nose piercing and snake bites around plush lips. his fluffy blonde hair was standing up in all the right places, piercing red eyes looking your form up and down as he cracked his knuckles. his arms were littered patchwork-style, much different than kirishima’s full sleeves, and he clearly liked to hit the gym seven days a week.

you gulped and shifted your weight as bakugou’s eyes drifted over you. “name’s katsuki bakugou. you’ve already met red. didya sign the form?”

“uh, yes. all of the forms.”

“great.” his eyes locked on yours. clearly, this guy was all about professionalism and business, at least while he was on the clock. then he turned his head to kirishima. “so, where did you want to start her?”

you found yourself laid down on your chest, head turned to the side to stare at bakugou’s back as he organized something off to the side. music was playing, but you could hardly hear it over the buzzing of the tattoo gun and the weight of kirishima’s hand on your back.

you chewed on your lip as you felt the needle trace over the skin of your lower back, occasionally lifting to get more ink, only to return and start the ministrations over again. it wasn’t an easy spot to get ink done; tramp stamps were adorable and sexy, but the skin on that part of a person’s back is notoriously thin. despite this, however, you always found the pain to be… enjoyable.

you felt kirishima’s free hand slide over to the middle of your back, splaying out, applying some pressure to get a better angle as he leaned over you. if he wasn’t wearing a mask, you would be able to feel his warm breaths fanning out against your sensitive skin. your eyes fluttered and you did your best not to move as your neurons fired over the sheer size of his hand against your back. splayed out like that, his fingertips were on one side and the heel of his hand almost felt like it was on the other. perhaps your perception was being warped on account of the buzzing needle poking your back, but you couldn’t be entirely sure.

kirishima added more pressure even as the needle lifted away from your skin, pushing you down into the bed, making you squeak softly. bakugou’s head turned briefly to you, glinting in the white overhead lighting almost devilishly, before turning away again.

“so,” kirishima’s low voice made you flinch slightly, having been entranced by the weight of him looming over your form, “i don’t really see any ink on you. is this your first time?” you heard him chuckle into his mask as he waited for you to relax again, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin to calm you down, before pressing the needle down again. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, hun.”

you felt like some kind of high schooler talking about her virginity. “it’s- it’s fine. no, it’s not my first, but it’s my first big one. i’ve got a little one on my ankle.”

“your ankle?” he repeated, still pressing the needle to your skin and definitely coloring a shape in. “who did that for you? wasn’t us.”

“right, yeah.” you giggled slightly, really trying not to move as you wiggled the foot that held the little tattoo. “just an old friend who was an apprentice somewhere else.”

“ankle’s a rough place for a first tattoo,” grumbled bakugou, finally turning towards you and sitting down in a chair a little ways away, manspreading in your peripheral. “how’d you sit for that?”

“it hurt, but i liked it.” you mumbled back honestly, glancing back when you felt kirishima put the tattoo gun down and reach with a gloved hand towards your ankle, bending your leg at the knee to study the work.

“hm. it’s real cute on you, but i would’ve done it a little different.” his thumb brushed over the tattoo, over the thin skin of your ankle, sending a spike of heat through your body. “i could touch it up later.” he guided your leg back down and brushed his hand over the back of your thigh briefly before picking his tattoo gun back up and reapplying that heavy pressure to your back again.

“yeah, okay…” you murmured breathily, feeling small underneath kirishima’s weight and the power of bakugou’s gaze where he was staring at you, at kirishima, at how kirishima’s hands left indents in your skin as he worked.

your mouth felt like it was full of cotton, your head feeling like all the blood had drained from it and gone south. you shouldn’t be thinking like this, feeling like this, not while effectively getting stabbed thousands of times per minute.

bakugou hummed as he stood up again to get within your line of sight. “you said you liked the pain, huh? you one of those weird people that gets a high off of getting ink done?”

you felt your face burst with heat, unable to move as you opened your mouth and stammered. kirishima chuckled behind his mask.

“don’t tease, kats.”

“‘m not teasin’. i was just sayin’ that i agree with her.” bakugou smirked at you before stepping around the wall to go get a water from the fridge.

kirishima’s free hand slid from your middle back to just above your ass, his thumb rubbing into the fabric of your tight skirt as he worked.

“you’re sitting really well for this, doll. ‘m proud. probably one of my favorite things to do is back tattoos. especially these.”

you hummed softly in the back of your throat, probably mumbling a thank you that just made him laugh again.

you didn’t say anything when his free hand squeezed your ass as he leaned back to get more ink in the gun.

kirishima had spread the second skin across your pretty new tramp stamp with precision, making sure it wouldn’t wrinkle or peel away until your tattoo was healed. you were given a snack of chips and a bottle of water to recuperate while bakugou prepped his area, pulling on a mask and snapping black latex gloves over his hands. “so, how ya feelin’?”

“good,” you took a breath as you capped your water, sitting quietly on the tattoo bench and waiting to move to the piercing table. “ready to move on, i guess.”

“hope you don’t mind, but i took some photos when red was doing you.” he glanced over his shoulder, and you smiled and waved it off.

“i don’t mind at all. my friend didn’t believe me when i said i was actually gonna come.”

“that so?” bakugou cocked a brow, his mouth hidden behind the black mask. “anyway, what’re you thinking for this next bit? industrial? nose?”

“ah.” you shifted on the bench, glancing away from him as kirishima rounded the corner. “i was, uh. i was thinking i could get my… i could get my nipples pierced first? get the worst ones out of the way?”

kirishima blinked once and immediately shot a look to bakugou, who made eye contact. it was like telepathy; there was a silent exchange between them before bakugou nodded and waved for you to step over. “sure, whatever. it’s definitely not the worst pain, though.”

“really?” you stood on jelly legs and walked over to the piercing bench, sitting down in front of bakugou, who pulled a chair over to sit.

“mhm. worst i would say for a girl is the clitoral hood.”

you flushed and shook your head. “no thanks. i think i’ll stick to this for now.”

“okay.” bakugou sat back in his chair, staring at you. you stared back, tilting your head. bakugou furrowed his brows and clicked his tongue, making an ‘up’ motion with two fingers. only then did it click that you needed to take your shirt off.

you looked around as you started to tug your tank top up, looking over at kirishima, who was leaning against the wall with fascination. “ah, sorry! if you really want, i can leave.”

“no! no, it’s fine.” you shook your head, and finally got the courage to lift your tank top up and over your head. in preparation for this, you had simply forgone your bra in the morning.

you were left in just your skirt and panties, essentially. kirishima hummed low in his throat, earning him a glare from bakugou. you felt like you were on fire when bakugou reached a hand out to your shoulder. “lay back. slow.”

you shuddered under his grasp and laid back on the table, bringing your feet up and bending your knees to be a little more comfortable. your nipples pebbled and hardened from the cold air of the parlor.

bakugou studied your tits with an intense gaze, clearly focused on his job in a way that kirishima was not. where kirishima was flirty, groping and grabbing, bakugou was cold and practiced.

“so this is gonna go something like this. one of these is gonna hurt more than the other. when i tell you, you gotta breathe in, and then breathe out all at once. it’ll make the pain a little easier to handle.”

“okay.”

“i’ll be quick, but we gotta do one at a time.” he grabbed a skin safe marker and finally his hands reached for one of your tits, rubbing his thumb into the skin as he marked where the needle would enter and exit. you felt like you were shaking, being grabbed and examined in such a professional manner.

“you can’t have any fuckin’ saliva or jizz or whatever touch these till they’re fully healed, you got that?”

you squeaked, almost jumping in surprise at his words, before laughing and shaking your head. “no worries there.”

“you sure?” bakugou tilted his head, eyebrow raised, and kirishima laughed as he walked over towards the bench.

you didn’t get a chance to answer bakugou, because kirishima was by your head, offering his massive hand to you. “you can squeeze my hand so you don’t pass out.”

you looked up at him through your lashes, squirming on the bench as bakugou squeezed your tit. you didn’t answer, just reaching your hand up to hold onto kirishima’s. his hand was large, warm, and so rough. you wanted to feel his-

“alright sugar. take a deep breath in for me.”

you sucked in a breath through your teeth, and then suddenly a white hot pain shot through your body, something never experienced before. your vision whited out and you may or may not have cried out and dug your nails into kiri’s hand, gripping it tightly.

your head swam as you were encouraged to breathe, and then to breathe in again as the wide bar was slipped through the new piercing. you yelped and jerked on the table, making bakugou put his gloved hand flat between your tits to try and ground you. “relax, brat. stay fucking still. gotta get this stupid ball on.”

“aw, she’s cryin’.” kiri chuckled and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. your cheeks did feel wet as the pain subsided slowly. you whimpered as bakugou leaned away from you and reached to grab another needle package and the second bar.

“one more, drama queen. you can do it. just one more.”

“already?” you whined, shaking your head at him as he scooted his chair closer to get a better angle on your other nipple.

you did not get a chance to beg for mercy. “breathe in deep, good fuckin’ girl.”

you screamed this time. bakugou had been right, one hurt more than the other. your head felt so light all of a sudden, your vision blurring as you gripped kirishima’s hand like a vice and shook. your breath punched out of you when the bar was pushed through and the little ball at the end was screwed on.

you stared up at the ceiling and tried to get your bearings as kirishima let go of your hand to pet your hair and keep it away from your tears. “you did it, pretty girl. you got it. just breathe. did such a great job, yeah?”

you gathered your thoughts together as you listened to bakugou get up and take his gloves and his mask off, tossing them away, ever the professional. he walked back over to where you were laying and held up a mirror over you to show you your new jewelry. the sight made the pain worth it; your nipples, perky and red and hard, glittering with bars pushed through.

“what do ya think?” bakugou cocked his head at you, and you let out a deep breath.

“they look… really nice.”

“really sexy, more like.” kirishima chuckled over you as he openly ogled your chest.

you made a noise of surprise, which was immediately followed by your voice getting caught in your throat when bakugou’s free hand moved to start rubbing up and down your thigh. “you okay?”

“y-yeah.”

“you need a break?”

“i think so.”

bakugou nodded and looked to kirishima, who broke into a grin and bent over you just a little, his voice dropping an octave. “let’s take a nice long break, then, huh doll? you think you might wanna relax a bit with us? take your mind off the pain?”

“what?” you shifted to sit up on your elbows, wincing from the pain in your chest, looking between them.

kirishima laughed, “come on, doll. i know you didn’t come in here wearing just that tiny skirt for nothin’.”

“you can say no.” bakugou’s hand moved off your thigh, clearly the more level headed of the two. “we’ll take a break and come back in a half hour to keep going-“

“wait.” you flushed and put up a hand to make him shut up, glancing between them. “you’re not- together?”

“well, yeah, fucking obviously we are,” bakugou rolled his eyes at you while kiri chuckled, “but if we see a hot chick, we’re not gonna say no.”

“true.” kiri was practically purring.

they were standing over you, broad shoulders and tattooed hands and muscle, red eyes honed in on your shirtless form, and for some reason you allowed your inhibitions to fall away.

you took a deep breath and pouted. “just don’t make me get an infection on my new piercings.”

“never.” bakugou cracked his first real grin, foxlike and dirty, already moving back down towards your legs to start pushing your knees apart. you sat up a bit more, onto your hands, sucking in a breath when the bench dipped under bakugou’s added weight as he pushed your knees far apart and revealed your plain cotton panties with an obvious wet spot in the crotch, your pussy throbbing with the realization.

bakugou hummed as he slid rough fingertips down the insides of your thighs. “look at that shit, red. she’s already soaked. got this pretty pussy all needy even after pokin’ her.”

“figured as much. she was all spaced out during her tat.” kiri’s meaty hand slipped around the column of your throat, practically engulfing it in one palm as he turned your head to make you look up at him.

you gasped, and kirishima’s mouth came crashing down onto yours; he had to practically crouch to get even close to you where you were sitting. your hands flew up to his hair, body twisting slightly as bakugou started to work his fingers along your hips to further push your skirt up around them.

you felt yourself start to whimper as bakugou pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers through your wet folds. you shook and moaned as his fingers skillfully rubbed slow circles into your clit, making your hips jerk.

kiri laughed against your lips and squeezed his hand slightly around the column of your throat, pulling away from your mouth to look at your dazed expression. “lay back, doll.”

he guided you back to lay on the bench again, letting go of your throat only for a moment to start unbuckling his belt. “kats, i’m takin’ her mouth first, mkay?”

“hm?” bakugou glanced up from where he was licking his lips, about to press his nose to your pussy. “oh, yeah sure whatever. i’m getting a taste first.”

“someone’s got an oral fixation.”

“shut the fuck up, you red-haired loser.”

you felt yourself start to giggle at their interactions, but suddenly there were lips wrapped tightly around your cliff and a fat cock hanging over your face, drooling with pre.

you swallowed as your mouth practically started to water. your head was spinning as bakugou worked his tongue against your clit, a finger starting to push its way into your right, wet heat. you moaned and felt your eyes flutter, fingers curling into the sides of the piercing bench. “ah, i-i don’t know if i can fit-“

“shh. all you gotta do is swallow. can you try just the tip?” kiri cocked his head at you, suddenly all puppy eyes as he stroked his cock to his boyfriend eating you out.

you whimpered and nodded. how could you say no? you ground your hips against bakugou’s face as your lips parted, and kirishima pushed just the fat head of his cock past them with a low groan.

you felt full. bakugou started to push a second finger into your weeping hole, drool and your juices dripping down his chin and dotting the bench as he ate you out and found the spongy spot within you that made your back arch off the bench, knees attempting and failing to snap shut around his head. bakugou growled against your pussy, unhappy with you disturbing his meal.

you couldn’t respond what with kirishima shallowly thrusting into your mouth, working inch after inch into you. you felt his heady tip hit the back of your throat as your head hung down over the edge of the bench, and you coughed and sputtered.

“shh, careful, careful. breathe.” his hand returned to your throat, feeling the way he slipped further and further in. his balls hung down in your face as he started to effectively fuck your throat, groaning when you whined around him.

you did your best to suck his cock, slobbering and drooling down your cheeks as your eyes rolled back when bakugou removed his mouth and rubbed circles into your clit with his thumb. “she tastes fuckin’ good.”

“yeah? y’think so?”

“yeah,” bakugou breathed out, almost like an offering, and as he pulled his fingers out of your wet pussy, he shoved them directly into kirishima’s mouth.

kiri groaned loudly and sucked on bakugou’s fingers with the eagerness of a dog, gripping your throat with one hand and bakugou’s wrist in the other. he made sure bakugou’s fingers were clean before letting go and rolling his hips against your face. “shit.”

“mhm.” bakugou was panting as he hurriedly fussed with his jeans, shoving them down enough to get his cock free. it was difficult, positioning himself on the bench, but he made it work as he slapped his tip against your clit.

you cried out and gagged again on kirishima’s fat cock, gurgling pathetically while they both laughed at you.

“poor babydoll,” bakugou hissed, pressing his tip to your entrance, “she can hardly breathe, eiji.”

“she’s doin’ a good fucking job. i can feel how deep i am in her throat.”

“i can fuckin’ see that.” bakugou snapped right back before taking a deep breath and sinking so slowly into your pussy.

your walls fluttered around his cock as he sheathed himself inside you, one hand gripping your hip dangerously tight and the other reaching to grab for kirishima’s free hand. “fuck, red, she feels so fucking tight.”

“if- if you think her pussy’s tight, wait till you feel her throat.” kiri panted lowly as he grabbed his boyfriend’s hand over you.

you felt like an object, a plaything, lightheaded and so, so full, almost screaming when they both started to fuck into you at once; they were slightly off pace, both focused on their own pleasure, chasing their highs and smothering you all the while.

kirishima’s hand slid from your throat to the middle of your chest, a compressing weight that left you truly breathless as his balls practically smacked into you. you did your best to try and suck his cock, really, you did, but it was so difficult when bakugou was bullying your pussy and making you shake and cry out.

kirishima was the first to falter, his hips starting to jerk erratically as your vision blurred from tears of pleasure. “oh fuck yeah, fuck, ‘m gonna cum-“

“already? pathetic.” bakugou snapped, only egging kirishima on and making him whine as he tossed his head back and came deep in your throat, making you gag and choke.

he didn’t pull out until the thick, heady ropes of his cum were seated on your tongue, taking a step back to let his fat cock slap wetly against his thigh. it was clear, then, that his refractory period was short; he was already at half mast again as he watched bakugou fuck you into the bench, hiking one of your legs up around his waist to get deeper.

you cried out loudly, voice ragged and ruined as bakugou’s thumb returned to your clit.

“come on pretty girl, lemme feel you cum around my fuckin’ cock first. come on. i know you’re close. i can feel ya squeezin’ me in. shit, baby, fucking cum for me.”

your back arched off the table and your eyes rolled back as you came hard around his cock, your vision going white as you jerked and spasmed on the table. bakugou moaned and dropped his head forward, holding on until the last second when he could pull out and cum all over your twitching cunt, jerking himself off all the way. thick ropes of cum splattered against your skin and made you shiver, all parts of you sensitive.

kirishima, cock still out and hard again, stepped over to swipe his fingers through your pussy and get a taste of yours and bakugou’s cum, groaning deep in his throat as he pressed an almost chaste kiss to bakugou’s cheek. “you wanna fuck her throat next?”

“fuck yes i do.”

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crushmeeren · 5 months

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🍓Kirishima SFW & NSFW Headcannons

Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you aren’t into it

Warnings; daddy kink, praise kink, rough sex, hair pulling, mentions of choking, throat fucking, pussy eating, vaginal sex, Kirishima spits into readers mouth and you swallow that shit happily, cream pie, sweet aftercare, sleepy sex

Note; I’m in love with Kirishima, I’ve been writing a lot of headcannons lately but I simply could not resist the urge to write about the overgrown puppy that is Kirishima. Enjoy this meal with me 🍓

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Eijirou who is the actual human embodiment of a ray of sunshine (he is the definition of golden retriever energy—you know if he had a tail it would wag non stop, definitely smacking the shit out of you)

Eijirou who you met for the first at the gym—you were uncomfortable & unsure of what you were doing when this mountain of a man with bright ass red hair came up to you so shy and explained how to back squat without hurting yourself (this fucker had the sweetest smile, despite his sharp teeth—but Jesus Mother Mary & Joseph—you thought you would fall to your knees just looking at him)

Eijirou who stuttered and turned pink every time you asked him to be your spotter whenever you saw him at the gym, until finally he asked for your number (you were gonna ask for his if he didn’t do it first—you definitely did not fist pump afterwards)

Eijirou who is a heart stopping amount of stacked, but is the biggest softie you have ever met, who gets overly excited to play with your dog-wrestling with him and cuddling him (you swear your dog now loves Eiji more than you, ever since you moved in together they’re two peas in a pod- much to your chagrin)

Eijirou who is really smart — okay maybe not top dog when it comes to book smart but he is street smart and exceptional at reading people, who always knows how you’re feeling even when you don’t say anything (it’s always a relief that he can tell when you don’t feel like talking)

Eijirou who is oblivious to how he looks, who has a shit ton of of instagram followers—not because he tries, no it’s because he started posting pictures of himself at the gym just for fun and unbeknownst to him everything he posts is like a goddamn thirst trap (he only realizes after you point it out because you’re starting to get jealous of all the comments but he always says he only has eyes for you)

Eijirou who almost never says no to you, who always goes with the flow, an easy smile lighting up his face, who lets you pick out the movie for date night more often than not (you make sure to pick something he likes anyways)

Eijirou who really likes cherry twizzlers, who has literal hearts in his eyes whenever you buy him a pack every Friday (he coos adorably at you when you hand him the bag saying you’re so sweet to me pretty girl, I love you so much! How did I get so lucky??), who shares them with you anyways

Eijirou who loves to wear athletic clothes—but also likes to dress punk?? (he’s very diverse), who has his ears pierced (two on each lobe), who looks otherworldly when he wears nicer outfits (you definitely make the joke about his clothes looking better on your floor)

Eijirou who is best friends with Katsuki, (you’ve shockingly been able to become close to him as well), who often plays video games online with his friends (Katsuki, Denki, Sero, also Izuku & Shouto), who likes it when you sit on the floor between his legs while he plays

Eijirou who purrs like a cat when you scratch his scalp whenever his hair is down, who lays his head in your lap while you watch TV so you can continue to play with his hair, who falls asleep halfway through the movie because he feels too relaxed

Eijirou whose presence is calming and friendly, who makes you feel safe, who everyone likes (you’ve never heard a bad word said about him—you’d curb stomp anyone who did)

Eijirou who has made you feel more loved then anyone else you’ve ever been with before, who fills your chest with a warmth so intense your eyes often sting with tears—who brings you your favorite food or drink out of blue, who makes you laugh so hard your stomach cramps (he’s the funniest motherfucker you know)

Eijirou who has become your other half, like a limb you didn’t realize was missing all this time, who becomes your husband, who becomes the father of your children, who you share a love with that only comes once every five life times (you know you’ll never love anyone else no matter what comes your way)

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Eijirou who kisses you so softly, lips sliding with yours lazily as he lets out little sighs, thumbs slipping under your shirt to tease the smooth skin over your hip bones as you straddle him—until he lets his sharp teeth snag on your bottom lip, chomping into the flesh there, wrenching a startled gasp out of you (he sucks on it apologetically afterwards)

