#Kirishima Drabble

[lilacgaby]

hear me out.. is he proposing or.. with kiri

HEARD LOUD N CLEAR OMG

is he proposing or did you overhear him call mina just to ask for your ring size?

is he proposing or did he drive you to the highest rated nail salon, get a pedicure done with you, and chose french tips with a gel flower on top for your hands?

is he proposing or did he also give you his black card to go dress shopping with your friends, all of them eyeing you knowingly as they helped you pick a perfect array of expensive, pure material dressed?

is he proposing or did he randomly ask you what places you want to travel to, and asked you to take time off?

is he proposing or did he rent out a giant private jet, with beds and everything for an overnight flight?

is he proposing or did he off-handedly mention that he'd went to visit your parents by himself one day, to talk to them about something important?

is he proposing or did he rent out a penthouse for the next week?

is he proposing or did he take you out on an expensive date, asking you to dress in your most favorite dress?

is he proposing or are your friends and close family being inside the restaurant just coincidence?

is he proposing or did he-- holy shit he's down on one knee.

as eijiro got down on one knee in front of you, he scratched his head and smiled softly, realizing that he got so nervous he forgot his whole speech he planned. so instead, he held out the dessert he'd ordered for you, that said 'marry me? pretty please?' in fancy cursive letters. you laughed and nodded, to which he sat the dessert on the table, and placing the ring, which had a huge red ruby in the middle of it and was surrounded by dozens of miniscule diamonds, onto your finger. you pulled him into a kiss, your first one as fiancés.

everyone came up to congratulate the two of you. you two were so happy and smiley, basking in the afterglow that was being dedicated to your one and only. <\3

this inspired me sooo much so like lmk if anyone wants ones with like shoto or izuku !!

[sierra-r-a-e]

ProHero!Kirishima w/ an overstim kink x fem!Reader

wc: 792

cw: overstimulation kink, multiple orgasms, PIV sex, male and female overstimulation, multiple rounds, use of quirks, missionary position, implied oral sex (fem-receiving), aged-up Kirishima (obviously)

MDNI under the cut

Ejiro Kirishima had always considered himself to be somewhat of a composed man, one that was able to keep himself together in just about any situation. This was one of the few exceptions to that.

Here he was inside of your warm, wet walls that was always so snug around his thick cock, as if your pussy was specifically made for him. He felt like he was about to burst any minute, but he held on, determined to make you finish one more time; despite the many orgasms he had already given you.

He just couldn't stop himself, not when you looked so pretty writhing in pleasure underneath him, hot tears streaking down your face. "One more baby, give me one more", he'd say, gently wiping your tears away with his thumb; even though that's what he said two orgasms ago. You looked up at him, tears threatening to fall over your lash line any second, your lips slightly swollen from how much he'd been making out with you.

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head from the overwhelming pleasure. "t's too much", you say, almost completely drunk off his dick. "C'mon sweet girl, you can take it", he says in your ear, his words making you tighten around him. His gentle words the complete opposite of the brutal pace at which he thrusted his cock into you.

The way he's panting and moaning around your ear was driving you closer and closer to your sweet release. "Oh fuck, I'm so close~", you moan as he tries to muffle his own sounds in your shoulder. "Cum for me, baby", he moans out. You feel him shift his weight, one of his hands sliding between your bodies to rub your clit.

All it takes is for the pad of his thumb to circle your clit twice before he has you convulsing around his cock, crying out his name in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you in waves.

The feeling of your pussy tightening around him oh-so-sweetly as you cum, completely sends him over the edge. His worn-out body desperately humps into you, filling you up with a load of his warm, sticky cum. He moans out your name as he reaches his high, letting out a few whimpers from how hard his release hit him.

You thought that he'd stop there, thinking that he's finally finished. Oh, how you were so wrong; he used his quirk to harden his cock again right after he came. Then, he began fucking into you with newfound stamina— not that he didn't already have an impressive amount to begin with.

Your pussy was still overly sensitive from your previous orgasm, and with the way he ruthlessly continued to rut into you, he not only overstimulated you, but also himself in the process. He lifted his head out of the crook of your neck, and you had never seen such a fucked-out expression on his face.

His bottom lip was between his teeth, his eyes were rolling into the back of his skull, his brows were furrowed, all with a pretty pink blush coating his cheeks. The only noises that could be heard were the incoherent moans and whimpers of each other's names and the astonishingly lewd squelching sound that came from your soaked pussy every time his pelvis met yours.

He has his eyes on where your pussy and his dick connect, a white ring forming around the base of his cock from all of your previous combined releases.

Soon enough, you began to feel a familiar sensation bubbling up in your abdomen— except this time, something was off. The tip of his dick perfectly kissed your sweet spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. "You feel so good, m' gonna cum again~!" You moan, already beginning to see stars from the overwhelming buildup of pleasure in your core.

You didn't even have time to register the weird feeling building up in your gut before your high hit you like a truck with hardly any warning, making you squirt for the first time in your life. Seeing you gush around his cock like that, it was almost too much for him to handle. "Oh, fuck", he moans, cumming unexpectedly from the sight alone.

"Holy shit, did you just squirt?" He asks breathlessly after he came down from his high. "Do you think you can do that again? I want it on my face this time", he says, getting off of you and practically manhandling you to the edge of the bed. Then, he kneels down to be face-to-face with your pussy.

That's when you realized that this is going to be a very long night.

I apologize for the rushed ending, my back was killing me 😭

Please let me know your thoughts on this, it was kinda bad bc I'm not entirely familiar with this character 🙏

Divider credits go to @ saradika-graphics

Request by my one and only best friend: @arwenisepik

[maroonswan]

Imagine coming home after a rough day at work to wrap your arms around Kirishima's waist. Your gracious husband being so much taller than you; you're essentially burying your face his back. You can feel the muscles move under his tee as he laughs, broad sholders bouncing.

"Babe, that tickles." He says, words muffled in your ears by the thump of his beating heart. He's so warm and homie like this, prepping dinner for you both on a week day. Veggies and meat sizzling deliciously away on the stovetop so that you'd have a hot and healthy meal without ever having lifted a finger. Really, this talented charismatic man could be doing a million other things right now, but instead, he's here thinking of you.

It just makes you want to nuzzle your face into him more and drown in the clean but musky scent of his cologne. So, you do to Eijioro's disbenefit.

