#Eijiro X Reader

[strawberry-nugget]

I'm back with more delicious Situationship! Kirishima smut. This time you do it on Bakugo's couch in the middle of the day. As always this is in universe as most of my Kirishima fics/ drabbles

Pairing: Kirishima x fem!reader

Tags // Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, smut, p in v sex, making it fit, Kirishima has a big dick like always, fingering (f! receiving) Kirishima talking us through it, praise, creampies, unprotected sex. All characters are 20+

Would a normal person consider it acceptable to be filled to the brim—eyes stinging with tears—while riding their situationship’s out-of-this-world dick, straddled in his lap on his best friend’s couch?

No. Obviously not.

Would you?

...Apparently, yes. Very much yes.

You and Eijiro have been house- and dog-sitting for Bakugo and his girlfriend while they take a rare vacation to the Okinawa Islands—much-needed time off, according to the frantic way she packed. With no one else available, you both volunteered. It’s been uneventful, sweet, even. You’ve spent your days feeding their excitable corgi, Ichigo, who’s now fast asleep in the bedroom, and your nights curled up on their couch with whatever’s on TV and a juice box each, pretending things between you are casual.

And casual they would be, had you been napping. You definitely should be napping.

The original plan was to go for a run with Ichigo tonight, so a nap should have been crucial to save some energy.

But Eijiro is a menace – especially when you’re watching a movie with anything sexual in it. Everything riles him up normally, even watching two people kiss on the big screen, but the movie you’re watching now has the longest sex scene you’ve ever seen in cinematic history and frankly? You’d be lying if you said you aren’t a little horny too just by watching. And so, dazed by the soft heat of mid June and the sun shining a little too warm through the white curtains, you don’t mind how Eijiro’s pointer finger is rubbing firm, absentminded circles on your clit.

A second ago, his palm had been resting innocently on your thigh—warm, wide, calloused—until it wasn’t. Until his fingers started drawing soft shapes just under the hem of your loose and flimsy pajama shorts. Until you leaned into him with a knowing little sigh, and he grinned against your temple like the world’s most patient sinner.

That’s how it always starts.

You think you’re stronger than this. Think you can just finish the movie, giggle through the tension, maybe tease him later when you’re both tucked under the sheets in Bakugo’s impossibly clean guest bedroom. Like this would be the most considerate thing to do in your situation.

But then his voice drops, barely above a whisper, finger still firmly teasing over your clit.

“You want it, don’t you?”

Eijiro says it, but in that cocky, performative way. He says it like he already knows. Like he’s seen the flush bloom across your chest before you even realize it’s there, just when a gasp shakes deeply in your bones.

Your breath stutters. He feels it—where your back brushes his chest, where your thighs twitch in his lap, where your slick is already soaking through the stupid thin fabric between you.

“You’re already throbbing,” he says, not to tease, but to marvel. Like he’s genuinely in awe of how fast you give in for him. How easy it is to break you open with just one finger and a quiet voice. “Haven’t even kissed you yet, baby.”

He turns his head, presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your jaw. It lingers. Like he’s thinking about how far he can take this without ever moving you from your spot on the couch. And you’re thinking about how far you’ll let him.

The movie is still rolling behind your half-lidded eyes, soft piano music bleeding into the room. You feel far away from it. Far away from everything except his fingers on your clit and the warm noon sun, licking at your skin past the soft hum of the A/C.

You let your legs fall wider on instinct. Let the back of your head drop against Eijiro’s collar bones as your hips tilt forward, wordlessly chasing more friction. And Eijiro—sweet, depraved Eijiro—just hums like it’s the greatest compliment you could’ve given him.

"Want me to touch you properly?"

You nod, already dizzy.

But he taps your thigh once with his free hand, cocking an eyebrow. Voice ever so quiet when he says: "Use your words, pretty."

Gosh. He always makes you ask for it. Makes you give it to him sweet and slow and whole—even when you’re dripping and needy and about to cry from how bad you want him.

“Please,” you whisper, voice barely hanging on. “I need you.”

He grins like that’s what he’s been waiting to hear. Pulls his hand back just long enough to shove your shorts to the side, fingers dragging your soaked panties with them. They don’t make it far. He wants you messy. Bare. Right where he can watch you lose it for him.

He hisses, like clothes hurt him as he tries to tilt you with his hips, clothed cock bulging in his basketball shorts underneath you. His fingers trace across your soaked slit, catching some sleek from your entrance and bringing it to your clit, flicking it with the tips of his fingers in a tentative ticking motion. You shudder in response, past the moan he lets out in the crook of your neck, followed by a tender peck of his lips on your skin.

Then he slides one finger in at once, easy and slow, and you cry out, half-muffled by the way your head falls against his shoulder.

“God, look at you,” he mutters, voice breathy, reverent. “Already so fucking wet. Fuck.”

He fucks his finger into you, slowly, his bulky thumb rubbing parallels on your clit. It’s not even rough, not at all. It’s quiet, controlled, the only messy thing about it is how his thumb is trying to push back the hood of your clit to get that reaction he knows too well that he can draw out.

When he does so, your spongy walls tighten around him, gushing a new wave of sleekness. Eijiro is so content with how messy this is. His eyes are dazzed, star crossed and all he can actually think about is how messy your pussy lips feel on his fingers as he’s touching you, rubbing you, stirring your insides up.

Honestly, he could just cum on the spot by just the thought of it, but he reminds himself he needs to prep you, and if you come now, then it’ll just be easier for him to slide inside you.

It doesn’t help that the two of you barely have sex– he’s too scared that he’s going to hurt you just by his size and it takes you ages to let loose around him and enjoy yourself. He wishes things were different and that he and you could both change, but this isn’t a notion for this exact moment. He’s not a buzzkill. 

“Can i add one more?” he hums against your neck and you shriek

“it’ll hurt!” you admit, but then you feel his dick throbbing against your lower back and you’re reminded of what’s to come if you’re not preped enough “k-kay Eijiro, just- just do it slow, please”

“of course” he says, kissing the skin under your ear “i would never hurt you, sweetness”

He means it. You know he does. It’s stitched into the way he moves—careful and slow, like your body is some sacred thing he’s been entrusted with, like every slick sound between your legs is a hymn only he gets to hear.

So when he eases the second finger in, slow and steady, watching from above at your face for every flicker of discomfort, you grip onto his arms like you’re holding on for dear life.

"That’s it," he whispers, like he’s coaxing you through a dream. His bicep flexes under your palm as he adjusts the angle of his wrist, sliding in deeper. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Feels okay?”

You nod. Your breath catches. Your hips twitch in his lap as he starts to move again—really move now—scissoring his fingers just enough to stretch you open while his thumb circles your clit in slow, aching spirals. Your hips are locking, jerking forward and up and he’s doing his best to keep up with your twitching.

"F-fuck—Eiji—"

He presses his forehead to yours from your side, lips parted like he wants to swallow every sound you make. “I know, I know. Just a little more, okay? You’re so tight, so fucking good—gonna take me so well, I promise.”

You whimper, helpless against the building heat, the fullness, the feeling of him working you open like you’re something precious. It’s not just arousal—it’s intimacy so thick you can’t breathe through it. The weight of being wanted like this, known like this. 

And oh– the absolutely squelching sounds your cunt makes every time he scissors his fingers. You’re so unrealistically wet and only he can bring that out of you. 

