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kingkatsuki · 1 year ago

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Sorry it took me so long to read this but oh my god it was so hot😫 I love Kirishima being so cutesy and innocent to the public but really he’s a nasty slut like us😫 so good!💕

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heavenly | e.kirishima — k-atsukibakugou

summary: you're kirishima's angel, his sweet girl, until the doors are locked. pairing: pro hero!kiri x f!reader w/c: 4.7k warnings: fem!nicknames, characters are 21/22, girly girl descriptors, pet names (princess, angel, sweetheart, bunny, baby), lots of degradation (slut, whore), anal play (f!receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex notes: i'm so shy about this pls don't perceive me thank u @kingkatsuki for ur help on this like literally a year ago this has been in my wips for Too Long, i'm biting the bullet bc im sick of seeing it lmao ao3 • masterlist • recent wips & updates • kofi • askbox

18+ MINORS DNI

“hey, princess.”

the nickname started years ago, back in your u.a days after one halloween where you went above and beyond in a matching costume with tsu, throat adorned in gaudy plastic jewels, a long dress with puffed sleeve cinching at your wrists, cute sparkling shoes on your feet, only just visible under the train, and tsu dressed mostly as herself, with a golden crown atop her hair, your prince charming turned frog. somehow, after knowing the red head five months at this point, this was what he decided to remember you by, hardly hearing your name out of his mouth since that moment. it began a game for the pair of you, eijiro calling out, or cheering on his “princess”, you returning with sweet pet names of your own as you grew more comfortable with him, sometimes calling him “pumpkin”, “cupcake”, “sweetie”, or “cutie”, never sticking to just the one like he did.

the pet names only evolved over your friendship at u.a, ending at graduation when your teary eyes met his and he pulled you into a hug, hand rubbing soothing circles on your back, “what are you crying for, princess?”

“i'm gonna miss hearing that.”

“why would i stop calling you that now?” eijiro seemed innocently confused when he asked it, smiling down at you when he reached to wipe the tears sitting under your eyes, sweet on you as always.

most of your friends were passing cash around behind you as you and eijiro finally moved forward with the crushes that had been blossoming since locking eyes at the entrance exam, some groaning at their losses but all cooing happily at your new relationship.

together for over three years now, the pet name vocabulary had grown exponentially, now you were eijiro's sweetheart, his angel, his baby, his girl, of course his princess, among a few others the media would never hear muttered on the red carpets.

there wasn’t a single doubt he treated you as such, your skin still soft and slightly shimmery from the spa pampering he got you this morning, booking you in for a facial before the gala tonight, your skin glimmering and dewy under the lowlights of the large bar where the rookies gathered to relax as much as heroes could after the red carpet and afternoon packed full of events. your manicured hand rested gently on eijiro’s thigh as you returned to the table at his call, placing another glass down among the various rings of condensation already littering the tabletop.

eijiro stared at you the entire time since you’d walked away from him, his scarlet eyes constantly roaming your body, you were dressed to the nines, your hair and makeup flawless, the pale dress draped over your skin, cinching in all the places that had your lover drooling, and the faux boning beneath your bust lifting your chest to what felt like your chin had his mind reeling.

you smiled warmly back up at him when you noticed him staring at you, glad the important parts of the evening were over, leaving you to daydream about your boyfriend beside you while he socialised, ever the butterfly. the suit he was in leaving nothing to the imagination, the suit jacket abandoned on the back of your chair, certain he’d drape it over your shoulders when you stood to leave, the white button-up shirt he wore beneath it tightening around his bulging biceps with every small gesture he made while excitedly chatting. you weren’t even entirely sure what topic the group had ended up on, all your focus on how he looked, never getting used to the way he cleaned up for these events, more alluring with twice as much skin covered than his hero costume.

floating back down from the clouds, you caught the end of hanta’s story across the table, “– they love the tape, i’m telling you, so many wanna be tied up.”

squeaking, you immediately regretted zoning back into the conversation now, heat travelling up your chest to your cheeks, then burning the very tips of your ears, your eyes darted back down to the colourful drink in front of you, trying to remove yourself from the conversation once again, your boyfriend looking similarly embarrassed with a pink tint under his eyes, choking on the drink in his hand as his friends laughed.

“careful of the two prudes, han,” the electric blond elbowed hanta beside him as they chuckled at the both of you, and your shocked reactions to what your friend had gotten up to the week before, eijiro choking out a rasped “whatever,”, sipping the drink in front of him to rehydrate his dry mouth, only leading his friends around the table to laugh more.

the heat never left your face, your skin glowing from the incessant teasing from the group, paired with the heavy feeling of your boyfriend’s thick fingers tapping against your thigh, the high slit of your dress giving him unfettered access to the hot skin below, making it impossible to say what was making you more hot; the playful jabs or the teasing touches.

most of your u.a friends had already left for the evening, leaving you beside your boyfriend at the table, denki on the other side of you, sero beside him, then katsuki and mina’s empty seat there while she laughed at the bar, immersed in conversation there as your group was at the table; and from the corner of your eye you watched shoto prepare to make a swift irish exit.

giggling at your friend, you turned your attention back to the cocktail in front of you, falling into a daydream once more, your mind wandering to the first time your boyfriend realised the way his pet names got you worked up, at a party similar to this one, celebrating katsuki’s birthday after graduating, you and eijiro settling into the new phase of your relationship after skirting around it for so long.

you’d stuck close to eijiro that night, both of you too infatuated with one another to wander too far from each other's side, his hand hardly leaving your own, and if it did, it was to wrap around your waist or your wrist. the party had ended fairly early, you and eijiro trailing out behind your friends, ever the gentleman, he walked you to your car, leaning against the side of it as he smiled down at you, sharp teeth and red eyes glowing under the moonlight.

