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Another part of your brain, who is decidedly unreliable and lovesick, urges you to do just that. What harm is it just seeing if he’s home, LoveBrain rationalizes. You bend down, elbows on your knees as you clasp your hands together. You feel a little too old to be acting like this but in all fairness - you’re just a college grad who likes to bake and Kirishima is.. 

Well Kirishima is Pro-hero: Red Riot. So the difference between the two of you on what just dropping by could equal simply isn’t the same. You don’t wanna intrude on his home. In equal part because he’s a pro but also because he never really invites you over for reasons you don’t know. You’d been once or twice to pick up a thing or two. 

But he was always hesitant to keep you there. If he wasn’t such a good boyfriend, you’d be sure he was doing something terrible. Unfortunately, his consistently good behavior has left you with more questions than answers. If he wasn’t cheating, or maybe a serial killer - than what could the reason be that he never lets you hang out at his place? He’s hung out at yours before. 

Sure, you felt like you were missing… something in your dating life, but you never wanted to pressure Kirishima either. Another time, you’d say.

You’d ask another time. 

Right now though, in the middle of the stormy weather that’s hit peak rainfall and winds - you decide to let it go. He’d be understood for sure, and more than that - you did kinda miss him after a long work week. 

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Mother nature has an affinity for being cruel when you underestimate her. 

You stormed out of the bus station with such confidence, bag snug against your back. Sneakers splashing through pools of water as you rushed your way to the apartment complex a few blocks down. You knew it was gonna rain heavy, you expected it. What you didn’t expect however was the sudden rush of droplets that felt more like being underneath a high-pressure shower than a rainy day. Your legs grews heavy as if your shoes were made of metal and your chest was pounding as you suffocated for air. At some point, you couldn’t even turn back. 

You’d basically been caught in a goddamn tropical hurricane. Eyes blinded from the droplets, clothes so drenched they feel like a second skin, nose running, breathing ragged like an elephant on your chest - you’re surprised you even got to your fucking destination. You could barely navigate in the first place.  It felt like you were boxing with the weather the entire time and now you’ve finally made it - a nice stranger lets you into the complex and it takes you ten goddamn minutes to catch your breath. You’re drenching the entrance - a little pool of water following your feet wherever you go. After you’ve calmed down a little, the shivering begins and you force yourself to trudge upstairs. 

Your calves are so sore each step feels like climbing Mt. Everest. But, you push forward, frankly out of options and now truly with nowhere to run. If he wasn’t home, you were absolutely fucked. You cross your fingers before you knock on his door - freshly painted with a coat of white that looks stark against the dark floors of the complex.  

please be home please be home please be home please be home please be - 

When the door swings open, you’re greeted by a face you don’t think you’ve ever been so happy to see. You look a fucking mess, you’re certain of it. Your makeup was wiped clean off by the rain, you’re shivering from head to toe - soaked down to absolute bone, like you were a wet dog left out in the winter. In better circumstances, you’d crack a joke to him about how you were a real catch but the words wouldn’t make it out of your mouth. The only thing that  can come out of there is the clattering sound of teeth and stuttered phrases. You’re not sure you could form a full sentence if you even tried. 

But try you would, looping your thumb underneath your backpack straps with a grin. 

“H-Hey,” you say with an awkward smile “I wa-was ho-hoping you would be h-home,” 

You managed to make the sentence out, high-fiving yourself mentally. Lost in your train of thought about how ridiculous you look, you miss Kirishima's expression. His eyes are blown wide with concern, frozen in place trying to figure out what to do. 

“Oh my god, baby - are you okay? What happened?,” he says first, stepping aside to usher you inside. Before you tell him, he places the back of your hand against your forehead. Unintentionally. you lean into his warm touch. 

“Jeez, you’re freezing. I’m gonna run up and get a towel for you first okay?,” 

You nod, not really able to say much else. Kirishima's concerns leave you feeling just a little guilty, even though you’d run out of choices. He was always like that though, worried and considerate you’ve never had most boyfriends be in your life. You had  a bad-habit in dating people who rarely ever returned your energy. Kirishima was a learning curve for sure, but not an unwelcome surprise. He was always careful of you - concerned over your well-being and how you felt in a day. It wasn’t that he could read you but rather that he would always ask. 

He insists that you don’t trouble him, but you always feel like you do. Kirishima is just too.. good. It’s almost hard to wrap your head around how much he loves you, how much you know he loves. It’s hard to tell him what’s up because you don’t wanna trouble him too much - yet you feel guilty when he gives you that face. A soft furrow in his brown, jaw taut. A silent way to ask you what was wrong. A symbol of Kirishima's worry. 

When he returns down the stairs with a fluffy towel, he’s rushing to you. He wraps the towel around your neck - grabbing your hands and almost shoving you into the bathroom. He easily lifts you up onto the counter like you weigh nothing at all before turning the light on. His strength never fails to frighten you a little, yelping as your wet body makes a soft smushing noise against the counter. He takes the towel and starts patting your head dry. 