Eijiro groans softly when you clench again, when you gasp and rock your hips down, chasing something you can’t name yet.

“That's it,” he murmurs, voice low and breaking. “Get me all messy. Want you to cum on my fingers. You need it, right, sweetheart? Wanna feel good for me?”

You nod too quickly, voice caught in your throat. The raspiness in his voice is doing bad, horrible things to you. Your stomach is tied into a knot, your lower abdomen burns, your back is adorned with painful shivers.

His fingers speed up—not rough, never rough, just deeper, firmer, more sure of you. And you swear your soul leaves your body when he shifts his thumb again, just the tiniest adjustment, right over that soft, aching spot that makes you keen.

“If you give me one right now i’ll slide in easier babe”

You grind down onto his lap without thinking, chasing it, overwhelmed, lost in it. His fingers curl deep inside you, finding the spot he knows by muscle memory, and your vision goes white around the edges.

“Eijiro—!”

“There you go,” he pants, his own hips twitching beneath you. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Fuckin’ let go, let me feel it—”

Your body shakes.

It hits you hard—flooding you in heat, crashing through you in waves—and you moan like it’s being torn out of your chest, nails digging into his arms, then his thighs, eyes fluttering shut as you soak his hand with your release.

Eijiro is still whispering praise, still holding you through it, even as you slump forward against him, boneless and burning. Underneath you, his cock twitches so violently it makes your stomach flip.

And the worst part? The part that makes your chest ache?

He’s talked you through such an intense orgasm and you haven’t even kissed yet.

In desperate need for each other's lips, you try to shift positions, while clothes fly everywhere– You don’t even think about the angry Bakugo who’s going to find your bra underneath the couch days later when he cleans up. No. You lurch onto Kirishma, shirtless now, after getting him out of his underwear too, wrapping your arms around his neck, straddling his lap and stopping just before his face.

Your lips brush. So tenderly, like a harsh kiss could ruin this moment.

You shift in his lap, heart thudding too hard in your chest to ignore. The space between your bodies is next to nothing now, flushed skin against skin, the tips of your breasts brushing his chest as you wrap your arms around his neck. You’re still panting, still slick and twitching from your orgasm, but the need hasn’t gone anywhere—it’s changed shape, deepened, thickened, curled low in your stomach like a second heartbeat.

Eijiro’s hands settle on your hips, big and reverent, grounding you. His thumbs stroke soothing circles into the soft parts of your waist as his eyes search yours.

“Are you sure?” he asks again, voice gentled by nerves and restraint. “We don’t—have to. I know how hard it is for you sometimes.”

You lean forward until your forehead presses against his. Your lashes flutter. “I want you.”

“But—”

“I want all of you,” you whisper, mouth barely moving, breath caught on the words. “Just go slow. Please.”

And that’s all it takes.

He lifts you slightly, just enough to grab himself—his cock flushed and heavy, leaking at the tip, and so thick it almost makes you hesitate. You’ve seen it before. Felt it. Tasted it. But nothing ever prepares you for the moment he tries to fit inside you.

Especially not like this—raw and tender and trembling in his lap, with your bodies strung so tight you might snap.

“Okay, baby,” he murmurs, lining himself up. “Gonna take care of you. Just—breathe.”

And you do. You hold your breath as the head presses against your entrance, and you swear you can already feel the resistance—how tight you are, how your body has to make room for him.

He pushes forward, barely a nudge, and you gasp—your whole body tensing as the stretch sears up your spine.

“Just the tip for now” he says “tell me when to move”

You grunt in response, crazed out from the initial stretch and the thought that your hips have nowhere to go but against him. Still you wiggle your ass just a tad, enough for his tip to stir inside you slightly. It’s still too much though.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, coaxing you through it like it’s a dream he doesn’t want to end. His thumb circles your clit now in slow, aching spirals while his cock works you open. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Feels okay?”

You nod, chest rising sharply. Your hips twitch in his lap as he keeps moving, each motion careful but deliberate—controlled strength, the kind that leaves you aching and open.

“Eijiro,” you whisper, unsure if it’s a plea or a warning. Your body is slick and ready, but your mind can’t fathom how he’ll fit.

He slows his touch, gaze dark and full of heat and worry. “We don’t have to. Not if it hurts, baby.”

But you shake your head and pull him in, peck his lips just once as you pull off of him. “I want you. Just—slow. Please.”

His breath stutters. “Okay, okay. I’ll take care of you. Promise.”

You lift your hips as he lines himself up again—gripping the base of his cock and rubbing the head against your entrance, collecting your slick. And then he nudges forward—barely—and your whole body tightens around him, breath caught in your throat.

“Shit,” he groans, voice strained. “You’re so tight. So fuckin’ wet—god, I can feel how hard you came.”

You whimper, forehead against his, trembling with every slow, shallow push. This time it’s halfway in.

“It’s okay,” he breathes, voice shaking. “You’re doing so good—so good. You’re just—fuck, you’re so tight around me—”

Your nails dig into his shoulder blades. Your legs tremble and shake on either side of his hips. Inch by slow inch, he works himself in, pausing every time your breath catches, every time you flinch, every time you whimper against the side of his neck.

It’s excruciatingly slow. Hot. Full. A pressure that borders on pain but flirts dangerously with pleasure, makes your thighs quake and your lashes flutter and your cunt flutter around him.

“Almost there,” he says, groaning low in his throat like it physically hurts to hold back. “You’re doing so fucking good for me, baby. Just—little more, yeah? You can take it. I’ve got you.”

Your jaw slackens, and a soft whimper escapes you. The sensation of him inside you feels unreal.

“I know,” he whispers, brushing a kiss against your cheekbone. “You’re doing so good. Let me in, baby, nice and slow…”

It’s overwhelming. The stretch is deep, relentless, and hot—like you’re being split open with care, molded around him inch by inch. You cling tighter to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you rock your hips ever so slightly to help ease the burn. It stings, but it’s a good sting—one that pulses in your lower belly, that tightens your thighs around him.

“I-It’s a lot,” you gasp, biting down on a moan. “You’re so—fuck, Eijiro—”

“I know, I know,” he pants, his own voice shaking as he watches your face. “Almost there. Just a little more. You’re taking me so well. Can i take it out one more time?”

Your breath catches. He’s still not fully inside. You can feel how thick he is, how much more there is to go, and it makes your cunt flutter around him, trying to suck him in even as your body struggles to stretch enough.

He grits his teeth. “Jesus, baby—you’re gripping me so tight.”

His hands tremble slightly as he shifts his hips forward, sliding in another inch—deeper, heavier—and your walls flutter again, clenching around him on instinct.

You sob a breath out, forehead pressed to his as your body adjusts. Your legs are shaking, your lower belly clenching, your cunt absolutely gushing around him. And the way he’s watching you—eyes wide, like you’re some miracle he doesn’t deserve—makes it even worse.

“Wanna kiss you,” you breathe, voice cracking. “Please…”

Eijiro groans, almost brokenly, and finally leans in—his mouth meets yours with a softness that contradicts how hard he’s pulsing inside you. It’s a kiss soaked in longing, open-mouthed and wet, tongues slow and searching. You moan into it, distracted from the ache of the stretch by the heat of his lips, the way he cups your face like he can’t believe you’re real.