"Hey! Seriourlsy," He wheezed between uncontrollable giggles "if you keep that up I'm going to burn this shit!"

A serious concern, yes. But, you didn't really much care as your fingers worked under his top, darting along along his stomache and ribs.

Let dinner be ruined, let you have to order take out, if only you were able to stay with him like this forever.

[gardenofnoah]

“you comfy?”

you hum, nuzzling deeper into the fat of eijiro’s pec. one hand settles on the back of your head, fingertips scratching your scalp gently—the other trails up the curve of your jaw, stopping only when the pad of his thumb taps against your bottom lip.

“open up for me, sweetheart.”

you do, letting him slip the digit into your mouth. he rests it there on your tongue and your lips close around it, sucking lightly. your eyes flutter closed at the feeling—at the taste of his skin.

“that’s my girl,” he murmurs from above you, smoothing his palm over your hair.

he’d caught on quickly, with how eager you’d get to take his fingers into your mouth—and he had a hunch that it was less of a sexual inclination and more of a yearning for comfort. it was amusing to him at first, until he realized that the right amount of praise and tending to your oral fixation would leave you perfectly pliant in his arms. then he couldn’t get enough.

when he’d asked about it, you just shrugged, going a little pink until you realized he genuinely wanted to know.

“makes me feel safe, i guess,” you muttered into the crook of his neck, hiding from him. he couldn’t help but swell up with pride at the thought of his sweet baby needing him so intensely.

so he’s more than happy to give you this—lazy evenings with you sprawled out on his chest on the couch, his fingers cradled by your tongue. on some nights, when you need more, he’s got a heavy arm across your back to keep you held to him, thick cock fucking up into you slowly—as comforting as he can manage, stretching you out like that— reveling in the way his fingers muffle your soft whines—how your warm mouth pulls his fingers in a little deeper down your throat with each gentle thrust of his hips—

but when it’s enough for you to feel the weight of his thumb on your tongue and turn your brain off for a little while, he’s content to give you that—free hand reaching under your shirt to draw gentle patterns down your spine, or brushing through your hair with his fingers. he feels the soft suction of your mouth around him and the slow exhale you let out of your nose, settling further into him and letting the day seep out from you.

“there you go,” he coos, ducking down to kiss the top of your head, “i’ve got you, sweet girl.”

[foxfracture]

honestly, what makes kirishima so charming is that he is so unabashedly sure about you.

i mean seriously, this is a guy who throws every bit of himself into everything he does. and he takes that seriously. he strives to be someone people can trust.

i feel like he’d fall fast and hard for you, and wouldn’t hesitate about letting you know unless there were seriously extenuating circumstances involved. he doesn’t fuck around when it comes to those he cares about.

this is especially true if he senses you’re insecure about yourself; he just wants to love you and help you understand how lovely you are. you totally consume him.

oh you know he LOVES to show you off too. bakugo, kaminari and sero would totally tease him for being so whipped smitten but this boy doesn’t give a single fuck

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⇢ gamer boyfriend!kirishima

『 ♡ 』 kirishima & mild KiriBaku x fem!reader (18+ under the cut!) -`✧ eijiro kirishima masterlist

✩ kirishima loves gaming with his buddies every friday night to blow off steam and hang out with his bro squad. they start bullshitting the idea of starting a streaming group and decide to give it a shot.

✩ the bits and pieces for streaming come in the mail - boxes at a time. while he’s at work one day, you spend the entire afternoon building his desk, moving his PC and setting up all the streaming equipment in the office.

✩ bakugo, kaminari, sero and kirishima decide to call themselves “the riot squad.”

✩ you’re the group’s first viewer on their debut stream. kirishima excitedly interacts with you through the chat as he games for hours, the others interchangeably commenting on your messages playfully.

✩ one viral gaming clip later, the boys have gained over 5,000 followers in a month’s time. you’ve helped kirishima build an entire discord server for the community they’ve built and moderate their streams alongside a few other friends.

✩ plenty of fans clamor over bakugo with his naturally flawless features and brash personality, but you love watching kirishima get flustered over his own fan girls. it’s one of your favorite things to tease him about.

✩ you may or may not secretly let seductive messages slide through his discord DMs from horny fangirls. seeing his face redden when you dare him to respond, or that they have excellent taste being thirsty for him.

✩ sometimes when kirishima gets frustrated over losing matches, you crawl under his desk quietly while he’s distracted. it’s almost comical how his legs instinctually part when you run your fingers up his thighs before palming his already half-hard cock through his shorts.

✩ he lets you shift his clothes around to wrap your soft fingers around his shaft, trying to mask what’s going on behind the scenes as he continues playing.

✩ when you start stroking him lazily, he surprisingly plays better! you can hear the boys cheering him on through his headset as his legs quiver at your touch.

✩ by the time your mouth engulfs his cock, he’s sweating while keeping his best poker face on for the stream. you can hear him panting silently between matches. he mutes his mic to let out a moan or a whine every now and again.

✩ before he cums, he announces to the boys that it’s time to wrap up the stream, saying their goodbyes and switching off the stream. he practically throws his headset off his head and scoops you off the floor and into his lap. he never lets himself finish before you do.

✩ what he doesn’t expect is that you’d been playing with yourself and have soaked through your panties, begging him to fuck you. and he obliges every time - in the gaming chair, sprinting to his bedroom, or up against the wall of the office.

✩ he once forgot to turn off his webcam with the boys as you crawled into his lap, misclicking on the screen and leaving it on. the only person on the call was bakugo, who tried to motion for him to turn it off, but ended up becoming enamored in his best friend fucking his girlfriend. kirishima would shoot a confident grin over your shoulder and into the camera at bakugo as he watched the two of you.

✩ kirishima never expected to establish the tradition of fucking you post-stream and letting bakugo watch you two every once in awhile. he loved showing off how sexy your body was and how pretty your moans sounded, especially to his best friend. it was their best kept secret.