“Sheesh, what happened to you?,” 

“Got caught up in the rain. I was gonna have someone come pick me up by my phone died,” 

“Do you have a change of clothes or anything in your bag?,” Kirishima asks. You shake your head, scratching the back of your neck with a light laugh. 

He gives you a deep sigh, using the towel to hold your face in his hands before he bumps your forehead against yours. This Kirishima is familiar to you - the gentle smile on his face. His stark black lashes against his skin. He really is angular everywhere - pointed teeth smiling in a tired grin. 

“I was worried sick when I opened the door. I tried calling you earlier but it went straight to voicemail,” he informs you, kissing the very tip of your nose. You place a hand over his, looking sheepish. 

“‘m sorry. Didn’t think it would be so bad out today,” 

“It wasn’t supposed to be,” Kirishima assures. 

“Right?,” 

Kirishima gives you a belly laugh. One that warms you up from the inside, making you shiver for different reasons entirely. Kirishima's laugh is pretty, but more importantly - it’s deep. A raspy chuckle at best except for the times he laughs so hard he can’t breathe. It sounds good. Makes you squirm a little at how casual he sounds. 

“I know you’ll be fine if I leave for a sec but it breaks my heart to leave you all cold and shivering,”

You bump your forehead against his again - heart fluttering at the closeness. Moments of intimacy like this seemed to come so easily with you two. Kirishima has no issue getting up-close and personal in your space. It makes you wonder why you haven’t… 

You shake the thought off by rolling your shoulders back a bit. 

“I’ll be fine, Kiri. Don’t worry,” 

Another familiar sigh falls from his lips as he nods, kissing you quickly before patting your leg. 

“I’ll be back soon, I’ll go get you another towel and some clothes - take a warm shower for me and give me your bag. I’ll charge your phone for you,” he says, sliding the bag off your shoulders before lifting it onto his own. You giggle at how silly he looks with such a small bag on such a large mans shoulders. 

“You keep starin’,” he tease, flexing his arms a little “Do I look that good with your bag on,” 

You laugh a little harder, nodding enthusiastically. Kirishima is just glad to see you smile. 

“Looking great, Red RIot,” 

He grins again, knocking on wood before leaving. 

“Okay, wait here. I’ll be back with your things,” 

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As promised, Kirishima does return to you with clothes, a towel, a t-shirt for you to dry your hair in. You shower, using all of the products that you bought for him a while ago. Kirishima is an almost perfect man except for the fact he spent a better part of his life using 3-in-1 self-care products like some kind of animal. You were ecstatic to see that none of that was in sight when you showered. The smell was familiar, a little shock of.. excitement..? Arousal? Something like that passes through you gently. You turn the shower cold before you get out just to get a handle on your nerves. 

When you dry off and tie your hair up - you change into Kirishimas clothes. You’d always known your boyfriend was massive. He has a crazy amount of height even for someone well-built and tall. Broad everywhere, ribs of muscle and sinew all along his body. There wasn’t anything soft about him really. It was an attractive quality that always made him stand out even more than the bright-red, spiky hair and shark teeth did. All that weight training for his quirk just happens to make him huge even if you’re not exactly tiny. 

So you expected his clothes wouldn’t fit you tightly or anything - but his sweatpants don’t fit you at all. The waistband is too worn for you to tie them tight so you relent, giving in on just wearing the boxers with the tight waistband that fit snugly to your body. Even so you had to wear it against the widest part of you for it to even kind of stay on. Jesus, was your boyfriend some kind of titan? 

You sigh when you exit the bathroom, ready to find Kirishima and tell him you’d go home when your clothes would dry. He was quietly waiting for your appearance when he heard the bathroom door creak open - expecting you to be in his clothes. He was preparing himself for it, actually. Kirishima is a man who prides himself in his resolve and - 

Oh fuck are you not wearing his pants 

He swallows thickly once you cross the threshold of his living room. Your nipples are hard against his loose shirt - sticking out sorely, though you don’t seem to notice. Your hair is wrapped up, and his boxers seem to fit like shorts. The shirt however makes it seem like you’re wearing nothing. There’s a cute amount of peach fuzz and short prickly hairs on your legs. Kirishima finds that attractive for reasons he can’t quite rationalize. 

Tearing his gaze away from your figure before you get a chance to notice, Kirishima clears his throat and puts on his best smile. In another life, he was an actor not a hero - he swears. 

“Oh hey, look who it is,” Kirishima greets forcefully. You give him a little spin, yawning a bit. Tugging on the end of your shorts, you plop yourself down on the couch a few inches away from him. 

“In the flesh. I wanted to wear the pants but your waist is too goddamn big,” you say with a sigh. You pull your knees up, the fabric on the back of your legs sliding down ever so slightly and Kirishima chokes on his spit. 

“You must be cold,” he comments. You nod. 