Eijirou who has a thing for letting you dry hump him (while you’re both still clothed), head thumping back on the couch cushion, fingers tight on your waist, flushing, groaning, eyes fluttering shut as he helps you drag your clit back and forth over his cock—dick throbbing painfully from the friction through his jeans

Eijirou who has a switch that flips once he gets to a certain level of aroused, who tosses you onto the bed effortlessly, caging you between his arms, who grips your jaw tightly —forcing it to pop open (he spits possessively into your mouth, telling you to swallow it baby girl, which you do gladly)

Eijirou who loves the feel of your hot, wet mouth sucking his cock, who gets you sitting on your calves on the floor, back against the mattress as his fingers hold the back of your head in place, so he can fuck your throat, who keeps one knee up on the bed next to your head as he thrusts, groin tightening when you look at him with teary eyes (he murmurs lowly baby girl s’good at sucking daddys cock aren’t you? —Your pussy drools)

Eijirou who eats your pussy from behind, soft tongue consistently licking at your clit, fingers stretching your pussy as your face is shoved into the sheets, ass in the air for him, your belly flutters warmly as he smacks your ass with his free hand (it doesn’t take you long to cum like this)

Eijirou whose cock is thick, and you’re talking thick thick, enough that he has to get you dripping before he can get his dick wet (but you love it, the stretch is almost an overwhelming pleasure)

Eijirou who has a daddy kink, who makes you beg for his cock when he has you folded in half—knees almost touching your ears, he teases your pussy with his tip telling you condescendingly you gotta ask daddy nicely if you want to be split open sweetheart (you absolutely do sob daddy please)

Eijirou whose chest gets slick with sweat (hair always falling from its spiky position when you start to go at it), whose moans raise in pitch when he can feel your nipples slipping over & over on his pecs as he fucks you, the sensation making pleasure blister through your limbs, pussy fluttering which makes Eijirou cry out

Eijirou who has a filthy deep stroke, who pants & whispers toe curling praise in your ear but fucks you like he’s trying to carve out your guts, you weave your fingers through his hair, tugging sharply as he moves, (pussy s’good to me sweet thing, daddy loves fucking you, such a tight little thing)

Eijirou who growls under his breath when he fucks you from behind, sliding his cock back in your pussy all the way to the root, forcing a choked sob out of you, who is brutal from the get go, pelvis smacking wetly against yours

Eijirou who makes you cum instantly, wailing please daddy just like that! when he threads his fingers through your hair, forcing your neck back at a sharp angle, activating his quirk just enough on his left hand so he can leave bruises on your hip (oh? right there angel? that was a big one wasn’t it baby, so good cumming for daddy — voice dripping in your belly like honey)

Eijirou who pulls you up into his lap, back against his chest, hand around your throat as he bounces you on his cock, who makes your back arch as he bites on your shoulder, whining lowly as he cums, whose cock you can feel pulsing as his sticky release fills you up (fuck daddy, love when you cum in me — that makes his eyes roll back)

Eijirou who has you limping to the shower afterwards, but he washes your body, rubs your lower back, who tells you how much he loves you as he carries you back to the bed in a towel, who makes you giggle as he pokes your ribs when you change into one of his large T-shirts

Eijirou whose face you pepper with kisses when he climbs into the bed with you, who lets you wake him up in the middle of the night to ride him sweet and slow, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air, limbs heavy with sleep, who cradles you against his chest when you eventually fall back asleep

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tired-biscuit · 6 months

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18+ MDNI // oral (f!receiving)

eijirou is a messy pussy eater.

when he eats you out, it’s nothing but slurpy noises, and sticky drool, and the feeling of his warm breath repeatedly kissing your clit. big, calloused hands hold each of your thighs so that he can fit in-between; sharp teeth graze your skin every once in a while, making you twitch with anticipation every time they do strike contact.

he licks you before he tongue fucks you and his tongue feels so big and warm inside you that it makes your hole flutter and your hands grasp that wild mane that is his hair. you’re grabbing fistfuls and tugging at the roots until he’s literally groaning into you in pure, unhinged pleasure that might just compete with your own.

he eats your pussy like he’s actually planning on devouring it whole.

#kirishima smut #eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima x reader

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kaidabakugou · 1 year

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y’all already know i need to make it you guy’s problem as well when i’m sick so here you go :)

i love the idea of eijirou threatening you with telling on you to katsuki when you want to ignore your health

just imagine being sick or on the early stages of catching a cold when your nose is congested and you’re sneezing here and there but you have places to be and things to do so you just take some medicine and make your way downstairs to the kitchen where eijirou is making a quick to-go breakfast for you

but once he hears your groggy voice, heavier than your usual morning voice when you have to be out of the house this early, he’s immediately reaching for you a drowning you in questions to figure out what’s wrong

his lips getting all pouty and concern written all over his face when you shrug him off and tell him you’re fine

“morning beautiful”, he chirps as soon as he hears you walk into the kitchen behind him, while he continues to flip and press down on the the grilled cheese on the stove

“morning”, you answer back softly, congestion evident on your voice

“hey what’s wrong?!”, turning to you as he quickly wipes off his hands on a kitchen towel before reaching for you, gently pressing the back of his hands to the sides of your neck and on your forehead to check for a fever

“it’s nothing, just a little congested that’s all”, you say as you reach up to wrap your hands around his wrists while he stares down at you worriedly, feeling the warmth radiating from your palms around him, not boiling hot but warm enough to hint you’re starting to get a fever

“you can’t go out like this”, he finally says after staring you down for a bit

“i have to, i have reports from our last mission that need to get done quickly”, you argue as you make your way around him to grab your lunch bag

“what are you gonna do when kats sees you then?”, he says, eyebrows raised as he crosses his arms against his chest while leaning against the kitchen island

“he won’t, he’ll be out on patrol all day and i clock out before him today so by the time he returns i’ll be gone”

“not if he finds out before that”

“and who’s gonna tell him”, at this point, regardless of how bad you feel, your matching eijirou’s teasing smile as you both taunt back and forth

“listen i need to get to work, whatever you do is on you, okay?” you say as you grab the last of your lunch before giving him a kiss and heading for the door

“oookayy then, whatever you say but don’t say i didn’t warn ya”, he waves you off before going back to the grilled cheese on the stove, one that was made for you but he didn’t worry about it too much considering he waited until he heard your car leave the drive way to quickly reach for his phone and hit the call button, grin on his face since he knew you’d probably be back soon enough to be able to enjoy your breakfast

and he was right, because not even 30 minutes later he could hear your car pull up on the drive way and the sounds of your fuzzy voice accompanied by the angry blonde’s bursting through the front door with you over his shoulder

stomping his way up the stairs as you made eye contact with a laughing eijirou on the couch, flipping him off before you disappeared from his sight

returning a few moments later, this time in your pjs but still over katsuki’s shoulder as he made his way towards the couch to deposit you on eijirou’s lap

“watch her while i’m gone, and don’t let her out of your sight”, katsuki grumbles before sneaking a bite of the grilled cheese waiting for you on the table

“i won’t”, eijirou laughs as he wraps his arms around your center, laughing harder when you glare up at him

pouting at katsuki next when he leans down to give you a kiss

“yeah yeah, glare at me all you want shitty woman, it’s for your own good”

sighing before retuning his kiss, the taste of the grilled cheese on his lips making you forget how annoyed you were as you looked over to grab it, taking a bite out of it as katsuki gives a kiss to eijirou before heading for the door

both of you wishing him a good day before snuggling up to each other on the couch, rolling your eyes at eiji’s smug grin and ignoring the low ‘i told you so’ that followed against your ear

#kai.rambles #kats.eiji.kai #you guys should already expect these everytime i get my hair done bc the chemicals fuck up my nose :((#katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #eijirou kirishima #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #kiribaku x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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neptunesopening · 4 months

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𝐌𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬’ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

contains: bakugou, kirishima, kaminari, sero, todoroki, and midoriya

warnings: fem reader

a/n: first post of the year 🙏🏽

bakugou

definitely acts of service & quality time

maybe a splash of physical touch, but only in private

“suki. i can carry my own bags into the house.” you said trying to grab the bag back from him. “no i got it. you just sit there and look pretty.” you roll your eyes at him and just walk beside him and asking him questions about his day.

kirishima

if there was someone who was all of them it’s definitely him

he gives you them all in one date by itself

you heard a knock of your door and you opened it to see your boyfriend, eijiro. “hey ei, come in.” you stepped aside for him to walk in the house. “i bought you something” he hands you a small box. you open it and it’s a necklace.

“this is so pretty thank you!” you said and he walked to your kitchen. you followed him confused and he started washing your dishes. “what are you doing?” you peered over his shoulder. “washing my pretty girl’s dishes.” you shook your head as you watched him wash the dishes.

kaminari

physical touch & a splash of words of affirmation

he always has to be touching you & he’s always complimenting you

denki showed up to your dorm and you were sitting on your bed and he plops beside you and lays down on your lap. “you look so beautiful, what did i do to deserve you?” he whines and you just smile. you run your hand up the side of his face. “you were just you.” he moves to hug your waist as he’s laying down. “ugh i love you” he sighs.

sero

words of affirmation & quality time

honestly he would sit in a room with you just watching tiktok in silence and he’d be happy

“bro i forgot you were there sero. we haven’t said a word in 30 minutes.” you said and he laughed. “i like just spending time in your presence, it’s comforting.” you kissed him and smiled. “i hate your nice words.” he gave you another kiss, “well it’s not going anywhere sweetheart.”

todoroki

words of affirmation

i think it makes up for what he didn’t get in his childhood 🙁🙁

“hey sho.” he looks up from his book at you. “yes?” he asks and you kiss his cheek. “i’m proud of you, i know i haven’t told you lately.” he blinks once and then twice. “um. thank you and i’m very proud of you and proud to be your boyfriend.” you smile and kiss him. “you’re so precious.”

midoriya

gifts & physical touch

i think he would like to make things and give them to you, not just store bought stuff

“i made you this.” he gives you a bouquet of paper flowers. “what! this is so cute. what the heck zuku.” you gave him a hug and a face full of kisses. he laughs at your antics. “i’m glad you like it. i watched like 3 videos just to make sure they were correct.” you gave him more kisses. “i literally have the best boyfriend. like what.”

why are all the mha boys so pretty??? that bakugou picture actually rots my brain.

#fluff #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #denki kaminari #denki kaminari x reader #hanta sero #hanta sero x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader

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luvbugs-blog · 1 year

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getting caught with the mha boys

ft. shoto, izuku, sero, and eijiro

getting the smoochies in, then being caught

warnings: not proof read!

Shoto Todoroki

It was an accident, really. You guys had just gotten finished a particularly hard training period, and the two of you had decided to go out on a date. However, you insisted that you had to get changed first because you refused to go out all sweaty. He agreed, and the two of you went your separate ways.

15 minutes had passed, and you had changed into something very cute and comfy. You heard a small knock as you packed your small bag to bring with you.

"Come in!"

Your handsome boyfriend entered the room looking as god-like as ever. He walked up to you and you just melted against him.

"You smell so good, Sho." You look up at him and he blushes.

"Thanks, love. You look so pretty." Next, it was your turn to blush. "I just want to spend the rest of my life with you." He's so romantic.

"Hm, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea." He leans down to give you a little kiss, which you return without hesitation. But that little kiss turns into something more when you wrap your arms around his neck, hands tangled in his hair. He clings to you like it's a sin to ever be parted. All was going well when your childhood friend, Midoryia walked in without knocking to show you whatever new gadget he got. The two of you parted when you heard the door open, but it wasn't quick enough. Midoriya just kept spewing apologies that the two of you had to laugh.

"We'll finish this later," Shoto tells you, before escorting your friend out of your room.

Izuku Midoryia

The two of you were training together one day after school. Throwing punches and kicks at each other, neither of you yielding. Until one kick from Izuku meets the side of face, throwing you to the ground.

He immediately rushes over to you, crouching over you, hands shaking.

"Baby! Oh my god, I'm so sorry, it was an accident and I totally didn't mean to, I'm so sorry, I love you so much, please don't leave me, I love you-,"

"BABE! Chill! This is what happens when two people spar. And I love you too." Apparently, that last thing was too much for him, because he turned a bright red. Before snatching you up in his lap.

"Izuku, what are you- hmph!" He shoved his lips against yours, and you felt wetness on your cheeks.

"Baby, why are you crying?" He sniffed.

"I never want to lose you. I'm so sorry babe."

"You'll never lose me, baby. Promise." You give him a small kiss, and he runs with it. He holds you so close and tight, but you feel so safe with him. You melt into him and kiss him back with the same rigor.

"Shitty Deku, I'm here to spar- AHH!" Izuku springs up. "Kacchan! What are you doing?" He starts to walk toward him, but Bakugo just turned and left.

He turned to you. "Uh oh." You just laugh. That's your weirdo.

Hanta Sero

Cuddled up in his surprisingly comfortable hammock, the two of you were watching Wednesday.

"Jenna Ortega is so pretty," you sigh. Sero holds you closer to him. "You're gorgeous, darling." He kisses the side of your head.

"I never said I was ugly! What are you trying to say to me?" You giggle, trying to push him off of you, but he continued his love assault.

"I," kiss, "love," kiss, "you."

"I love you too, you weirdo." You managed to roll out of the hammock, and he glares at you playfully. You start trying to recreate Wednesday's dance, and he just laughs at you.

"You try to do any better!"

"I won't try. I'll do better."

"Well, them, let me see!"

He wiggled a little bit with his hands above his head and looked like a goof doing it. "Wooooow, how amazing you are."

"Hey! No sarcasm." He tried to do a little spin, but ended up falling onto you.

"You are very good at this dancing thing." He grins at you, but doesn't move. "Uh, are you going to get up?"

"Nope. I find it quite comfortable here." He props himself up on his forearms, and presses a kiss to your lips. You pull your arms over his back and pull him into you. The two of you were really going at it until Denki bursts in, complaining about Bakugo.

Sero pulls off of you and kinda shields you behind his back. But the two of you are still fully clothed... oh well, it was kinda romantic and heroic of him.

"Woaaaah, hey man I'm so sorry. The two of you couldn't even make it to your bed?" Sero shoots his tape at Denki, completely covering his face.

"Sorry, lovebug. What if we continue this in Denki's dorm?"

"That sounds like a great idea, baby." The two of you run out of his room giggling and holding hands. The next day when you see Denki, his eyebrows are gone. As well as the small mustache he was trying to grow. He was not happy.

Eijiro Kirishima

the two of you were chilling in denki's room with the rest of the gang, watching mina and sero frantically try to beat each other in mortal kombat.

"HA! raiden is the worst!" mina squeals as her character lands a punch.

"oh yeah? well," sero pauses, trying to think of a good comeback, "i think kitana is stupid." mina gasps before launching at him, effectively distracting his player before winning.

you giggled, watching your friends make a fool of themselves. but your giggling didn't last long when sero threw mina up off of him, making her land of the end-table by the chairs you and kirishima were sitting on. your coke which had previously been sitting there was now on your shirt and lap. you stand up quickly, but the shirt had already soaked all the way through, becoming a bit see through, which kirishima noticed. he quickly ushered you to denki's bathroom while mina is shouting apologies behind him.

"hey, sweets. are you ok?"

"yes, of course! it was just a little spill." you turn to look at the damage in the mirror, thinking that you will probably need to borrow a shirt from denki's closet. you angle your body a little bit, when your eyes meet kirishima's in the mirror. he blushes a little bit, and you figure out why. the now see-through shirt was showing your bra. you turn and wink at him.

"my night in shining armour!" you giggle, throwing your arms around him. He places a small kiss on your head, on your cheek, and finally on the place you wanted.

you kissed him back with fervor, before backing up and taking the wet shirt off. making a little show out of it, kirishima whistled at your display.

you twirled for him before wrapping your arms back around his neck, and he slid his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. the two of you continued until bakugo starts banging at the door, causing the both of you to jump.

"the two of you extras better get the fuck out so I can take a piss."

"only if I can borrow denki's shirt!" you yelled back, arms still around his neck.

"woah, woah. you can have mine," kirishima says, pulling away to take off his shirt. he throws the shirt at you, and when you are decent he opens the door, flashing his pecs to his friends.

"look how manly I am!"

oh my, you have a very special boyfriend.

author's note: there will be a part two!! including bakugo, denki, hitoshi, iida, and tamaki! stay tuned!

#todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #hanta sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #mha x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #deku x reader #bakugo x reader #deku midoriya #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #mha imagines #mha x you

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beanxiv · 1 year

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their favorite place to kiss you ; multiple bnha boys

summary: bnha boys and where they love kissing you most.

word count: 1.6k

includes: gn reader, katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shouto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijirou kirishima, tamaki amajiki, keigo takami, touya todoroki, hanta sero, & tenya iida.

warnings: suggestive on dabi's part, but not really. its def sfw so no need to worry abt that. also a small amount of cussing.

katsuki bakugou

katsuki loves kissing your lips. he doesn't do anything "half-assed," as he'd say, and kisses to your lips are always full of affection towards you. whether it's a quick peck or a kiss that turns into a make-out sesh, there's always love and passion within katsuki's kisses.

when he kisses your lips the tension leaves from between his brows, the irritation that might've built throughout the day is leaking away, and all his focus is on you and your pretty, pretty lips

keigo takami

might sound odd, but keigo likes kissing your shoulders and back, specifically between your shoulder blades. after a long day of flying around and patrolling the streets of japan what he wants most is to come home to your shared apartment and into your warm arms. he'd tell you about his day, whether it was eventful or not-- he likes seeing you pay attention to him. you wonder aloud what it'd be like to fly around japan all day.

keigo kisses your shoulders and insists on some cheesy shit like, "baby you already know how to fly-- hell, y'flew into my heart and made it soar." you can't help but cringe and giggle at his dorkiness but he totally meant everything he said.

touya todoroki

touya can't get his mind off of the soft skin of your neck whenever you kiss. he feels the need to just sink his teeth in and show you how much you make him burn. it's not too often that he kisses your neck but when he does, he makes the most of it. he'll kiss every inch, from the top of your neck, near your jaw, all the way down to your collarbone.

if you ever ask touya why he likes kissing your neck he'll probably reply with something vague or suggestive. the real reason? he loves the smooth skin of your neck and loves feeling you warm at his touch, squirming when his lashes tickle a certain spot. this close to your chest, touya can feel your heartbeat get quicker and just loves it. no matter how tough a mission or how roughed up he got that day; if he gets to come back to base and indulge in you like this, every injury was worth it.

shouto todoroki

shouto, in his soft and loving moments (almost all his moments) will kiss the side of your head, right at your temple. he isn't the best at expressing himself, but he loves you more than anything and wants to take all your worries away. when shouto kisses your temple, he acts as if he's pulling all the negative thoughts from your head, trying his best to pull together his own thoughts and voice them against your temple, filling your head with his adoration for you.

bonus: the hand crusher likes kissing your hands. they're so beautiful to him and if he had to save one pair of hands from his "hand destroying curse" they'd be yours no doubt."

izuku midoriya

izuku's body is stacked with scars and freckles and he knows how they might make one insecure, but yours are so beautiful and empowering that he makes it an effort to kiss each one of your scars and moles/freckles/blemishes whenever you need it. except, to him, they not blemishes per se, more like your story. they say your moles are where your lover in your past life kissed you the most, i don't think izuku would genuinely believe that, but he still loves to kiss the moles scattered on your body saying something like, "i'll be yours in every life, love." and your scars, he knows all of their stories, he'll kiss them and comfort you, telling you how beautiful and strong they make you.

and if you reciprocate? kiss izuku's scars and freckles?? oh, he'll melt in your arms right then and there. you've sent him off to cloud nine. you'll physically see his soul ascend, he just becomes the happiest man alive.

tamaki amajiki

tamaki loves your cheeks, the plush skin of them always warm against his lips. the innocence of it just takes you out and makes you melt. the way he just takes your face in his hands and presses kisses to each of your cheeks. or when he kisses the middle of your cheek and pulls away to look at you, tracing the curve of your face.

even better when you're looking back at him with those pretty eyes of yours, full of affection. he'll get so flustered and shy, crumbling right at your feet.

hanta sero

hanta loves your lips too, even more so the corner of your lips. the little jerk likes to tease you, kissing the corner of your mouth until you get worked up about it. only then will he finally press a sweet kiss to your lips.

when you complain about hanta's teasing he'll laugh, kissing the edge of your lips once more. "so greedy, my love. good things come with patience." he thinks he's soo cool and wise but he's really just a lovable bully

hitoshi shinsou

in your presence alone, hitoshi is a different person. in those moments when it's just you two, hitoshi'll always have his face buried in your neck turning to kiss your jaw every once in a while. it started as a sleepy habit, he couldn't quite reach your lips, so he opted for your jaw. after that it became a normal habit

even if your jaw is farther than your lips when he's standing over you, he'll just lean down further to kiss it. or he'll tip your face up to his for him to smooch. and if you're taller than him? even better! he won't have to lean down, and if you're that much taller, he'll simply take your face in his hands and pull your face down to his.

eijirou kirishima

eijirou is the most supportive lover ever. this man will do quite literally anything to make sure you feel loved. he always finds himself kissing your stomach. might sound weird but when you guys are cuddled up somewhere and eijirou's head is resting on your torso he'll just start pressing a million kisses to your stomach out of nowhere, if you ask why he'll be like, "i just love your stomach, something wrong with it, babe?" and he's being serious, if you've ever mentioned being insecure of your belly, whether you feel to skinny or too chubby. he'll be like, "uh, no. my significant other is not gonna feel unloved and ugly while i'm around." and shove his face onto your stomach and over-dramatically kiss it everywhere with the little smooch sounds and everything.

and if you tell him to stop he will, but if you're joking he'll take it as encouragement to show you even more love.

tenya iida

tenya loves feeling strong and protective, and kissing your forehead makes him feel just that! especially if he's taller than you. if not, he doesn't care, he can still protect you nonetheless. he'll kiss your forehead millions of times over just to feel like he's your boyfriend. because what is a boyfriend if not caring and protective of you? tenya takes his position as your boyfriend as if it's a job he had to apply for and gets paid for, except this job isn't a nine-to-five. it's a full twenty-four hour business that he is more than happy to take part in.

he’ll take your face in his hands and either pull you down to him or lean down himself to kiss your forehead, depending on your height difference. and he’ll just caress the sides of your face as he does. and tenya is the biggest simp for you ever. if you’re a hero like him, he’s your biggest fan. if you’re not a hero, he’s still your biggest fan ‘cause who cares? you may be a civilian to everyone else, but you’re sure as shit his hero.

denki kaminari

it’s hilarious if you think denki can only pick one place on your body to kiss as his favorite. ha, no. this down bad dork can’t stop and won’t stop kissing every part of you whenever and wherever you let him. like he’ll pepper kisses all over your face, trail kisses down your arms, scatter some more of your neck, and once he’s placed a kiss on every bit of skin you allow him to, he’ll smack a giant kiss on your lips. no, seriously. all the boys are simps, but denki? he’s another category of the word simp. he’s down bad, down astronomical, even.

he’s a very physically affectionate guy, and if you are too, awesome! if not, he respects that and will hold back to make sure you’re comfortable. and if you’re cool with pda he’ll never be far from you, practically attached to your hip. and very often placing casual kisses somewhere on you, be it your shoulder, head, cheek, wherever! so long as you’re comfortable with it, denki is all over you.