Finally, true to his words, he pulls out again, his chest hitching as your slit still kisses his tip and lets your bodies tend to do the work. He slides back in with such whimsical ease, that a lamp forms in his throat. He wants you so bad. Like this, when the sun burns through cement jungles outside the window and white curtains bathe you in beige light.

Tears pool in your eyes from the stretch, from the feeling of being opened, from the way his cock presses deep and full and relentless against your soft, aching walls. Every vein and curve of him kisses your insides with no room for air to get trapped in.

You’re panting. He’s trembling. And for a long, aching second, you don’t move. You just exist like that—joined, stretched, holding each other through it.

Then his hands slide up your back. Gentle. “You okay?” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours, lips ghosting the corner of your mouth.

You nod—barely. “It’s big. You’re big. But it feels… good. Just full.”

“Too full?” he asks, lips brushing your jaw, voice low and thick with need and concern.

“No,” you whisper, “just… need a minute.”

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t thrust. Just holds you, lets you adjust. Kisses your temple. Rubs your back. Stares at you like he’s not inside you almost all the way to the hilt. Like he doesn’t secretly enjoy watching you split yourself open for him.

And when you finally roll your hips—just a little, just enough to feel that stretch anew—he groans like he’s being broken open too.

He captures your lips in a final act of aid and then—He finally bottoms out. 

When your hips meet his again, flush and he’s fully sheathed inside you—it feels like a victory. Like your body wasn’t made for anything else but this. But him. You feel him everywhere. Deep in your gut. In your throat. In your spine.

“Eiji” You pull back from the kiss, eyes dazed, and whisper, “You’re all the way in…”

His voice is a condescending  wreck. “Fuck, I know. Baby, you’re—holy shit—you’re so perfect.”

You don’t move at first. Neither does he. You just breathe into each other, foreheads pressed together, hearts thundering like the two of you have just survived something bigger than yourselves.

“You okay?” he whispers, lips brushing yours. “Can i move?”

You nod. Barely. “Yeah. It’s—so much. But I want it.”

That’s all he needs. His hand skims up your spine, grounding you, while his hips roll forward just enough for you to feel the shift of him inside. It’s a single inch, and it makes you gasp—tight, shaky, like the breath has been knocked from your lungs.

He stills immediately.

“Too much again?” he asks, voice low and thick with restraint.

“No,” you breathe. “Don’t stop.”

So he does it again. Another small roll of his hips, just enough to start a rhythm. The drag of him inside you—slow and steady—is intense, your cunt stretched to the limit around his girth. You can feel every inch, every vein, every twitch of him pulsing inside you.

Your arms wind tighter around his neck, legs locked at his waist, clinging to him like the pressure of his body is the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth.

“Fuck,” you whisper, forehead pressed against his temple now. “You’re so big, Eijiro… I can feel you everywhere—”

His head drops to your shoulder, and he groans, ragged and low. “God, you’re fucking perfect. Can’t believe I get to be inside you like this again.”

You hate how he says it, like he misses you all the time, like he’s going to change it, just by saying the words, but, fine– you’ll ignore the angsty burn in your chest for now. You literally have bigger things to focus on at this very moment.

It simply has been a while since the two of you did this, or since you had sex in general, but you tell yourself you’ll be fine, once the big stretch is done, you’ll fuck like there’s no tomorrow, here, in his arms, on Bakugo’s couch.

It's true, when he says he doesn’t want to hurt you, he means it—down to his bones. Every movement is reverent, careful. His thrusts are shallow at first, just enough to coax your body into accepting him. He doesn't want to hurt you. All he wants is to feel you open around him, get used to him, melt into him.

He kisses your neck again—softly, repeatedly—like his mouth is trying to tell your skin what the tender half thrusts of his cock can’t say out loud.

“Doing so good,” he murmurs. “So good for me, baby.”

You moan, softer now, a little less desperate—more surrendered. The pain starts to fade, replaced by something else—fullness that doesn't hurt but stretches you open in a way that makes your toes curl. That makes your eyes sting.

And when he finally pulls out just a little more, then pushes back in, deeper this time. Your walls flutter around him, wet and wanting, and your hips twitch down on instinct.

“Fuck, sweetheart—” he hisses through his teeth. “You’re gonna make me lose it if you do that again.”

You bite your lip and whimper, already aching for more, for him to move faster, harder. But he shakes his head, making you groan in disappointment when your request isn’t met with.

“Not yet,” he pants, kissing your shoulder, your jaw. “Let me take care of you. Wanna feel all of you first.”

He slows it back down—grinds into you with slow, heavy rolls of his hips that make your whole body quake, make your arms shake where they’re wrapped around him. Every thrust presses deep, presses true, filling you so thoroughly it aches somewhere high inside your stomach.

The air between you is hot, humid, thick with your mingled breaths, only broken by an occasional, coolingA/C breeze, and the wet sounds of your cunt taking him over and over. Skin slapping on sweaty skin.

Eijiro keeps mumbling something similar to ‘take it’, and even if it’s too slurred, too unclear and spoken against your skin, it makes your lower abdomen irk with lust, want.

You whimper something incoherent—maybe his name, maybe a plea—and his mouth finds yours again, this time more desperate, more hungry. He kisses you like he’s drowning in you, like he needs the taste of your mouth to survive the stretch of your body around his cock. You tighten around him again, and his hips jerk, falter. His breath stutters hard into your mouth.

“Baby,” he groans. “Don’t—don’t clench like that or I’m not gonna last…”

You whisper against his lips, drunk on the feel of him, “Don’t care. Want you to cum. Want to feel it.”

And the growl that rumbles from his chest feral and broken makes your whole body seize.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, hands gripping your waist now as he begins to thrust with a little more force, more need, more control over you, the drag and push of him still careful, but no longer just for your sake. It’s for his too. Because he’s so fucking close.

You feel so good around him, soft and hot and just perfect. Like every single ridge of your walls was made to accommodate him raw, just like this.

And he’s already unraveling, you can feel it in the way his rhythm falters. Just slightly, just enough to betray how close he is. His hands tremble on your hips, dragging you down to meet each thrust with growing desperation. You kiss him then and there, as he rocks you against him. A tender, too soft and feathery thing, that's no tongue and brashness, but all love and the unspoken fact of how well his lips fit against yours.

“God—fuck, baby, I can’t—” he gasps, burying his face in your neck again, to hide his blush. “You feel too good, I’m not gonna last…”

You roll your hips instinctively, chasing it now, grinding into him with wet, filthy little sounds between your bodies. 

“Then don’t,” you whisper, kissing the shell of his ear, voice all honey. “Wanna feel you cum inside me. Wanna be full of you Eiji…”

He lets out a strangled noise; somewhere between a sob and a moan and suddenly it’s all teeth and tongue, a frantic kiss, his lips crashing into yours as he thrusts deep, deeper, hips stuttering as your walls flutter and suck him in. You break the kiss with a cry, clinging to him like you’re falling.

“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—”

You clench around him, deliberately this time, pulsing tight and hot, and that’s all it takes. His whole body locks up, muscles taut as a bowstring, a raw, guttural groan ripped from his chest as he spills inside you. His hips jerk with each wave of it, and you feel it—thick, hot, endless—filling you, pulsing deep in your core.

It doesn’t stop there.