“Yeah a little. Do you have like.. a spare throw blanket or anything? I’m freezing,” 

Kirishima stands up straight when you ask, nodding. He goes into the little closet door on the other side of the room and pulls a blanket, unfolding it to drape over you before sitting himself back down. You hum gratefully, cozying yourself up in his things. Kirishima swallows his lustful feelings for a quick moment, if only to admire you. You’re a beauty in every right.

“I’ll be out of your hair soon,” you say softly. You yawn, big and loud before rubbing your eyes. You didn’t realize just how worn out you were. Kirishima stops to give you a look of confusion but isn’t sure what to ask. 

“You should stay the night, baby,” he says sympathetically “The rain isn’t gonna stop for a while and I don’t know if you’d even be able to make it home in this condition,”

“Also, why’re you so far away?,” 

You chuckle at that, scooting towards him and resting your head on his shoulder as his arms comes around it and pulls you close. He had a knack for being touchy, really. His large palms nearly engulf your entire shoulder as he places a quick peck to your temple. 

“I know you don’t like having me at your place and I don’t wanna bug you,” 

“Hey, who said that?,” Kirishima replies surprised. You give him a look as he gives you one in return. 

“You normally send me home after a few hours,” you chuckle, seeing his hurt reaction “I’m not bugged by it. Your space is your space, you know,” 

Kirishima blushes, looking away. Your eyes were now shut, resting happily against his chest and shoulder. He’s grateful you can’t see - the way his skin has turned a shade of red to the tips of his ears. What kind of miscommunication he’s created, he thinks. It’s not that he doesn’t want you near him - in fact, it’s nothing like that at all. The explanation is lengthy and maybe Kirishma should’ve already given it to you but what’s done is done. He’d just have to deal with it accordingly. 

It’s not that Kirishima didn’t like having you at his place. Far from it, really. Kirishima adored you so much he didn’t know what to do with himself. He’s dated before, obviously - but there’d never been anyone he’s liked as much as he liked you almost right away. He’d been pining for you for what felt like months, making daily visits to your bakery no matter how crunched for time he was. You, obviously, didn’t seem to think that Pro had any intention of flirting with you and Kirishima has a tendency to be more friendly than flirty. 

Didn’t stop him from trying. Once he managed to get your attention, he was courting you like a madman. He brought you roses at work once, you know, like the goddamn disney prince that he is. He just wanted to do things the right way once he finally managed to get with you. Chivalry isn’t dead for as long as Kirishima Eijirou is roaming earth and he absolutely wanted to prove to you how good of a man he can be. How well he can treat you, how respectful he is - kinda like a peacock preening. 

So, Kirishima courts you the polite way. He does every single thing as by the book as possible. You both differ in that. Kirishima is a traditional guy in the most wholesome way and you’re probably the most unorthodox person he’s ever met in his life. Despite that, his efforts never go unnoticed by you. He was so interested in you, so utterly devoted that he wanted to absolutely make sure you didn’t wanna go anywhere. He wanted to prove that he could wait for you - even though you’d never asked him too. 

The conversation of sex had come up before in the near year you two had been dating, but Kirishima had always managed to dodge past it expertly. You talked about your experiences before with your boyfriends - often about how they moved too quick for you and rarely ever made you cum on your own. It made you take initiative in bed and seek your own pleasure - easily telling Kirishima that you had masturbation habits and things that you needed to take care of. That you would like to experience something solid with someone before you died, giving a hearty laugh at Kirishima's blush. 

Kirishima wanted to be gentlemanly so badly it was ruining his life and his chances of getting laid. 

It wasn’t like you hadn’t initiated before. You tried a couple times - never got any further than grinding and a little honest dry-humping. But Kirishima never let it go past that, always excusing himself to the bathroom while you waited before coming back and going back to cuddling and kissing. At first, it frustrated you. The never ending ache in your core that wouldn’t go away until you were alone in your room - picturing your stupidly perfect boyfriend fucking the daylights out of you with some toy in your hand. 

Kirishima was almost flawless as a boyfriend. Not because he was a gentleman but because he was genuinely just thoughtful, without all the bells and whistles. He was kind, caring, and always made you feel included. A necessary fixture in his life just as much as he was in yours. Even in his flaws, mostly insecurity and troubles communicating - were things that he would work to improve on. Kirishima never stopped putting in effort and that’s what had you falling hardest. 

And that had you wanting to jump on his bones and fuck the shit out of him, but that’s neither here nor there. 

You weren’t willing to let Kirishima’s disinterest in having sex make you break up with him. It wasn’t ideal, but you could wait. You’d wait forever for someone like him, especially considering the fact that above all else - Kirishima never made you feel unwanted. He made you feel other things, without sex. Beautiful, confident, and happy. You were an adult - if it was such a big problem you’d communicate it to him. Sure, you’d prefer to be having sex with him but you could wait if that’s what he wanted. 

At some point, you didn’t continue initiating and just let things be. Cuddles and kisses and other love-dovey stuff like that still took place and you were happy with it and with the way things were. 