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ೀ⋆OCT 23RD JENIFER'S BODY ━━ eijirou kirishima + monsterfucking !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. eijirou kirishima + monsterfucking. there’s something weird going on with you. you’re like…actually evil. not college girl evil, and it’s kinda hot. (5.5K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, dark content, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, friends to lovers (?), mentions of death/murder, demons, gore, choking, gags, marking, blood play, knife play, creampies, cockwarming, monsterfucking, rough sex, unprotected sex, demon + fem!reader, monster-hunter!kirishima.

୨୧ — director’s note. back again for another week! sorry for the delay on this one! it's for sure one of the spookier fics so pls proceed with caution and enjoy <3 - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

what does it mean to die?

by definition and according to the oxford dictionary — to die means to lose the life of a person or organism. any creature that breathes (to all capacities) the same components as air as yourself, that moves, that communicates, that exists. but what does it actually mean to die?

death is a concept the most humans find difficulty in coming to terms with. there is fear in not knowing what comes after or how it might feel when the flickering flame of your life is finally blown out. do you really see every choice you’ve ever made flash before your eyes? does it hurt? what emotions do you feel? regret, sadness, pain or happiness?

life can be so fickle, yet is always taken for granted and in a number of ways too. those that exist at this very moment don’t dare to consider the long run, they live in the moment — yes. but do they appreciate it? and then there are those that take life, disrupt the beauty of its natural course and take away a being’s chance to see the world for what it really is. to ruin their chances of love, longing and laughter. how cruel of a human do you have to be to want to hurt someone in such a way?

these are the thoughts that have plagued eijirou kirishima’s mind as of late, haunting his every waking moment from the second his eyes open, every hour in between, and to the second that they close. death has been a constant theme across the campus of yueii recently. ever since the fire at the beginning of the school year had burned the college’s local bar — it’s been everywhere.

the disappearances, the murders, the deaths.

it started with that girl, ochako uraraka, from the college cheerleading team. she went missing after a match at home and was found in the woods later on. then there was kyouka jirou — some emo looking girl who liked to skip class to play her music obnoxiously loud outside of the campus library. her friends shinsou and kaminari had been deeply affected by that.

and as of yesterday, mina ashidou.

she was the kind of girl eijirou would have been into if it wasn’t for his long-term boyfriend katsuki bakugou. she was bubbly and loud, but never treated anyone without an ounce of kindness and warmth — mina loved mornings, loved being in class and loved caring for her friends. the redhead had gotten close to her over the course of last semester, mina having joined him for a portion of his major (sports medicine) that coincided with her psych course. during that time relishing in the gift of her friendship and the kind gestures she offered like coffees for nine AM classes or sharing her notes whenever kirishima found things hard to follow.

she was found dead in one of the newly built frat houses just north of her last class with eijirou kirishima. and like most of the other victims, it looked as though she’d been chewed out by animals, as if she was scared right up until her last moments.

everyone had begged the question, who would do such a thing? why would they do it? students begin to flee, head home despite the year of lectures and assignments ahead whilst parents sent angry emails demanding that the university do more to protect their children. the killer remained at large, without a pattern, without a trademark nor a trace of evidence. nothing that could give investigators the slightest clue was ever left behind.

the only coincidence kirishima could come up with, was the very fact that you didn’t seem to care about what happened to mina even though you had been planning a date with her just hours before her death. he distinctly remembers your conversation in the halls, how you’d barely paid the pink haired girl any mind until eijirou struck up a casual (albeit, a little, flirty) conversation with her somewhere along the line. if there’s one thing that kirishima knows about you, his best friend, is that you hate when he’s the centre of attention.

he’s known you for practically as long as he’s been alive, you’ve been friends for the same amount of time too and through years of emotional bonding — eijirou has noted so many little oddities about you. things that he once adored, at least he thought that he did. you hated it when your outfits clashed, you had always jokingly claimed that it made you look like siblings rather than lovers. you were always so possessive, it took you months to accept bakugou as a partner and even more for kirishima to finally get over you… having the inkling feeling that you were leading him on.

to him, you were everything. a blessing wrapped in the shape of a wonderful human being, worth more than any gold or money a man could find. he loved you more than he should have for a friend, something he was a little too ashamed to admit — he let you take advantage of the kindest parts of his nature because of it. sometimes it almost felt like you wanted kirishima, like you needed him despite swearing that you weren't into the burly redhead. though nowadays, there’s a sinister twist in to his gut whenever you’re around — a cool chill that settles in his bones and a pang of fright to his chest where his heart is. like a knife has sliced right through it.

you’re not the same as you were before.

he gets flashes, visions of thinks he feels like he’s not supposed to see — your eyes disappearing into your skull and reappearing in a twisted shade of dark red, deep enough to rival blood diamonds and rubies. oftentimes there’s a devil’s tail and demon fangs that drip with a viscous substance akin to the one that runs through his veins and carries oxygen to his lungs. and in the days after his visions, you seem more full of life, more confident and hotter than previous ones.

that’s when it hits him, like a sturdy building coming down on eijirou all at once. rose tinted glass shatters around him, knocking his skin — making him bleed as it’s shards form a truth that he has been dreading.

whatever it is that you are, whatever it is that you’ve become is the reason for all of this death.

eijirou kirishima’s best friend… you… are a demon, a demonised college student that kills college girls for sport.

in one of his dreams, eijirou sees you soaked to the bone in blood like you've drowned in a rouge tainted oil slick. you’re still as ethereal as you’ve ever been, perhaps even glowing — and even though it’s just a dream and he knows what you’ve done, he still finds himself that boy who years for you and your body against his. on top of his. moving with his—

shooting up from the comfort of his sheets, kirishima palms the dull ache at the forefront of his mind as he tries to rid himself of all thoughts regarding you. funnily enough, you’re already there, waiting for him practically naked at the foot of his bed as if eijirou had used a demon circle to summon you in the middle of the night. it never used to be like that, where he’d call for you and you’d actually answer.

you’ve been in his room more times than he can count — put posters up with him, had sleepovers, danced to old music on his stereo tapes. but this time isn’t the same. firstly, you’ve never been bare below the waist and secondly, you’ve never looked this insane or deranged. the hairs on the back of the redhead’s neck stand on end, his spiked pulse — elevated and alive steadily thumps through him so loud he’s scared that you might hear it… and yet….

“what are you even doing here? don’t you know it’s late?” kirishima yawns, stretching out his tired limbs as he holds his arms above his head for some relief in his taut muscles.

peeking a crimson eye open to look at you, the smear of blood at the corner of your plump lips doesn’t go unnoticed by him, though, it still doesn’t elicit the reaction eijirou expects from himself. the innate human desire to survive.

“i owe you an explanation.” the smile that you give him is too fast to be genuine, just barely reaching your big shiny eyes. there’s that feeling again, the knots in eijirou’s stomach — the ones that let him know something is off. “you know what i am, i want to tell you why.” your tone is sickly sweet like molasses in his ears, innocent as if you’re not a demon.

as if you’re not the one behind all of this death. you explain to kirishima in detail about the night a group of bandmates sacrificed you to satan so that they could go global. how they mistook you for a virgin sacrifice. how the devil resides within you now. you tell him about the blood of your victims and the missing people. how it’s the only thing you can stomach. how it makes you grow stronger, how it heals you, how much you love the new version of you. the murderous you.

he thinks you might have gone insane when you flip a lighter from your pocket to burn your tongue — showing how you recover almost instantly. it’s only then that fear strikes eijirou in the chest with the power of a lightning bolt — realising that he’s well and truly lost his best friend. to satan or to insanity.

poor, gullible, eijirou kirishima — for doubting that his best friend could be capable of such heinous crimes. and while you stand there, looking more alive and more beautiful than ever… he just can’t fight the feeling that makes him want to run.

the red head quickly realises that he’s no longer faster or stronger than you. for your demon powers have you reaching the bed before he can even throw off the sheets. your toned thighs swing around his waist to lock eijirou down to the bed, his back hitting the blankets with a dull thud and his wrist nearly crushed in your hand — wrestling his concealed knife away from your chest, just barely nicking you.

“why would you want to hurt me, eiji?” you comment softly, acting as if everything is as it were before you changed. “it’s still the same old me!” the both of you are breathing deep from where your old friend thrashes underneath you, his pupils dilating and casting a dark shadow over his terrified red eyes. “i really don’t want to hurt you.”

this could be it. he thinks. his life flashing before his eyes just like the stories say. “t-then don’t…” kirishima stutters, the pitch of his voice spiking as you shift on top of him — inspecting him as if he’s a piece of meat. you have him right where you want him, his blade under your control, his vital organs open and vulnerable. one wrong move and kirishima could be next on your list of life-force victims. “you don’t have to.”

“you’re right… i don’t think i will.” cooing, you take your free hand down eijirou’s muscled body, tongue darting out to wet your lips while your hips grind down on his swelling erection — painfully hard from the mix of arousal and fear coursing through his blood stream. “on one condition,” you continue on, moaning lightly at the sensation of your clothed clit catching on his cockhead. “you let me feed from you.”

“w-will you kill me?”

“only if you stop trying to kill me.” you’re not upset, from what he can tell — revelling in your best friend’s guilt and betrayal as his knife drags along your collarbones in a thin slice from where you’ve let your guard down.

a crimson gaze flickers to all of the vital points on your face — searching for your innocence and any traces of who you once were. seizing the opportunity hiding within your hesitation and the crack in your resolve, kirishima tries once more to shove you off of him but makes the mistake of trusting your facade. he’s quick but you’re quicker, raking your nails over his toned stomach until they catch on the waistband of his shorts. as soon as his erection springs free — wetly slapping against his stomach whilst precum tangles in the coarse black of his pubic hair, you slither your hot cunt down on to him.

straight to the hilt.

your thighs either side of his angled hips keep the redhead anchored to his sheets and your hands splayed across his stomach stop him from writhing away from your quivering cunt as it clenches around him. not that he’d want to. pull out of you, of course. eijirou grows delirious, hot under the collar at the feeling of his weighty cock pulsing against your biscuits, squishy insides. a tender whimper bubbles up on his slightly chapped lips, his pointed teeth sinking into the swell of his lower one to try and muffle the pathetic sound.

he can hardly believe this. that is best friend, whatever form you might be taking right now, is sitting on his fat, drippy dick like he’s always dreamed of. any guilt kirishima has pulsing through his veins (in regards to basically cheating on bakugou, his boyfriend, no less) is replaced by white hot blistering lust. it burns at his nerve endings, painfully tremors through his erection trapped by your welcoming wet walls. it leaks against pleasure spots in the form of sticky precum — white and thick as it paints your pussy while you cockwarm him.

kirishima swallows and his adam’s apple bobs, he looks up at you through his dark long lashes without a word — afraid this his voice will fail him and end up in a moan.

“please, eijirou,” you purr, completely devoid of any blame-worthiness or evidence of your wrong doings. you’ve killed people. innocent girls for your own bloodlust and now you’re where — seated on your bestie’s dick as if your crimes mean nothing. and with a pussy like yours, wrapped around kirishima so warmly and tightly, he might start to believe that you’re innocent too. “let me feed from you, promise i won’t hurt you. i just…need…”

leaning down towards his neck, your hips shift above his own, encouraging his heavy girth to sink deeper inside of you — walls rippling pleasurably around him. the sudden movement causes a low, and needy groan to take residence in kirishima’s chest — taking root in his lungs and other vital organs. his head tips back into the pillows, ruby, blood red locks tussled against their fabric as a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead and another down his chin. tracing the ridges of his adam’s apple and the column of his throat.

his eyes don’t dare flutter shut, coasting over your every move as your lips ghost over his prominent collarbone and then his neck — pressing into his pulse pout where his heartbeat races, fear and adrenaline shooting through his body thanks to the steady thump of his heart.

you hear it all, the frightened tune of eijirou’s bodily orchestra only causing your mouth to water. “just need to taste you…” pouting, you nudge the point at which his chiselled jaw meets his neck. “need you.”

slowly but surely, your hunger reveals your truest form — and instead of the sweet girl eijirou kirishima once new, you sprout demon horns and a tail, nails that could tear a throat out, teeth that could surely cause carnage and a feral grin proving to the redhead that you would eat him alive. in contrast, your tone is sweet like syrupy honey or hard candy, the kind that eijirou loves — it’s salacious and full of wanton and he knows that he should resist. but you’ve always had a way of getting what you want out of him — he can never say no to you. you are his girl after all.

and no matter how hard he tries to escape your clutches — he will always be yours.

“f-fine,” kirishima barks, albeit shakily. “t-take what you need. just as long as you promise not to kill me.”

“pinky, baby.” comes your angelic coo, contrasting with the deep red of your own blood as it drips against kirishima’s golden boy skin. your hands massage over his sensitive pecs, smearing your hot blood over his nipples as they pebble under your fiendish touch. there’s a devilish spark in your pretty eyes once he agrees, and so, you latch onto his gorgeous, golden tanned skin ready to feed on kirishima to your heart's content.

as the pointed edge of your teeth sink into eijirou’s neck, his hips instinctively turn upwards and nudge his thick cock against your womb while layers of your juices spiral down each prominent blue vein that decorates his shaft. you bite down, hard, bruising him with shades of deep purple and midnight blue as if you’re creating a work of art. you suck the life from kirishima, close to draining his blood as if you’re a vampire fledgling with her first catch of prey.

there’s a weakness and a fuzziness that sits comfortably over eijirou’s brain, enhanced by the steady stream you set your hips — gently lifting and dropping them over the red head’s lap. the more energy, the more life force, that you drink from him — a mix of your blood and his glossing over your lips, the more turned on you feel. your cunt drips down his balls like a never ending tap, you’re so wet that a lewd slap echoes throughout your best friend’s bedroom.

even though you’re the one in control, guiding the hum of ecstasy that courses throughout kirishima's entire body, the waves that make him tingle from the top of his head to the tips of his toes — there’s no doubt that he has you losing your composure. the delicious burn of his girth against the tight rim of your entrance every time you sink down on the redhead drives you up the wall and pulls innocent whimpers from the bloody seam of your lips.

having him pressed up against your silken walls, bearing down on that special spot inside your swollen sinful pussy while you drain the man fry of his life force causes your jaw to go slack and tony spurts of his seed to coat your puffy folds. “oh fuck!” you drawl all high pitched, eyes disappearing into your skull as a bemused and blood-coated smile stretches across your angelic face. “you feel like heaven, eiji.” to pacify yourself, you lick over the puncture wound of your teeth that you’ve left against kirishima’s neck, grabbing him by the cheeks and tilting his head so you have access to the other side. “you taste so good, feel even better.”

“y-yeah?” kirishima asks, his voice shaky and extra husky from the lust. against his better judgement, clouded by all that is you — his rough hands fall to your doughy hips, manoeuvring you on his throbbing dick to his liking. “i-i like the way you fuck me, baby. but please…please move a little faster…”eijirou feels like he’s going insane beneath you chasing your sweltering and souse sex like a man following a mirage to quench his thirst. he behinds to push upward where you bounce your ass and pull off his cock, your hips rocking together fluidly.

his morals are completely abandoned, he could care less about the fact that you might be a killer, that you’re some kind of otherworldly being — especially when you ride him just like that. you release his raw bitten neck from your jaws of death, face and chin covered in blood and spit, while your hands dance down your chest and tweak at your nipples for your best friend’s viewing pleasure. he groans lowly at the sight, extending a thumb from your hip to reach between your doughy thighs and fat pussy lips so he can spread you wide open for him.

“g-getting bold, are we eiji?” you simper, ruby red lips caught between your pointy teeth when the rough pad of his thumb grazes your swollen clit as it peaks from between your folds. feverishly, you grind against kirishima’s digit, leaving a treacle-like trace of your sweet nectar against his hand. “so nasty. trying to get me off while i drain you dry. you m-must be delirious. so cute.”

he hates the way that you mock him, poke fun at how fucked up kirishima is for you. even though he knows that you’re slowly but surely killing him, drinking his blood while you take a seat on his achy, wet cock — he can’t help but give into you. eijirou wonders if this is how your other victims went out, if your precious tits swaying in their hot faces were the last thing they saw before you took them out. it’s a crude thought, but it only serves to turn him on even more. picturing you this way above others, your skin shining in the moonlight from the perspiration that glitters over you along with your glistening slit that leaves webs of your slick in his pubic hair.

while his thoughts escape him and his imagination runs wild, your next move catches the redhead by surprise. you grip his throat tight as leverage as you ride the man for dear life, pudgy thighs slapping against his strong ones, clit grinding against his pelvis and fingers. “fuck me,” eijirou begs, face twisted in rapture and guilt, cheeks as red as his hair. “fuck me harder, take what you want from me. j-just give it to me.”

it must be the lack of oxygen to his brain that obscures his view of you — the cold hearted killer on campus. because eijirou only sees his best friend, the girl he’s wanted his entire life, falling apart on his creamy cock as it bullies it’s way into your womb. he doesn’t care what you do to him as long as he keeps feeling as high as cloud nine.

the way you fuck yourself down on him right now, it’s like an out of body experience. you’re hot all over, out of control, objects and and Knick knacks around kirishima’s room levitating with the sheer amount of power and euphoria pulsating through your sweaty bodies as they move together in a shamefully slurry dance.

his head rolls to the side when you speed up, slamming your clenching cunt down on him with an erratic rhythm — a crude mix of your arousals flying about the place and wafting with the scent of metallic blood in the sex trained air. “you’re so needy, eijirou. bakugou hasn’t been taking care of you.” you tease through baited breath, throwing your hips down on him so that his milky precum spreads along your ribbed and sensitive walls.

you sink your teeth into his perfectly poised neck once more, leaving your mark and draining him of that life energy again. kirishima wails at your comment, chest heaving and eyes watering, his lungs threatening to explode with blistering lust. the more you bite at him, take his blood and his life, the more powerful eijirou feels. because you seem to have forgotten one key element to your newly found powers.

where your other victims were torn to shreds, the bites you leave on kirishima leave him with pieces of your demon abilities too.

“you can’t even respond, s’kinda pathetic, don’t you think eiji?” your words are harsher, meaner, and the red head can’t tell if it makes him want to fuck you or hate you more. “that you’re willing to let me sue you like this. take your life just like every pretty girl before you…maybe when i’m done with you, i’ll pick on your little boyfriend next—“

you truly are the fucking devil.

though everything you say is slurred and in the heat of the moment — you don’t have a chance to finish. every syllable ends in a salacious squeal when kirishima uses his newfound strength to wildly jackhammer into you. so fast and fucking hard that his weighty breeder’s balls smack against the jiggly flesh of your ass. his beefy arms snake their way around your shoulders, anchoring you to his girth while the bed creaks beneath the weight.