✩ reading bakugo’s filthy messages to your joint discord chat with kirishima is one of the best things to come out of this streaming idea. “how’d you bag a girl with such a perfect ass?” “the way her cunt sucks up your thick cock is fuckin’ hot, ei” “who knew you could fuck like that?” “can’t believe she likes showing off for you like a good little slut” “fuck, you two are better than any nasty ass porn”

✩ both kirishima and bakugo played exponentially better any night you three had a private stream - you became their lucky charm as their internet infamy climbed higher and higher.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — kirishima showing you off to his friends? hot as fuck. 🥵✨ gamer kiri lives in my head rent free. he’s so goddamn cute and i’d love to spoil him while he plays in any way he’d let me. shoutout to @pastelbakugou for fueling my kiri thirst! 🤭

[sunarinscat]

Hi! I just read your waves one shot and I really thought it was adorable. I’ve been craving some fluff with Kirishima x Reader so If you have a time please write it! 🤗

Of course lovely, here you go..

4:26 am Eijiro Kirishima

The world thinks kiri is rough around the edges but you know he’s a big softie

When Eijiro Kirishima flashes on tv the public sees him as a rough and rugged hero. From his spiked hair to his hardened quirk he is anything but soft. You’ll watch interviews where he walks on screen all big and manly and he’s pestered with questions like:

“how do you stay so sharp?” Or “how are you so strong all the time?” “What motivates you to keep going?”

He’ll smile into the camera and give a general answer about saving people, but then his eyes will twinkle and he’ll mention that he has someone at home waiting for him who keeps him motivated.

You can’t help giggling like a school girl and kicking your feet a little. He’s reluctant to hard launch you because he doesn’t want every villain around to know who you are and use you to get to him, but if he could scream your name to the world he would.

After a long day your rough and rugged man will come home soft and dopey. He’s anything but rough to you. His words drip off his tongue like honey..

“How’s my baby’s day been? Did you miss your manly hero? All pretty in the kitchen makin dinner f’me..”

He rests his hands on your hips and rubs circles across your skin with his thumbs. He latches onto you until your ready to sit down and eat with him. He’ll coax you to tell him the details of your day before he talks about his. He nods as you speak, watching the words leave your lips. An occasional:

“Yeah? Tell me more..”

Then he’ll tell you about all the things that reminded him of you today, before he finally tells you the details of his day.

“I saw the prettiest flower. It looked just like you.. woulda brought it home but that villain got me distracted and I dropped it..”

“Eiji tell me more about the villain, how was the fight? Are you hurt much? Did he get away?”

“No it was all fine, we got him… but that reminds me of this thing I saw…”

When the food is gone and the dishes are washed he whisks you off to take a bath with him. He loves baths, especially with you. He’s got one of those bath trays and you two will relax and watch an episode of “your show” while you shampoo each other’a hair, the bubbles making Eiji’s hair look like an Oompa Loompa. He massages your back with calloused hands and you lean into his touch. You rest your head on his shoulder and trail kisses along his jaw until your fingers are prune-y and its time to drain the water.

You’ll giggle and talk as you go through your nightly routine. You brush your teeth together and he’ll look at you like your an angel. No make up? A baggy T shirt, and foam on the sides of your mouth? He’s in love. He’ll try to kiss you while your still brushing your teeth and you have to bat him away with your hands while you spit and rinse. Once your done you stand on tippy toes and wrap your arms around his neck giving him a gentle kiss.

Finally you sleepily stomp off to bed, eyes heavy. Your head is fuzzy and content as you slip under the covers with Eijiro and dim the lights. He sets an alarm while you play with his hair. He pulls your body flush against his and curls around you. You can feel his chest rise and fall.. rise and fall. You can hear his breath in your ear. You crane your neck to see his red hair (unstyled) falling softly around his face. Your hero is by no means rough or sharp to anyone but his enemies. Even then he’s probably a bit too nice to them… You fall asleep to his heartbeat, knowing your safe and sound with your softie hero Eijiro Kirishima.

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— happy home day + eijirou kirishima.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — exactly one a year after adopting from the pound, kirishima plans a special surprise for you, his special little puppy hybrid, on their birthday.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, smut, fluff, hybrids, lingerie, collars, creampies, dumbification, possessiveness, pet-names, body-worship, orgasm-denial, dom-sub, unprotected sex, praise!kink, daddy!kink, breeding!kink, afab!reader, puppy hybrid!reader, pro hero + owner!kirishima.

⭑ words — 4.3K.

⭑ notes — hi !!! i wanted to post something so had you guys vote on what you wanted to see next. the winner ended up being kirishima <3! this was a birthday fic commissioned by my baby @eijirhoe ( who has given me permission to post ) and was beta read by the lovely @vagabondings!! i hope you enjoy !! kiss kiss - m.list ✩

“for fucks sake, kirishima, that is not a fuckin’ guard dog.” 

only katsuki bakugou could be this miserable in an adoption centre for adorable hybrids— kittens, bunnies, mice and puppies alike. the redhead gives the employee standing nearby an apologetic mix between a smile and a grimace, the poor thing shaking in their boots at the proximity of the dynamight.

“katsuki, don’t yell. you’ll scare the ‘lil thing,” he pouts, sticking his fingers through the wire bars on the cage— coaxing the little hybrid inside closer. “and i thought you said german shepherds made great guards!” kirishima wiggles his digits again, pursing his lips to make those kissy sounds that are usually used to call to cats and crouches down to the height of the enclosure. 

bakugou smacks him upside the head but takes a stance beside his rioting hero friend before signing dejectedly. “wrong sound idiot, you’re meant to whistle,” the two strong, and surely intimidating men spare a glance at the cowering hybrid as katsuki whistles in an attempt to gain some trust. “and they usually do, but this one looks like they might shit themselves if someone looks at them funny. not a guard dog.”  

“but bakugou—“ 

“i hate to interrupt, mister riot. mister dynamight.” the employee from earlier steps in, steeling her nerves as she gestures to the cage the puppy hybrid is in. “but if this one doesn’t get adopted soon, i’m afraid they’re going to be put down. we don’t have the space for slightly quieter and apprehensive hybrids like them, no one really wants them if they’re not overly friendly or energetic and…if they do it’s usually for the like…” 

“hybrid farms,” bakugou finishes for the kid, his voice thick with disgust. “just shut one of those down the other day. awful fuckin’ places.” 

kirishima pouts again, peering into your cage— noting the gloss in your big pretty eyes and how you shrink in on yourself, tail pinned to the ground without the happy swish to it that other puppy hybrids in the centre have. “so…” he can’t imagine what you’ve been through, what you’ve seen to have ended up here. “if they don’t get adopted today, they’ll be put down? isn’t there any other way? that hardly seems fair.”