“you doin’ anything tomorrow, bunny?” the pet name had you staring up at your boyfriend with wide eyes, your tongue swiping over your lips to rewet them, about to shake your head when his head tilted to the side, “what’s wrong?”

his voice was gravelly after hours of talking and laughing with your friends, low and scratchy in his throat, the deep timbre doing nothing to quell the fire smouldering in your stomach, “no, nothing,”

the quick denial did nothing to make him stop watching you like a hawk, reading into every movement you made, sharp eyes catching the way you squeezed your thighs together. he flashed his teeth at you in a hungry smile, leaning his hands either side of you on the cool metal of the car, taking one step closer into the lamplight with you, “have i always done that, baby?”

“done what?” your question is hushed, your eyes darting back and forth between his the closer he got, “made you squirm like that,”

dipping his head, you tilted your chin up to catch his lips, staring dumbly up at him when he tilted his away, “made you get that cute, dumb look.”

he laughed at the way you pouted up at him, trying your hardest to defend yourself when he made you squirm more and more between his body and the car door the more he spoke, leaning down to place one kiss beneath your ear, “didn’t know you were such a dirty girl for me.”

it snowballed from there, dropping more and more pet names each time he saw you, teasing you again and again for the love drunk look you got, addicted to watching the thoughts melt from your mind the first time he whispered “whore,” in your ear, his voice low, sending chills down your spine until he had the same spine arched into him, your pussy creaming around his cock, bent over the couch in his apartment–

“princess?” there was that nickname again, your glazed eyes locking back onto his crimson ones, staring at your love drunk reflection, wide eyes, glowing cheeks and heaving chest in all your glory mirrored back in his pupils.

“sorry?”

“you wanna sleep at mine tonight?” oh, there was that twinkle in his eye, looking his usual happy-go-lucky self to his friends surrounding him, and to any other hero glancing over, but you knew him as well as you knew yourself, that sparkle eijiro’s way of reminding you you’d be out of that dress far quicker than you got into it. without another word, you nodded, the luxurious necklace gracing your chest shaking with the movement, his pointed teeth flashing in a happy smile as bright as sunlight.

this had become a bit of a routine when you or eijiro got a little heated at these events, the pair of you standing from your chairs, eijiro draping his jacket over your shoulders, and his calloused hand clasped in yours. Both of you beaming at anyone you came across, bidding them a happy goodbye before making your exit, politely waving to the remaining media calling for a photo of you and red riot, flashes catching your bright smiles, and casting rainbow reflections from your jewellery. after a few more minutes walk towards eijiro’s parked car, you were finally away from the crowds and cameras, you took your chance to lean further into him, one hand still in his, your other wrapping around his bicep, squeezing it with a giggle when he detoured down a small alleyway between towering buildings.

shrouded in the dark, your lover spun you by your wrist until he had you cornered against the rough wall, tearing a gasp from your throat when you bounced against the wall, his mouth meeting your open one in a messy kiss, breaking away only to take a deep breath, muscular chest heaving with adrenaline.

“you’re such a fucking tease in that dress, bunny, already look fucked out from a few kisses, imagine what you’ll look like taking my cock, baby.” his sharp features were emphasised by the dark shadows being cast down onto him, red eyes glowing from the shadows. biting your bottom lip to muffle a low groan at his teasing words, you stood higher in the heels to try and catch his lips once more, whining softly at him when he tilted his head away from you, smirking down at your attempt, pushing you back down where he wanted you with a strong hand settled beneath your jaw.

“gonna ruin that pretty face, aren’t i, slut?” all his white teeth on display with the evil smile he gave you, his hand on your jaw making your head nod as you froze staring at him, the vulgarity of him something you never got used to, the first time he degraded you in such a way getting the same reaction now, your brain turning to mush and your skin burning, lightning firing between atoms, your body feeling like it was floating among clouds. brain kickstarting once more, your nod grew more eager, the sturdy hero towering over you laughed at your desperate reaction to his filthy mouth.

stepping back from you, eijiro pulled you by your wrist into him again, letting his lips crash to yours and his arm wrap around your waist, keeping you close as you melted into his kiss, sharing only a few more passionate moments stumbling down the alley until you reached the sleek car at the end. ever chivalrous, eijiro dropped your hand to reach for the door handle, holding it open and helping his pretty girl in with his other hand around your waist, flashing a saccharine smile down at you through the tinted windows once you, and your dress, were safely in the car.

shifting uncomfortably, you kicked the high heels off of your feet, as eijiro settled into the drivers seat beside you letting your head roll back onto the smooth, leather headrest, the pins in your hair poking your head but you were too lost in the relief of losing your shoes, melting into the soft chair with a breathy sigh of relief. the noises only repeating with each pin you pulled from your hair, a higher pitched exhale travelling straight from eijiro’s ears to his cock, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles while he tried to keep his attention on the road ahead instead of your lust-driven movements in the corner of his eye; your manicured fingertips drawing shapes over the plush skin of your exposed thigh, dragging the material ever higher on your body.

“Is my little whore’s so desperate she can’t wait?” he belittled, his heavy breathing betraying his desire to replace your hands with his own hot palms, but wanted to hear you whimpering with a dumbstruck smile at his filthy, degrading comments nonetheless. your fingertips grazed your clothed core, wanting nothing more to pull the distracting fabric aside to stroke your aching clit, your cheeks burning hotter at the thought of his large fingers atop yours, although more in lustful heat than embarrassment at this stage of the night.