“will you fucking quit it?” in split second and surprising turn of events, eijirou has you flipped onto your stomach — sweaty chest to your back and cock so deep his pelvis barely peels away from your ass as it bounces for him. “you promised not to try and hurt me. but if you want it to hurt, then I’ll make it so.”

cockwarming him hardly prepared you for just how big and blessed your best friend is. chubby, fat and drooly as his cock glides through the sugar glazed lining of your gushy walls. every time your creamy hole clamps down on him, he threatens to crumble. like a mountain with an avalanche, his girth doused in your sweet essence and his breath shaky against your ear. kirishima grips at your demon’s tail where it sprouts just above your ass, stroking it lewdly just to hear you yowl for him.

the sheets below become victim to your pointed teeth, tearing through the soft linen in an attempt to calm your pornographic screams. “c’mon big guy,” you growl into the sheets, muffled, needy and amused, while you run your tongue over blood soaked teeth. “i thought you were going to make it hurt—“

“don’t test my patience, sweetheart,” your best friend snarls back as if you’re two animals fighting over land or territory — using his brute force, eijirou grips you by the back of your neck in a similar fashion to the way you did him, and yanks you onto your knees so that you’re both kneeling in the bed while eijirou fucks your wet little cunt raw. “if ‘m gonna fuck you, it’s going to be by my rules. so do me a fuckin’ favour and keep your pretty mouth shut, alright?”

the bed squeals louder than you do with this new position, eijirou angling his hips up to meet your g-spot perfectly — letting your eager pussy swallow him down. you lose control quicker than your brain can even realise, overpowered by the way the redhead brutally pounds into you, milky and heavy precum pearling along your ribbed walls like dew droplets in a black widow’s spiderweb. your sex welcome him home as if he was never meant to leave, clench on his bright red tip as you froth at his base and drop down his balls.

equally, your mouth foams with copious amounts of spit, your head hanging low while eijirou ruts you into a state of delirium. he licks the trace of drool seeping out of loud mouth and follows it up to your lips — generously feeding you his hungry moans and strings of spit. keeping you sedated, all for him while your tongues roll over one another in a fierce battle, neither of you knowing who will come out on top.

“you’re disgusting,” kirishima barks against your nape, giving it a near murderous squeeze — he fumbles around in the sheets and somehow locates the knife from before, pressing its cool blade against your skin with his free hand. you can just about hear him over the pap, pap, pap of his Rick plunging in and out of your slick walls. “don’t you feel guilty? huh? for…fuck, killing anyone?” the metal against your skin makes you moan, makes kirishima light headed and the whole ordeal so much hotter.

but you somehow manage to smirk in response, throwing it back into the red head aggressively— drowning in the pleasure. “don’t you feel guilty for fucking their killer?”

you grip the knife, pulling it closer to your vitality veins, light trails of blood from the wound smearing along kirishima’s skin meeting your skin. “why shouldn’t i kill you?”

“y-you don’t have a reason not to!” you battle through the thick drool on your tongue, hyperfocus in the precum and slick slinging between your sore thighs. you’re wrecked and ruined, losing your demon strength to your goodie two shoes best friend. “i’m a god, death doesn’t s-scare me!” with the way his dick churns you up, eijirou stretches you beyond your limits and preps you to take his impending heavy load. “f-fuck! right there, k-kiri!”

it’s so good that your demon powers activate on their own, your insides that burn bright with ecstasy grow so hot that they heat the knife pressed against you — branding eijirou’s hand with your claim until he drops the hot metal. he falters, the rhythm of his thrusts going sloppy while a creamy sound echoes between your sexes. you’ve changed and you’re right.

if eijirou kirishima really cared about your victims he would have turned you in and ended this all at the first chance. instead he dips into your demonic charm, afraid of what lies on the other end of this sinful ordeal. does he let you go? does he turn you in? does he keep his best friend here in his arms no matter what crimes you may commit?

“oh…oh eiji!” you whine, small and cute. “‘m gonna cum! please cum for me…cum with me.”

gone is his precious best friend, replaced with a slutty demon trying to selfishly such down his cock. lost in the moment of the ecstasy, you reach back and rake your talons across his skin in one last attempt to leave your mark and it’s only then that eijirou has had enough. using all of his strength, he roughly pushes you down to the sheets once more — forcing the sheets into your mouth to keep you quiet.

“i can’t stand you.” he reiterates, huffing against your shoulder while locks of his hair stick to your hot, sweaty bodies. “you’re so fucking greedy. so evil…”eijirou shifts to press his hand into the pillow next to your head, smiling sadistically at your muffled screams as he puts the last of his energy into making you cum just as you want. because you always get what you want out of him. “y-you don’t even deserve this.”

“b-but you’ll give it to me,” you pant around your mock gag, swallowing down thickly. “i’ll keep killing if i have to… you’ll still want me…”

even if it’s true, eijirou always wanting you, he can’t shake the feeling that you’re no longer the girl he used to know. used to love. his warm and kind persona you once knew is replaced with a similar demonic beast full of lust. “yeah i will and you’ll fuckin’ take it.” he threatens, continually bucking into you and nudging your g-spot in a swaying dance of sacrilege. “s-shit, you’re gettin’ tight. are you really that close, so soon?”

all you can do is nod — grabbing and biting at anything to keep yourself calm. the world around you shakes furiously and white blinds your gaze as you cum, juices splashing back onto kirishima’s meaty girth. “let me give it to you, hm? cream this pussy. make you mine like you want…” comes the red head’s last simper before the dam breaks and your demon cunt drains him dry, milking him for every last drop of his potent white seed.

the two of you are reduced to shallow breaths and heavy eyelids — exhausted from the loss of blood and sharing of demon powers.

but before you can turn around and sing kirishima your praises — the air is sucked from your lungs, a searing pain shooting through your back right through to the centre of your chest. thick, hot blood fills your lungs and the cavity in which they rest, it gathers at the corners of your cherry bitten lips and seeps through the knife wound kirishima has inflicted on you.

he’s quite literally stabbed you in the back.

he had no other choice, he couldn’t let you go on hurting people and tarnishing the image of his once best friend. you were different now, you had no place in the world anymore. it was your turn at death’s door, eijirou had decided.

“i… i’m sorry,” he says carefully, pulling out and away from you as you lay dying beneath him. “i… i couldn’t—“

with the last of your energy you offer eijirou kirishima a weak and bloody smile. “s’okay…” your breathing slows in understanding, and he lets go of the knife in your back. “so by any chance… have a tampon?”

of course you would find it in you to make a joke when faced with death. you weren’t afraid of anything.

and now, neither was kirishima.

with his newfound demon powers he wouldn’t let your death nor that of others go in vein. he would find the pro heroes who did his to you, made him do this to you, and make them pay.

a life for a life. a death for the same price.

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vampcubus · 1 year

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Hi, I really like your writing (especially your Rengoku headcanons.) Also, your page looks so aesthetically pleasing, I think it's really cool.

Can I request some headcanons for Tokoyami with a s/o who's love language is biting? (It can be fluff or smut or both, it's your choice)

If you don't want to write this, that's okay too, have a nice day!

sure can! and thank you sm for the compliments, got me blushin’ n shit 😳 i also decided to tack on more characters for this prompt!

𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : fumikage, izuku, katsuki, and eijirou.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : vaguely nsfw, projecting my biting kink onto all these men tbh.

𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈

— Fumikage’s probably the most startled by your love bites for sure. He’s still getting used to your kisses, so you can bet he’s jumping a mile into the air when he feels you sneak a nip to his shoulder. He’s so flustered, beak tipped down to his chest in embarrassment. What was that for? Were you teasing him? An intrusive thought perhaps?

— When you explain it to him, it endears him to you even more. You were biting him because it’s how you expressed your love? He wished he’d known sooner.

— He definitely writes romanticized poetry about how your teeth feel on his skin.

— Knaw on him all you like, he’s yours to chew on as you see fit — so long as you promise to kiss the bites you leave afterward.

— Poor guy gets teased endlessly for the bite marks he’s got all over, somehow them being inherently non-sexual makes it worse. He feels dirty when his friends make unsavory jokes about them, but it’s not like he’s going to tell you that you can’t sink your teeth in just because he’s embarrassed.

— He notices that you tend to do it even more when you’re excited about something, nicks of your teeth interspersed with your enthusiastic smooching.

— He should have expected your habit to emerge in the bedroom, yet it still incites a shaky gasp when you sink your teeth into his neck and shoulder as you take him inside you.

— Don’t tell anyone but he likes the pain, particularly when it mixes with the pleasure of you claiming him.

— He traces your bite marks when he’s thinking of you <3

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀

— There’s nothing cuter than the pitched gasp he makes when your teeth nip at his ear for the first time. At first, he thinks you just wanted to mess with him so he pouts, rubbing at the red mark you left behind.

“That hurt you know…” he huffs, bottom lip sticking out.

— That is until he realizes that you’re doing it mindlessly like you weren’t giving it a second thought.

— When your lips press a kiss to his shoulder in passing, he’s conditioned to tense up in case you decide to take a bite out of him on a whim.

— It’s not an unpleasant feeling, but he has a habit of being vocal about his approval. The last thing he wants is for you to sneak a bite when he isn’t expecting it and he moans out loud when other people are around.

— in short, he likes it. a lot.

— He’s your personal chew toy as far as he’s concerned. Still, his curiosity compels him to ask you about it.

“So I’ve noticed that you uh… bite me a lot? Is that like… a conscious thing or…?” he inquires one day, and the way your face practically bursts into flames should be enough of an answer on its own.

“Gosh I’m so sorry if that’s weird—“ you blubber, fanning your burning cheeks as he watches in fascination. You’re so cute when you get flustered like that, he muses.

“No, I like it!” He states a little too loudly and then rushes to amend his enthusiasm, stumbling over his words as his own furious blush flares up. He was outing himself. “N-not in a weird way or anything. I just think it’s cute!”

— And when he makes the connection of you biting him = loving him, he’s over the moon about it.

— Has a thing for being marked as yours, so your habit goes hand in hand with that desire.

— Sink your teeth in until his skin dots with blood, he doesn’t care, cus no amount of pain could take away from the dizzying pleasure he feels at that moment.

— Encourages you to bite him harder <333 he's no weakling, you know you can be rougher with him, don't you?

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

— As expected, he is less than understanding about it the first time you leap into his back and chomp his shoulder.

“HUH?! THE HELL DID YOU BITE ME FOR?!”

— Calls you a freak 😔 honestly he can be so mean </3

— However, this can be amended by confessing that your compulsion to bite him was a sign of love. Watch his cheeks get all red, hand covering his face as he leans away from your scrutinizing gaze — because you’ve flustered him.

“Yeah, okay I get it! you do it cus you like me or whatever but it hurts you know. Can’t just do it out of nowhere…” he grumbles, avoiding your sparkling eyes. Because that sounded like a stamp of approval to you.

— He’ll fuss most times you do it, but only before guiding your teeth to the place he wants them. Cus if you’re gonna bite him you might as well go for the throat where he likes it.

— Can’t help that his cock throbs whenever your breath grazes his jugular, anticipating the sting of your teeth pulling the tender skin between them.

— Going in for an affectionate chomp in other places just gets you an annoyed hand shoving your face away — especially if you’re around other people. It’s almost pitiful how your face drops when he does as if he’s the bad guy. What a joke!

“C’mon, don’t give me that look. You can chew on me later.”

— He’s all too aware that you do it to distract him, so he won’t always tolerate it if he’s genuinely busy.

“I know you’re just tryna distract me. You aren’t slick, you little shit.” he’ll hiss, though the truth is he just doesn’t wanna work with a boner.

— If you bite someone else he is IMMENSELY jealous. Those teeth are only for him dammit. And that realization just makes him even more embarrassed, because fuck you’ve infected him with your weirdness. He wasn’t supposed to like it too!

— He bites back in retaliation so watch out!

𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

— He’s a tough guy, and obsessed with you, so chances are he’s not going to bat an eye if you wanna take a lil chomp every now and then. In his mind, you must think he looks tasty enough to eat, and he’ll take that as a compliment thank-you!

— That said, he does notice, and that you only do it to him specifically. His heart squeezes at that. I’m special. I’m special to them. Playing in his head in an endless loop as he stares at you with that lovesick puppy look.

— Eijirou wants to reciprocate but with teeth like his, he’d be too nervous about breaking the skin. That longing being there means something.

— He knows to pay attention to you when you nip him, lest he’d like to see how much harder you can bite. And he really didn’t wanna have to explain to Katsuki why he’s got an angry red bite mark at the base of his neck. (Truthfully Katsuki would notice but not say anything about it, equating it to his best friend getting mad pussy, which he is already plenty jealous of.)

— In a perfect world Eijirou would sit with you in his lap while you sucked dark marks into the flesh of his throat all day long.

— The more chomps you take out of him the more he desires to return the favor, imagining what your reaction would be. Would you like it? Would you let him do it again? Do you even realize you do it? Those questions bubble anxiously inside until he musters up the courage to ask.

“Hey uh, would it be totally weird if I bit you?” he slides it so casually into the conversation you almost miss it. But he can tell he’s piqued your curiosity when your eyes dart from the tv to his own, side-eying him but not fully acknowledging the question. “Like… how you love nip me sometimes — which is very cute by the way — I wanna do the same to you.”

“I don’t ask before biting you, why should you? Just bite me next time, K? It would be totally hot but you’ve ruined the element of surprise, you see?” You return to your dead-eyed stare at the tv, munching away at your snack as if nothing happened.

He stares dumbly at you for a moment before he processes that as both acceptance and a challenge.

“Right!”

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sup-hoes-its-me · 2 days

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They comfort you on your period

feat: midoriya, bakugo, kirishima, denki, todoroki, tamaki

Summary: reader is on her period and her kind and loving boyfriend makes sure to take good care of her. truthfully, I've never had anyone comfort me on my period so im not so sure these are accurate haha. (requested!)

To the person who requested, i hope you like it!

bakugo:

midoriya:

kirishima:

denki:

todoroki:

#x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #denki kaminari x reader #denki x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader #mha smau #mha x reader smau #mha texts #mha x reader texts #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader

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kentocidal · 6 months

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FILE NAME: SHARING IS CARING!.TXT

USERS FOUND: stepbro!eijirou kirishima x fem!afab!reader x best friend! bakugou

WARNING! THIS FILE HAS BEEN CORRUPTED! DO NOT OPEN! stepcest, threesum, oral (m! and f! receiving), corruption, dubcon, piv, unprotected, dirty talk, coercion sort of, scummy!kiri, ask to tag

NOTES ABOUT THE VIRUS: your stebrother kirishima promised his best friend a taste of the forbidden fruit.

INTERNAL MESSAGE: i don't even care if this flops im posting it for me. happy first kinktober fic! visit the masterlist here!

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“are you absolutely sure this is gonna go over well, red?”

kirishima huffed out a laugh at his friend’s question, glancing over at him from the driver’s seat of his car as he drove the both of them back to his house. “yeah dude! it’s gonna be great. she’s really sweet, y’know. i’ve already told you everything about her. she’ll be fine.”

bakugou shifted slightly in the passenger seat, jutting out his bottom lip and turning his head to look out the passenger window. the familiar suburban landscape opened up more around them as they turned onto a familiar street, one that they always walked up and down as teens growing up.

it was bakugou’s first time back on kirishima’s street in a long, long time. it wasn’t kirishima’s first, though.

kirishima’s mother had remarried another man after he had moved out of the house, and with him came the introduction of probably the most stunning girls he’d ever seen in his entire life. ‘she’s like an angel,’ he’d mumble over to bakugou across a table in the dining hall, showing him a candid of you in sweatpants and a tight tank top on his mom’s couch, ‘she just lets you do anything to her, man. it’s like a built-in girlfriend. she’s always like, ohhh nii-san…’

bakugou had been apprehensive about the whole situation. he’d known that kirishima had… a thing for that cringe roleplay stepsister porn, but the fact that he was going through with it now that it was a reality had originally made him a bit concerned.

it had taken a lot of convincing for him to agree to come home with kiri for a weekend for … a relaxing getaway, as kirishima had put it.

kiri made the turn into his small driveway and picked up his phone, tapping quickly at the screen. “lettin’ her know we’re here…” he muttered under his breath before the little whoosh sound of the message sending rang through the car.

bakugou took a deep breath, feeling out of his element. he felt like he was walking into a temptation set up by the devil.

kiri whistled to himself as he got out of the car and wandered to the trunk, popping it open to grab their backpacks. they were only spending the night, not expected to be there past sunday, so they had chosen to pack light.

bakugou gathered himself and stepped out of the car, pushing the door shut a little too hard when the front door of the house smacked open suddenly.

and there you were, in tiny sleep shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top, house shoes still on as you grinned and hurried down the stoop to your stepbrother. “eiji-nii! you made it!”

bakugou felt like his mouth was full of cotton as you hurried into kirishima’s arms, nuzzling your face into his chest and kicking a foot up, giggling into him. you were… you were going to rot his brain out. you with those thick thighs, soft-looking skin, clothes tight to your body and the curves of your ass poking out of the bottom of your sleep shorts.

kirishima wrapped his thick arms around your frame and held you tight, pressing his face to your hair and breathing deep, as if he hadn’t just seen you this time last week. “hey, careful! almost knocked me over.” he laughed into you before letting you go to take your shoulders, pushing you back to get a good look at you. “beautiful as always.”

bakugou felt out of place, for the first time in his life, watching his best friend observe his little stepsister, a girl who fell into his lap that he got to stick his dick in. it should be wrong.

kirishima looked over you to bakugou, those crimson eyes of his meeting burning carmine, shark teeth on display. “you remember how i told you my friend was coming over?”

“hm?” you turned and looked over your shoulder, all wide eyes and plush, wet lips that made a knot form in bakugou’s throat. he instinctively clicked his tongue, averting his gaze while kiri squeezed your shoulders.

“i know you remember that i told you he was staying with us this weekend. hope you still don’t mind. you don’t, right?”

you looked up at your stepbrother and pouted, face feeling hot from embarrassment, you had been so excited about your stepbrother coming home that you had forgotten about your guest. you pulled away from kiri to turn towards bakugou, sticking out a hand in greeting. “nice to meet you, sorry for being so rude, i just got excited.”

bakugou looked down at you with a mixed sort of facial expression. it read like he was angry, but he was more frustrated with his own feelings as he grabbed your hand in his to shake it once. (your skin was so soft, you smelled like coconut, you probably just applied lotion, what would your hand look like wrapped around his-)

“nice t’ meet ya too.”

—

kiri was sat on one end of the couch, bakugou on the other, beers in hand as you hummed to yourself while cooking dinner. you had offered, against bakugou’s protesting, and insisted that you needed to be a good host for your brother’s best friend while he stayed in your home. so he had allowed it, staring at you through the entryway into the kitchen from his spot on the couch while he watched the way your shorts bunched further around your thighs, long legs exposed.

kirishima chuckled, startling him out of his trance. “you enjoyin’ the view, bro?”

“this is insane,” bakugou choked out, shifting to face a little more towards kirishima. “this is- this isn’t right. you’re a freak.”

“and yet, you still came.” he shrugged, swirling the beer by the neck of the bottle before taking a swig. “she’s fine with it. she came onto me.”

“i still don’t believe you.”

“dude! i swear! that’s what happened! i was gonna try to be normal about this, yknow. but she wanted me so bad.”

bakugou scrunched his mouth up and sat back on the couch. kirishima was fucking his stepsister who he claims came onto him. kirishima was fucking his stepsister, and he was going to fuck her next.

“dinner’s ready!” you called out, smiling at the pair of them, and kiri grinned oh so innocently up at you as he stood. “you’re such a doll. thanks, sis.” he patted your head as he walked past you, and you just beamed at him.

bakugou could tell you were trying to act like you weren’t sleeping with your stepbrother in front of guests. he could see how you were holding off, sitting at the opposite ends of tables or rooms, fussing with your clothing a little more than someone who was completely comfortable in their skin.

dinner was… interesting. there was a sort of heat in the room that no one chose to acknowledge. you asked bakugou about his classes, smiling so prettily when he gruffly explained what his major was, what he wanted to do after graduation. kiri cracked jokes as always, talking around mouthfuls of food as if he had never learned manners.

things took a shift after you and kirishima did the dishes.

kiri had suggested a movie, except the movie was never picked.

you suggested snacks, too, but the popcorn was never made.

bakugou felt like he had blinked, and suddenly he was on one end of the couch while kirishima was again sat on the other, back to the armrest, one leg kicked up and stretched out on the couch cushions.

you had been pulled into kirishima’s lap after trying to reach over him for a blanket. that had been the catalyst. your back was to kiri’s chest, and his hands had slipped their way up under your tiny tank top to cup your tits with a low groan. “missed you, nii-chan.”

“eiji-nii, what are you-”

“shh, he wants to see. i told him all about us, and i let him know that we were good at sharing.” he mumbled against your ear, his wide forearms starting to bunch the fabric of your tank top further and further up.

your eyes, nervous and embarrassed, were locked dead on bakugou’s, knees knocked together, tits about to be revealed and spill from kirishima’s hands.

kiri was groping his little stepsister in front of his best friend, and he was getting hard.

bakugou felt his nostrils flare as the cogs started to turn in your pretty little head. and then, finally, what he assumed was the real you started to poke through the cracks of your innocent facade.