“to us it’s a little more humane than ending up at a hybrid farm or those indecent love hotels exclusively for sex with hybrids…” the employee trails off again, nervously fidgeting with their fingers. in the distance, a bell chimes with the notification of more customers— a mother and her child, probably looking to adopt one of the younger, nosier hybrids for their family. “if you’ll excuse me…” 

“i’ll take ‘em!” red riot blurts without even thinking, the employee not having taken two steps away from him and his angry blonde friend who looks at him like he’s gone bat-shit crazy. “this is their only chance, right? i have to do something, they don’t deserve to go out like this.” the blonde closes his mouth, holding his protests thoughtfully. 

he’s right. kirishima is right, his kind soul always is. “ai’ght, fine. but don’t expect me to train that thing, they ain’t nowhere near close t’bein’ a guard dog.” bakugou grunts, folding his arms across his broad chest with a faux look of dismay— not admitting how impressed he is with eijirou. 

eijirou kirishima has a heart of gold, he’s always been like that— putting others before himself because he believes in them. he takes in strays, builds up their strength and their confidence, letting them know that he’ll always be the sturdy figure they can fall back on in times of need. katsuki was one of those strays, an unwanted dog just like you. he’d bared his fangs to the sweet redhead in fear of letting in someone that would hurt him, but as it turns out, becoming friends with someone as selfless as kirishima was just what katsuki needed.

the employee sighs, shoulders sagging with relief as they glance between the two pro heroes. “should i be getting the adoption papers then?”

with an enthusiastic nod, red riot peers back at you with affectionate eyes and a smile you can trust— one that only widens when you bump your head against his fingers over the bars of your pen and let the tips of them just brush your lush puppy dog ears. “yes please,” he says warmly, his gaze never leaving you. “don’t you worry about a thing little one, it’s you and me now, got it?” 

and for the first time in forever, your tail wags happily, and you don’t feel worried at all.

being adopted by eijirou kirishima most probably saved your life. 

he’d been eager to get you out of that shelter, with the promise of a better life written against his lips and lost under his tongue as he babbled about your new home and how excited he was to have a puppy hybrid of his own. a timid, sweet faced and jumpy german-shepherd hybrid nothing like their breed— with big eyes, a set of pointed and twitchy puppy dog ears and a tail that stays pinned to the ground with nervousness. there’s a lot for him to undo, a lot of trust to build up.

kirishima was patient when introducing you to his home that only big time pro hero money could buy— he let you sniff out the place, scenting areas that made you feel safe even having his comforting, large presence right beside you was enough to make your ears perk up and heightened senses go wild. he let you pick out the biggest spare room in the house and had even felt sad for you when you stated that you’d never had your own before. 

“with me, i’ll make sure you have everything you want ‘n more, kay pup? things will never go back to the way they were for you.” the red head swore to you, crossing his heart — that was the first time you’d ever felt love like that. 

the two of you quickly fall into an easy routine; kirishima would leave for work in the mornings after making sure he’d set out the perfect meal a growing pup, like you, would need— using all sorts of kibble that his explosive friend katsuki had recommended. occasionally he’d spoil you with pieces of turkey bacon that he knew you weren’t allowed to have, but what was the harm in spoiling someone who hadn’t experienced luxury before? plus he liked the way your German shepherd tail would wag and your pupils would dilate at the sight of the meaty meal. 

eijirou made sure you had all the toys possible to play with while he was away for work— you didn’t like sitters and nearly chewed out the last one katsuki had recommended for a nervous puppy such as yourself. you didn’t like her scent and how it had gotten all over your owner. you preferred to be alone, surrounded by the pinewood and musky husk the redhead would leave behind. and, by the time he came home from being red riot, you’d be sitting right by the door with big bambi eyes to welcome him home, the little bell on your store-bought collar jingling as you rush to meet kirishima at eight pm sharp each day.

though you’re pampered with treats and pretty things and ear scratches 24/7– kirishima does have you trained by that awful bakugou. you’re by no means a guard dog, despite what your hybrid breed might indicate— but you’re disciplined with house rules and how to sit and act properly. bakugou is mean and he snarls at you from time to time, but the praise and kisses you get from your darling and sweet red haired owner make the training completely worth it. 

nowadays, katsuki doesn’t even question when you scamper onto the couch or perch yourself on eijirou’s lap whenever they have their boys nights to watch the hero rankings live. “pampered fuckin’ pooch,” is all he grunts from over his can of beer. 

“hey,” eijirou will huff, his hands on the fat of your waist or twirling through your fluffy brown and black tail. “don’t be mean, katsuki. they don’t know any better.” 

even with all that house training— you still sneak into his bed when being on your own gets too much. his warmth calms you, and eijirou doesn’t seem to mind the brush of your thick and soft tail against his thighs in the morning. “pup, you’re not s’pposed to be on the bed,” he’d tried to scold you the first time it happened, he really did, but your ears lay flat against your skull and you gave him those eyes and kirishima was quick to dive in next to you— asking you what was wrong. “nightmares huh? of the pound? well, those can’t be very nice. maybe you should share a bed with me tonight. one night won’t hurt, will it?” 

except one night, becomes every single night.

repeatedly, each night, eijirou scoops you up into his flexing, toned arms and carries you to his room instead of your own— tucks you under his weighted duvets not yours, and swamps you with his body heat. he runs like a furnace during the later hours, not that you mind, it’s nice to be close to him. to feel adored like that.

yourself and kirishima are touchier than most hybrid-owner pairs, you’ve noticed. bakugou thinks it’s because you have a clingy-attachment style, the red head because you’ve been deprived of the affection that most pups deserve. he goes beyond headpats and chin scratches, and the ones that itch right behind your floppy fluffy ears. kirishima keeps a hand on the slope of your waist when he takes you for walks on sunny days, he holds your hand instead of your leash most of the time and his lips linger against your forehead a little longer than normal for a hybrid that’s just a housepet. 

you think it’s normal at least, you’ve never been cared for like this and having eijirou’s attention some, if not all, of the time feels like a dream come true. you know that he loves you when actions of endearment become more passionate— when innocent cheek kisses become sloppier lip-locks and when hugs turn into desperate attempts to grab at your flesh, also when your heat cycles become less about finding a mate and more about begging kirishima to ravage  you against the nearest surface, soothing the instinctual ache in your bones and lower tummy. 

he loved you, and you loved him— and you knew that you owed it all to kirishima for the better life he gave you. taking a chance on a shy little puppy hybrid at risk of being put down.

taking a chance on you.