“need your cock, ei,” voice whiny, you didn’t miss the smile that lit up his face at your vulgar response, finally his perverted girl knocking her halo aside to make room for the devilish horns you grew when you got wet. “there she is.”

“been thinking of it all night, can’t wait anymore, ei, thinkin’ how you fill me up so fucking good.” your words turned to mindless chatter, your fingertips pressing lewdly against the soaked fabric between your thighs, not going any further than teasing yourself, needing your lover to be the one to fill your pussy for the first time tonight.

“my pussy needs you, red, you hear how wet she is?” it was his turn to groan and drop a hand from the wheel to squeeze his throbbing cock, his luxurious suit pants tenting, straining around the fat muscle between his legs.

raising your hips off the smooth leather, you made quick work of dragging the obstructive panties off your body, sliding them down your legs to pull off at your ankles, reaching down to catch the sopping material, throwing it in your boyfriends direction, smiling coyly at the growl you got in return. eijiro caught them in one hand of course, trying not to let his eyes cross at the feeling of the slippery material between his fingers, mentally shouting to focus on driving and not the image of you hiking up the skirt of your dress in his peripherals.

turning one last corner to his street, you had just enough time to suck the tips of your fingers into your mouth, wetting them with your saliva, too eager to wait any longer, pressing the wet digits to your sensitive clit with a long drawn out moan at the relief you finally felt, the ache building deep inside you finally dulling in place of the electricity thrumming beneath your skin. you bite your painted lip, your fingers not enough to truly start the chase of your orgasm, only to make you moan in the perfect pitch to drive the scarlet hero to the perfect level of insane. eijiro was darting out of the parked car before you could even bat your eyelashes sweetly at him, throwing open the passenger door while you sucked your fingers clean. before another heated moment could pass between you both, you were being pulled up by a hardened hand around your sparkling wrist, and the doors locked with a chirp behind you.

you giggle behind a manicured hand at his hasty behaviour, your panties haphazardly sticking out of his suit pocket while he fumbled with the keys to finally grip the one that would give him the freedom to tear off the dress that has had his mouth watering for hours already.

“you in a rush for something, baby?” you teased, nails raking up his chest to toy with the button beneath his throat, ignoring the daggers your boyfriend shot you, the look meant to bring villains to their knees, instead having you swooning. leaning an exposed shoulder on the cool glass beside the door he was struggling to unlock, you drank him in, barely contained frustration threatening to tear him apart at the seams. you reached behind you to brush your hair away from the zip of your dress at the nape of your neck, dragging the metal down the track, whining breathily again when you didn’t get quite the reaction you wanted from eijiro, “it’s so hot tonight, don’t you wanna get that suit off already?”

his stormy, carmine eyes flicked to you again, pointed teeth bared when he kicked the door open with a shined dress shoe, one hand pulling the keys back out of the lock, throwing them god knows where in the house, and his free hand pulling at your waist as your dress loosened with every inch lower the zip travelled. soft fabric bunched at your waist and draping over his arm, exposing more of your bare skin to him under the dim light as he dragged you inside, leading you with a firm grasp.

“you think you’re cute teasing me, baby? you’re about to look so much cuter all spread out and whimpering on my cock.”

a flash of shock contorted your grin before you recovered, never getting used to the filth that tumbled from his lips the moment his cock got hard. eijiro ate it up, forcing you against the back of the door with a strong hand clamped down on your hip, tearing at your dress, hungry eyes glowering down at you. bitten lips finally found their place slotted against his again, hot, needy kisses tearing the breath from your throat, greedy hands still pawing and pulling at the fabric, eijiro impatiently resorting to sliding his calloused hands under the skirt of your dress when the garment didn’t drop from your body fast enough. the rough scrape of his hands on your tender thighs and ass had your head dropping back on the door, naked chest heaving with deep breaths in an attempt to recover from the intensity of his kiss.

you squealed as his hands finally waded through the pounds of fabric to stroke his fingers along your soaking folds, his mouth wandering down your neck and collarbones the moment your lips left his, canines nipping at glistening skin until every muscle in his body froze while all of yours squirmed beneath him.

“oh, you whore.” his degrading words were emphasised by a barked laugh when he found the small toy nestled in your wet hole, the pretty iridescent heart plug small enough to be comfortable for a couple hours for these hero gigs, and big enough to have your pussy drooling.

“my girl, looking like such an angel tonight with a plug in her ass, hm? god, what would our friends think.” his last sentiment was nearly silent, murmured against the shell of your ear, a shiver passing through your body at his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin. eijiro flashed an evil smile down at you, lips curling to show off pointed teeth ready to tear at your unmarred flesh, strong hands dragging you off the door to spin you around until your face was pressed to the hard wood of the door, your legs swiftly kicked apart.

“i’m gonna fuck you like the dirty girl you act like, princess, you want that?”

you can’t remember a time you’ve nodded so enthusiastically in your life, your nerves burning with desperation, certain you were about to combust with the need growing within you. he pressed his thick body against yours, unbothered when your slick spreading over the front of his expensive pants, instead, eagerly grinding his clothed cock against your sopping pussy, staring down at your full ass with thirst pooling in his eyes.

“please, hurry and fuck me, ive been dripping thinking about it all night.” your voice was on the verge of a sob, unable to control your volume and pitch as you begged, your hips bucking against nothing at every ghost of a touch. Your ears perked, hearing the slow purr of his pants being unzipped, hyperfocusing on each tiny movement and sound behind you, his thick fingers only a breath away from filling you the way you needed, “say it again, how much you need me.”

his voice was deep and gruff, the sound of it forcing every other thought from your mind to make way for horny babble.