“is he gonna watch us, eiji-nii?”

“i want him to join. he’s my best friend ever! you think you can help him out? make him feel just as good as you make me feel?”

“only if he wants to…” you murmured and started to chew on your lip, brows furrowed in concern.

the weight of both his best friend and his best friend’s little sister sat heavily on bakugou’s shoulders for just a moment. he could say no. he could get up and call a car right now to take him home. he could call kirishima’s mother, tell her about what her son and precious stepdaughter have been doing behind their backs. it wasn’t right. it was filthy, it could ruin them-

kirishima gripped the front of your tiny tank and tore the fabric off of you, causing you to squeal in surprise and flinch at the sheer show of strength. your tits, soft and pillowy, nipples hard from the groping, fully on display in front of him.

katsuki bakugou had morals, yes. but katsuki bakugou was also merely a man.

“i wanna fuck you, sweetheart.”

kirishima grinned. “told you bro. best pussy you’ll ever get.” kiri turned his attention back down to you, sliding a massive hand down your front to cup your pussy through your sleep shorts. “you’re not even wearing panties, spread your legs, show kats how wet you’ve been for us.”

you, with your head already swimming from the attention, dropped your knees and spread your legs, revealing the damp patch in the crotch of your shorts. bakugou practically choked. if he had just reached over at the dinner table, he could’ve felt your pretty pussy much earlier.

“now then, nii-chan, i want you to treat kats like he’s your big brother too. make him feel really special.”

“red, don’t-”

“trust me.” kirishima’s eyes cut back up to bakugou’s, and bakugou felt something in him falter. he always viewed himself as the leader of their small friend group while growing up, always taking charge in risky situations. but here, on this couch, in a house he practically grew up in, bakugou felt small next to his best friend, who seemed far too in his element to be normal.

you, lips wet and eyes glassy, nodded anyways and looked up at bakugou with a soft smile. “katsuki-nii.”

“oh, fuck.” bakugou breathed out, shifting closer to you on the couch. “let me see you, take those shorts off-”

kirishima helped you lift your hips up for bakugou to get your shorts down and off of your hips, and he practically started drooling at the sight. you, gorgeous you, your pussy drooling and almost clenching around nothing, puffy clit aching between glistening folds.

kiri hummed in the back of his throat, dipping his hand back down and swiping two thick fingers through your lips, making you gasp and shudder. he brought his fingers up to his own mouth with a dirty grin. “she tastes good, bro. you should try it.”

bakugou’s gaze flickered between you and kirishima, before ultimately landing on you. you smiled at him, spreading your legs impossibly wider, reaching up a hand to cup his cheek. “katsuki-nii, please, want you to-”

you didn’t have to say anything else to convince bakugou to drop to his stomach and press his mouth to your sopping cunt, lapping over you with wide strokes of his tongue and groaning into your pussy.

you moaned, a hand flying to his hair while the other braced itself on kirishima’s thigh. you tossed your head back onto kirishima’s shoulder, already trying to rock your hips up to meet bakugou’s tongue halfway.

kirishima’s hands found their way to bakugou’s hair and to your mouth. two of his fingers dipped into your mouth, encouraging you to suck on them, which you gladly obliged, swirling your tongue around the digits and pretending like it was your big brother’s cock.

bakugou felt his hair get yanked, and he hissed before looking up and meeting kirishima’s dark gaze.

“get a good taste, man. you’re gonna fuck her mouth after. don’t let her cum.”

you whined desperately in the back of your throat in protest, but kiri only pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth to make you gag and gurgle around them. bakugou hummed against your clit, sucking your puffy nub into his mouth to really make you leak.

you squirmed in kirishima’s lap, clutching bakugou’s blonde locks as his tongue expertly swirled around your clit and his fingers prodded at your entrance, two of them slipping into your hole without much resistance. you bucked your hips, clenching down hard around his fingers as he crooked them upwards towards the spongey spot inside of you, and bakugou had an inkling of a feeling that he wouldn’t get his treat if he didn’t listen to kirishima.

he felt the way your breathing suddenly changed, and sat up, fingers and the bottom half of his face soaked with your juices.

kirishima pulled his fingers from your mouth, and you cried out in frustration. “katsuki-nii, please! so close, please-”

“don’t you wanna cum on this cock, princess?” kirishima sat up a little more and grabbed his hard cock through his sweats, making bakugou let out a breathy chuckle.

“he’s right, baby. you know the rules. you only get to cum on your big brother’s cock.”

you felt the coil in your tummy start to loosen as kirishima stood and maneuvered out from under you, pushing you back against the armrest. bakugou took the free moment to crawl over you and smash his lips to yours, letting you get a good taste of yourself while on bakugou’s lips.

you heard kirishima remove his sweatpants off to the side, listening to the familiar sound of him spitting onto his palm to start stroking himself to the sight of you being manhandled by someone else.

“kats,” kiri grumbled, and bakugou sat up while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “yeah, yeah, ‘m goin’.”

“nii-chan, put your head over the back, yeah? gonna suck katsuki-nii’s cock just like you suck mine.” kiri crawled over you and grabbed your throat to guide your head back. you swallowed and nodded, obeying immediately with a small yes, eiji-nii that made a spike of heat go down bakugou’s spine.

bakugou dropped his sweats and boxers to the floor, stepping out of them to finally give himself a few precursory pumps as you laid back fully on the couch, your head hanging off upside-down on the armrest. you licked your lips as kirishima guided your legs around his waist.

bakugou took a good look at the situation he found himself in. his best friend was hovering over his stepsister, fat cock prodding her entrance, no condom in sight. he swallowed thickly at the little sounds you started to make as he guided his cock through your wet folds, slicking his cock up with your juices. he caught himself staring at kirishima’s back before looking back down to your parted lips and where you started to drool all over your cheeks, and he couldn’t hold of much longer.

“open wide, princess,” he murmured, a hand reaching to grab your throat. you opened your mouth as far as it would go, and bakugou made himself a home in the wet cavity of your mouth.

he groaned, loud and low, his free hand reaching down to flick one of your nipples and grope your breast.

kirishima’s eyes glanced up as he listened to how you gurgled around the thick, foreign cock in your mouth, trying to adjust to the position and the new intrusion.

then he smiled, because he knew he was going to just knock the air out of your lungs. he pressed the fat tip of his cock to your weeping hole, and slammed himself home.

you gagged hard around bakugou’s cock, jerking and moaning out, legs locking instinctually around his waist.

“oh, baby, ‘m sorry. just couldn’t wait anymore, my li’l sister’s pussy was just too pretty for me. you can handle it, you always take it.” kiri grinned up at bakugou, at how his face was scrunched up and contorted with pleasure from how your throat was spasming around his cock.

kirishima started a rough pace, barely giving you room to catch your breath as you did your best to breathe through your nose, bakugou was quick to follow, sinking inch after inch further into your throat with huffs of yeah, that’s it, good fucking girl, taking your brother’s cock, i can feel where ‘m at in your throat.

kirishima reached down to grab your hands and pin them by your head, keeping you fully pinned as the tip of his cock slammed up against your cervix over and over. he was deep, filling you in the best way possible, while his best friend’s fat balls smacked against your face as you sucked his cock.

you felt lost, fully debauched, becoming pliant and fully receptive to their wills. you were a toy, and you loved how it felt on your skin.

bakugou moaned as he felt how deep he was fucking your throat, thrusting harder against you and feeling his legs start to shake. “can’t- ‘m gonna cum-”

“told you she- ah- was good,” kiri groaned as he leaned down to bite into the skin of your shoulder, making you whine and gag again around bakugou’s cock.

you squirmed and thrashed with each hard thrust from kirishima, the force of his hips making you bob harder up and down on bakugou’s cock. you felt stuffed, your legs felt on fire, but you were right on the edge.

bakugou shuddered before whining, sinking his cock deep into your throat to spill his hot load in a place you wouldn’t be able to spit from. you moaned around his length as you felt him cum down your throat, warm spurts and twitching cock making your head spin.

kirishima slowed his thrusts, rocking his hips against you as bakugou took his time riding out his high before stepping back and pulling his cock from your throat.

you wheezed, coughing before absolutely making sure you swallowed every last drop, opening your mouth again and sticking out your tongue to show bakugou that it was all gone.

kiri grinned and chuckled in order to get your attention again. “what a good little girl, swallowing all your brother’s cum. think you can take my load, too?” “please! please, nii-san, please give it to me, make me cum-” you whined loudly as you got the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling your big brother in close to you, his massive form towering over you as he practically bent you in half to get deeper.

“i will, i’ll give it to you. shh…” kiri almost sounded affectionate, fucking you so hard the couch started to creak. “fucking- cum for me, cum on my cock, lemme feel you-”

a few swipes of his thumb on your clit sent you finally over the edge, squirting on him and feeling yourself grip down on his cock. he groaned into your shoulder as he came right after you, tumbling into his high and hearing the squelching sounds of his load filling your tight pussy.

he rode out both of your orgasms before finally settling down on top of you, peppering your face with kisses as you shook. then he looked up to where bakugou was sat on a loveseat, dazed, watching from afar.

kiri shifted and opened up a space next to the both of you, and you smiled over at him. “come here, katsuki-nii.”

bakugou swallowed before walking right into the demon’s trap.

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crushmeeren · 6 months

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Bakugou/Fem Reader/Kirishima

Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you’re not into this

Warnings; fluff & smut, reader is 6 months pregnant, cursing, pussy eating (Katsuki is a champ at eating pussy), blowjobs (deep throating, M/M & F/M), pregnant vaginal sex (Eijirou has a filthy deep stroke), squirting, dirty talk (Katsuki has a nasty mouth), cream pie, katsuki paints your tits with cum

Word Count; 8k

AO3 Link; Back Aches

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Eternally uncomfortable. Way too sweaty. Belly stretched into the shape of a medium sized watermelon, because hell, it sure feels like you’re carrying one around 24/7. These are only a few phrases you would use to describe the way it feels to be 6 months pregnant with Katsuki’s baby. Today however, you seem to be really struggling with all the lovely side effects that come along with it.

Specifically, your lower back. It’s been twinging horridly whenever you take so much as one step. So you’ve set up camp on your large, fuzzy couch. Cozy blankets covering your bare legs. You’re only wearing soft shorts and a large, worn, Red Riot T-shirt. You’ve been out here for a while, aimlessly watching different movies and shows, scrolling through your phone.

Katsuki’s playing some video game in the other room. Quite loudly, you might add. You can occasionally hear him yell at Todoroki that he’s the worst player in existence and to fuck off, venomously. You hope Todoroki is taunting him just as much. Sadly, Eijirou is out on patrol today, not coming home until later in the evening.

Now, the sun is getting close to setting, and you’re in the middle of watching a Tik Tok when your baby starts to wiggle around. The fluttering sensation makes you squirm and sit up ram-rod straight. Which in turn, causes a bright flash of pain to radiate through your lower back, up your spine. You desperately need some sort of relief, so you set your phone down on the armrest.

“Kastukiiiii,” you whine loudly, dragging out the i, wishing you could summon the blonde telepathically. You shift your weight in the seat, keeping your feet perched on the large ottoman in front of you. You wait a few seconds, hearing nothing except the background noise from the movie you’ve left on. What the fuck, you think.

“Katsuki!” You yell this time, his name falling sharply from your tongue. Your eyes widen significantly as you suck in a sharp breath through your teeth. You rest a hand on the lower part of your belly, rubbing the spot soothingly when you feel a tiny foot kick you harshly. Apparently she does not want you to yell. Yeah, your daughter is certainly going to have Katsukis bad attitude.

“Baby, I heard you! I’m coming,” Katsuki yells back, tone slightly irritated. You huff, cheeks puffing and heating as your easily agitated temper flares a bit in response. You take a deep breath, both hands now placed on either side of your stomach as the tiny feet continue to try and burst out of your skin. Like a scene from fucking Alien.

Your attention turns to Katsuki, when you hear the blondes soft footsteps as he rounds the corner into your living room. Your eyebrows pinch, lips turning downwards. He comes to a stop next to your legs, eyebrow arching as he crosses his arms over his chest. He pointedly says nothing and waits for your request.

“Kat, love of my life- baby daddy, can you do the thing please? My back hurts.” Pouting up at him, you openly appreciate his slender frame, despite your discomfort. It doesn’t help that he’s only clad in mid thigh length black sweat shorts and a black tank top. It gives you access to the lean muscles of his shoulders. Motherf-He’s so fucking hot. He notices your wondering eyes, rolling his own when you call him baby daddy, he hates that. Nevertheless, his facial expression is soft when he gazes at you.

“Do you think you can wait five minutes while I finish this round of my game? I’m about to kick Icy Hot’s ass,” he says, smirking when he places his hands on his hips. You know the unwarranted spark of anger you feel is not fair to him, but you can’t help it. You sit up a little straighter, wincing when your back cramps again.

“That’s too long,” you groan dramatically. “Can’t you kick his ass later?” you whine, over exaggerating your movements as you run your hands up to the top of your baby bump. Katsuki is more than amused at your behavior, finding it unbearably adorable at how much you want him to be in here with you. He smiles, snickering softly. You glare playfully at him.

“It’s five minutes sweetheart, Todoroki fucking sucks at this game.” Laughing, Katsuki runs a hand up and through his spiky hair.

“It’s your fault I’m like this Katsuki,” you complain. You press a hand to your forehead as if you might faint if he doesn’t do what you want right this second. His head tilts back in another laugh.

“Oi! You know it takes two people to make a baby right? I’m not the only guilty party,” he retorts. “Why isn’t Eijirou getting any blame for this huh? He was there too! Maybe you should get him to hold your belly,” Katsuki teases, ultimately giving in to your request. Todoroki be damned. Katsuki pushes the ottoman flush against the couch so you can scoot forward, making space for him behind you.

“He’s not home right now,” you pout. “Eiji’s actually nice to me, he would help his pregnant wife,” you joke, getting comfortable. The blonde crawls on to the cushions, maneuvering until he sits in the space between you and the backrest. He’s got a thigh bracketing both your hips and you recline into his chest.

“Should’ve let red get you pregnant first then,” he murmurs, stretching his legs out, pinning your blanket under his thighs. You smack his thigh in retaliation, making him jolt.

“Oh god, kitten, wanna see you swollen with my baby so bad, blah blah, I’m Katsuki and I’m a giant fucking hypocrite,” you mock, in a high pitched, horrific imitation of his voice. To be fair he did whine those things to you and Eijirou in bed multiple times before you all agreed to it. Katsuki sputters behind you, feeling his face burn as he pinches the soft flesh of your thigh.

“Oi! You’re such a fucking terror!” he says, voice colored in laughter. “I should make you wait until Eijirou gets home,” he taunts, slipping his hands beneath your shirt. His palms are so warm, comforting, when he places them on the underside of your belly, fingers spread. Katsuki gently presses upwards. You melt into his chest, letting out a soft moan of pleasure, relief immediate as he takes the pressure off your back.

“Your actions say otherwise,” you reply smugly, resting your hands over his. He hums in agreement. Katsuki loves holding your belly. He’s always hoping he’ll be lucky enough to feel his daughter kicking. He kisses the back of your head, relaxing into the backrest as he holds you, feeling the flex in his biceps. You both turn your attention to the movie you had playing earlier, your eyelids starting to flutter every now and then, feeling gooey and warm. Like a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie.

Your baby must have recognized her daddys voice. It’s not even 10 minutes later, when the blonde makes a snarky comment about the current scene on screen, she’s playing kick ball again. Directly into Katsukis hands. You giggle when he gasps, accidentally releasing his hold on your belly.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, in awe. He presses the pads of his fingertips into the same spot, trying to get her to hit him again. His heart thumps hard, excitement swirling around in his chest, when she responds, kicking him once more.

“She’s been really active today. She must have heard you talking.” You smile softly, placing your hands on top of your stomach, letting him have full range to feel below. “I hope she’s this way when Eijirou gets home. I know he was upset last time he missed it,” you remark, tilting your head where it lays on the blondes chest, trying to get a look at his face. He’s still staring at your belly when he speaks.

“She’s fiesty,” he coos, rubbing soothing cirlces into your skin when she kicks him once more. “She’ll respond to him, she loves him,” he murmurs lowly, genuine smile tugging on his lips. The amount of love you’re feeling bubbles up to the brim in your chest, spilling over at his actions. You surge up, lips brushing his jaw swiftly in a sweet kiss, before turning back to the movie. He lets out a soft sound of surprise.

“I love you too,” he teases, kissing your temple. You hum contentedly, and Katsuki goes back to holding up your belly. You feel a vibration near your leg recognizing the pattern as a text. Picking it up, you see it’s from Eijirou. Your face lights up instantly.

“Kat, Eiji messaged that he’s gonna be home soon,” you tell him, eager to see the red head.

“Bout fucking time, my arms are gonna fall off,” he rasps, teasing as he runs his thumbs over the smooth skin of your belly. It tickles.

“Get out from behind me then, ya dick,” you laugh, gently removing his hands, back feeling significantly better. He softly tickles your ribs in retaliation, making you squeal with laughter. You’re wiggling in his grip. “You’re lucky I can’t get up quickly right now Katsuki! I’d kick your ass, you shitty excuse for a bomb!” Your voice high pitched, blushing to the tips of your ears. Katsuki stops, gasping in fake offense, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Shitty excuse for a bomb??” He sounds incredulous, but unbelievably entertained. You nod, unable to hold in a giggle. He squeezes you tight and plants several quick kisses on your cheek. You turn your head the best you can, briefly snagging his lips with your own.

You’re only able to hold your neck at the uncomfortable angle for a second. The sound of your front door opening makes both your heads turn, watching Eijirou waltz through. He’s wearing a smile, bright as the sun. All his sharp teeth on display. The red head melts into a pile of warm mush when he spots the two of you snuggling on the couch.

“What a sweet sight to come home too,” Eijirou happily sighs, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “All three of my babies snuggling on the couch,” he coos, walking around the side, coming to a stop next to the ottoman. He’s in street clothes. Gray sweats, red tee and a white bandana tied around his head. Per usual, he looks like he may bust out of the shirt he’s wearing. It’s unbearably hot.

“Get lost on the way home red?” Katsuki teases, smirking and raising his eyebrow. The blonde lets go of your shoulders as you strain to sit up. You struggle trying to brace your feet on the ottoman, Katsuki notices. He brings his feet up and pushes the furniture away for you. Making space for the red head. Grin never leaving his face, Eijirou rolls his eyes playfully, shoving the foot rest further away so he can fully get in front of you.

“No, I’m actually home earlier than I thought I would be,” he replies, pausing to kneel in between your spread legs, since your feet have come to rest on the floor. Katsuki slips out from behind you, sitting next to you instead.

“Thank God,” you sigh. “Apparently Kat isn’t strong enough to hold our 5lb baby without his arms falling off.” Straight faced, you explain to Eijirou, trying extremely hard not to smile. Katsuki growls next to you. You can practically hear his teeth grind together as Eijirous bright laughter fills the air. You know you’re poking the bear, but sometimes he’s just too easy to rile up.

“Is that so?” Eijirou teases, looking at the blonde as he grips the edge of your T-shirt. Eijirou notices your red riot shirt, looking up to wink at you. Cheeks turning red, you watch the red head push it up over your belly until it rests on top. Exposing all your smooth skin.

“I can hold a fucking five pound baby!” Katsuki snarls, harmless, yet he still dramatically throws his hands up. You choke on the swell of laughter that threatens to tear out your throat. Hearing Eijirou snickering as the red haired man settles both his large hands on your belly, fingers spread wide. His hands are so fucking warm. You let out a soft groan, weaving your fingers through Eijirous soft hair.

“I know Kat, just teasing,” you laugh, giving him your softest smile. The blonde can only hang on to his scowl for a moment, before the corners of his mouth curve upwards in what resembles a smile.

“How’s she been today?” Eijirou questions softly, nuzzling his nose near the top of your belly.

“Feisty little shit,” Katsuki croons. The blonde is smirking now, chest puffing up a bit. He’s definitely proud of it.

“Just like her daddy then?” Eijirou teases, brushing his lips over your belly in a sweet kiss. A soft giggle leaves your mouth.

“Absolutely,” Katsuki says, with complete certainty and confidence. Eijirou laughs.

“She’s been moving a lot today Eiji. Kat’s just happy she kicked the shit out of him earlier,” you explain, scratching the red heads scalp softly. The blonde makes a protesting sound but Eijirou hums, speaking to your baby girl now.

“Hi my feisty girl, daddy Eiji’s home,” he purrs. “I heard you were trying to kick box with daddy Kat. You’re gonna be just like him,” he whispers, affection falling off his tongue. He rubs his thumbs back and forth, caressing your soft, silky skin. Eijirous heart swells up to the point of bursting. Warm love oozing out of him when he places another sweet kiss above your belly button. The red heads eyes flutter closed, resting his forehead against you for a moment.

You jerk in surprise when Eijirous head suddenly shoots up, narrowly avoiding head butting the shit out of you, looking at you with wide, bright eyes. Your daughter has rewarded his affections with two thumps right where his head had been resting. The red head looks up, gaze tracking between you and Katsuki with stars in his eyes. He’s almost vibrating with excitement.