“angel, ‘m home!”

the rustling of brown paper bags, heavy foot-steps and keys jingling in the front door make your puppy dog ears twitch and you perk up from your place deeper in the house at the sound of kirishima coming home from a long day’s work. you scramble up to meet him half-way into the kitchen, tail swishing a mile a minute behind you, nose wriggling in anticipation. “e-eji!” you breathe, fingers itching to reach out and touch him. “you’re back!”

you’re so cute, so loyal that it warms the pro hero right down to his core. kirishima nods once, giving you the go ahead to latch onto him since you’d waited so patiently and lets out a small chuckle as you tuck yourself into his side. “i always come back, don’t i?” setting the bags on the marble island, he frees up a hand to brush over your head softly, using a knuckle to rub behind your ear. “have you been good, baby?” moving to cup your cheeks next, he presses a gentle smooch to the tip of your nose. “‘course you have, you’re always good f’me…but, i gotta know— did ya miss me?”

“i always miss you,” you say a little too quickly, nuzzling into the palm of red riot’s large hand, tail wagging even faster. “can i…can i have a kiss, eiji? please.”

for a moment, a primal look flashes through the hero’s eyes before being replaced with something softer, something that mirrors the smile he gives you. “only ‘cause you asked so nicely, baby,” he says playfully, sliding his hands from your face down to your waist and tugging you nice and close, your hips flush against one another. “c’mere puppy, gimme some sugar, hm?” your body can’t help but bristle, keening into kirishima’s touch as he subtly lowers his voice and guides you into following his command.

you stand on your tiptoes without even realising it, tilting your head upwards as kirishima coaxes your mouth open with his mellow moving tongue—sighing sweetly against your lips until he’s captured them properly in a slow kiss, not giving you too much but pouring enough words into it to let you know how much he cares for you. he pulls away so things don’t too heated, but still keeps his hands on you before you can whine in protest. 

“what’s that?” you ask softly, cocking your head to the side when you notice the bags behind him.

“oh those? well,” kirishima swoops down to your height, nipping your nose with pointed teeth— only serving to make it scrunch up adorably. “i heard it was a certain pup’s birthday today…and it also happens to be the one year anniversary of their adoption. so i got ‘em a lil’ somethin’ to celebrate.”

he lives for the way you smile, almost dies at how your eyes sparkle. “c-can i open it eji?”

“not all of it, pumpkin,” eijirou briefly lets you go and you really do whimper this time, knowing better than to claw at him to stay when you know he’ll be right back. the burly redhead turns to grab a perfectly wrapped package from within the brown paper bag and passes it to you with an eager grin. “go put this on f’me, will you baby? then meet me in the living room once you’re done, for the rest of your present, kay?”

“okay! i’ll be quick!” you practically squeal, vibrating in your place.

“good pup, i’ll be waitin’,” he turns you around with a grip that's barely there, handling you as if you’ll break with too much force and patting you on the bum softly as you go. 

by the time you return to the living room, it’s been completely transformed. 

the lighting is dimmed, a ruby glow filtering through and the soft hum of your favourite song reverberates against the walls and high ceilings. kirishima seems to be fixing a box on the coffee table by the couch before he notices you, a slick and sexy grin tugging at the corners of his lips as you approach him. “there’s my pretty puppy,” he rasps lowly, sending a shiver from the tips of your ears right down to your toes. “god, i think i made the right choice pickin’ that cute lil’ number out for ya, looks so good on you, hun.”

heat pulses under your skin like buzzing kinetic energy, making you tuck the swell of your cheek into your shoulder bashfully, fluffy ears flattening against your skull. “you think so?” said number is a darling little babydoll dress, made of black silk and red lace lace accents that tickle the backs of your thighs with hearts embroidered at the chest.

“it looks perfect on you baby, you’re breathtakin’,” kirishima tells you earnestly, holding his hand out for you to hold— which you take shyly. “c’mere, twirl f’me? wanna see all of you. show off for me, cutie.” every single one of his compliments has your tail swaying from side to side and blood rushing to your brain, making you dizzier than the cute little spins you do for him while the pro hero sinks into the couch to watch you.

he leans back, thighs spreading wide— and you have to fight the urge to drop your gaze between them. “that’s it pretty thing, my puppy’s such a fuckin’ stunner.” kirishima swallows thickly, ruby glossed eyes darkening with desire. “come t’daddy pup, wanna give you your other gift.” 

you quickly shift to stand between his spread legs, quivering like you’re cold has large and rough hands swallow your waist and bunch your night dress up at your hips. he presses sloppy kisses to the softness of your tummy over the material. 

“sit.” he commands simply, tugging on your hips to pull you down with him

“yes daddy,” your breathing is ragged as you sink into kirishima’s lap, thighs apart so that you can straddle him properly.  you wonder if he can hear your heart racing from its place in your chest— your heightened hybrid senses can already pick up on his, kirishima’s pulse sky-rocketing now that you’re on top of him. “c-can i have my gift now?”

his calloused hand pushes the black silk up and over the curve of your ass, red riot digging into the fat of it to rock you back and forth over is hardening girth. “r’member your manners, puppy. yer s’pposed to ask daddy nicely.” nonetheless, he relents and snatches up the box on the coffee table— handing it to you to unravel. “open it up, baby.”

excitedly, you tear through the daintily wrapped package, revealing a red patent leather collar—decorated with red and black bows, and a heart shaped tag with the letters ‘EK’ inscribed into it. collaring was a big deal in the hybrid community, it meant a permanent mark, belonging to someone, being in love.

“let me put it on you,” eijirou simpers, readily slipping the leather around your neck and sliding two fingers underneath it to tug your lips up to his. “i love you, pup.” he confesses, licking into your mouth hungrily and grinding up into your dripping heat.

it’s embarrassing how wet you’ve gotten and so fast, dumbly following him to the forest fire of lust, sucking on his tongue like a parched puppy lapping at the first drink it can get. hybrids slick up faster when aroused and kirishima turns you on like no other— somehow finding your panty covered clit between your salacious bump and grind. 

slumping against his beefy chest, your nails dig deep into his shoulders and whistle tone dog squeaks bubble up on the swell of your lips each time eijirou swipes the pad of his thumb over your swelling pleasures nub, encouraging your juices to gush over his hard on—glueing you both together by strings your arousal.