“please, you know i need your cock, my pussy needs you, baby, been waiting all day.” you mindlessly babbled, reaching behind you to stroke his throbbing cock, guiding his head into you, “feel how much i need you, ei.”

your voice wasn’t a decibel above a whisper at this stage, your flawless face smearing foundation against the door while you pushed your hips back to sink slowly further down eijiro, the pair of you melting together inch by inch, both moaning in a low pitch you didn’t even know you could achieve when finally his entire, fat cock was buried inside you.

“yes, ei, ‘m so full.” your voice was a heavenly choir singing in his ears, no matter how muffled you sounded pressed against the wooden door, blushed cheek squished flat, your ruined makeup the last on your list of concerns. eijiro groaned into your naked shoulder, lips parting to respond to your chatter, but only a groan escaping him when you arch your back ever-so-slightly, pulling him deeper inside you. he wants to savour the moment, admire the way you look stretched around him, cute butt plug twinkling in the dim moonlight streaming in, once flawless dress now a mussed bunch around your waist, and of course your plush parted lips repeating his name; but the part of him that gave into your every wish was undefeated, bullying that part away the same way his cock bullied into your hole.

“tell me how you want me, sweetheart.”

“deep, baby, need to feel you everywhere,” you circled your hips against him, spreading more of your silky wetness on his suit.

“everywhere?” you nod again, big, shining eyes glancing over your shoulder at his pleasured face, his usually spiked red hair hanging over his face while he stared down to where your bodies were joined, “uh huh, baby, i’m yours, just your little slut, ei, my pussy belongs to you.”

one strong hand stays holding your hip to his, the other pressing a firm thumb to the gem, pushing it against the fat of your ass, “an’ what about here, princess?”

relishing in the way your breath caught in your throat, eijiro couldn’t resist tugging on the plug, just to let it return to its place while you stuttered over your response, “yes, yes, yes ei, everything is for you – my pussy, my throat, my ass, anytime you want it.”

you were still deliriously babbling after that, eijiro toying with the plug a moment longer, most of what tumbled from your glossed lips indiscernible between the moans of the intense pleasure he inflicted on you with even the smallest rut of his hips.

“again, bunny.”

“‘m your dumb bunny, red, been waiting for this all day, waitin’ for you to fill up my pussy, get my mascara running–”

before your sentence was finished, his hips were snapping to yours, muscular hips slapping against the fat of your ass while his hands dragged your hips to meet his, your filthy cries devolving to a symphony of lewd moans. panting, he tried to keep his hips from stuttering, your dirty talk having just as much of an effect on him as his pet names had on you. eijiro’s hands travelled over the fat of your ass once again, warm palms spreading your cheeks, garnet eyes fixed on your dripping holes, “so filthy, angel.”

hardened fingers squeezed your pillowy ass, leaving half-moon indents in your skin, marks he was sure to admire when he played with the plug, tugging it out as he’d sink his cock back into your soaking pussy, repeating the same motions three more times before pulling it entirely from your ass on the fourth, admiring your clenching muscle when he dropped the plug aside, a growled curse spilling from his lips.

eijiro’s deft fingers slipped over your skin to collect your creamy wetness on his fingertips, marvelling at your quiet gasp when you felt the cool of it at your tight ass, soon to tear another, louder, moan from you when he fucks his fingers into your asshole in time with his cock stretching out your pussy.

“keep actin’ like that at these events, angel, ‘n everyone’s gonna find out how dirty my girl is, i’ll have all three of your holes filled at once, yeah? you'll show off all those pretty sounds they think you're incapable of making, but i get you moaning like a dumb whore, don't i, bunny?” your eyes cross, drunk on how he feels, the way he sounds, the smell of his cologne, his quick, skilled movements forcing you closer and closer to cumming on him, your pussy already leaking cum, dripping down the base of his cock to the hardwood floor.

eijiro releases his vice-like hold your hip to brace himself against the door, fucking into you only twice more until your mouth was dropping open in a silent scream, your lover ripping an intense orgasm from you, your breath catching in your chest while you squirmed, hips blindly bucking back onto him.

“one more for me, princess, you look so good for me.” you tried to shake your head, every slip of his finger over your skin making you tremble, your legs weak, but any disapproving noise you tried to make only came out as high, garbled moans. eijiro fucked you faster now, deeper, the head of his cock poking at a spot inside you that had you shivering, clawing at the door you were pinned against. your moans quickly turned to a mantra of his name, overwhelmed by everything him.

“ei, ei, ei, ei, ei.” all you could say, your hips bouncing off his with every powerful thrust from him, your hand falling from the door to swirl around your puffy clit blissfully, the moment your fingertips made contact, your core clenched around him, the squeal previously stuck in your throat loud and clear now when the clear stream of liquid dropped onto the smooth floor, settling in a puddle beneath you.

eijiro leaned further into you, pushing you harder into the door, your cheek beginning to ache, but still you moaned like a bitch in heat, arching your back when he fucked you sloppily, fingertips stroking the skin inside you keeping his hand separated from his slick cock buried in your pussy, rutting in and out of you until his muscular body was bearing down on yours, chest to your back, hips to your ass, face to your neck when he came right after you with a raspy moan of your name, a rock hard hand seconds away from splintering the doorframe.

you both took a long moment to settle, staying tangled with one another while you caught your breath; eijiro only gently withdrawing his fingers from your clenching hole, and his cock from your overly sensitive pussy, when you’d stopped trembling. with your forehead pressed to the back of the door, heart eyes squeezed shut, eijiro didn’t even try to hide his coy smile at each sinful sound you made, inch by inch, soft, breathless whimpers, your body slumping against the door when you were left without his strength holding you up.

the hand resting on the door jamb slid down the wood to grip your waist, holding you up while your jelly-like legs still adjusted, “god, your cunt looks so pretty after she’s used by me, doesn’t she?”

your chest flushed hot, reaching behind you to bat at his shoulder, the red-head chuckling when you missed, dodging your half-hearted attempt with a side step away from you to pad into the kitchen in search of a cloth, “don’t call it that, ei!”