You whimper at the sensation, overstimulated already, and your own orgasm hits like a shiver down your spine—sharp, sudden, making your limbs tremble. Your nails dig into his back as your cunt clenches around him again and again, milking every drop. You’re not even sure who’s shaking more. 

For a long moment, neither of you speak.

Just breathing. Just trembling. His forehead against yours, sweat-slick skin sticking together, your walls still twitching around the softening heat of him.

He hasn't pulled out yet. He doesn’t move enough to make you horny and aching again.

Eijiro lets his arms cradle you close, by the waist like he’s afraid to speak his mind. And then, softly—brokenly—he takes the chance and whispers it.

“I missed you.”

The words fall against your mouth, barely there, but they land like a stone in your chest and fall into the pit of your stomach like a burning comet.

You don’t answer, you don’t know how. You just kiss him again. Slow. Deep. Tasting the ache on his tongue.

Because you missed him too. Even if you’ll never say it. Even if you two were only meant to house sit for Bakugo and his girlfriend for today.

“You didn’t come!” He says, more lighthearted this time, seeing you won’t respond to his previous statement. “Let me change that, want you to come on my cock”

By the way this takes place a year before the events of get him back!

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Dividers by @/enchanthings

[candiiee]

"see ya later bro."

denki falling to his knees, clutching his heart after you call him bro as you collect your clothes after you two fucked, knees wobbly.

"WDYM BRO??? DID THE LAST HOURS MEAN NOTHING TO YOU???"

Izuku's mouth falling open when you call him bro, looking like he was gonna cry.

"oh.. I thought we were more than that..did I not do a good job?" :(

Katsuki side eyeing you so hard when you call him bro.

"I was literally inside you. you don't get to call me bro. Matter of fact, let's do round two and let's see you call me 'bro' after it."

Eijiro deeply inhaled, obvious hurt on his face.

"usually if a friend called me bro, I'd think it's manly... this doesn't feel very manly.. considering we just fucked.."

Shoto blinks, not sure if he heard you right.

"bro..? I thought we were dating.. for the last few hours.. y'know, cause we just made love.."

[dollyichi]

JUST SHUT UP!

kirishima eijirou always talks you through it. maybe a bit too much. ᯓ★ 1.8k words. m—dni. f ! reader / established relationship / f!ngering / unprotected (don’t be like them!) / reader’s very impatient and a little mean / sappy in one bit / not proofread

eijirou who’s doing his best to ignore his own cock that’s all twitchy and needy. already leaking with so much pre his cute red boxers had a big damp spot that you unfortunately couldn’t see. you’re laying on your chest with your ass up for him. face buried into the pillows as you bite into the cushion every time his fingers teased your hole.

however, he’s so fucking talkative it’s pissing you off. “baby you touched yourself lots didn’t ya?” he says with a huff, angling his fingers to that sweet spot you like so much. you groan into the pillow, grasping on the sheets. “you’re so wet and soft you don’t even realize i have three fingers in.”

“h-hahh! kiri just put i-it in… f-fuck-” you’re so sure your mouth is covered in your own spit from how long he’s kept you in that position. kneading your ass with one hand, fucking your pussy with the other. his fingers always felt better than your own and anything you use on it but it’s never enough when he can just fuck you with his dick.

“you mad at me baby? you don’t call me kiri remember?”

wasting so much time, unnecessary riling you up when you’ve been ‘so good’ for him preparing yourself so he could just jump you when he came over but no, he’s taking his sweet, sweet time prepping and fingering you as he pleased.

“don’t bite the pillow baby, i wanna hear you.” it’s so condescending almost. leaning over, whispering in your ear while his fingers continue to reach further and further. “come on, tell me how much you like it, wanna hear you some more.” this was probably the third time he’s ever fucked you ever since you’ve been together. the first time was nice, the second time was even better. a week has gone by and he was just so occupied that you made yourself busy.

you’re sick of doing it all alone and even when you mewl and whine, telling him whatever he’s doing ‘isn’t necessary anymore’ he refuses and tells you “awe hold on a little more i gotta do this for you baby~ just wanna take care of you.” and you huff and squeal, hiding your face away because you’ve really had enough. “searched up on it so i can make you feel even better.”

you really wonder how he gathered so much confidence in just a week when the past two encounters were him acting all shy. but then again, he could say the same for you. suddenly pulling him in a kiss and turning around so he could finally hold and touch you… though less holding as you wished.

he’s touched you so much you’re more sensitive than ever. you’ve lost all strength in your hands while you knees start to shake. “fuck baby your pussy’s so naughty. even louder than that pretty mouth of yours.” you don’t even know if your eyes are rolling back cause you’re so overwhelmed or frustrated. “you’re taking s’damn long eiji…” you croaked out, trying to lower your hips so you could turn around but he gets grip on you.

“hah… wanna fuck you so bad.” you whimper, moving your hips against his fingers to get some type of release. “wanna do it like this baby? or you wanna see your boyfriend make a mess of you?”

“wan-want to see you… eiji… p-please?” you ask with tearful eyes, looking back at him while your mouth quivers. he immediately gives in when he sees the drool at the corner of your lips. he pulls out his fingers and it’s still so slow.

he turns you around with ease, laying you down properly. kissing you all over your face, moving your hair out of the way. “i’m sorry baby i teased you too much didn’t i?”

you click your tongue, “you’re a d-dummy.” he chuckles, bringing his hand to your face that’s covered in slick. “you looked so good i wanna eat you out.”

“i’ll kill you if you make me wait again.” you sneer.

he takes his cock out of his boxers, teasing them in between your folds while he sucked on his fingers. “hahh baby you taste so good.”

“bet you’re just gonna gush around my cock when i finally put it in.” you wished he just shut up. “look how easy my cocks gliding through, so damn wet.” god you really wanted to shut him up.

so you swat his hand away from his own cock, lining him up yourself and pushing slightly, already engulfing his tip inside. he’s already moaning when he gets the feel of your walls clamping around him. “n-no baby~ i didn’t get to put a condom!”

you’re wrapping your legs around his waist and he had no choice but to move. his inches getting further and further up inside. breathy moans escaped his lips cause you’re still so tight even when he fingered you longer this time.

when he’s fully in a whimper escape his lips. ducking his head at the side of your neck, staying still for just a little while because he was sure he was gonna cum right there. “s-shit… your pretty little cunt’s just so good for me baby. s’too good for me.” your wrap your hands around him. a hand rubbing the back of head. it was sweet, as if you were the one comforting him. but you never recalled caring even a little bit.

you move by yourself, bucking your hips upwards, making sure you feel all of him. “s-s’big eiji~” he hisses when he’s balls deep in. and you’re moaning so sweetly whenever his tip hit that extra special spot that only his cock can reach.

“hnghh no baby don’t move y-yet~ just wait a little bit-“ as if you were gonna listen to him like he refused you earlier. your grip on his is just so deliciously tight he’s really gathering whatever strength he has in his head to not cum. definitely not manly when his lover doesn’t cum first.

“please s-stop baby i’ll move okay? we’ll p-pace it out together.” and you don’t listen. again pathetically rutting up against him. but he stops you just in time with his hands on your hips. pushing it down while he tries to distract himself by the wallpaper you have in your room.

you groan in his ear, whispering how much you needed him. complaining about how much he teased you, how he’s wasting so much time. “eiji just fuck me.” god even your voice alone’s gonna make him cum.

eijirou takes a breath through his nose, proceeds to leave kisses at the sides of your head as he finally thrusts.

in and out, in and out. you’re already scratching at the skin of his back. “h-ahh you love this baby? w-when i- when i f-fuck you like this?”

you hum, knowing your voice would break if you even muster up a sentence. your eyes flutter when he angled his hips. he’s just so deep inside. “could do this forever you know? fucking into your pussy.”