“i love you too…p-please e-eiji!” the air in the room feels heavier, tainted with the lust that clouds your logical thought. in fact, you can’t even think right with the way your owner toys with you.  he drools against your puppy tongue, curses into your heated mouth all while you’re riding his fingers like your life depends on it, kirishima pinching at your sticky clit just to hear more of your needy whines. “p-please daddy,”

the hand that once sat lightly against your neck now trails over each dip and curve of your body, barely brushing over your nipples or digging into the meat of your ass and thighs. “you look so fuckin’ good in the things i buy you, hun, drive me fuckin’ insane,” kirishima fights back a moan, cock twitching against your ass, desperate to be inside of you. “so beautiful in that lil’ dress, with my name around your neck. fuck… ‘m so lucky. my pup, daddy’s sexy fuckin’ puppy.” he rambles and praises you all at once, giving you whiplash, making you clench and ooze sweetly around nothing.

you’re sure that the redhead is almost as brainless and as fucked out as you are just from dry humping his darling little pup… but through his own grunts and groans, hips wildly bucking up to meet yours— kirishima still manages to dominate you, make you feel like you don’t even have to think around him. “you want me, pup, is that it? want me to fuck you?” he hums huskily against the shell of your ear, pinging your collar against your neck when you nod your head yes wordlessly. “gotta—fuck— gotta use your words f’daddy, c’mon now, you know that.”

“y-yes daddy, want you. badly.” you slur, and suddenly, your world tilts on its axis. your back hits the sofa with a bounce and you're pinned against it by the weight of your owner above you, your knees being pushed into your shoulders.

“a-always such a good…obedient lil thing f’me,” eijirou groans at the sight of you beneath him. “so perfect, ‘m so lucky t’have such a beautiful puppy all to myself, shit!” your silk baby doll gathers at your hips, soaked panties tucked to the side and your glistening, pulsing mound on display like an attraction made just for him. he wastes no time in yanking down his sweats and boxers in one go— revealing his bright red and angry dick, covered in a thick layer of gooey white precum. all for you. kirishima slaps the length of himself against your slit once, twice before his forehead falls against yours. 

“p-put it in eiji, c-can’t wait daddy…”

even though your cute little sex makes him a wreck, eijirou still manages to hold control over you— teasing you as he forces his fat tip past your tiny, creamy entrance. “so impatient, cutie, i should make you say please… but fuck, i need you so bad right now. might not last long…”

the pair of you let out strained moans as kirishima pushes in and he reaches the hilt—your sweaty bodies flush against one another, both of you covered in layers of each other’s arousal. your pussy flutters at being filled up so fast, clinging onto the pretty blue veins that spiral around his chubby, swollen cock— a low whine rumbles in your chest as the redhead sets a rough stream to his thrusts, milky cockhead brushing against each pulse point on your sensitive walls. 

it’s almost like you’re being knotted, squelching as kirishima tries to pull out of your snug sex that grips him selfishly. all the while, he pounds you to hell and back. you're so full, you’re a slobbering mess already teetering on the edge of insanity. red riot leans over you, washboard abs pressed against the backs of your thighs to force you down into the creaky couch— each time he withdraws from your messy and wet walls, your ears fall back and your tail thumps hard against the cushions, coated in your viscous nectar.

“fuck, this puppycunt sounds so dirty, gorgeous…feels like fuckin’ heaven,” he whispers to you, words damp on your cupid’s bow. “my perfect puppy, a dumb lil’doggy on my cock…s’such a fuckin’ dream.” your brain empties, becomes a void that’s filled with only eijirou kirishima and the way he fucks you deep, hits every spot, touches your body like a man worshipping a higher power. “‘m so lucky baby, really am.”

your collar jingles, the pendant with his name on it bouncing every time kirishima’s cock bullies its way into your gooey insides until they give into him. you’re the lucky one, you think— lucky to be loved like this, to have been rescued from the pound and pinned down on a dick that aches to be inside you, wrapping around his pulsing length to the point where you’re practically milking him already.

“d-daddy!” you hiccup, big fat tears clumping in your lashes, your face a beautiful mess to the man above you. “i can’t…”

the pro hero reaches down between your bodies, close to cumming just from listening to you howl over the sounds of skin slapping on skin, and tugs at your soft slick tail—stroking it until your pussy quivers and gushes around him, painting your babydoll dress and his half rolled down sweats with a fresh wave of your essence. every time he pets the fluffy appendage, you get wetter and wetter, tighter and tighter and your moans loud enough to wake the neighbours. 

heavy hips rock into you, even heavier balls clap creamily against your fleshy ass and kirishima lets his head drop to your neck—biting and sucking possessively at exposed skin just above where your collar lies. “yes you fuckin’ can, your daddy’s good pup right?” he slurs hungrily, writing his claim against your throat. “when you get close, hold it f’daddy, be obedient ‘n you’ll get your reward.”

you feel like everything’s on fire, every nerve ending in your body buzzing with anticipation— the knot in your stomach seconds away from unwinding. “b-but daddy—!”

“hold it.” eijirou warns sternly, though his breath stutters— every instinct that he has threatening to breed you up full with a load of his hot cum. “h-hold it, hon,” you sob at the pain and pleasure of holding off, thighs twitching, tail hitting the couch hard and puppy ears flopping over your face. you’re so adorable like this, jolting up the piece of furniture as the redhead languidly canters into you. he finally breaks when you let out a weak cry of his name, his first spurts of cum pouring into you. “f-fuck, let go for me puppy, make a mess on daddy’s cock—shit, thats it. so good, all over me, wanna see you cummin’ with me…”

white hot ropes of seed paint your insides just as your eyes roll back into your skull. he feels so warm, coating your insides with a layer of his cum as if to claim you from the inside out. there’s so much of it that oozes out of your entrance thickly, like a running tap of honey  that ruins your pussy lips with opaque white—triggering your own orgasm. kirishima holds you close, whispers sweet nothings into your ear as your release crashes over you, rocking your world while your juices splatter out against his pelvis and all over your cute little gown in clear streams.

“happy birthday, beautiful,” the redhead mumbles to you sweetly, kissing his initials on your pendant and right up to your lips. “i love you.”