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kingkatsuki · 2 years ago

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You ask Kirishima over to help you fix a broken shelf because you want to have sex, and he proceeds to come over and fix the shelves.

#is so proud of himself about it too #but he doesn’t see the signs!!!#your fuck me eyes are lost on him #poor sweet boy #red daddy riot

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kingkatsuki · 1 year ago

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I’m gonna be back with a full screaming review tomorrow but I’m about to pass out right now. Just know

'Do you think that bothers me, sweetheart?'

Took me the fuck out.

Don't Ask, Don't Get

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Talk of Losing Virginity, Virgin!Reader, FuckBoy!Kirishima-ish, Suggestive, Teasing, Word Count: 1.1k.

Summary: Kirishima has a reputation. You still have your virginity. How about that, huh?

A/N: Did I finally write something after all this time? Yes. Is it also mostly unfinished and very short? Also, yes. Will there be a part two? Maybe.

The clock on the wall ticks. It's an ugly thing, gimmicky, with thick, oddly carved arms poking out from either side. For a moment you just watch it, listening to the rhythmic beat of its arms as they shift counting down one minute, then two. You squint. It's ten minutes early, like someone has deliberately set the time to induce a constant state of minor panic.

Which is, from where you're sitting, pretty damn unneeded.

Perched on the edge of the bed, you feel pretty out of place amongst the scattered dumbbell weights and hanging medals. It's to be expected, of course. After all, this isn't your room and it's certainly not your bed.

No.

It's the bed of a boy.

And, not just any boy...

Kirishima Eijirou leaves the bathroom encased in a thick layer of steam. His hair is wet, having just showered, and down, it's ends tickling the tanned skin of his shoulders. The towel around his waist is tied poorly, dipping so low on his hips that the start of his dense thicket of pubic hair is clearly visible. He rakes a hand through his hair causing the muscle of his bicep to tense and the meat of his pec to stretch and jiggle.

It makes your stomach feel funny.

'So...' Flashing his signature bright smile, he digs a hand into the curve of his hip drawing your eye to the defined dips there. 'What did you want to talk about?'

I…’ You clear the dryness from your throat. ‘I was talking to Mina.’

‘Oh no.’ Kirishima grins. His eyebrows arc playfully on his forehead.

His mood is infectious and you find yourself sharing his smile; you’re not sure you’d be able to resist it if you tried. There’s something about him that makes you feel at ease, allowing you to sink deeper into his mattress as a girlish chuckle slips from your lips. ‘She…’ You swallow. ‘Well, we were talking and -.’

Kirishima rolls his shoulders, causing his still wet skin to shine softly in the light.

The motion steals your thoughts and ruins your confidence. ‘She said she knew you in middle school…’ You cringe. It’s not a lie. That was how the conversation had started after all. How it had ended, however and the reason you’d found yourself in Kirishima’s room at almost midnight on a Tuesday in your only pair of fancy, matching underwear… Was a different matter entirely.

If he notices the sudden, awkward detour in the conversation, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he laughs. A full bodied rumble vibrates through his chest, eliciting a chuckle that is half-kitten, half-avalanche. ‘Yeah. I was - uh - I was pretty different back then.’

You know. You’ve seen pictures on Mina’s phone. Back then, Kirishima had been small, with a mop of black hair and a smile that never saw the light. It’s a far cry from who he is now… Big, bright and boisterous. 'Yeah...'

'Did you and Mina talk about anything else?' He cocks an eyebrow, his large palms digging into the flesh of his hips.

'Yeah, we... We -.' You can feel his gaze on you, gentle and piercing all at once, but he doesn't force you to talk. Instead, he waits, patient, with that smile on his face that makes you want to know what it would be like to sit on it.

There's a sparkle in his eyes when he licks over his lower lip and rumbles. 'C'mon, you know you can just ask, right?'

All of the embarrassment in your body flames in your face. You can feel it bubbling there, threatening to make you do something stupid as you look up at the boy with a too bright smile and a cock that you've been promised will ruin you. 'I -.'

Taking a measured step forward, Kirishima leaves barely an inch between your knees. His smile is still blinding, but now, there's something new wedged in-between his teeth. 'You know...' Nudging at your knee with his, he encourages open your legs and steps between them. 'Mina and I have known each other forever.' Reaching down, he hooks a finger underneath your chin and presses his thumb to the bump of your lower lip. 'We talk too.'

A shiver breaks out down your spine making you feel too hot and too cold all at once. The hold he has on your face, although gentle, feels like a choke hold. The pads of his fingers calloused, keeping you easily at his mercy. 'I -.'

'So, just ask.'

His new proximity makes you dizzy as one million and on thoughts are sent speeding through your head at once. It's hard to think, hard to comprehend anything that isn't the rough of Kirishima's hand and the purr of his voice as he looks down on you sweetly, waiting with a patience you'd thought impossible. Swallowing, you loosen your tongue, but what leaps from your mouth is far from the question you'd wanted to ask. 'I'm a virgin.'