“Did you feel that baby? Oh my god! Kat, she heard me!” The red head yells, almost tripping over his words. You nod, cheeks hurting from smiling so wide. You tug on his soft strands between your fingers. When his gaze locks with yours, you’re overwhelmed by the sight in front of you. Up to your eyeballs in the amount of love you’re feeling for your little family.

“Dammit Eijirou,” Katsuki growls, crossing his arms. “Stop being so-,” he pauses. “So fucking cute!” You laugh as the blonde crosses his arms, lip curled. You chance a look at his face. The blonde is flushed red up to his hairline. A sly expression immediately takes over Eijirous face.

He slips your shirt back down over your belly and you let go of his hair. You meet him halfway when he leans up to kiss you briefly. For being made of rock half the time, his lips are also so soft against yours. Your tongue pokes out to wet your lower lip, warmth burning through you when he pulls away.

The red head shuffles on his knees until he’s between Katsukis thighs. He leans forward and wraps his arms around the blondes waist, wiggling his eyebrows up at him. Katsuki narrows his eyes but places his elbows on Eijirous shoulders. Your toes curl into the plush rug below as the red head smoothes his hands up and down the blondes sides before squishing his face into Katsukis chest. Hugging him close, his tight embrace pushes the air out of the blondes lungs.

“Eijirou.” It comes out of Katsuki in a squeaky, gravelly tone.

“You’re so sweet Katsuki, I think you’re cute too,” he purrs, muffled by the material of a black tank top. Eijirou breathes in deeply, taking in just how good the blonde smells. Feeling the warmth of his chest on his face. You’re starting to flush as the blonde wrap his arms around Eijirous neck, holding him tight, mumbling I love you under his breath. Watching them together also sparks a fire inside of you. Even if it’s just something as tame as hugging.

The intense pulse of fondness you feel at their embrace, squeezes pleasantly in your chest. It’s a picturesque moment, until a pang of hunger rolls around inside you. Placing a hand on the underside of your belly, you chew your bottom lip. Not wanting to break up the tender moment, but it seems your daughter is hungry.

“I hate to burst the bubble, but our daughter is starving,” you tease gently, grinning as you watch them part. Eijirou kisses Katsuki sweetly, making a loud smooching sound when he pulls away, before the blonde stands up. He pushes playfully at the red heads shoulder when Eijirou rises from the floor as well. “Will you make something Kat?” You ask, puffing out your lower lip. Usual smirk etched onto his face as he lets out a scoff.

“I swear, you and Eijirou are like bottomless fucking pits,” he grumbles, turning and making his way to the kitchen. He’s not fooling anyone, you all know he actually loves cooking for everyone. Especially now that your daughter is getting closer to being born. He likes to express his love through his food. You and the red head share a look, laughing as the large man flops down onto the couch with you. It jostles you a little bit.

“Thank you Kit Kat! Love you,” you coo, watching as he throws a hand up over his shoulder in response.

“Sooo, can I hold your belly now?” Eijirou prods, way too excited for something so mundane. One of your eyebrows lifts as he shifts around until he can lean his back against the armrest. Planting one foot on the couch, letting his knee rest on the back side of the cushion. He lets the other dangle to the floor, opening his arms, making a grabby motion.

“You don’t have to ask me twice. She definitely has been missing her other daddy today,” you joke, picking up your discarded blanket from the couch, slotting yourself into his embrace. He lets one leg be pinned between you and the cushion as you get comfortable, pulling up the blanket over both of you, relaxing into his thick chest. Eijirou plants his hands on the top of your belly, slowly sliding them down to the bottom of your shirt.

“I love your shirt, pretty girl,” he whispers, low and sweet in your ear, soft lips pressing on your neck, snaking his hands under the soft material. The combination sends hot tingles down your spine. He forces a tiny, shocked moan out of you when he sinks his sharp teeth into your shoulder, spreading his fingers and lifting up your belly. He brushes his lips over the bite.

“Jesus Eijirou,” you breathe, placing your hands on his. The low heat pooling in your belly is very enticing. “Trying to fuck me on the couch?” You shift, feeling his cock is half hard. Fuck, you’d be a damn liar if you said that didn’t send a sharp flash of arousal straight to your pussy. His laugh tickles your neck.

“Maybe,” he says, sly voice tickling your ear. Pressing his hips upwards a little, he runs his cock over your lower back. You pinch his thigh. He groans softly. “I can’t help it pretty baby,” Eijirou whines, continuing to hold your belly. You can’t say you aren’t extremely tempted, it’s just- you are really hungry.

“After we eat, promise Eiji. I’m sure Kat will be up for it,” you murmur, trailing your fingers gently over his forearm. You can physically feel the red heads pout, but he hums in agreement, more than likely not wanting to bother Katsuki while he cooks. Which is smart. You wrestle with your own arousal as you let Eijirou hold you, and talk about his day. All the way until Katsuki calls out for you both to get your asses in the kitchen.

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You were right. Katsuki immediately flushed red, when you casually mentioned wanting to get fucked, once you all had finished eating. The blonde had you and Eijirou ushered into the bedroom no more than five minutes later. You’re completely naked now, elbows resting on the headboard behind you. They ache a bit as you strain to hold up your weight, bone at the inner corner digging into the wooden frame.

Your thighs are bracketing Katsukis head in a harsh grip, knees sinking into the mattress below. The sensitive skin of your inner thighs being tickled by the blondes barely there stubble while you sit on his face. His mouth buried in your pussy. He’s got you sitting backwards, so you can enjoy the view of Eijirou swallowing the blondes cock over and over as he lays on his belly between spread legs.

“Fff-uck, Kat,” you whimper, rolling your hips so your pussy slides slickly over his lips. The blonde has one arm snaked around your thigh, his other hand braced gently on your belly, thumb absentmindedly rubbing back and forth. A gasp tears from your chest. Hot shivers sluggishly traveling up your spine when his tongue slips up through your folds, moving up to circle around your clit.

God, you’re so wet, eyes fluttering shut when he sucks on your sensitive bud. He flicks the tip of his tongue up and down as he continues to suck. The pleasure is searing. Not helped by the sinful, wet schlicking sounds that are coming from Eijirous mouth. He’s so enthusiastic at giving head.

Your eyes shoot open, jaw dropping as your fingers curl into fists, elbows still braced uncomfortably on the headboard. Katsuki is humming against your pussy, moving his head side to side, tongue barely poking out to hit your clit with each pass.

The vibrations resonate through your pelvis and the change in direction is enough to make the muscles in your lower belly clench tight. Thick, warm sensation of an orgasm starting to curl up behind your belly button. You whimper when he switches back to licking firm stripes into your clit.

You know your cheeks are a soft peachy color, eyes drooping when your gaze connects with the red head. A zap of electricity races through you at the sight of his pretty lips stretched tight around Katsukis cock, cheeks blooming a sweet shade of pink. It’s unbelievably erotic, the way his fingers grip the thick flesh on the underside of Katsukis thigh.

His other hand rolls the blondes balls. Katsuki has his knees bent, feet planted. The red head fits perfectly between his legs, snug between slender thighs. Katsuki shallowly thrusts his hips upwards, like he can’t help himself because it just feels too good. Eijirou dips his head in time with each motion, taking his cock completely, easily. His lips kissing curly blonde hair at the base of Katsukis cock each time.

Your pussy throbs over Katsukis lips when Eijirou sends a wink your way. Your pulse kicks, as you start to pant, tongue flicking out to wet your bottom lip. A yelp rings out from you when Katsuki secures both arms around your thighs, pulling your pussy further into his mouth. He starts alternating between licking firm stripes into your clit and sucking on it with his tongue.

It makes your hole clench around nothing, insides twisting, as you feel your slick coating the blondes chin and mouth. It’s too good. You may not cum like this, but you’re getting as close to the edge as you can be. Your eyes flutter, catching on the way the blondes belly is twitching.

His muscles are starting to clench, stomach rolling and folding periodically. It’s an obvious sign he’s getting close to bursting down the red heads throat. You know you want to get Eijirou more involved before that happens. After all, it was originally his idea to have sex tonight.

“Kat,” you whine, cutting yourself off with a groan. Your fingers wrap like bracelets around the bones of his wrists. “Wanna switch, baby, please,” you gasp, as he bites your clit gently, before patting the side of your ass twice, pushing you up from his mouth. You hover over his mouth for a moment, trying to get your bearings about you again.

Eijirou stops as well, pulling off with pop, letting the blondes, thick, glistening cock slap wetly against his pelvis. Blonde curls at the base of his cock taking the brunt of the saliva and precum that had accumulated. The red head sits up on his knees, hair starting to fall around his eyes from its original style. His cock is flushed, hard, as he wraps a hand around the base. Contact making warmth bubble in his belly.

“Whaddaya want pretty thing? Tell me, you know Eijirou and I will give it to ya,” Katsuki purrs, lips brushing over your slick folds as he speaks. Eijirou hums in agreement. You squirm, peering into the red heads eyes as you make a decision. Hands coming to rest on your belly out of habit. Eijirou wiggles his eyebrows at you. The action forcing you to smile.

“I want Eiji to position us how he wants. Since he’s been so horny all day today,” you tease, chest rising and falling as you, with difficulty, swing your leg from Katsukis head, settling back on your calves next to him. Elbows aching from holding your weight, you stretch them out in front of you. Eijirou turns as red as his hair, looking back and forth between you and the blonde, who has also sat up. Leaning back, weight resting on his hands.

“Oh,” Eijirou breathes, looking at the blondes chin, wet with saliva and slick from your pussy. He wants to lick it clean. His cock twitches harshly in his grip, thinking about what he wants. “Yes! I mean- yeah, totally I can do that,” he says, failing to hide how eager he is. The red head takes time to look between both of you. Katsuki snorts, waving a hand in front of himself. Vaguely inquiring how Eijirou wants them.

“Well red, how do you want us?” He coos, a sharp edge to his tone. Teasing, but mean. In a way that he knows will crawl under the other heroes skin. As well as yours. Eijirou rolls his jaw around a couple times before biting his bottom lip. You lightly punch Katsuki in the shoulder for his attitude. All he gives you is a smug look from the corner of his eye.

“Okay, pretty baby c’mere,” he speaks warmly, reaching a hand out to you. You do as told, grabbing his fingers as he helps you shuffle forward on your knees. Once you get to him, he helps you twist until your back faces the edge of the bed.

He grips both your hands until he can slowly recline you, back flat on the mattress, head hanging off the edge of the bed. You feel a bit like you’re suffocating, baby sort of crushing your lunngs, but it’s comfortable enough. You’re still a bit unsure of what the red head has in mind until he speaks.

“Alright Kat, go stand near her head. I wanna watch you fuck her throat while I fuck her pussy,” he says shyly, flush traveling down his chest as he traps the tip of his tongue between his teeth. He sits in between your spread thighs.

“Didn’t feel like getting your ass torn up today Eijirou?” Katsuki remarks, condescendingly. You raise your head up in time to see Eijirou stick his tongue out at the blonde, watching Katsuki slide off the bed. Lazily making his way towards you.

“Shut up,” Eijirou mumbles, helping you bend your knees and plant your feet. His blush has traveled up to the tips of his ears. You can’t help it, you laugh along with Katsuki at your sweet red heads embarrassment.

To be fair, he does turn into a drooling, blissed out mess everytime he’s fucked by the blonde. Katsuki reaches you, placing a palm under your head to support your neck. Your throat is dry when you swallow. Katsukis cock is right next to your cheek, looking every bit of flushed and thick. Your pussy throbs in anticipation when you think about the position you’re in.

“You okay with this sweetheart?” Katsuki purrs, intense ruby eyes looking into yours. You fucking flush again, forehead starting to sweat. The room feels sweltering, but you nod up at him either way.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine Kat. I’ll tap your thigh if it’s too much,” you dreamily sigh, as he lets your head fall, base of your skull resting on the edge of the mattress.

“Such a good fucking girl, already knows the rules,” the blonde coos, a rumble in his chest. He grips the base of his cock with one hand, running his slick tip over your lips. You whimper, tongue darting out to barely lick at his head. He hisses.

“Eiji, go ahead love, I’m ready,” you whine, desperate. Wiggling when the red head places a calloused thumb on your slippery clit, rubbing circles into it.

“You’re so fucking wet pretty girl,” Eijirou murmurs, thumb trailing through your folds. He grips his own cock, sliding his tip over your clit, down to your entrance, slowly pressing the head into your pussy. He leaves his other hand braced on your knee for now. A moan gets stuck in your throat, hands gripping the blanket below you tightly. Soft material bunching up under your damp palms. Eijirou is fucking thick.

“Fuck, that’s it. Let that tight little pussy swallow Eijirou whole,” Katsuki breathes, fisting his own cock as he watches Eijirou fill you out. You whine loudly, pussy stretched to the max. The way his cock pushes at your walls, the friction as he pulls back, then rocks in again, teasingly.

It makes your eyes roll back, pleasure blistering through your veins. Eijirou feels his stomach tighten, watching as your silky, slick pussy hugs him just right. His cock throbs once as he starts a slow rhythm.

“Oh, oh god, pussy so perfect f’me,” Eijirou whines, one hand coming to rest on the underside of your knee, the other he places sweetly on your swollen belly. You can’t see anything besides Katsukis thighs, but Eijirous words burn pleasurably in your brain, pushing a low moan out of you.

“Fucking christ, open up that mouth for me sweet thing,” Katsuki growls, speaking directly to you. A little lost in the bliss Eijirou is giving you, you just nod, letting your mouth drop open, pink tongue poking out as well. Katsuki brings up one leg, bracing his knee on the bed, other one standing firm, muscles in his thighs flexing. A syrupy heat swirls in the blondes gut, groin tightening in excitement.

He braces a hand on the bed and grips the round flesh of your tit with his other. As he guides his cock into your mouth, your soft pallet becomes a track for him to fuck against. Instinctively, you wrap your lips around the middle of his shaft, sucking as he curses, hips jerking forward a little until his tip hits the back of your mouth. You groan around him when Eijirou snaps his hips harshly by accident, the image of the Katsukis cock in your throat spurring him on.

“Motherfucker,” the blonde chokes out, starting to pump his cock in and out of your tight, hot mouth. Electric tingles start in his groin, flaring down to his toes as you suck on him every so often. You’ve relaxed your throat, but struggle to breathe through your nose as he fucks your mouth. He’s not moving too hard, but a dull ache starts up in the muscle of your jaw. You need something to anchor yourself with, so you secure your arms around the blondes thighs.

Eijirou can’t control the little whines that keep spilling from his lips. The way your tits bounce, the sensation of your belly moving under his palm, he thinks it’s so fucking hot. He pushes your thigh back to get his dick deeper into your pussy. He can’t pull his eyes away from the rolling motion of Katsukis slow, deep thrusts into your mouth.

The way his abs flex. The sweat trailing down the side of his face, over his jaw, onto the corded muscle of his neck. God, Eijirou wants to lick it off. The thought sparks his arousal even more and he thrusts forward harshly, curling his hips. He hears your muffled wail, realizing he must’ve hit your sweet spot. He keeps going.

“Fuck, pretty girl, ah-shit, right there yeah? S’good, feels too good,” Eijirou moans, bullying that spot inside you. You whine, the lightening like heat radiates in waves from your pussy to your toes every time.

Katsuki moans continuously, a gravelly edge to them. The blonde feels himself throbbing in your mouth, pulling back to let you breathe. You gasp, lungs burning for air as he squeezes your tit once more, pinching the nipple, before letting go. He pets your throat in a soothing motion as your bounced a bit by the red heads thrusts. Steady rhythm to Eijirous movements.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon baby, want me to paint your chest?” Katsuki coos, running a thumb over your lips.

“Y-yes, please, paint me Kat,” you whine, stuttering between moans as your lids squeeze shut. Eijirou is still fucking you so deeply. Katsuki hooks his thumb into your mouth, gripping your bottom jaw, prying it open with a growl. You dig your nails into his thighs again as he roughly slides his cock back into your mouth, slipping into your throat.

It burns, an uncomfortable tickling sensation as you get the urge to cough. Forcing your throat to relax enough that he can thrust all the way in and out, to the root. You’re able to focus on the cock in your mouth a little bit more as Eijirou slows his movements for the time being. Presumably wanting to watch Katsuki cum.

Katsukis palm is slick with sweat, when he rests it on your belly, next to the other heroes hand. You free a hand from his thigh, smoothing it up over his hip and lower belly. His breath hitches when your nails dig into his slick skin, muscles flinching away from your touch. The threat of his orgasm is coiling tightly in his groin. His heart is in his throat as he reaches the peak right before he climaxes.

Katsuki makes a strangled noise, hearing going fuzzy, as he thrusts into your throat once more before pulling out completely, bracing his weight to lean further on the bed. Taking the hand from your belly, he strokes his cock quickly groaning lowly as he cums, painting your tits and a little bit of your belly with his warm, sticky release.

“Shit,” Eijirou laughs incredulously, movements having stopped completely at the sight in front of him. “That was fucking hot Kat,” Eijirou beams, running a finger over the release on your belly, then quite seductively, sucking it off his finger. Katsuki laughs, breathlessly, dick throbbing at the sight before he leans back standing on both feet again.

He’s trying to catch his breath, chest heaving. Your hands fall away from the blonde, letting them dangle as you try to remember how to breathe. Eijirou, reluctantly, pulls out with a hiss, slick cock bobbing. A whine pulls from your throat. The other two snicker.

“Are you alright pretty thing?” Katsuki asks, voice scratchy. You nod, as Eijirou grips your ankles, yanking you up the bed, so your head no longer dangles off.

“I’m definitely good, although can we switch around now? The baby is suffocating me,” you joke, laughing a little. Eijirou pats your thighs encouragingly.

“Of course my little love bug!” He says, brightly. “You want Kat to hold you baby?” He coos, gripping both your hands and pulling you up to sit.

“Please,” you giggle, angling your head to watch the blonde crawl up on the bed near the headboard. He pauses near Eijirou, to kiss him swiftly, making the red head giggle. He turns then, setting a couple pillows up so he can rest his back on them.

“Yeah yeah, c’mon needy thing,” he teases, smirking as he bends his knees and lets his heels dig into the mattress. Eijirou flicks his knee in retaliation and helps you get to your knees, holding your hands until you can shuffle around and sit on your ass in between the blondes legs.

Only having to lean back a little bit, your heated flesh comes into contact with his chest. His skin is too hot, making you immediately sweat a little. You look down at your chest, noticing you’re still covered in the blondes release, but they for damn sure won’t wipe it off until you’re done. Truthfully, you find it kind of hot, but you’re eager to keep going.

“Eijirou, c’mon, wanna cum please,” you beg. Voice so sweet and needy when it reaches the red heads ears. You let your thighs fall open for him, reaching out for Eijirou. He grins, sharp teeth fully on display.

“Course baby girl,” he purrs, inching forward on his knees till he’s right there, hard cock brushing over your swollen clit. You whine, feeling the blonde snake an arm around your middle. His fingers spread out on your belly, the other gripping your tit, pinching your nipple. Katsuki bites a kiss into your neck, laving over it with his tongue. You tilt your head to give him more access, bracing your hands on the blondes thighs.

You moan softly, Eijirou placing a hand on the underside of both your knees, pushing until your feet are off the mattress. Not too high, belly stopping you from being folded further. He raises up to his knees, angling his hips until the head of his cock catches on your slick pussy. So stretched out he can slide all the way in with no resistance.

“Eijirou,” you gasp, mouth falling open as he splits you completely. Your nails dig into Katsukis legs, pussy clenching involuntarily and the red head whimpers, feeling his cock throb in response. Eijirou’s suffocating in your silky pussy, eyebrows pinching together in concentration so he doesn’t cum too fast.

“C’mon red,” Katsuki purrs from your shoulder, chin digging into the muscle there. Ever the snake in the garden. “You’re big and strong right? Make that pussy cum,” he teases, voice low, curling down into you and Eijirou. Twisting your guts with arousal.

“Fucking hell Kat,” Eijirou pants, moving his hips in a testing pull backwards, before smoothly pushing in, until the dark hair at the base of his cock brushes your clit. You feel like he’s in your throat, telling the red head just that. “Ah, I’ll - fuck, make your pussy feel real good sweet girl,” Eijirou promises, starting slow at first.

Katsuki stares at the scene below, biting his tongue roughly, as he’s assaulted by the sight of the thick cock that disappears into your pussy over and over. He’s getting half hard again just watching. The blonde squeezes your tit, fingers biting in to the squishy flesh. You cry out, gripping Eijirous shoulders as he picks up the pace. His eyes are glazed over, eyelids hooded as he fucks you.

Your teeth clench, eyes rolling back as he hits the spongy spot inside you. Pussy clenching, toes curling as your head thumps back onto Katsukis shoulder. Something snaps inside Eijirou after that, because his deep stroke is fucking nasty from then on out. Hips curling upwards as he fucks into you, slamming your sweet spot repeatedly. You howl out his name as he moves relentlessly, dull nails scratching at his skin.