“t-thank you eiji,” you whisper back— a sleepy, full and content puppy. “i love you too.”

[lilacgaby]

title: i'd fight the sun for you, my love

pairing: barbarian!kirishima x borrower!reader

summary: when kirishima finds you, a tiny human(?), stealing from his things, he finds that you've stolen his heart as well.

notes: ask, secret life of arriety inspired bc that movie is so cute, yandere kinda

kirishima was sunbathing out in an open field. he had just finished a long treck through the caverns of a dragon. he was finally shutting his eyes.. when he heard a scuffling noise behind him.

he turned around to see.. a small human grabbing all his jewels? a needle keeping your hair held up, a fitted red leotard and leggings encapsulated you as you stuffed thing after thing into your small bag.

at the realization you'd been caught, you'd dropped all your splendors and ran to go back to your home, a hole in the ground.

it was too late though, the barbarian was faster and caught you easily.

he looked you over, sitting you in his palm as he examined.

"do you.. understand me?"

you nodded, feeling odd under his gaze. you were taught to fear people like him, to never let a human see you, to run as fast as you could away.

this guy was making all your red flags go off. sharp teeth? jewelry? tall? he had abs?

"what are you? some kind of elf?"

"i'm a borrower! not some elf!"

"huh? okay.. ms borrower.. why were you stealing my stuff? that's really expensive you know."

"it's what we do! and you can always get more random guy."

"that's not the point-- it's the principle."

"whatever! let me go to my home!"

"what's wrong..?"

he let you down, bending down to the grass to let you scurry to your home.

he turned around, getting ready to lay back down when he heard rushed running back. you tapped on his legs, tears in your eyes.

"[name]. and there's a- a spider. can you kill it for me? it's in my house!" you wailed, clinging to his leg.

"oh. i got you [name], im eijiro, just.. hold on."

he put you on his shoulder, looking at the small hole you called home.

he set off a bit of fire into the hole, killing the spider,

but burning all your things along with it.

".. did you just incinerate all my stuff."

he rubbed the back of his neck. "oops?"

you yelled directly into his ear, making him promise to travel with you until he got back all your stuff.. plus interest.

he agreed, and so it began.

he grew infatuated you to a strange degree, you'd catch him staring at you often, always wanting you in his arms.

you'd be safe that way, he assured you.

if anything so much as made you flinch it'd get incinerated.

it progressed as your travels did, the satchel with your stuff getting bigger and bigger.

he'd make note of all the things you'd like to eat, to do, to read, he'd fill your days with stories and happy memories.

he'd make sure you slept comfortably, foraging cotton and leaves so you'd sleep on a plush bed.

he'd never make you go hungry, adding days worth of travels onto his journey just to get you your favorites.

he'd dress you now too, grabbing flowers and snipping pieces of his fabric to decorate you.

like a little doll.

but his possessive nature grew too, it started only with bugs, but it ended with creatures. other humans too, he'd even hurt one of your own kind.

but it was all for you wasn't it? don't make him feel guilty, you're just so helpless, so small.

you couldn't leave, you needed your stuff back right? you needed him.

you realized, even though you weren't in a cage, you'd been caught.

and you could never escape the barbarian, who was now planning on taking you to his home. forever.

tag: @eyeofthetiger501

[mysicklove-main]

“You’re staring again,” The low voice accuses from underneath the car. You watch his hand pat the concrete, searching for his toolbox, before quickly grabbing the wrench. His hands are black with dirt and oil, probably calloused from the heavy work. 

“Am I not allowed to?” You hum, sitting on your garage cabinet while sipping on some water. 

You watch Eijiro put a screwdriver in his mouth, now using both hands to tighten a bolt. Sweat drips down his temples and onto the floor beneath him. You sigh at the sight.

���It’s distracting” He mumbles around the tool, trying to stay focused on the task at hand.

Kirishimas sanctuary was his garage. He spent a good proportion of the house budget on simply making this area perfect for him. It has everything a guy like him needs, and tons of room for him to work on his hobby. Fixing cars. 

Your hobby conveniently lines up perfectly with his. Watching hot men do manual labor, specifically watching your lover fix cars. So you also spend a great amount of time here.

He was currently under one, but the older truck is being suspended into the air (to your request) so you get a perfect view of him underneath the car dealing with all the technical stuff you cannot understand. You sit there and watch, not giving a damn about the broken car.

He lets out a groan as he tries to secure a pipe into place. You watch his biceps contract and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“You know, it's got to be hot under there. Don't you think you'll be more comfortable if you take off your shirt?” You tease, crossing your legs with a grin on your face.

Though, the black wife beater he was wearing was already making you swoon. And the way it was stuck to his skin? You had to be in heaven.

He glances back at you, taking the screwdriver out of his mouth, before using his arm to wipe some sweat off his face. Black streaks coat his cheeks. “You are looking at me like you are a starved animal,” He laughs, before using his moveable stool to kick back away from under the car toward where you're sitting.

He climbs off the stool, and over to you, while you swing your legs out lazily. He places his hands on the counter on either side of you, trapping you in his hold. You meet his stare, the corner of your mouth picking up in a smile. He is grinning at you, eyes tired from the work, but still pinning you in place.

“Thirsty?” You hum, holding up your cup to his mouth.

His eyes flicker toward the glass and he nods. You tilt the glass upward, watching the way his throat moves as he swallows it down.

When he looks back at you as to say, enough you just continue pouring. The water drips down his face and onto his shirt. He pulls away with a small cough. 

Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. His shirt clinging now completely to his skin, his body glistening from sweat and now the water. This right here is why this is your favorite hobby.

“Really?” He sighs with a small grin, looking down at the black tank top.

You pout dramatically. “Aw, guess you gotta take your shirt off,” You tease, running your fingers up his shirt toward his neck. 

He chuckles low, before blinking slowly at you, leaning forward, and brushing his lips against yours. “Mmm? Can you take it off for me?”

You grin, fingers running up his arm. “Gladly.”

The day ends up like it usually does. With both of you covered in sweat, dirt, and car oil, but you didn’t mind, this is exactly why this is your favorite hobby.

[maroonswan]

Inexperinced!Kirishima being so careful as he fingers your pussy. He speaks softly and often, asking you if you're comfortable, if it feels good, if he's doing a good job while working his thick callused fingers slowly in and out of you.