“pretty baby say my name so i can fuck you e-even harder.” he grunts. breathy and short while he’s busying his mind. it was a week for him you know? a week without you—he didn’t think he’d be this reactive to you. “e-eiji~” it’s so adorable to think how you were acting all mean earlier. “mhm baby. gonna fuck you so well to make up for lost time.”

eijirou’s jaw clenches with every thrust, building up the momentum, hips rolling against your that has you weaker and weaker. the sounds of your sex all wet and gushing around the room while the creaks of the bed echoed. you were sure of it that if any of your next-door neighbors were at home they’d hear you both fucking like rabbits. he’s fucking into you so hard you’re almost worried that the headboard would snap in half.

“i love you so much baby.” he’s so damn cute. you couldn’t help but sniffle on his shoulder. burying your face at the crook of his neck while he continued to exclaim his affection.

you admit, your impatience was just a facade under all that sadness you built up over the week. one message a day, no calls, an empty bed space, a lonely dinner—you’ve missed him so much. touching yourself was even worse because all you could see when you close your eyes is your lover talking to you. finally in such a warm embrace you’re hearing him. but in your defense, he just talks to much (you don’t hate it though!)

just a few more thrusts you knew the tight knot in your tummy’s going to snap any second. the more frantic you’re grasping onto him the easier he knew just how close you were. “tell me how it feels baby~”

“i love it!” was all that got out of you. repeatedly in between soft screams and whines. sobbing underneath him while you’re waiting for your release. “th-think i’m gonna cum too baby.”

“k-kiss… together…” he smiles, cupping your face to kiss you. smashing your lips against each other.

hips start to stagger. thrusts getting sloppier, sounds getting wetter. you’re both moaning on each other’s tongues that you had to pull away, “hnnghh! cumming! eiji!”

“i’m here baby, i’m here, let it all out. cum for me- cum for me baby.” and it hits you, crying out while you pull him onto your chest, walls gushing and twitching around him who’s fucking you through your orgasm. “you’re so perfect fuck.” his breath hitches when you clench around him again. your eyes continued to flutter, still in your own high.

“just a little more okay?” you whimper, this time no longer able to respond verbally. letting him use you despite how much it’s overwhelming you, how you could feel your slick and his tip hitting with his every movement, how his skin turned sticky against your because of the sweat.

kirishima rolls his hips a little more before pulling out swiftly. pulling you in a kiss while he jerked himself off, “gonna- g-gonna cum baby.”

you’re getting all worked up again seeing him desperately jerking himself off. “you’re so sexy eiji.” was the last thing he heard before his cock squirting pretty thick white lines of his cum on your tummy.

he plops down beside you and you play with the cum on you, slowly scooping them up with two fingers, sucking them off on your mouth and eijirou watches you with a gulp.

teasingly you tell him, “awe eiji~ you taste so good.” returning the ‘favor’ from earlier. he’s put himself in a trap, all out in the open like this. you just had no choice but to eat him all up again, this time with his mouth shut.

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note : ohmygod writing this was like... i was in a trance. pls do not mind the minor mistakes it's like just typing one word after the other i just wanted to let this out!!!!! anyways i miss him so much actually can we please talk about him more >< also tried a gray theme for this one lmk if it’s nice ><

[xoxojisu]

unoffical bf kirishima PLEASE omg!!

stupidly playful pool day w/ unofficialbf!kirishima <3

you don’t remember how it started.

maybe you splashed him first. maybe he splashed you. doesn’t matter, because now you’re both drenched and grinning, eyes bright, cheeks flushed, ducking and weaving through the water like kids.

“truce!” you laugh, hands up, retreating toward the shallow end.

kiri follows you like always. “yeah? you surrendering?”

you nod, trying to bite back a grin. “absolutely. you win. congrats. you’re terrifying.”

“damn right.” he puffs his chest proudly, muscles gleaming, still grinning. and then, because he’s kiri, he adds, “but just so you know, i wasn’t really trying.”

you gasp, scandalized. “excuse me?!”

and you pounce.

you jump on him, mostly to dunk him, but he catches you instinctively, arms strong around your waist, laughing through it.

you try to wriggle out of his grip, but it’s no use. you’re completely at his mercy and he knows it. he leans in, nose almost brushing yours.

“you give up again?” he asks, teasingly.

your heart skips. “...maybe.”

“good answer.” and then he spins you. just to make you squeal. just to hear you laugh.

he sets you down gently after, but his hands linger. one at your waist. one at the back of your shoulder. you’re close. too close. you’re both breathing harder than you should be.

you blink up at him, soaked hair clinging to your cheeks.

“you, uh... good?” he asks, voice softer now.

you nod. “yeah. are you?”

he looks at you for a second too long. “...yeah.”

but neither of you move. neither of you break the eye contact. and everyone watching from the edge of the pool is mentally screaming.

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[angelx]

⟡ ݁₊ . Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!reader headcannons that have been killing me from the inside ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Handsy in the most wholesome way: Kirishima doesn’t even realize how much he loves touching you — hand on your waist while you’re brushing your teeth, arms wrapped around your shoulders while you cook, or just dragging you into his lap while gaming. His love language is touch and it shows. “What, babe? Just makin’ sure my girl’s still real. Gotta hold you for quality control.”

Always horny in the morning: He wakes up with morning wood and the audacity to grind against your thigh like he’s dreaming. You’ll open your eyes to his sleepy little smile and raspy voice like: “Mornin’, sunshine. You feelin’ this too or should I hit the shower solo?”

Obsessed with your thighs: Man’s a thigh maniac. He lays his head on them like a pillow, massages them when you’re watching TV, and definitely likes to bite them during makeout sessions. You sit on his lap in shorts and he's fighting demons. “You tryin’ to kill me, baby? Wearin’ those shorts like that... You got no mercy.”

Huge fan of showering together: He’ll suggest it under the guise of being “eco-friendly” but let’s be real — it’s just an excuse to soap you up and press his chest against your back. Kiri in a steamy bathroom? His hair down and voice low? You’re not making it out.

Gets flustered but loves when you're bold: You call him "daddy" as a joke? He short-circuits. You sit on his lap in public? He’s sweating. You whisper something dirty in his ear? Man’s blushing and grinning like it’s Christmas morning. But you know he’s into it. “Y-You can’t just say that, babe… now I gotta walk around with a damn hoodie in front of my pants.”

Ridiculously good at aftercare: Even if it’s just heavy makeout sessions, he’s wiping you down with a warm towel, getting you water, tucking you in, giving you forehead kisses, and calling you “his precious girl.” He takes care of you like you're made of glass.

Big on praising you… but also loves being praised: He calls you gorgeous, perfect, and strong like it’s your name. But if you tell him he’s handsome? Or strong? Or say something like “You feel so good”? He’s putty. Putty with a boner.

Turns into a needy little thing if you ignore him. Busy with homework? Working late? He’ll poke your cheek, kiss your neck, or send you pics of him pouting with captions like "Miss me yet? 🥺👉👈” until you cave.