'Yeah?'

The bright sparkling you'd mistaken for curiosity has returned to his eyes, but now, there's something else laced within their red seas. It makes your chest tight and your pulse sink, migrating lower than you've ever felt it before. Instead of answering, you nod.

'Do you think that bothers me, sweetheart?' He coos. The hand curled under your chin tips, forcing your face further up. From this position, there's no avoiding his eye, forcing you to gaze right at him as he smirks.

A whine breaks through the seam of your lips, surprising even you as you feel yourself beginning to slip. You've never felt like this, both helpless and secure at the same time, but the way his eyes seem to glow when he looks at you has you treading air. He hasn't even touched you yet.

His eyes burn dark, hungry, as he lets his gaze slip down your body. A cool smirk itches at the side of his mouth, pulling his lip just enough to expose the ends of sharp teeth. As if reading your thoughts, Kirishima taps his thumb against your lip. Leaning down, he closes in until he can feel the soft pants of your breath fan against his cheeks.

'Because it doesn't.'

You squeak. His cheeks have warmed, giving his boyish charm an added highlight as the vulgarity slips easily from his tongue. It contrasts with the sweetness still lingering in his smile, promising so much more than his boyish charm.

'Use your words... C'mon, tell me what you want.'

'I...' You swallow. Between the heat already building in your stomach and the embarrassment coiled low, you're tongue tied, but you know you're not going to get what you want without asking for it – he's made that more than clear. 'I... I - want you to fuck me...'

He chuckles, tilting his head. 'Yeah?..'

You fidget in the space he leaves. 'Please?'

'Oh.' Kirishima's eyes blow wide, a wicked smile pulling at the edge of his lip. 'Look at you using your manners...' He licks at his teeth. 'I think we're going to have a lot of fun, Sweetheart.'

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luveline · 11 months ago

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hiiiiiiiii jade! <3

would you be willing to write a fic about girl dad!spencer x bombshell!reader? i can only imagine what an adorable riot their daughter would be!!!

tysm!

ty for requesting!! mom!reader

Spencer always thought you were too beautiful for him. Too funny, too brave, too confident. For years he feared he’d never be anyone you could love; he was the opposite of all your best parts, he talked too much about the wrong things, he went red whenever you so much as looked at him, and he couldn’t flirt back, not for anything.

But it’s been a very long time since he felt that way. What good is a father who doesn’t believe in being yourself? Amanda deserved to be loved from the moment she drew breath, and he shouldn’t have been any different.

Now, though, he’s wondering if he shouldn’t be so accepting of all her whims. “I am not wearing that, daddy,” she says.

She’s just old enough to put together sentences but young enough that the individual words sound like building blocks, chunky and clumsy on her little mouth. Her lips are yours, her smiles and frowns one hundred percent you. (Though you argue with him often that the quizzical pout she does is all his.)

“What do you mean, angel?” he asks, bent over her sock drawer looking for a matching pair.

“This is pink, and this is purple.” She points.

“Yes, and you like pink and purple!”

“I like pink… and I like purple,” she says.

“But not together?” he asks knowingly. “You want them at different times, is that it?”

She runs for his legs, hugging them tightly. “Thank you.”

“You’re so much like your mommy it’s scary,” he whispers playfully, leaning down to pat her small back. “Okay, angel. I’ll find you a different dress to wear. Or maybe the dungarees!”

She lifts her chin up to smile at him. “Y’okay.”

“Spencer, Amy!” you call, voice carrying from the kitchen. “Are you guys ready? We have to go soon and you haven’t even eaten!”

Spencer used to sit at his desk daydreaming about you. He’d drink five cups of tea a day to get to walk past you for the kitchenette, hoping you’d be making a coffee, that you’d flirt with him over corporate rewarded donuts. Now you’re making him breakfast as he persuades your daughter into jelly shoes because she wants tall shoes like mommy. They compromise —Any will wear the wrong shoes if Spencer agrees to carry her to the kitchen table.

“Sorry,” Spencer says as he pushes open the door into the kitchen. He's trying to be the best dad he can be all the time, but he doesn’t have a knack for the mornings like you do. “We won’t be late.”

“That depends on how agreeable my lovely girl is feeling today.” You pick up the pink plastic plate you’ve filled with eggs, toast, and a mix of washed berries. “What do you think, Amy? Looks nummy?”

“Chocolate chip?” she asks, eyes already widening.

“It’s breakfast, honey,” you say, scooping her out of Spencer’s arm to carry her to the table. “Chocolate chips are for dinner.”

“Please?”

“If you promise to be really super duper good at Uncle Derek’s, then yes, you can have some chocolate chips,” you say, tucking her chair in, and kissing her chubby cheek. “You want me to make you milk or juice, mm?”

Spencer spots the two plates you’ve made up for you and him on the counter and quickly brings them to the table, sliding yours in front of you with a long-pronged fork, his hand on your shoulder to keep you in your seat. “I’ll get it,” he says, ducking down to kiss you on the side of the mouth.

You turn to Amy. “See that, sweetheart? See how nice and kind your daddy is to me? He’s soooo nice. This is why we love him so much, and we appreciate him so much.”

Amy nods emphatically, blueberries tumbling off of her plastic fork. “So much,” she echoes, her voice like melting sugar.

He has a weird moment by the fridge where he has to grip the handle. “You know I used to dream about making you a cup of coffee in the mornings?” he asks.

“Spencer, come over here and kiss me again, please,” you say, sympathetic and fond.

“Me too!” Amy says through fruit. “Me first.”