However, in Kirishima's case, he was only suffering as the days passed. Kirishima is a healthy man with a high libido and an insane amount of attraction to you. He’d gone and made himself some kind of priest - giving himself blue balls whenever he was around you for more than two fucking seconds. At this rate he was gonna die for sure, because you are absolutely mesmerizing to him and he couldn’t even be near you for more than a few hours without his resolve crumbling to absolute bits. 

It’s honestly unlike him to be so..needy? Unbearable? Something like that. Kirishima is always so good about waiting until people are ready. He’s good at being patient. Except about you, the person he cherishes most, and needs more than anyone in the world. Yeah with you… not so much. 

With you, too much close proximity when you’re alone together in his apartment makes him feel shaky as all hell. Resolve melting under your gaze like cotton candy in his mouth, surrounded by a sticky sweetness that belongs to you and only you. It drives him mad, so much so that he tries his best to make sure you go home before it destroys him completely. Stroking his dick in the shower near seconds after he’s made sure you’re gone. 

It’s only natural that you’d assumed he doesn’t like having you in his space, really. He almost wishes that were true. 

He heaves a deep sigh at his thoughts, rubbing his face with one hand as he looks over to you. He isn’t sure when exactly you fell asleep. but can’t help but coo at you a little bit. He kisses your head, stirring you awake as he unwraps himself from around you. 

“Hey princess,” he sighs, nudging you awake. He watches as your eyes flutter open, sitting up and rubbing them tiredly before yawning. 

“Huh? I fell asleep,” you mumble. Kirishima chuckles at that, pinching your side with a smile. 

“Mm, yeah you did. You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch,” he assures, kissing your temple. You frown, shaking your head. 

“No way. I’m a guest. Plus, if it was okay - I thought we could cuddle asleep,” you trail off, looking embarrassedly elsewhere. Kirishima softens, wanting to say yes to your request. He knows he can’t so he sighs. 

“Sorry baby, I just,”

You put your hands up shaking your head - trying your damnedest to mask your visible disappointment. It makes his heartache, especially because you were trying so hard to pretend it wasn’t bothering you when it clearly was. It’s disheartening. 

“It’s fine - you don’t have to explain. I don't wanna make you uncomfy but in exchange, I’m taking the couch,” you say with faux sternness, poking his chest. Kirishima looks down to see chipped polish. For a moment,  a warm feeling spreads in him. He finds everything about you so precious - that was the damn problem. Chipped nails, fuzzy legs, wet hair and all - Kirishima is so fucking into you.  

“‘m sorry,” he says again. You shake your head, leaning forward and kissing his forehead. 

“I’m not mad, Kiri. We can take it at whatever pace is comfortable for you. I love you, you know,” you assure. 

“It’s not like that,” he mutters. 

“Then?,” 

A pause. He looks up at your face, unable to meet your eyes as he gives a shaky breath. He should just be honest, right? It’s not manly if he doesn’t tell you how he feels and keeps making you upset - not manly at all. He shuts his eyes, scratching his neck as he drops his head down. 

“I don’t know if I can.. control myself if we sleep in the same bed,” 

Without missing a beat, you reply. 

“Why would you have too?,” 

Kirishima chokes. Visible panic arises in his expression as his eyes shoot open, falling upon you while resting your chin on your knees, pulled to your chest. You’re not even.. reacting. Your brows are furrowed in honest confusion and Kirishima is convinced you don’t understand. He splutters, blinking rapidly. You bite back a smile and laugh. Kirishima was really one of a kind. 

“Wh-what? I’m talking about… you know..,” he says, gesturing vaguely. This time you can’t contain yourself. You raise your brow. 

“About having sex right?,” 

He freezes. 

“Well yeah. I didn’t wanna… pressure you and be super unmanly. I wanted to wait and be a gentleman you know,” 

You soften, cooing internally at the nerves in his expression. Deciding to reel back from teasing him, you give him a warm smile and chuckle. 

“And I appreciate that. I do. But, if it wasn’t clear already it’s me trying to have sex all the time so that doesn’t make much sense,” 

“All the time?,” 

You laugh hard at that, nodding. 

“All the time. I have a super hot, strong, and very manly boyfriend - what else would I do in my freetime. Surely you don’t think I haven’t taken care of myself,” 

“Taking..care of yourself,” 

Oh god. Could you mean..? 

“It’s a little embarrassing to say out loud but yeah. I get off to the thought of you. Of being with you. I just like you so much it’s hard to think of other things even if I try too,” you admit sheepishly. 

It was true. Kirishima just had that effect on you. It wasn’t something you would do normally. Probably not even something you would tell him, given any other circumstance. Kirishima was large, strong, with incredible endurance and he was sweet. Even if you were to watch porn or try and think of someone nameless - it was him who lit that fire in you. Him him him, always.

Before Kirishima has a chance to overthink any further, you stand up and hold your hand out to him. He gives you a strange look as you grin. 