Mutters the filthiest things in your ear when he's in the mood: Normally sunshine boy. But when he wants you? His voice drops an octave and he says stuff like: “If we weren’t out in public, I’d have you bent over the nearest surface by now.” “You’ve been teasing me all night. Get in the car. Now.”

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[socialobligation]

not a date, btw | e. kirishima

in which you and kirishima spend weeks fake-denying your way through very real feelings.

[cxosmicxo]

can you please write something with showing the mha boys our new piercings.. (such as tongues , eyebrows, or even belly button piercings 👀)

i just like piercings a lot.

piercings !!

♡ : i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, e. kirishima, d. kaminari, h. sero

☆ : gn!reader, a little bit of fem!reader but not really mentioned, fluff, crack, most of them don’t have the piercing mentioned so it’s up to you😜, denki's is painfully unfunny😬

✄ : you’re the absolute sweetest and support my stuff sm so so sorry this took forever im a huge procrastinator luv u😽😽

- in which the mha boys react to your new piercing !

[rueclfer]

AAAH since you like writing shitfaced MHA SMAUs could you please write them drunk and rambling how you should have given your first kiss to them, not to some other guy (or maybe someone we know), pre-relationship? THANK YOU POOKIE, and could you please include Kiri, Katsu and Denki?

hi bookie biscuit, you rlly do know how to cater to my interests HEHE ily thank u for knowing me so well!!!

it should've been me // smau

eijiro kirishima, katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari

[sakuraszn]

ft. timeskip eijiro kirishima + katsuki bakugo

summary: how they kiss you. [ here’s part 2 ]

Kirishima kisses you like he’s got something to prove—like he wants to make sure you feel just how much he wants you with every brush of his lips, every heated press of his body against yours.

It always starts slow, deliberate and careful (‘cause of his teeth) his hands framing your face as he tilts your chin up, eyes dark with anticipation. His lips meet yours, warm and soft at first, but the second you let out that little sigh—the one that tells him you’re melting for him—it’s over.

It’s never just a kiss with him; it’s an experience, one that leaves you breathless and burning in the best way

He groans against your lips, deepening the kiss, tongue sliding against yours in a way that sends heat curling in your stomach. His hands start to wander, gripping your waist, fingers pressing into your hips like he’s mapping out every inch of you. And then, just when you think you’ve got a grip on yourself, he does it—grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you effortlessly, pressing you against the nearest surface.

His body is firm between your legs, the sheer size of him overwhelming as his lips leave yours only to drag down your jaw, your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver. He chuckles, voice husky, warm breath fanning against your skin.

“Damn, you’re so responsive,” he murmurs, his fingers tightening on your thighs as he presses himself closer. “Drives me crazy, y’know that?”

And the worst part? He knows exactly what he’s doing—knows how easily he turns you into a mess beneath him. Because when he finally pulls back, lips swollen, pupils blown wide as he smirks at the way you’re clinging to him, he doesn’t move away. No, he stays right there, waiting, watching.

Daring you to beg for more.

There’s no such thing as a half-assed kiss from Katsuki Bakugou. He doesn’t do soft or slow, doesn’t ease into it like he’s got all the time in the world. No—when he kisses you, it’s all heat and urgency, like he’s starving and you’re the only thing that’ll satisfy him.

It’s messy, too. Sloppy in a way that should be uncoordinated, but somehow isn’t. His lips move against yours with a bruising hunger, tongue pushing past your lips, hot and insistent, like he needs to taste every inch of you. His hands grip tight, One fists in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp against him, while the other grips your waist, pulling you flush against him making sure you feel everything.

“Tch. Fuckin’ love how wrecked you get just from a kiss,” he mutters against your lips, voice thick with want, his breath fanning over your swollen mouth, “Bet you’d fall apart if I really got my hands on you.”

The way he looks at you—pupils blown, lips slick, chest rising and falling like he’s holding himself back—sends a needy pulse straight between your legs. He knows it, too, because his smirk turns downright wicked as he leans in again, this time slower, more deliberate.

“Yeah,” he breathes, his lips ghosting over yours, teasing but not quite touching, just to watch you squirm. “I like you like this. All needy. Desperate.”

Then, just to be an asshole, he pulls back entirely, running his thumb over your spit-slick bottom lip, eyes burning with heat as he watches you chase after him, breathless, frustrated.

“Say the word, baby,” he murmurs, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “And I’ll ruin you properly.”

Yeah, it always leaves you wanting more.

© sakuraszn! xoxo

[saikiswiss]

Hi, cutie!

I really love your MHA texts. Can you do a SMAU where the boys in class 1A are clingy, cheesy, and need attention? 💕 pls

CHEESY —༉‧₊˚.

syp; theyre missing you

m.list mha mlist

a/n; haii guys.. im sorry tokoyami fans i feel like if he were to date someone theyd most likely be the same as him so when hes missing you YOURE MISSING HIM

[mysicklove]

trying to convince your sub to dom you one time, just to watch how adorably flustered they get and overwhelmed within seconds. blink at them from beneath them, while dramatically crying out words they said to you in the past just to watch their face flush with embarrassment when they recognize them. their hands get all shaky, and you know that they just want to stop, to have you take the lead again, but they want to be good and listen to your request. so they give off shaky commands, "l-lay down....please?"

you have two different options in this situation, one, to listen to their commands, smiling at them the entire time to see how long they last without asking for help. or two, saying something along the lines of, "yeah? make me." just to see their facade crumble, clinging onto you immediately, and stammering out apologies, trying to get you to coo at them again. to finally take the lead again.

Tamaki Amajiki, Eijiro Kirishima, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Yuuta Okkotsu, Armin Arlert, Mitsuri Kanroji, Genya Shinazugawa, Toge Inumaki, Tanjiro Kamado, Seishiro Nagi

[with-my-calamitous-love]

i meant to finish this some time ago 😭 but anyway, back on my bodyguard rotting! special tag for @crushmeeren because i think i put this in ur inbox a while ago and never got around to it lol, anyway here it is. nsfw under divider, f! reader for that part 🤍🫧

bodyguard! eijiro, who has a smile just like sunshine. who has a dopey grin and the personality of a golden retriever. who, on paper, doesn’t sound like he’d be capable of even hurting a fly- until you see his rock hard muscles peaking through his shirt, or the jagged edges of his skin after activating his quirk. who, 90% of the time, is so sweet its tooth rotting. the other 10% of the time, he’s a nightmare to whoever threatens you.

bodyguard! eijiro, who genuinely loves his job. he’s level-headed and rational, able to solve most disputes with some talking or light physical action. who can’t complain, because after all, most of his day is being around a funny, beautiful person- so who cares if he has to rough up a guy for cutting you off or being too touchy? he’s happy to do it.

bodyguard! eijiro, who takes ‘doing anything to protect you’ and makes it ‘doing anything for you.’ don’t feel like driving? he’s got it. have a very specific craving at 2 in the morning? no questions asked. he’s also attentive, noting your mannerisms or idiosyncrasies that make you, you. he may not say it, but he knows those subtle signs of burn out, or anxiety, or exhaustion. as much as his job is to protect you from external threats, he cares just as much- if not more- about protecting your happiness.

bodyguard! eijiro, who is the best person to bring to bars or clubs. the first reason being that you’d trust him if you were hanging off a ledge, but the second being that he’s just may be the funniest, most charming guy you’ve ever met. who doesn’t even realize how attractive it is, the way he can make you lose your breath with laughter while maintaining an iron grip on your drink, placing his hand on your waist and protectively eyeing anyone who’s eyes seem a little too stuck on you for his liking.

bodyguard! eijiro, who asks if its okay if he take the two of you back to his place because its closer, and because he secretly doesn’t want the night to end. who sees your shoes by the door, coat laying on his couch, and you unwinding in his washroom and feels a little pang in his heart. who knows his feelings well and knows damn well by now he has a crush, but keeps it professional. until you can’t hold it in any longer and tell him how bad you have it for him. by then, he’s throwing you over his shoulder and towards his bedroom.