“E-Eijirou, oh my god!” You almost scream, feeling Katsukis hand rub up and down your belly soothingly. The blonde brushes his soft lips over your neck, releasing your tit and trailing his hand up to grip your jaw. His fingers dig into the muscles, yanking and forcing the angle of your head down, so you have to watch as Eijirou pummels your pussy.

“That’s it, watch Eijirou baby girl, doing so good, taking him like a goddamn champ,” the blonde growls. “Looks like Eijirous gonna fuck another baby into you, isn’t that right red?” He mocks, winking at his husband. The filthy mouth Katsuki has never ceases to push the two of you closer to the edge.

Eijirou whimpers out a mhmm, watching himself fuck you, cock so slick. The lips of your pussy stretching on his cock with each thrust backwards. His palms are slippery under your knees, sweat gathering in the hollow of his of neck, chest glistening. The wet sounds of skin meeting skin is unbearably lewd in the otherwise silent room.

“I - oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you choke out, sounding and feeling surprised at how fast you’re about to climax. The warmth is winding up so tightly behind your belly button, pussy fluttering and feeling amazing. The angle making you feel like you might squirt. Katsukis half hard cock jerks against your back when he hears what you said, gripping your jaw tighter.

“Fuck yeah, cum for him sweetheart, he feels unbelievable huh?” Katsuki murmurs in your ear, voice smooth as silk. You nod the best you can, Katsuki letting go of your jaw so you can look into Eijirous eyes.

“Give it to me baby, please,” Eijirou begs, mouth falling open as your pussy flutters around him again. He leans in closer to you, the two of you breathing the same air. You nod quickly, lips brushing his, toes curling as the coil tightens to the point of snapping.

Water balloon of pleasure popping, gushing waves of warmth throughout your limbs. Your body tenses, mouth open in a silent o shape as you cum, hard. Eijirou licks into your mouth once, behind your teeth before he can stop himself. Katsuki has stayed silent for the majority of this, breath hot against your ear as he’s bewitched by all that’s happening in front of him.

Hot shivers vibrate down your spine as Eijirou fucks you through it, choking on his own tongue as you clench him tightly. Pussy acting as a vice. A few more thrusts of that filthy deep stroke, one of Katsukis hands comes down to thumb at your clit roughly, forcing you to squirt all over Eijirous belly. It runs down your thighs, pooling on the sheets. You feel dizzy with pleasure and you wail, pussy trying to push the thick cock out of you.

“Oh shit, just like that sweet girl, squirt f’me baby, ah f-fuck I’m gonna c-cum,” Eijirou whines, through gritted teeth, dropping one of your legs to rest his hand over Katsukis on your belly. Both holding you almost protectively as you breathe heavily, trying to get some reprieve from your high. Katsuki takes his hand from your pussy, placing both hands back on the baby bump.

“Fucking- cum Eijirou, such a good boy, fuck her full with another baby sweetheart,” he says, voice edging on a growl. Eijirou pushes his cock all the way to the root inside you, sobbing through his teeth as his balls tighten. The sensation of his climax washes over him as his dick pulses, cumming hard. Stuffing your tight pussy with ribbons of warm, sticky cum. You kiss the red head, swallowing his moans as his orgasm fades.

Breaking apart, you whine, holding onto his forearms as he lets your other leg go. Eijirou places his other hand on your belly. All three of you take a moment, catching your breath, letting your souls return to your bodies. Your limbs are warm and gooey, feeling content. Eijirou sets his forehead against yours, pressing your lips together once again. You hum softly, lips sticking when he pulls back. He swiftly kisses the blonde as well before leaning back, pulling out slowly.

“My god, that was really fucking good,” you say, cheeks burning as you unstick your back from Katsuki, leaning forward a little.

“You felt so amazing pretty girl,” Eijirou coos, grabbing a discarded shirt to help clean you off. Which he does, wiping the slightly tacky release off your chest and belly. He sweetly cleans his release which was starting to leak from your pussy.

“It was a goddamn great fucking show is what it was,” Katsuki boasts, slipping out from behind you, sitting next to you. Eijirou agrees and you laugh, reclining into where the blonde was sitting, pillows giving your aching back some relief.

You all are feeling the sweet afterglow of sex, atmosphere warm and cozy. You hadn’t felt any movement during sex, but now you place a hand to your belly, feeling your daughter kicking you, moving around. Your stomach growls and you curse yourself for being hungry again already.

“Kat,” you mumble, looking over at him. He hums in response. “I’m hungry again,” you say, giving him puppy dog eyes. Eijirous laughs brightly as the blonde gives you an incredulous look.

“I guess we did just burn a shit ton of calories,” he snickers, rolling his eyes playfully. “Alright, get dressed you insatiable thing. Let’s find something to eat,” he teases, patting your thigh and getting up to get dressed.

“I mean now that you mention it, I’m hungry too,” Eijirous says, agreeing with you. Katsuki sputters.

“Fucking of course you are! You’re a mountain for a man!” he says harshly, jerkily tugging on his sweat shorts, tossing you a clean shirt and some shorts.

“How else would I be a top ten hero, if not for all your amazing food Kit Kat,” he coos, winking at the blonde. Katsukis cheeks turn pink and he stomps out of the room. You giggle, watching Eijirou pull on his own mid thigh length, red shorts. He runs his hands through his hair, pushing it out of face. You greatly appreciate the fact that they both remained bare chested.

“He’s gonna blow something up if you keep teasing him,” you say, smiling as you take the hand offered to you by the red head. Climbing off the bed, pulling your own clothes on.

“It’s just too much fun. Besides you’re just as bad,” he replies, framing your face with his hands and squishing your cheeks. You giggle, holding his wrists as he leans down to kiss you dramatically. You return the gesture, love blooming brightly in your chest. Smirking as he lets your face go, you lace your fingers with his.

“Guilty as charged,” you muse, letting the red head tug you out of the room. Katsuki, despite his dramatic actions, does end up making you all a snack. You all sit in the living room, enjoying the food and watching a movie. The boys taking turns whispering sweet words to you and your baby.

The three of you enjoy the rest of the night, relaxing together until it gets late. You can��t wait to see how the boys react when your daughter is born. You know, without a doubt, they’ll be amazing fathers. Then in a couple years, you’ll let Eijirou get you pregnant. You laugh to yourself, because you know, with certainty, your back definitely is gonna hurt with his giant ass baby.

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imagination-mess · 1 year

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Reality Show: Pro Heroes Wives (Kirishima Eijirou Edition)

Reference to: Pro Hero [Blank] is referred to Midoriya Edition

*implies you don’t have typical body shape*

There is a reality show where pro heroes' wives are on television and paid to be there. It was juicy gossip and pure drama. There are two groups separated from one another. There is always shit hitting the fan.

This week's episode was Pro Hero Red Riot making headlines and fans tweeting on Twitter as the episode was aired. The tags that were trending on Twitter were the following: #thegirlsarefighting #season 2 of pro heroes spouses #[Name]didnotmiss

ProHeroFanRiot tweets: Didn’t Pro Hero [Blank] learn her lesson by messing with the ones that don’t look like they could hurt someone but can if they wanted to? That hero definitely broke her nose again. #wolfinsheepclothing

HeroRiotNumber#01: That was hilarious that Pro Hero [Blank] is running away and screaming for help even though she was the one who struck [Name] first. [Name] wasn’t even lying that she has a terrible personality. *attaches meme of why are you running* #[Name]didnotmiss

Heroesareawesome: Pro hero [Blank] wanted a fight. She got one but ran away at the realization that [Name] is beyond her fighting experience level. It was terrifying that [Name] has a good aim in hitting sandals at her head and DIDN’T MISS. It was also the funniest thing I have ever seen. #[Name]didnotmiss

PINKY034: The fact that Pro Hero [Blank] was already antagonizing [Name] for weeks now. There is a breaking point for everyone. She broke her patience with her by putting her hands on her. She deserves that beating she got. #[Name]didnotmiss

DynamightFan#02: Not Dynamight’s wife supporting her best friend to beat her ass while running towards them to break it up #[Name]didnotmiss

The video clips of you throwing your sandals directly at the back of your head causing her to lose her balance for a few seconds while running at her. You were jumping over furniture to get her like a predator following their prey. You were terrifyingly stalking after her. There was a collaboration video showing when the Pro Hero [Blank] insulted and body-shamed her including other pro heroes' wives on the show. Some of the crew on the show were trying to stop you seeing how angry you were but you kept dodging their attempts. Pro Hero [Blank] already had a broken nose and black eye from their fight with the Pro Hero Deku’s wife. In the end, you were seconds away from throwing a chair at a crying pro-hero out of rage but were stopped by your friends. The Pro Hero Eraserhead’s wife was the one restraining you and taking you out of the situation to calm down.

OfficialRedRiot tweets: Bullies get wrecked. *attaches two different hands having their middle finger towards an advertisement that has Pro Hero [Blank] face*

OfficialDynamight tweets: Bullies are always the ones who are cowards. They are always the ones who are insecure. *attaches the same picture from a different angle*

They had gotten in trouble with the PR Team, but the damage was already done, with screenshots of their tweets and likes from a large range of pro heroes. It was their way of showing support.

Pro Hero Deku Edition

Pro Hero Dynamight Edition

Pro Hero Shoto Edition

Pro Hero Eraserhead Edition

Pro Hero Hellfire (Touya) Edition

Pro Hero Mindjack Edition

Reality Show: Unmasked Pro Heroes

#kirishima x reader #eijirou x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijiro x reader #eijiro x y/n #eijirou x you #kirishima x y/n #kirishima eijiro x y/n #eijirou kirishima x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader

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kaidabakugou · 8 months

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went out for drinks last night and the bartender was so cute, he reminded me of kirishima and @saintokkotsu has enabled me so here are some bartender! kirishima thoughts (plus a little tease of bouncer! bakugou 👀)

bartender! kirishima that’s all smiles and charm as soon as you get close to the bar, catching his eye immediately with your glossy lips and all too tight dress that hugs your curves in all the right places which has him thankful that he’s behind the bar and it just barely hides the bulge forming in his pants

who says “sure thing, pretty” with a grin followed by a wink when you order your favorite drink, something fruity and light to start the night and he can’t help but to show off while he makes it. flipping the bottles and doing cool little hand tricks as he pours it for you while his smile gets wider when he notices how your eyes drift along his body, muscles straining against his black shirt tucked into his pants held by a tight belt that has you biting your lips at the thought of what’s underneath

who lets his eyes linger on your lips longer than he should’ve as he watches you swipe your tongue against the rim of the glass to lick the sugar off in the most sultry way that has him swallowing down the groan that threatens to escape him, feeling his mouth salivate when you wrap your lips around it and take the first sip, closing your eyes in delight as you lick your lips and he worries he might not survive his shift tonight with how rowdy you’re getting him

who keeps an eye on you the whole night, watching you dance as you grind against your friends and throw your head back while you swing your hips from side to side and the groan in his chest finally escapes, thankful that the music is loud enough to hide it and the lights are dim perfectly to conceal his fully erect cock straining painfully against him

who doesn’t hesitate to jump over the bar to your side when some random guy that couldn’t take no for an answer pushes himself onto you and won’t leave you alone, a large hand wrapping around your center as he pulls you to his side effortlessly while the other pushes the guy back causing him to fall from the strength while he calls over to the pretty blonde bouncer who’s just as big and is quick to work when he notices you, the pretty princess that he greedily allowed himself to search a little longer than needed before letting you inside because he couldn’t resist how captivating you were

kirishima who is quick to make sure you’re okay and insists on getting you a drink on the house to brighten your night again, taking the opportunity to make some small talk and take some shots with you even though he knows he shouldn’t but anything to ensure he sees you again

who is so bummed when the night is coming to an end and you come to close out your tab but shoots his shot by writing his number on your receipt when he hands you back your card and he shoots you on last wink when you say your goodbye’s

who can’t get you out of his head as he finishes his shift and can’t wait to get back home to relieve himself from all the tension in his pants as he unbuckles his belt in the car in the meantime but is sent over the tipping point when his phone lights up on his dash with a text from an unknown number that says “thank you for tonight, can’t wait to see you next time” causing him to spring his cock free right then and there because he feels he might overheat with desire

#kai.rambles #to say i am unwell would be an understatement 😵‍💫#saintyyy give me your thoughts as wellll plsss👀#kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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Locked Up | Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

I apologise to all my other WIPs. Blame Kitten.

Summary: As a nurse inside Musutafu correctional facility, you’re not naive to the threat the various inmates pose, but you manage to catch the eye of one of the most dangerous- a high ranking member of Dynamight’s gang, Red Riot.

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, pwp, not proof read, semi-public sex, dirty talk, manipulation, a sprinkle of degradation, potential dubcon (just to be safe- Kiri lies a lot) but tbh he just proper fancies reader, no prep, no protection, creampie, panty theft. If I missed anything lemme know!

Word Count: 6.6k.

Musutafu correctional facility was a place where some of the most hardened criminals were incarcerated. The barbed wire fence that surrounded the building was designed to look intimidating, and it did– but nothing could compare to how menacing the men looked inside. There were men from all walks of life, some that had just been handed unlucky cards in life and been led down the wrong path, others who would never step free again– sentenced to serve the rest of their lives behind bars. Others were in for shorter stays, completing the final parts of their rehabilitation programs before they were integrated back into society.

And then there were men like Kirishima Eijirou.

You’d heard stories about why he was inside, rumours that constantly circulated around the cold four walls that were hard to ignore. News report after report backed up a lot of the outlandish claims, things you wouldn’t even believe were true unless you’d heard them so vividly spoken so many times. He was part of the biggest gang in Musutafu, Dynamight’s right-hand man. He’d been inside almost a year, and still had six left to serve, although he seemed confident that his expensive lawyer would have him out in two.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Kirishima smiled as he stepped up to the window, his calloused fingertips brushing your hand as he took the small paper cup from you, “Stayin’ safe in here, yeah?”

He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat that gave his skin a dewy glow as his arms flexed beneath the stiff polyester shirt, clearly just done with a workout in his cell. Often you’d catch him doing push-ups when you were being escorted by one of the guards to do your rounds, or doing pull-ups using the metal stairs to the upper cells. The soft grunts that left his lips did nothing to satiate the ache you felt for the man as you’d give him a subtle smile. Looks that didn’t go unnoticed by the hulking man who would often show off in your presence. Increasing his pace, or adding to his weight whenever you were near. The other inmates would catcall and heckle you whenever you were in their wings, calling out to you to show them your panties or come and give them a checkup. But Kirishima was always respectful, watching silently whenever you walked by. You were always told to remember that these were dangerous inmates, not the usual patients that you’d get when you were working at the not-for-profit, but sometimes men like Kirishima made it difficult– you couldn’t imagine him doing the things they wrote about in the papers, he just seemed so nice.

“Always,” You smiled.

It wasn’t unusual for the inmates to try and intimidate you inside the facility, a sick sense of power and dominance gained from the way that meek, sweet women would shrink away from them in fear as they gained a boost to their egos. And you could admit there were many men inside that would make your skin crawl, whether it was the reasons why they were in prison in the first place or the rumours you’d hear circling inside. Kirishima was one of those inmates that should’ve made you scared, the stories most definitely preceding him. His long rap sheet is enough to have him locked away for the rest of his life if it wasn’t for the expensive lawyer his boss Bakugou had hired. But there was something about the redheaded man that had you curious, the normal fear that whirred in the pit of your stomach was rarely there when you spent time with him– in fact, it was quite the opposite. Butterflies fluttered against your ribcage whenever you spoke to the man, almost feeling yourself receding into a cute, blushy schoolgirl.

Kirishima grinned as he raised the medication to his lips as you offered him a cup of water to wash the pills down with but he refused it, grinning as he lay his elbow on the counter to lean forward. Opening his mouth as he stuck his tongue out for you to see the back of his throat, lifting it before slipping it back inside his mouth. You had to fight the heat that rose inside you at the sight as you imagined his tongue against yours, and against other parts of your body. Clenching your thighs together to try and ignore the throb emitting from between them, but it did little to quench the ache. Absentmindedly handing a cup of pills to the next man in line as you watched Kirishima walk away, the prison-issue shirt tight on his frame as he towered over the other men.

You knew that fraternising with inmates was strictly forbidden, not only would you lose your job but it would prevent you from working in the field. But it didn’t hurt to look— his long mane of red hair flowing down his back as his natural colour grew at the roots, an indication of how long he’d been inside. Continuing to hand out medication as you let yourself daydream of Kirishima bending you over this very counter.

You were almost done with the line of inmates waiting to take their scheduled medication when you heard shouts begin to break out throughout the block, the sound of fists banging on metal as you looked to the centre of the room to see Kirishima standing tall, his muscles flexing as his normally shiny ruby red eyes darkened. Blood was running down his face as another man lay on the ground in the foetal position, arms protecting his head as other inmates kicked and punched him. A loud voice boomed over the tannoy, instructing the men back to their cells as guards rushed to the scene to try and break it up. Watching as the inmates all moved to their fronts on the ground as they continued to shout and jeer, another guard came into the small doctors' office to escort you back to the hospital wing as you nodded, giving Kirishima, who was now lying flat on the floor a final look before you followed him out.

It was thirty minutes later when there was a knock at your door, a guard escorting Kirishima into the small medical office as you looked up from the paperwork at your desk. A burly guard escorted Kirishima into the room, his arms bound behind his back as he shouldered through the door, sitting him down on a chair at the side of the room as he connected his cuffs to the back of it so he couldn’t move around. Keeping him in one spot as the guard finally turned to acknowledge you gruffly.

“He’s got an abrasion on his head, reckon you can give him the once over?”

“Uh, sure.” You smiled, filing the paperwork away for confidentiality before you stood from your desk, busying yourself with gathering the supplies that you’d need to treat him.

Situating yourself beside Kirishima as you tried to still your racing heart, now close enough to him that you could smell him. The musky scent of sweat and blood filled your nostrils as you took a closer look at the wound on his head, doing everything in your power not to make eye contact with him, knowing that if you did you’d forget all those years of medical training in an instant and revert back to that blushing schoolgirl.

“Can’t I get a little privacy?” Kirishima gave the guard a look as he stood by the door.

“Ain’t no privacy in prison,” The blond guard scoffed as he crossed his arms.

“Come on man,” Kirishima almost whined, “This is about my medical history.”

“And?” The guard scoffed.

“What if she tells me I got a month left to live?”

“Then I’d be fucking lucky.” The guard scoffed, “One less asshole to worry about.”

“It’s okay,” You smiled, “You can give us a few minutes. He’s cuffed.”

The guard seemed to ponder the decision for a moment before he opened the door, stepping out into the hallway as he told you to call out if you needed anything. You waved a ball of cotton wool at him and nodded as you turned your attention back to Kirishima. The blood that had been spilling from a wound above his eyebrow had stopped flowing, leaving dried blood against his cheek and chin as it darkened and cracked against his skin.

“Thanks,” Kirishima murmured as you soaked the cotton wool bud in rubbing alcohol, “It’s nice to get a few minutes of privacy in here.”

Giving him a kind smile as you leaned forward, gently holding his chin in your hand as you angled his head slightly to get a closer look at the wound. It was a gash through the tattoo that sat above his eyebrow, the word ‘Riot’ in cursive. And with any luck, the damage wouldn’t be deep enough to scar, not that it seemed like this man cared. The marks that covered his body were all evidence of the fights that he’d been in prior to this one, an indication of just how dangerous the man in front of you could be.

“This is gonna hurt,” You spoke softly as you felt his warm breath fan against your face as he let out a soft chuckle.

“I can take it, sweetheart.” But the moment he said that you pressed the bud against the abrasion as Kirishima’s teeth clenched in a sharp hiss, his nose scrunching as you continued to dab at the wound.

“What happened?” You mumbled as you continued to clean the cut, watching it soak the white cotton wool and stain it red as he hunched his shoulders.

“Was nothing.” He mumbled.

You knew often inmates wouldn’t talk to you, often they saw you as another narc. So you were used to men avoiding the question, but you’d hoped that Kirishima would be different. He’d seemed so happy when he left you after taking his medication, and suddenly now he sat in your office after starting a large block fight.

“You got any painkillers?” He asked as you moved to pick up another cotton bud, shooting him a look from the side of your eyes as you tried to gauge whether he was really in that much pain or not, “Think they’re taking me to seg after this, I don’t think I can be comfortable in there without ‘em.”

Often inmates would fake the pain to try and score free medication in the hospital wing instead of having to trade their commissary for it, but you decided his head was probably throbbing and he wouldn’t be able to go to commissary or request them from you if he was being moved into isolation after this. So you picked up two pills as you reached up to give them to him, your fingertips brushing against his lips as you broke protocol and dropped them straight into his mouth, hands lingering as ruby eyes watched you intently. Once again his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed both without water before you’d even had the chance to offer him a glass.

On instinct, his tongue slipped from his lips as he showed you that he’d taken both and he wasn’t hiding them. But this time, having him so close had you struggling to focus. Trying to ignore the heat swiftly rising inside you as you continued working at the wound on his head.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He whispered as you smiled softly. Even in the chair he almost towered over you, his head at your height as you stood between his thighs.

“It’s not deep, so you don’t need stitches.” You plastered it up to ensure the mark wouldn’t split open as you began to clean the dried blood off his cheek, “You bleed a lot though. I don’t remember seeing that on your chart.”