“C’mon. We’re gonna go.. sleep in the same bed,” 

Kirishimas never stood up faster in his life

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You fall back onto the bed with a soft thud, soft sheets comfortable against your bare legs. Kirishima swallows thick as he watches your body laid on the bed - hands trembling in anticipation. He can feel the blood rushed to his abdomen, cock twitching curiously. He feels hungry - appetite swollen when he lays his eyes on your smile. He tries for a moment to reason with himself a little more - looking almost desperately for reasons not to do it. 

He can’t find any, especially not what you peer up at him, leaning up on your elbows with a frown. 

“What’re you doing standing there?,” 

Kirishima approaches carefully, knee between your legs with his body caging you. Your arms wrap around his neck - slotting lips togethering feverishly. Not hesitating, you close the gap and press your body against his. A mix of tongue and teeth, with something underneath it. Something carnal about how Kirishima bites your bottom lip and tugs.  The softness of your chest is a pleasant contrast - an attractive contrast. Kirishima is all muscle everywhere but your body is soft, warm against his skin other than the hard peaks of your nipples that kept brushing against him. Kirishima hikes himself up, getting more into each kiss when he hears a soft mewl fall from your mouth from the friction. It makes him open his eyes, pulling away to meet your blown out pupils. 

A string of saliva is ever present, as your expression turns glassy. Hands running through the mans hair, you give him a cheeky grin. 

“Did you just..?,” 

“Mhm,” comes your reply. Easy. Simple. Kirishima feels his dick twitch hard against your thigh - a shiver running through him at your eagerness. His eyes drop down at the swollenness of your lips, a trail of blood just slightly spilling from your bottom one. He gasps, ready to call it quits when he notices your tongue swipe into your mouth - leaving your lips glossy and stained. 

You kiss him again, sloppily exchanging tongue until Kirishima forgets how to breathe once and for all. 

He whimpers. It sounds pathetic but your wicked grin in response to the sound makes him hang his head in your shoulder. 

“Fuck, I’m not being manly at all,” he huffs. You coo internally, running your fingers through his hair as you let him gather his bearings “I’ve been thinking about this for so long but I don’t even know what to do,” 

“Hey, Red - look at me for a second,” you hum. Kirishima does, feeling nervous as you bring him down to your face - noses his touch. Your breath is warm as it fans against his lips, tone low. 

“You can do whatever you want with me,” you hum, making sure your eyes meet his. The amount of desire directed at him leaves him feeling unsteady - heart pounding.

“Whatever?,” 

You nod, smiling ever so slightly. 

“I’m all yours. My body is all yours - so yeah. We can do whatever you want today,” 

Fuck. Fuck. He really isn’t sure where to go from here. He feels like a kid at a candy-store, overwhelmed by the possibilities standing before him that rot his teeth with sugar. You’ve always given him that kind of belly-ache, leaving him sick and aching but never quite being able to let go of the desire to indulge himself. To drown in the pleasure that’s you and Kirishima gets an idea. 

“Wanna taste you,” he says shortly. You’re surprised, not questioning his decision but curious about it all the same. 

“Did you want me to return the favor?,” 

He hadn’t even thought about it. 

“Not really? Is that weird?,” 

“I’m surprised. Another time, then Red,” 

Another time is a prospect that sends heat through Kirishima’s body. For a while he just stares at you - your body, your face. Desire creeps up his spine, wrapping itself around his entire figure. Breathing suddenly heavier, brain foggy, hands trembling. He reaches up underneath his t-shirt, hung loosely over your body to get a feel of your skin underneath. It’s soft to the touch, closing his eyes as he moves further north. Inch by inch, controlling himself with all of his will-power. 

Kirishima's brain urges him to devour you. He wants that, and he’ll give in eventually but Kirishima also wants to be satisfied. He wants to express the amount of wreckage being able to touch you like this causes inside of him - demonstrating all of his adoration and desire. He’d be a fool not to take advantage of the situation, his gorgeous girlfriend splayed out underneath him. Alone in his apartment, windows cracked - waiting for him like she had all these months. 

It’s day and night, how his hesitance becomes pure lust in the matter of moments. His large, strong hands hold your tits, squeezing firmly. A sharp sound leaves you, your eyes fluttering closed. The weight of Kirishima's hips manages to pin you in place and you’re not sure he realizes. He kisses you, hands never leaving your chest as he trails open mouthed kisses down your jaw - sucking hickies into the flesh of your neck. Sharp teeth make it easy - anymore pressure and he’d bite into your neck till it bleeds. You’re not sure you would mind, body growing sensitive at the exploratory touches. 

Every sound you make is gorgeous - fucking exhillarating. Small whimpers mixed in with soft sighs as Kirishima works his way down to your chest. He slowly pushes your shirt up, just over the peak of your tits, pausing to take you in when it’s bunched up underneath your arms. His eyes darken - visibly changed in expression in demeanor. If he wasn’t spreading you so widely with the sheer mass of his body, you’re sure you’d be pressing your thighs together. You clit throbs at the way he ogles you so much shamelessly. 