“Oh, gosh, this is one of the hardest decisions of my life,” he says, sweeping in to dot your cheeks with kisses, hers then yours, three apiece.

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 4 months ago

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Some angst to fluff of himbo kiri finding out reader is pregnant?-🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️

Red Riot: Unbreakable Baby Daddy

Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Eijiro Kirishima x Fem Reader! 💋

Genre: Angst to Fluff, Romance, Pregnancy, Smut

CW: MDNI!, A18+, PIV, pregnancy sex, oral, lemon, profanity

Link to My Master List

Well, shit.

You stand in your apartment bathroom nervously tapping your foot as you re-read the pregnancy test instructions. Plus sign means positive. Minus sign means negative. You grab the test with clumsy hands and it almost goes sailing into the toilet – almost. You manage to catch it before it hits the porcelain throne and you scramble to read it again. There, on the cheap drugstore pregnancy test, is the faintest of plus signs.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Okay – gotta think this through. Have you always wanted a baby? Yes. But are you ready for a baby now!?

Your mind whirs through all of the details of your life – steady partner? Check. Reliable source of income? Check. Decent living space? Check.

Sure, you’re a little younger than you would have liked, but to hell with it – you have everything you need to bring a baby into this world. So why the heck not!?

A baby! You’re going to have a baby. And not just any baby – Eijiro Kirishima’s baby.

You laugh giddily and race out of the bathroom to get your phone. It’s lying on the floral Ikea bedspread where you left it.

You click open your home and see your background is currently an image of Keanu Reeves from John Wick. Oh. That’s right – you had swapped our your usual background pic of Kirishima for this image last night. After you two had fought for an hour.

Your petty revenge on Eijiro has always been to change your phone background to a hot, skinny actor. It always drives him a little crazy – he hates to see you lust over other celebrities. Especially the slim, emo looking ones – it always makes him a little on edge that his big muscular himbo body might no longer be your taste. It’s petty of you, and maybe even a little mean playing into your boyfriend’s insecurities like this…but it’s really the only ammo you have against him when you’re annoyed or angry. Of all the things a person could do to get back at their partner for something, having Keanu as your phone background doesn’t seem so bad.

You swipe to unlock your phone and pull up your last conversation with Kiri. You know you need to tell him ASAP, but the two of you haven’t spoken since your blowout the night before. It’s not as if you’ve broken up or anything, but you both needed some space.

You think back to the argument. The two of you rarely fight, but this particular quarrel had been festering for months. Kirishima maintains in public that he’s single. He refuses to put you in the spotlight, worrying that in announcing he’s “involved” with you, he’ll be putting you in harm’s way. He’s put away so many villains over the past decade, and he fears that they would come after you as revenge on Red Riot.

For months you’ve been telling him you’re ready to take on the risk. The two of you have been a couple for 3 years now. When he refuses to acknowledge that he has a girlfriend in the press, it makes you feel insecure. Does he not take this relationship seriously? Does he not think that you two are capable of going the distance? In private, he worships the ground you walk on, but is that all just for show when you’re alone?

The night before, you had expressed these fears and doubts, practically begging Eijiro to call his publicist and break the news that Japan’s Sturdy Hero is taken and off the dating market.

Aside from your personal insecurities, you hate seeing the way that women endlessly flirt with Eijiro in public. They ask for selfies, wrapping their hands around his thick biceps and planting chaste kisses on his chiseled cheek. Eijiro, being the manly hero he is, always vehemently shuts down their advances. But you always wonder, if the right pretty woman were to come along and ask for a date – would he say yes?

Despite your anxieties, Red Riot is unwaveringly loyal, and would never entertain the thought of cheating. But that doesn’t stop the media from insinuating that he’s dating a new super model or Pro Hero every other week. You hate seeing him plastered on magazines in the grocery store, photoshopped next to a Top 20 hero with a nice rack and a thousand watt smile.

You think back to the argument last night, replaying it in your head like an old film reel.

You had stood in your tiny apartment kitchen, cleaning up after a delicious dinner the two of you had cooked together. Earlier that day, you had seen a tabloid at the mall showing off a particularly salacious photo of Red Riot after a particularly gruesome battle – half of his uniform had been torn off, revealing budging muscles and his dark happy trail that disappeared into his work pants. The image showed your boyfriend sitting on the edge of an ambulance as a pretty nurse smiled up at him and wrapped up a wound on his arm. The tabloid had a flashy title splashed across the cover “Red Riot Finds Love in the Field!?” You had begrudgingly purchased the magazine, bringing it home so you could show Kiri how ridiculous the media is getting, and how much it bothers you.

“Look at this, Eij. I have to see these all the time.” You toss the magazine in his direction and he catches it, smirking at the image on the cover.

“Wow, how did they even get that picture? I didn’t see any press at that fight.” He wonders, flipping through to the article. “’Chivalrous Hero Red Riot does it again – defeats the villain and seemingly gets the girl. Did we see sparks between the sturdy hero and the pretty EMT patching him up? Sources on the ground say he asked the emergency worker to dinner to thank her for her efforts.’ Wow, babe, you’re totally right. They’re absolutely making shit up about me. But hey – I do think I look pretty good in this pic, don’t you?”

He cocks an eyebrow and holds the article up for you to see – you didn’t see this picture earlier. You had been too angry to look at the actual article. The image shows Eijiro standing strong in his hero gear – his arms are crossed and a confident smile sparkles across his handsome face. The picture turns you on a bit – you always love the way he has learned to own the spotlight, to look unbreakable in the face of danger. It’s one of the reasons why you love him so damn much – his confidence in tough situations. You know that it took a lot of work for him to get to this point – he used to second guess himself so much when he was younger. But Eijiro had put in the time and the work in building his self esteem and his hero career, and now he is able to save people with a grin on his face. You’re so damn proud of the strong, capable hero he’s become.