He is entranced by your reactions, how you sigh and moan, how your body arches encouragingly into his touch.

He listens to your every requests, tenderly working another finger in whenever you whine for more, and he's almost drooling at seeing how wet you are. The feeling of your slick pussy clinching around him is just so enticing as you reach out for him, shaking and begging for him not to stop as his thumb works gentle circles around your clit. Tears of pleasure rolling down your face; he doesn't need anymore words to know your close and how desperately he wants to take you there.

[misssmina]

Remember when you met Eijirou?

You had been attending UA University for a few months now, you’d been having tons of fun.

Maybe a little too much. You may not be in the hero course, but that does not mean you can keep slacking off!

One of your girlfriends convinced you to finally go to the campus gym together.

Good god it was MASSIVE. And not so unexpectedly, it was absolutely full of other students. It was maybe a little (very) intimidating.

The first few workouts you just kept feeling like there were eyes on you. Maybe it was just nerves, you were a little out of practice, after all.

But the next workout you were sure. You were struggling a bit to hit a new squat PR. You were wobbling a bit too much for his comfort.

Next thing you knew, some buff redhead with a goofy smile was helping you bail out. Pointy.

He was happily giving you tips and pointers on your form, routine, protein intake, seemingly anything he could think of.

“The names’ Kirishima Eijirou. I could show you my routine sometime?”

You agreed, he was cute, and you definitely wanted a little help.

Soon you guys were working out together a few times a week. Then you were eating out together every once in a while.

At some point you found yourself dyeing his dark roots his signature bright red. Him sitting between your legs, idly stroking your shins, face masks quickly hardening on your faces.

“Babe, it itchesss.” He whined, looking up at you with those pretty crimson eyes.

“We’re almost done, 10 more minutes, sweet man.”

[foxfracture]

what started as a casual, lowkey makeout sesh on the couch has quickly escalated (like either of you expected anything else) and now kirishima’s making the smallest, most pathetic noises, grunting and gasping as he grinds into your thigh. the sounds only getting more desperate when you grab and tug on his hair.. he gets so hard whenever you manhandle him lmao

[feralfangirll]

Thinking about prohero!Kirishima an unhealthy amount lately 😫 I don’t know who I am anymore… what is this chokehold?

Anyways…

Big fat breeder balls are slapping your clit hard as he fucks his way-to-big dick into your sopping pussy from behind. You aren’t even making intelligible noises anymore. It feels too good and even though you’re in an alleyway off the main road during the quieter hours of the night, you know people can hear you. The unmistakable *shlap shalp* of his nuts on your puffy little pussy echo through the narrow passageway you two had found for a quickie during patrol.

“Quiet down, babe… gunna make the whole neighborhood think you’re being attacked or something…” Kiri pants in your ear but he loves making you loud and dumb like this. He loves that you can’t handle his size no matter how many times you take it. And loves fucking his pretty little slut in alleyways during patrol hours. Makes him feel like a manly hero.

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Kirishima is 100000% the boyfriend that will come up behind you and plonk his cheek on your shoulder to see what you’re doing on your phone. You don’t even jump when he does it now, just sat playing on your phone when you feel a familiar weight on your shoulder.

“Hi baby, how was your day?”

“It was so cool -you can move that yellow candy there- Bakugou and I learned so many cool things in training today,” he rambles happily, careful of his volume.

ACK HE COMES AROUND THE COUCH, CASUALLY PICKS YOU UP AND SITS YOU ON HIS LAP SO HE CAN SMUSH HIS CHEEK NEXT TO YOURS AS YOU PLAY CANDY CRUSH TOGETHER LIKE LITTLE OLD PEOPLE. OCCASIONALLY RUBS YOUR CHEEKS TOGETHER AND PRESSES SMALL KISSES TO YOUR CHEEK AND NECK.

Someone put me down, I’m not normal about him.

[serendipitous-girl]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

⊱✿⊰ summary: you can't sleep and kirishima helps you

⊱✿⊰ warnings: insomnia due to quirk, this is a request so this is specified towards the requester, also it is implied reader has unmedicated adhd

⊱✿⊰ notes: it should be fluffy I think. Idk man It will also be short probably.

Kirishima woke up, which was very strange. Well the strange part was that it was in fact 2 in the morning and Kirishima has never had trouble sleeping through the night before.

Even still, he decided to get out of bed and head to the common room to get a glass of water. As he got closer, he noticed the sounds of the TV on. How weird...why was anyone awake? Having a good sleep schedule is very manly.

"Hey? Anyone out here?" He called out, eyes darting around the room until they landed on his girlfriend in the middle of the room. She was curled up with blankets, her phone in one hand and eyes on the TV.

He walked towards the couch and sat behind her (she was sitting on the floor in front of the TV). "Baby, why're you awake?"

She jumped around, a gasp escaping her lips before she realized it was just Kirishima, her boyfriend.

"Oh, hey! Wanna watch some cartoons? Wait, Kiri, why are you awake?" She asked, moving from the floor to sitting beside him on the couch. He could already tell what she wanted: cuddles from her boyfriend, even if she wouldn't ask for it.

Kirishima wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, letting her rest her head on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair, twirling the strands.

"I just woke up randomly. But you never answered why you're awake." He said, giving her a slight suspicious look, " Plus it seems like you've been awake for awhile."

She paused for awhile, not seeming like she wanted to say. Her eyes watched the floor and her hands interlocked together.

Finally she spoke, "sometimes with my powers, I take too much energy from the sun and I'm too awake to fall asleep."

He nodded and brought her to cuddle with him once more, as he thought about what to do. What was something that could help her sleep?

While he contemplated what to do, he continued to pet her hair, letting her rest her head on his chest. She could feel the soft rise and fall caused by his breathing, the gentle exhales escaping his lips.

When he looked down at her, to his surprise, she had fallen asleep. He chuckled softly, amused he no longer had to find a solution to her sleep. Then of course, per the manly thing to do, he carefully picked her up and carried her to her dorm.

She had left the door unlocked which in hindsight was not a smart decision (especially with Mineta running around) however Kirishima tucked his girlfriend into bed. He kissed her cheek and locked the door behind him.

He hoped she wouldn't have this issue again, but Kirishima knew he was more than willing to help her throughout the night, every night, if needed. He would do anything for his girlfriend.

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