“So fuckin gorgeous, god,” he groans. He gets the rest of the shirt off, immediately ducking down again to kiss your body. Kirishimas mouth is inviting signaling sparks in places you didn’t know they could be. He kisses your shoulders, down your chest until he reaches your breasts again. He wraps his lips around pebbled nipples, running his tongue on them sloppily and sucking them into his mouth. His free hand twists the other one between thumb and forefingers, brushing softly to ease the aches. 

“Fuck, Ei,” 

Your mouth drops open in realization. You’ve callen him Eijriou on occasion, normally after some sort of sappy confession or other love drunk stupors late into the night. Not like this, never like this before. Something in Kirishima's brain goes haywire. 

“Say it again,” he grunts, teeth biting into the flesh of your tits. You whine lowly at the change in pace. Aggressive gropes and bites that cover you in wine-colored bruises, like flowers blooming under your skin. His knee presses lightly against your pelvis, brushing your swollen clit lightly. 

“God, Eijirou,” 

It makes Kirishima uncharacteristically animal. Maybe because you’re calling out for him and him alone. Your reactions are a result of your lust towards him and not just at the feeling. Excitement burns the air in Kirishimas lungs as he dips his head lower and lower. He kisses down your navel before nestling himself between your thighs. 

Unable to quell his curiosity, he places a tentative lick over your clothed pussy. He fills in the gaps with his tongue, watching how your hips grind down on his face at the sudden contact. He tries to be patient but can’t - nose bumping against the hood as he takes a deep inhale. You smell like him but also like you. He can feel how wet you are even through the thick lining of the boxers on your hips. 

His boxers on your hips. 

“You’re so wet baby and I’ve barely touched you,” he breathes against your. You whine in embarrassment as he kisses the wet-spot his mouth left. A teasing lilt dances across his face. 

“So fuckin’ messy, pretty girl. What’s got you all worked up, huh?,” 

The question isn’t rhetorical from what you can gather - rather Kirishima is testing you. Your body is relentlessly keening for Kirishimas attention and you’re not sure whether it’s because it’s been so long or because it’s him. Regardless, you whimper out for him. Give your body up to this Kirishima who seems to know exactly what he wants out of you. Clit throbbing, feeling  a little pitiful from how much your core aches. 

“You, Eijirou - please,” 

“Good girl,” he hums, pleased. The praise makes you moan, not even feeling shame as Kirishima chuckles throatily. Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he pulls down the boxers - sitting up as he slides them down your legs. He takes his own clothes off somewhere in process - tossing his shirt and pants to the floor and leaving his boxers on. He doesn’t miss your prying eyes, giving you a warm smile. 

“Like the view?,” 

You giggle, nodding. Kirishima laughs before he comes to kneel down between your legs again. You find yourself holding your breath as Kirishima gets eye-level with your sex. Gentlemanly as ever, he kisses your clit. You shiver, lifting your hips trying to get him where you so desperately need. Kirishima is quick to catch on and indulge you. 

Dragging his tongue around your slit - Kirishima experimentally lays his tongue along your clit. A moan is drawn out of you so easily, you can’t keep up. You feel his large hands spread your legs apart, holding your thighs down - fingers digging into the flesh hard. You feel exposed, throwing an arm to cover your face. You feel Kirishima pause in his ministrations. 

“Hey now, baby,” he tsks “I wanna see you, why’re ya coverin’ up,” 

“I don’t know,” you whine “It feels more embarrassing cause it’s you and I don’t know what to do with my hands” 

Kirishima bites back a smile, taking your hands and guiding your hands to his hair. You experimentally tug at the, soft enough that he can barely feel it. His hands run down your sides, going back to the position they were in before. Your face is flushed, chest heaving in anticipation. 

“Keep your eyes on me, okay? Don’t wanna see your eyes flutter closed unless your ‘bout to cum,” Kirishima murmurs. You shiver, nodding obediently as he finally, finally latches his tongue onto your clit. He lays it flat, smiling as he feels your fingers tighten - chewing your lip. Your eyes feel heavy as you watch Kirishima go down on you so expertly.  

“O-Oh,” you whine. Kirishima is careful not to accidentally activate his quirk as he latches around your clit. He draws his eyes up, meeting your gaze in a cloud of desire. Your core throbs in his mouth, watching the way he watches you. His mouth feels so hot against you, the wet heat and pressure of his tongue makes hazy pleasure thrum inside of you. Your hole flutters when he hits just the right spot. A quick learner, Kirishima takes mental note of what things make you tick. 