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bodyguard! ejiro, who is just as sweet as he is rough. who will tug off your clothes (shredding them if he has to) and apologetically kiss the bare skin underneath. who has sharp teeth, and won’t hesitate to sink them in even if you tear up a little. who manhandles you, tossing you around on the bed like its nothing, whispering: “you like this position, baby?” “let me know what feels good.” meanwhile, he’s folding you like origami.

bodyguard! eijiro, who loves your tits. who can’t resist grabbing himself a handful once he gets your bra off, captivated by the way the jiggle and spring free. who can be a little mean, pinching and twisting your nipples before taking one in his mouth. who makes sure you feel his razor sharp teeth graze the sensitive bud, alternating between the two, giving each the same amount of love and attention. who releases them with a slight pop! deciding he wants to taste more of you.

bodyguard! eijiro, makes sure your comfortable before going down on you like he’s starving. on any other day, he’d ease into it- slowly kissing, soft licks and light sucking- but who has waited so long to do this he hopes you’ll forgive his impatience. who makes sure your thighs wrap around his head, eating your pussy out like its his last meal. who literally will not move from between your legs until you make him, telling him that you’re already dizzy with pleasure.

bodyguard! eijiro, who smirks a little when he pulls his boxers down, letting his cock spring free, seeing your eyes widen and your cheeks blush. who, quite frankly, knows he’s big, but also knows how to use it. who takes your thighs and folds you in half, giving him a better view. who’ll run the tip of his cock through your folds, hearing your whines and feeling it go straight to his dick. who meets no resistance finally pushing himself inside you, moaning in unison when he feels your pretty walls taking him in.

bodyguard! eijiro, who has god-like stamina. who makes that skin slapping noise he knows drives you insane, grunting and moaning when he feels himself reach mind-meltingly deep inside you. who wrecks your pussy and praises you while he’s doing it: “taking me so good, ah.” “making me feel so good, princess? shit, i’m not stopping anytime soon.” who makes a mental note to himself that he’ll probably run out the next morning to grab you plan b.

speaking of which… bodyguard! eijiro, who slows down just a little, asking you where you want him to finish. who could cum right then and there when you tell him you don’t want him pulling out, to which he’s more than happy to oblige. who feels his orgasm coming, but draws out yours as much as possible- massaging your tits, kissing you deep, rubbing little circles on your clit. who makes sure he’s buried deep when he feels you cum, groaning as he feels your walls clamp down on his cock. who pumps in and out a few more times before collapsing down beside you. who, 2 seconds later, gets up to grab you water or ice, but who can’t resist when you pull him back into bed, vowing to deal with the soreness as long as he’s next to you.

bodyguard! eijiro, who is more than happy to carry you around everywhere the next morning, returning back to his jovial green like he didn’t just rearrange your organs the night before. <3

[angel-sweets666]

how t some of the bakusquad boys initiate 👀

Bakugo katsuki x reader, eijiro kirishima x reader, Denki kaminari x reader

warnings: mentions of sex, more sexual stuff. No real sex tho Dw reader is mentioned to have a pussy but that’s the one gender mention

sorry I didn’t write sero I don’t have a good idea on his character

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

ALL AGED UP TO 18 AND IN 3RD YEAR

Katsuki bakugo

Bakugo either starts off subtly or straight up, no In between. He’s especially rough when he’s had a bad day

you roll over onto your side, typing to Mina about drama from class 3B (1B)When bakugo bursts open the door and slams it closed, practically making the door frame shake. “Had a bad day?” You asked him, still distracted on your phone and tapping away. Bakugo lets out a groan “I FUCKING-“ “inside voice.” You interrupted “I had a fucking ass day.” He still yelled as he threw his hero shirt and mask onto the floor, stomping over to you in bed. You peered over your shoulder and looked him up and down, noticing how dirty his boots are “bakugo take your boots off! Your filthy!!” You sat up and looked him up and down again. the blonde rolls his eyes and takes off his black and orange dirt stained boots, chucking them to the door. “There, better?” He grumbled, climbing into bed with you. “Yeah.. that’s better” you said as you rolled onto your back, bakugo sat up and pulled your legs apart and laying down on your chest. You could feel his length begin to grow harder and harder underneath you, he sat up and slowly began to rock his hips against yours. “shit- can we fuck?”

eijiro kirishima

sweet boy asks, and he’s so polite about it too! He wants to be a chivalrous hero and a great boyfriend in general to you. So of course he asks so politely:(((

you were washing some dishes in the common room, you and tsu had some noodles for lunch and you were just cleaning up the bowls from the food. Humming and dancing to yourself, kirishima watched from afar. You looked so pretty when you were happy like that, how could he not wanna fuck you? As you put away the last fork you suddenly felt a pair of very strong and solid arms wrap around you “hi baby!” You giggle and kiss his cheek, kirishima gives you a toothy grin and kisses your neck gently “hey sweetheart.. you look so pretty today” he tells you as he rubs your size “you wouldn’t possibly be in the mood would you?” He asks with his cheeks turning red “are you asking for sex?” You grinned to him and he nodded “yeah alright baby cmon”

Denki kaminari

My bro begs, like HE BEGS And not in a cute little submissive way I’m talking like really annoying “PLEASEEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE” while on his knees shuffling around to follow you

You were busy trying to clean out your dorm, preparing for graduation in the next few weeks. The task was already challenging, but it became nearly impossible with an electric blonde following you around on his knees, begging for you to let him fuck you

“PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE, ILL BE QUICK!”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore him as you sorted through a pile of textbooks. "Denki, I really need to get this done. Graduation is right around the corner, and I can't leave my dorm looking like a disaster zone." He shuffled closer, still on his knees, and clasped his hands together dramatically. "But I need you more than your dorm does!” You turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow “oh really?” You leaned your weight to one hip, Denki rolled his eyes then stood up, mild carpet burn on his knees from following you around “BRO YES? YOUVE GOT LIKE, A 10/10 PU-” “ DONT DAY THAT SO LOUD!” You covered his mouth then sighed “you know what… I could use the break” denkis face lit up “so… I can fuck you?” He asked with his face practically glowing as you nodded

I said I’d tag u next time I wrote for Denki kaminari so here! I hope it was as accurate as last time @b0o0o

[angelltheninth]

Boku No Hero Academia Men + Teasing Them Under the Table

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya, Bakugo Katsuki, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Tenya Iida, Keigo Takami, Toya Todoroki x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cock tease, under the desk blowjobs, handjob, cum licking, ball massage, semi-public sex, edging

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A/N: Got inspired from the Arcane fic about Marcus that I posted the other day.