“Yeah, my tattoo artist said that too.” He replied with a grin, watching as you began to fill the paperwork out about his medical visit as he took the opportunity to take in the sight of your curves.

“How many tattoos do you have?” You smiled, slowly filling in each box as Kirishima began to shake his knee.

“A few. If I didn’t have these on I could show you.” You heard him jiggle the cuffs behind him as you laughed, shaking your head.

“They were talkin’ about you.” Kirishima continued, making you pause your writing as you turned to stare at him.

“What?”

“The pricks in rec.” Kirishima continued, “Were saying nasty shit about you.”

“Like what?” You shocked yourself that the words left your lips, the morbid curiosity of wanting to find out what the other inmates thought about you even though it shouldn’t matter.

“Sayin’ how pretty you’d look on your knees, how much they wanna fuck you-”

“Oh,” You weren’t even sure what to say to that, unsurprised that men who had been locked up for long periods would have these thoughts about any woman that they saw, but it still didn’t explain why Kirishima got a blow to the head.

“Knocked that fucker out, he deserved it.” Kirishima scoffed, “He said all that shit, but I’m the one that’s gonna end up in seg. Fuckin’ assholes.”

“Why’d you hit him?” Kirishima gave you an incredulous look, as if to ask ‘are you joking?’

“The shit he was saying about you- pissed me off.” His nostrils flared and you felt your clit throb, he looked so angry, so possessive.

Kirishima knew he shouldn’t be doing this- you were so sweet, so innocent, so pure. It didn’t take much for him to rile you up, and it made him feel powerful. Even more so because he was in a facility designed to strip that power away, to try and strip men back to nothing. But Kirishima still held all the power, even here. Being the right-hand man of one of the most dangerous men in Musutafu had its perks, giving him the extra freedom to get away with things without putting extra time on his count. Some of the guards inside are just as corrupt as the gang he was a part of, allowing him the luxury of continuing his line of work from the inside.

He should’ve just let you be, he’d almost feel guilty for getting you wrapped up in him. But it had been so long since he’d felt his cock nestled deep inside a wet, warm cunt and there was something about you that had him desperate to know how yours felt. There were only so many times that fucking his fist would relieve that itch, and he was almost at his limit.

Kirishima knew he should feel bad for doing this, but he didn’t.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Kirishima smirked, “I know you want me, sweetheart.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you refused to meet his gaze, but your body responded to his words. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you squeezed your thighs together to try and ignore the sensation, this was completely against protocol and something you’d never done before. Of course, there was a long line of inmates that had tried- almost every single one in fact. Taking away the chance of doing something just made men want to do it even more, so you’d become used to treating men while they sported tents in their prison-issue pants– but Kirishima? He was different.

This time you wanted to.

“We can’t.” You hummed, leaning over to stack some of the items you’d used to patch him up back on the shelf as Kirishima watched your every move.

“Aww come on, sweetheart. Don’t you want me to feel better?” He pouted and you bit your bottom lip, you did.

“I bet you’re dripping in those little panties.” He ignored you completely as he spread his thighs further apart, as though beckoning you closer, “What colour are they?”

“W-what?” You were flustered by the question, remembering the simple pair of cream panties that you’d put on this morning. Appalled at yourself for even debating whether to answer the question as you wished you’d chosen a sexier pair to wear, the ones you had on were far more functional than aesthetics.

“Bet they’re white, huh?” He prodded, fastidiously attempting to get you to answer.

“Cream.” You mumbled, avoiding his eyes as you stared down at the grey linoleum beneath your feet.

“Fuck, I bet they look so pretty on you.” Kirishima continued, shifting his hips slightly on the plastic chair as he tried to relieve the tightness in his pants, “Why don’t you c’mere?”

“I can’t-” You stammered, “The guard might come back any second-”

“Just one kiss,” He teased, with his hands cuffed behind his back, he tried to pull you closer with his body as he hooked an ankle around the backs of your knees, bringing you to settle between his thighs, “Please?”

You gasped from the sudden movement, your hands bracing themselves on his shoulders as you stared into his ruby eyes. Trying to calm your racing heart as you chanced a look towards the door to the office, it wasn’t locked and it meant anyone could walk in and see you in such a precarious position.

“Come on, baby.” His lips were now hovering over yours, mere centimetres and you’d connect them, “I know you want to.”

You worried your lower lip between your teeth as your fingers squeezed at his shoulders, trying to hold on to the last ounce of resolve that you still held inside you. But it was so difficult when he was in such close proximity to you, looking into your soul with those gorgeous eyes as you felt yourself moving closer to him. It was as though you were no longer in control of your body as your eyes darted down to his lips, his tongue peeking out to wet them as he tilted his head to the side, finally closing the distance as your lips met his in a soft kiss. You hummed gently when you felt his calloused lips touched yours, feeling them curl into a smile as he deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed past your parted lips to delve deeper as he brushed against your teeth, capturing your moans in his mouth as your hands tightened their grip on his shoulders.

“You got no idea how long I’ve been thinking about doing that with you, sweetheart.” He whispered against your lips as you broke for air.

“You have?”

Fuck, you really were so cute. You sounded so hopeful, so eager as you asked for the subtle affirmation. Kirishima couldn’t wait to ruin you-

“Of course I have, baby. Have you seen yourself?” He pressed his lips to yours in another sloppy kiss, “You’re so beautiful.”

You felt giddy as his thighs moved closer on either side of yours, squeezing them gently as he couldn’t wrap his arms around you, tilting his head back as if to invite you closer. The movement allowed you to see the intricate tattoo that covered his collarbone and followed beneath his shirt. You’d seen it before when he’d been working out shirtless in the rec area, a huge dragon that spanned from his pectoral all the way into a colourful arm sleeve. The beautiful ink marred with a gunshot wound where he’d narrowly avoided death, another indication of just how much danger you were potentially in.

“Sit on my lap.”

You’d consider yourself to be such a strong, independent woman- you had to be to survive in a job like this, but Kirishima had you questioning everything as you bit your lip. Suddenly feeling so shy as you debated whether to move closer or not.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Kirishima pouted, “For me?”

“Fuck,” He rasped as you straddled him, your dress riding up as you pressed your crotch against his. Giving him the perfect view of the tops of your stockings as you tried to hover yourself on top of him to avoid brushing yourself against his cock that was currently straining through the scratchy material of his prison-issue pants as it rubbed against your bare thighs, “You feel so fucking warm.”

Even with his hands restrained he still tried to maintain control of the situation, his hips thrusting up to make you lose your balance as you were forced down onto his crotch so you could feel his hard cock against your clothed slit. Making sweet moans tumble from your throat as his tongue swiped against your lips, eagerly pushing his way inside as he deepened the kiss.

Your hands moved to the back of his head as you let your fingers comb through his long hair. Fingernails scratching at his scalp as you began to match his movements, grinding yourself down on his crotch as he groaned beneath you as you let yourself fall into him.

“Wish I could touch you, princess” Kirishima moaned against your lips, “Wanna play with those pretty tits.”

His words had you tugging his hair at the root, making him groan as you pulled yourself away from him. His lips moved forward eagerly to press wet, warm kisses against your neck.

“Can I see them, please?” He asked softly as his nose nuzzled the soft skin at the apex of your neck.

Kirishima was a monster for corrupting someone so adorable, so innocent. But it wasn’t his fault- there was no reason why a girl as sweet as you should be working in a scummy facility like this. It was like putting you on a shelf for any sick fuck to come and ruin you- but lucky for you he’d got there first. Oh, he’d still ruin you alright, but at least there was a chance you’d enjoy it now.

“What if-” You began to contend, but Kirishima was quick to cut you off.

“They won’t come in for at least another fifteen unless you make noise.” He murmured, “And I can help you keep quiet, sweetheart.”

You leaned back on his lap as you began to unbutton the top few buttons of the standard dress that you wore, exposing the plain white bra that you wore below. Every piece of clothing was to regulation, wishing you had a sexy piece of lingerie on for him to see. But Kirishima didn’t seem to mind, the sight of your plain, white bra had his cock throbbing in his pants as your breasts fit perfectly inside. Leaning forward as you pulled the fabric down, letting your tits spill from the cups as Kirishima watched them bounce slightly, your nipples hardening into peaks in the cool air of the nurses' office. A deep, guttural groan sounded from deep in his chest as he committed the sight to memory, craning his neck forward to capture one of your pert nipples between his lips.

“Shit,” You whined, grasping his shoulders to stop yourself from falling backwards as his tongue circled the bud, cheeks hollowed as he sucked harshly. Certain he could make you cum from this alone as you kept grinding yourself on his lap, the desire continuing to build inside you as you were desperate to get off. Your hands became bolder as you moved them to the back of his neck, pushing him deeper as you began to imagine how his lips would feel on other parts of your body.

“I was right, they are fucking perfect.” He pulled away from your nipple with a ‘pop’ as he looked at the surface glistening in his spit as he moved to the other one to give it the same attention, “You’re perfect.”

You were hanging on to his every word, pleasure running through your veins as you forgot about the repercussions if you got caught, focusing only on the pleasure he was giving you. Continuing to roll your hips against his as you felt the hardness of his cock catch against your puffy clit, creating delicious friction as you used him to get yourself off.

“You feel so warm,” Kirishima groaned, jerking his hips so you could feel him push his cock against you, “Gotta help me, sweetheart, yeah?”

“Yeah?” Your mind was hazy from pleasure as you gazed at him through lidded eyes.

“Pull my pants down for me?” Kirishima wriggled his hips for emphasis as he moved back as much as he could to give you room.

Your fingers lifted the hem of his prison-issue shirt as you felt the soft black hair of his happy trail as it disappeared beneath his pants. Your fingers delicately hooked under the elastic waistband as you began to tug at the material, Kirishima lifting his hips from the chair to give you the freedom to tug his pants and underwear down just enough to free his aching cock. You gasped in surprise when you saw it for the first time, the way it flopped against his thigh a sheer indication of the weight of it as the bulging tip oozed pre. You weren’t sure you would be able to wrap your hand around it fully, never mind fit it inside you. The veins that forked along the underside only served to make him look even bigger as you wondered whether you’d get past the tip. His balls hung below, round and full with his cum as you subconsciously licked your lips at the thought of him filling you with cum.

“You think you can take me, babe?” Kirishima asked smugly, already knowing the answer. Most women struggled to take his size, and perhaps you were no different.

“Yeah,” You shot back swiftly, trying to sound confident but the doubtful look in your eyes betrayed you.

“Good girl,” He grinned, “Now take those panties off for me.”

You’d almost forgotten that you were still almost fully clothed, standing up from his lap for a moment to slip your hands beneath the standard-issue dress as the fabric slipped up around your hips, giving Kirishima a view of your cream panties as he watched intently.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned at the sight, noticing the large wet patch that stained the crotch as you tugged at the hem, pushing them down your thighs until they fell to the ground at your knees, stepping one foot out of them as you moved to get back on his lap.

“Hold on, sweetheart, hold on.” Kirishima spoke quickly, stopping you from sitting on top of him, “Spread yourself open for me, please? I wanna see-”

You felt embarrassed at the request, but somehow your hands betrayed you as you looked at the sweet look on his face.

“Put your foot here- that’s it-” Kirishima instructed you, uncaring that you’d put your heeled pump on his thigh as you moved your hand between your thighs. Your palm pressed against your mound as your fingers split into a v-shape, strings of your slick glistening as you spread yourself for him, giving him the perfect view of your bare cunt.

“Fucking hell,” He groaned, throwing his head back, “You have the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen, sweetheart. I wanna be inside you right now.”

“Oh,” You mumbled, “I don’t have condoms-”

Condoms were considered contraband in the facility, there was no need for you to be handing them out as inmates shouldn’t be fraternising, and neither should staff. Thinking that this was it between you and the attractive inmate you moved your foot from his thigh as your dress fell back around your knees.

“It’s okay, baby. It’ll be fine,” Kirishima cooed, “I’ll tell you when I’m about to cum, okay?”

You bit your lip as you debated what to do, you knew the pull-out method wasn’t always effective, but you trusted him.

“Okay,” You moved back onto his lap as Kirishima smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you leaned down to wrap your hand around his thick cock, feeling the weight of it as you held it upright.

Easing your hips forward as you brushed the leaking tip between your messy folds, coating him with your slick as his pre mingled with your wetness. Kirishima hissed sharply from behind his teeth at the feeling of your hand around his cock, feeling you line him up with your tight entrance as he saw the uneasy look on your face.

“I’m sorry I can’t prep you like this,” His wrists jiggled the chains for emphasis, “Just stop me if it hurts, alright?”

He shouldn’t have said it, Kirishima knew there was no way he was going to fucking stop. Especially when there was such little time left- he just wanted to feel that tight little cunt wrapped around his cock.

He didn’t stop, he couldn’t. But it’s not like you were asking him to stop either, your cunt was practically dripping down his length, pooling around his balls.

You let out a lewd groan as you began to lower yourself on his cock, the noise catching Kirishima off guard as he began to shush you, his eyes instantly focused on the unlocked door in case the guard outside heard anything.

“Shhh, come on, babe. Do you want him to come in and see what a slut you are?” Kirishima hissed, brows furrowed as you bit down on your bottom lip hard to try and stop yourself from making noise. Tears clinging to your lashes as you tried desperately to hold back the tears, but every inch felt like your walls were burning.

“It hurts, Kiri.” You whined, trying to blink back tears as your walls burned from the stretch.

“I know, baby. I know- but you’re doin’ so good, almost there-” You weren’t, Kirishima could see not even a third of his cock had disappeared inside your cunt as he feigned sympathy. You were so wet and warm he wasn’t even sure he could last- the tightness hugging him enough to have him cumming like this. But he hadn’t worked you for weeks to get a third deep, no. He wanted all of you.

Kirishima couldn’t lie, he felt guilty when he rut his hips up into you, he did. The whimper you made when he felt you take more of him sent shameful jolts directly to his cock as he whispered for you to bite down on his shoulder to keep quiet. You complied so easily, teeth latching onto his shoulder through the starchy fabric as he felt your spit begin to slick the material. Or it could’ve been your tears- but at that moment he didn’t care.

Giving another sharp thrust of his hips as he fucked himself deeper inside your tender pussy, feeling your walls flutter around him as he began to feel the resistance start to dissipate.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, so tight.” He groaned, “Doin’ so good for me.”

The stretch was unreal, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. None of your previous partners had been this well endowed, and even your largest dildo couldn’t contend with his size.

“Fuck, give me a second, sweetheart.” Kirishima continued, “S’been a long, long time.”

You were grateful because you weren’t sure you could take it if he had just started moving. Pulling your teeth away from his shoulder to take a deep breath, holding the air in your lungs as you felt Kirishima begin to move his hips.

“Oh, shit.” You gasped as you felt the tip of his cock hit the deepest depths inside of you, certain it was nudging your cervix as he began to start a sloppy pace.

“You feel so good,” Kirishima grunted, beads of sweat beginning to appear on his brow as he positioned his feet flat on the ground as he leaned back against the chair, using the position for leverage as he began to piston himself in and out of your tight cunt.

Your nails dug into his back through his shirt as you clung to him to prevent yourself from falling backwards, your tits bouncing from the force of his thrusts as he pounded into you. His cock dragged against every inch of you with each rut of his hips as your mouth fell open in a constant whine.

“So noisy.” Kirishima teased, “My cock feel that good?”

“Y-yeah,” You managed to get out between breaths, certain the sound of his balls slapping against your skin was louder than you were but you were in no position to argue.

Kirishima continued to lead from the bottom as he used your body as his own personal cocksleeve, completely focused on his own pleasure as he felt his balls begin to tighten.

“Not so loud, sweetheart.” He whispered gruffly, “Don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

You didn’t, there was too much at stake if anyone was to come in and see you in this position, but the thought of it happening had your walls clenching around Kirishima’s cock. The image of someone, anyone coming in and seeing you in such a depraved position sending you closer to your release.

Kirishima continued pounding into you from below, a sheer display of his strength that each thrust had you almost completely off his length before gravity had you dropping back down, struggling to keep your thighs on the chair as you moved your feet to hook over Kirishima’s thighs by his knees.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He growled, “Take it.”

“Oh my god.” You gasped, your walls trembled at his words as you felt yourself slipping closer and closer to your bliss.

“Fucking take it.” He snarled, tears spilling down your cheeks as you felt yourself teetering on the edge. Leaning forward to latch your teeth onto his shoulder again to silence yourself as you screamed, the noise muffled by the rough fabric as the coil broke inside you. Crying out as you felt yourself succumb to the pleasure, your orgasm surging through you in harsh waves.

“Good girl,” Kirishima grunted, your walls milking his cock as he fucked you through your climax, your cunt even tighter, even wetter now that you’d found your release.

He continued his rough pace, selfishly searching for his own ecstasy as he felt himself closer and closer to his end.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” Kirishima moaned, your pussy clamping down around him, “Gonna fuckin’ cum inside this slutty pussy.”

“Wait-” You gasped, trying to lift yourself with tired arms to look into his eyes but it was too late.

Kirishima knew it was an asshole move, that he’d promised you that he’d pull out, but your cunt just felt so good wrapped around his cock. And truthfully? He’d never had any intention of pulling out- the thought of filling your cute, little pussy with his cum was too good an opportunity to pass up.

“Oh, fuck.” A guttural moan left Kirishima’s lips as his balls tightened, pumping hot ropes of cum inside your quivering cunt. Painting your walls white with his release as he gave a few more sloppy thrusts inside your warmth before he stilled on the uncomfortable plastic chair.

His chest heaving as he basked in the afterglow of his release, cherishing the final few pulsations from your spent cunt before you moved your hands to his shoulders to pull yourself off his spent cock, grimacing when his cum dripped from your stretched walls and onto the linoleum floor.

“You were fucking amazing, sweetheart.” Kirishima grinned as you glanced towards the clock in panic, moving to pull his pants back up around his ass as you huffed in frustration as he made it hard for you by barely moving his hips, “I knew that pussy would be good, and I wasn’t wrong.”

“He’s gonna come back in at any minute,” You mumbled, moving to pull your panties back up as Kirishima stopped you.

“Put them in my pocket” He flicked his chin, indicating towards the cream panties that were now around your ankles.

“I can’t,” You gasped.

“Come on, please?” Kirishima gave you that same puppy dog look and it had you falling even deeper under his spell.

“What if you get caught?” You asked the question as though you weren’t already taking them off from around your ankles and slipping them into his pants pocket.

“I won’t, promise.” He stole a kiss from you as you hovered over him, “Having these will get me through seg.”

He wished he hadn’t lied about being sent to isolation, in hindsight he probably didn’t even have to. He would’ve managed to get inside your panties without the little white lie, but either way, it had worked. He leaned forward to steal one more kiss from you before you began to smooth your dress out, almost forgetting about his cum that was now dripping down your inner thigh uncomfortably and hitting the floor.

“Oh, shit,” You moved to grab a paper towel before the sound of the door opening stopped you, keeping you frozen in your tracks as you watched the guard walk in without warning.

“What? No knock first?” Kirishima snarked as the guard stepped into your office, praying that he couldn’t feel the warmth in the air or the stench of sex and sweat as he moved towards his prisoner.

“Keep telling you assholes, this is fuckin’ prison. You don’t get shit.” The guard shook his head, keys jingling in his hands as he moved to the back of the chair to unlock Kirishima’s cuffs from the chain at the back so he could stand, his hands still bound as you tried to stand in front of the mess you’d made on the cold floor, praying that the guard hadn’t noticed.

“Is he ready to go back to gen pop?” The guard turned to ask you, and you felt your heart pounding against your chest.

“Y-yeah,” You mumbled, hoping the guard wouldn’t come around your table to see the mess the inmate had made of you. Kirishima did you a favour as he walked around the table and towards the guard as he was marched out of the room.

“Thanks, nurse.” He gave you a cocky smile as he left, “I feel much better.”

Kirishima followed the guard back to the general population as he stopped by the main door, waiting for the guard to unlock the cuffs as he was finally able to move his arms back to his front. Smiling smugly as he noticed the deep red marks around his wrists from where the cuffs had rubbed from his frantic movements. Making a beeline for the phones as he tapped another inmate on the shoulder, the man instantly turned around with a fist up before realising his mistake. Seeing Kirishima behind him as he instantly hung up the phone, apologising before walking away.

Kirishima picked the phone up as he smashed the keys, dialling a number as he leaned a shoulder against the wall as the phone rang. An angry voice sounded from the other side.

“What fuckin’ time do ya call this, Kiri?”

“Hey, I’m sorry man. I was a little preoccupied.” Kirishima schmoozed, a grin on his face at the memory, his cock still covered in your slick and your panties secure in his pocket.

“Yeah, well the drop is ready to go. We’re just trying to sort someone to do pick-ups.” Bakugou grunted on the other side of the phone, “The last guy was a fuckin’ pussy.”

“You know what, man. I think I might have someone-”

“Someone on the inside?” Bakugou pushed.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Do you think he’ll do it? I can get Sero to meet him before he comes in-”

“Oh yeah, she’ll do it.” Kirishima grinned, “I know she will.”

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