He finds a spot that makes you cry out and abuses it relentlessly. Tonguing it wth the perfect amount of force and with the perfect amount of rhythm, You rarely cum just from this but Kirishima is too good, too skilled. The tension in your belly and the heat licking at your calves has your head feeling heavy on your shoulders. It feels incredible - every single nerve standing on end. Your body never gets ahold on the pleasure, senses suffocated by him. The rough calluses on his hands, the burning hot pleasure of his tongue on your clit, the smell of body wash and bedsheets and him,  crimson eyes looking dead at you with such intensity. 

Your fist orgasm barrels through you, knees buckling - tension in your trembling thighs and Kirishima pries them open. It hits you hard enough that your lungs barely have enough  to warn him

“Eijirou, Eijiriou, Eijirou - f-fuck,  ngh,” you whine “I’m gonna cum, Ei, I’m gonna -,” 

Your orgasm rips through you, back arching, toes curling, pure pleasure crashing into you as you come completely undone. Kirishima tongue overstimulates through your first, letting go of your legs as you crush his head between your thighs, riding out his tongue until you can’t take anymore. 

“God, oh my god - fuck,” 

Kirishima tongue dives between your folds, groaning as he feels your cum coat his tongue - still not having finished your high. You’re pulsating - entirely undone and squishing Kirishima's face with force. He won’t move until he’s satiated, tongue diving into you fluttering hole curiously and curling. 

“Ei, please - can’t take it,” 

“Sorry princess - you just taste so fuckin’ good,” he gives you look, drunken and hazy. He rests his cheek against your thigh, allowing you to catch your breath, nipping at your skin with his teeth. You don’t get long before Kirishimas desire bubbles again. 

“You can give me another one like this can’t you? I know you can, pretty girl,” he hums. Before you get a chance to answer, Kirishima is securing his mouth around your hypersensitive clit - this time sucking softly - flicking his tongue right underneath. Grinning as you choke out a moan - he drags his fingers to your entrance. 

“Shit,” your hips shoot up as Kirishima's thick fingers protrude without warning. His are so much bigger than yours - clamping down on them from the added pleasure of your mouth. Your vision is so blurry. Completely lost in his touch, your body spasms uncontrollably. Whining helplessly as Kirishima forces another mind-numbing orgasm out of you. His fingers grinding right against your g-spot.

“Gonna give me another beautiful? I know you’ve got in you - go on. Make a mess of my fingers baby, ‘m all yours,” 

Kirishimas encouragement makes you cum almost instantly - not missing the light groan in his throat as your fingers practically lock him as you cum. Feeling the way cum gets displaced as he fingers you through your second one of the night. You’re blind-sided, breath snatched out of your lungs by the powerful orgasm. 

“There you go baby, good girl. So good for me,”

Kirishima draws his finger to his mouth, cleaning them off before he moves up to lay next to you. He immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest - facing each other. HIs hands travel down to your ass, squeezing the flesh between strong fingers. You can feel how hard he is through his boxers - dick pressed beautifully against swollen clit. You whine, rubbing your hips against him as KIrishima gives you a contented sigh. 

“I love you so much,” Kirishima hums, pulling back. The level of devotion in his eyes almost makes it seem like he didn’t make you cum twice - so hard that you’re still feeling in and borderline consecutively. You can’t help but laugh, dropping your head on his shoulder. 

“I love you too, you big dummy,” 

“I should go get condoms,” Kirirshima sighs, readying himself to go. 

You wrap your arms around him tightly, making him lay back down. He gives you a look - followed by a sharp gasp as he sees your hands reach down. You pull his boxers down past his hips, gripping his cock and pumping it eagerly. You smile as you see him throw his head back, groaning. You spit into one of your hands before continuing. 

“‘m on birth control,” 

“But -,” 

“Do you wanna wear a condom?,” you ask innocently. You blink your eyes up at him a few times - and Kirishima eyes flash with the images of just how fucking wet you are right then and there. A shiver runs up his spine as he sighs in defeat. 

“No,” 

“Your cock is so fucking big, Ei,”  you mumble, lip trembling. You can barely get both hands around it, thick and weighty against your stomach. Kirishima chuckles at that but it’s a sigh for him too - to see how big he looks in comparison to you and your hands. He watches your expression as you look at with awe, mouth practically watering. It gives KIrishima a necessary boost of confidence. 

“You want me to fuck you with it, baby? Gonna beg me for it,” 

To Kirishimas surprises you whine, moving your arms to wrap around his neck. You grind yourself down on his length, pussy already split in half. Clit rubbing against the head of his cock, making it shine with slick. 

“Please, please - need you,” you babble. Kirishima kisses your forehead but doesn’t give up on teasing you - large hands wrapped around your thighs. He sets the pace for grinding. Kirishima moans shamelessly in your eyes, sending waves of arousal through you making you feel like your on pins and needles. The lust is burning in you, making you tremble - shameful at how wet you are. 

“You need me? Is it bad pretty girl?,” Kirishima coos. It’s not a taunt, but it’s teasing. 

“Yes,” you whine helplessly. 