Izuku looks around like someone's watching him but you're all alone. That doesn't stop his face brum heating up until it's completely red. He doesn't want to make too much noise even if you're the only one who will hear him so he has both hands over his mouth. Moans into them every time he feels your warm tongue licking up his throbbing cock and licking around the sensitive tip.

Bakugo holds your head firmly in place so you don't move away from him. Since you're the one who started this, getting under the desk and lightly sucking him off, you might as well finish it. He'll be pissed off at you if you don't, don't think you can tease him like that and not going all the way. Every time he hears you hold back a choking sound he looks down at you and smirks.

Shoto blushes while he watches you lick the cum off his dick while you're still making more come out by stroking him up and down. You need to hurry up and make him finish, he can't spend all day with you, as much as he would like to. His cock was always a little hotter in temperature than normal, and you teasing him this much really isn't helping any.

Eijiro keeps his hands firmly planted on the desk, his eyes shut and his teeth clenched. All in an effort not to let his Quirk overcome him while his cock is still in your mouth. That could potentially hurt you, which is the last thing he wants. But he also likes this edging sessions with you, they help him control himself better, and when it's all over he can jerk off until your whole face is covered with cum.

Tenya does his best not to drop his serious look even while you're under the desk sucking him off. Little grunts and whines do leave make it past his mouth but for the most part he manages to keep his composure. Safe for a few deep breaths he has to take here and there to help him stay sane. On occasion he will reach down to stroke your cheek, you're doing great, keep it up, and so will he.

Keigo really hates to rush you when it feels so good to have his cock warmed by your mouth, but he has a dumb meeting to get to. Trust him he would much rather stay here, but work is work. However he doesn't complain when he feels your hands on his full balls. Slowly massaging them, pushing them up, licking them before squeezing just enough to make him shoot his cum down your throat.

Toya will make you regret teasing him when you cupped his cock below the desk while he was talking. Those distractions that you thought were harmless, now he'll make you pay for them. As soon as he saw you going under the desk he knew he wouldn't let you get up until you were holding back tears and choking on his cock and cum. Fucking every bit of cum he has down your throat is quite the appropriate punishment.

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DOES HE LIKE ME?

synopsis: it's hard to tell whether kirishima likes you or you're just delusional and crazy. (<3)

notes: RAHHHH KIRISHIMA

you think kirishima is nice.

and not just the kind of nice that gives polite smiles that don’t reach their eyes or asks how your day went out of courtesy.

he’s the kind of nice that beams when you walk into a room, like he's genuinely happy to see you. like you’re the best thing he’s seen all day. the kind that actually wants to hear about your day, listens attentively, and remembers the little things you say weeks later. the kind that makes you feel seen and cared for.

he’s not just nice, though. he’s kind. his heart feels like something soft and steady. warm, like sunlight in the winter. he’s the kind of person who makes the air feel lighter just by being around.

you like kirishima.

he’s sweet. he’s driven. he has this way of making people feel like they belong. he notices things most people don’t, too. like when your hands are cold or when your voice sounds just a little off.

he offers you his hoodie without you having to ask, always drives you home and walks you to the door. when he can't, he always says, “text me when you’re home, okay?” in that sincere, slightly worried way of his.

he encourages you like he means it. like he actually believes you can do amazing things. and somehow, he makes you start believing it too.

he comforts you just right when you cry. big, strong arms that make you feel like maybe the world isn’t so scary. and when he compliments you, it’s never just about how you look, or other random surface-level tidbits. it’s about things that matter. things you didn’t even know he noticed.

he makes you want to be better. for yourself. for him. for the version of you he seems to see already.

kirishima really is nice.

but honestly? that’s the problem.

because kirishima being so nice means he's nice to everyone.

he holds the door open for you, yeah, but he holds it for every person coming in behind you, too. he hugs you tightly when you’re laughing at something stupid, but he also throws himself at bakugo when he wins a spar. he compliments you on your work, your strength, your progress, but he does the same for mina, sero, kaminari.

so, are you special? or are you just delusional?

you think he must like you when he throws his arm around your shoulders during movie night. when he leans in close and whispers dumb commentary that makes you giggle. when his knee touches yours and he doesn’t pull away.

but then you see the way he is with everyone else. the double high-fives. the bright encouragements. the constant attention.

and it drives you insane. especially on nights when you can’t sleep. when you’re tossing in bed, overthinking every moment.

is he just that kind of guy? are you special? ugh, you don't know!

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“great job, y/n! you’re seriously improving like crazy!” kirishima runs up to you, grinning from ear to ear.

it’s a hero training day, so everyone’s in costume. which, for him, means… basically shirtless. his abs are fully out, and his hero gear leaves basically nothing to the imagination.

you try not to stare. really, you do.

but his abs are ridiculous. like, sculpted-by-the-gods levels of ridiculous. and it’s not even just that they’re attractive! though, let’s be honest, they are. it’s the fact that you know how hard he’s worked for them.

it’s not just vanity. his whole body is a reflection of his drive. his passion. his determination to be strong enough to protect people.

it’s hot. unreasonably so.

you're still staring when you realize kirishima’s voice has trailed off mid-sentence.

your stomach drops. shit. you were definitely caught staring.

panic floods your system as you slowly lift your eyes to meet his, expecting him to look uncomfortable. weirded out. maybe even disappointed in you.

but then your gaze meets his.

oh.

he’s blushing. hard. like, cheeks-the-same-color-as-his-hair kind of blushing.

he opens his mouth, closes it again, then laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“u-um... like i was saying, you’re seriously..! uh.. wait, what was i saying again?”

you blink.

he looks flustered. visibly flustered. but there’s still a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. like he’s embarrassed. but also… kinda happy?

he shakes his head and then, very softly, says, “it’s, uh… kinda hard to focus when you look at me like that, y’know?”

your heart lurches.

and suddenly, it clicks.

he does hold the door open for others, yeah, but he runs to you right after.

he’s touchy with everyone, sure but with you, it’s different. slower. softer. intentional.

he gives compliments like candy, yes, but the ones he gives you? they’re layered. specific. personal. like he really pays special attention to you.

he’s watching. he’s listening.

you like kirishima eijirou.

but it turns out that kirishima eijirou might like you too.

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[levigarden999]

Hi hi! I'm here knocking with my teeny weeny hands, asking if you're open for request. If yes, can you pleek make a fic about how bnba boys (anyone who you are comfortable writing with, may it be single character of multiple), and how would they react if they partner deliberately sending them wrong sent message of “You can come now, he just left” right after their pro-hero husband/s just left the door for their work. HIHIHI I'd be kissing ya feet if you do. pleek pleek. 🥰💋

wrong person ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ mha!boys x reader

chars : ⊹katsuki bakugo ⊹ denki kaminari ⊹ eijiro kirishima ⊹ shoto todoroki ⊹

theme : sending a 'you can come now, he just left' - prank text to your hero boyfriends

notes : i know the request wasn't necessarily for a smau post but i got inspired to try one out so thank u anon i hope it's okay ᰔ *

katsuki bakugo ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

denki kaminari ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

eijiro kirishima ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

shoto todoroki ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

also i'm not sure if i'll do more smaus in the future since this required surprisingly a lot of time and effort (i enjoyed doing it tho) so lmk if you want to see more posts like this or if u liked it or not xx ᰔ *