“Where do you need me, princess? Can you tell me with your words?,” 

“Inside, need your dick inside - pretty please,”  

“Good girl,” 

You can feel the tip of Kirishima's cock press against you. A whimper leaves your lips as you get closer to him - a burning stretch forming between your legs, Kirishima is kissing your shoulders, whispering sweet nothings into your neck as he tries his damndest not to ram his cock into you. It doesn’t do much to soothe the delicious burn in your legs, wrapped around Kirishima strong ones as you hug him close to you. 

“Fuck, Ei - you’re huge,” you moan. Kirishima chuckles throatily, nipping at your neck as he continues. It feels like it’s never gonna end, your cunt naturally fluttering around him. You can feel just how snug the fit is, even with Kirishima's prep and two orgasms deep. The pain mixes so sweetly with the pleasure. You keep whimpering as it fills you up inch by agonizing inch - unconsciously rocking your hips. You feel the hard muscles of his pelvis against your clit. Bodies completely wrapped against each other.

“Pretty little pussy so fucking tight for me, sweet girl,” Kirishima grunts “Half-way there,” 

Half? 

Kirishima keeps going, holding you close as you feel his hard cock drag along your walls. You feel so fucking good around - gripping him life vice like you never want him to leave. You're tight, wet, and so damn hot inside - it makes KIrishima's breath catch in his throat. Especially when you claw at his back - moaning loud. 

“Move - Kiri, please,” 

Kirishima loses his restraint as if he never had it. Digging into your hips - he thrusts himself deep into your tight cunt. Kirishima is strong just as he is broad - he pounds you so deeply and so easily. The sound of your pussy getting smashed into his navel as he fucks you from the side, holding your leg up as he dick nearly splits you in two. The thrusts are far from shallow, so deep you can feel it in your stomach. You feel so full like you’re latched onto Kirishima, at the mercy of his cock as he fucks you like a rag doll. 

Whats excruciating is that Kirishima clearly doesn’t mean to be going so hard, the way his eyes are rolled back into his head. Panting your name over and over mixed in with breathy i love yous - he’s just so muscular. So strong and so much bigger than you that your entire body is overshadowed by the broadness in his shoulders. You collapse into ito his chest, unable to keep up with the pace but still fucking him back. He’s fucking you like he needs you too, not holding back. 

“So gorgeous baby, just for me. All mine right? This pussy is all mine isn’t it?,” Kirishima grunts. 

“Aah, aah - fuck, yes it’s yours Eiji,” your voice is raw from how much you’ve been screaming for him. Each harsh thrust forces another sound out of your mouth as Kirishima rearranges your insides with intensity. 

You feel a familiar pressure build in your gut as Kirishima fucks you. You recognize the impending orgasm, biting Kirishima's shoulder as you try not to scream at the feeling. Kirishima knocking against your g-spot mixed with the familiar feeling of fullness makes your body ache as he brings you down on his dick over and over. 

“Mmph - fu-fuck, I’m gonna c-cum again, fuck,” you cry brokenly into Kirishima shoulders, eyes getting wet from sheer pleasure. Eijirous moans deep from in his chest. 

“Cum all over this dick baby - be a good girl for me. So fuckin’ sweet,” 

Your entire body gives out on your third orgasm. You feel yourself cream all over Kirishima's cock, unable to move as you whine out-loud. Your legs wrap around him so tightly, even as he keeps thrusting deep into you. The sound of him fucking your own cum into you is so overwhelming you don’t know what to do with yourself, left whimpering. 

“My perfect girl and her pretty pussy. Gonna cum soon, baby - hold on okay,” 

Kirishima's thrust grow sloppy but never less powerful. The sound of skin on skin drowns out any of your incoherent babbles but your voice right next to Kirishima's ear has him so close and on edge. 

“Need it inside. Want you to cum inside me so bad,” you whine. Kirishima damn near growls, cursing under his breath. 

“Yeah? Want me to cum inside you pretty girl?  Want me to fuck you full of cum and make you all messy? Fuck yeah,” 

With a few final thrusts, Kirishima pours hot-white into you - chest rumbling as he moans. You both take a minute to catch your breath, smiling dazedly as Kirishima grows soft inside you but doesn’t pull out. 

For a moment, both of you cherish the post sex glow with heavy eyes. Hair still kind of wet, bodies sweaty, definitely needing another shower. When you pry your eyes open, Kirishima is staring at you lovingly. Eyes droopy from exhaustion, he wraps you up in his arms and kisses all over your face. 

“Someones in a good mood,” you comment sleepily. Kirishima hums, throat hoarse. 

“I love you a lot,” he says back. You can’t help but grin. 

“Love you too, baby. Am I finally allowed to sleep at your place?,” you ask. Kirishima chuckles, pretending to be deep in thought. 

“Hmm. I dunno, you gotta convince me more I think,” he jokes. You take the opportunity to lean up next to his ear, whispering. 

“I can take care of your morning wood if you let me,” 

Kirishima blushes to the tips of his ears as you fall out into a fit of laughs.