You push down your arousal and get back to the point. “Yeah, babe. You always look great. But look…the point is I don’t like the way that they are always trying to ship you with whatever woman is in your vicinity. It really hurts me.” You pause, looking away from the article and getting back to washing your dishes in the sink. You pass a wet dish to Eijiro which he dries wordlessly before placing it in your dish cabinet. “I want you to tell people about me – I want to be part of your life in every way possible. Babe…please.”

“No.” He says soundly, before rattling off all of the reasons why he doesn’t want your relationship public. The two of you continue washing and drying dishes together as you talk.

“But Katsuki and Izuku’s relationship is public! Kyoka and Denki! Shoto and YaMomo!” You say accusatorily, shutting off the faucet as you finish washing the final bowl. You shove it into his chest pointedly and stalk off to the living room. He dries the bowl and places it on the counter before following. You plop down on the couch and cross your arms. Eijiro is giving you a weird, stricken look. He doesn’t want to be having this conversation.

“Babe. I’m gonna say something that’s going to really piss you off. But I need you to understand if from my point of view. All of our couple friends…well, yeah they can be public about their relationships. Because they’re all Pro Heroes. And you’re…well, you know. You’re not. You’re a citizen who never worked to develop your quirk and you have no true combat experience. It’s different with all of them.”

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and anger. “So what!?” You practically yell, hating to be reminded that you’re the only one in your boyfriend’s massive friend group who isn’t a Hero. “What does that matter? You think I can’t take care of myself!?”

“No, it’s not that. I just want you to think about the training we all have and the threats we face everyday. All of our friends can go toe to toe with the worst super villains known to society. So if some goon came after them looking for revenge…they would be able to deal with it. But babe…you’re not a Pro. I don’t want to get you involved in anything dangerous or scary. I need you to understand that and see if from my perspective.” He goes quiet, looking at you for an answer.

You’re furious. You can kind of understand where he’s coming from here, but whatever stretch of understanding you have is buried under pure undiluted rage.

“So your saying our relationship isn’t the same as all of your friend’s relationships? Ours isn’t worth celebrating and having public?”

“No, that’s not it at all! Babe. You are the most precious thing in my life and I do not want to put you in jeopardy. I need you to understand that.” He says pleadingly.

“I’m tired of seeing all those hot Pro Heros hanging on you and flirting with you on talk shows! I am sick of being quiet and watching other women fawn all over you like you’re some sort of man whore.”

“Y/N…you know that I don’t like getting that attention and that it makes me uncomfortable. I’ve been trying to set boundaries with my fans and co-workers and I do feel like people are starting to get more respectful about touching me. Babe, I know you don’t like that and I’m really pushing back when women get close to me out in the field. Please believe me.”

You do. Of course you believe him. But if everyone just knew about your existence, you’re sure they would back the fuck away from your boyfriend.

“Eij. I believe you and I understand where you’re coming from. But I’m so tired of feeling like I’m some kind of dirty secret. I’m just so angry right now, I don’t think I can talk about this anymore tonight. Just…leave.” You’re getting a stress headache. You pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes in an attempt to stave off the pain, but it just gets worse. You walk away, leaving him sitting on the couch and looking upset.

He calls out after you, but doesn’t follow. “Y/N! I just wish you really understood why I want to keep this private. Please.”

A few minutes later, you hear the door slam closed behind him. You don’t text or call each other for the rest of the night.

But none of that matters now. That stupid argument is nothing - not now that Eijiro’s baby is growing deep inside you. You shriek with excitement. You need to let your boyfriend know ASAP. He’s leaving on a big mission soon, and you need to make sure you catch him before he goes into his next strategy session with Katsuki, Sero and Izuku.

You scramble to swipe open your stupid screensaver and pull up your contacts. You hit Kirishima’s name and let it ring, bringing the phone to your ear with giddy excitement.

The phone rings and rings. Finally, you hear your boyfriend’s gravely voice pick up on the other end.

“…hello?” He sounds annoyed.

“Eijiro. I need you to come over to my apartment…like, ASAP.”

His voice instantly looses its cold edge. “What’s wrong? Y/N – is everything alright?”

“Yes. I mean, no. I mean…I’m not sure! But I need you here right now. It’s urgent.”

“Is it about our fight last night? Because I’m still upset about it, but I am sorry if I minimized your feelings. I really can’t leave right now, we’re about to go and - ”

“Eij.” You cut him off midsentence. “I wouldn’t be asking you to leave work if it weren’t super important.”

He sighs, breathing out heavily into the phone receiver. “Okay. Give me 20 minutes.”

“Got it.”

He hangs up. It’s a mark of how upset he still is that he doesn’t end the call with his usual “Love you, sweetheart.” But you don’t care. You have a feeling that what you have to tell him will change everything.

The next 20 minutes are gonna feel like the longest of your life. You feel like you’re bursting at the seams with the news of your positive pregnancy test. You dance and twirl around the little apartment, using your frenetic energy to tidy. You clean the countertop and stove, flip through your junk mail and even fluff the pillows on your navy blue couch.

In a fit of inspiration, you scurry to your room and throw on your black silk dress. It’s sinfully tiny, with a slit running up the thigh. It’s by far Eijiro’s favorite outfit of yours. When he sees you in it, he can’t keep his hands off of you.

By the time that you hear his key turn in the apartment door, you’re fit to vibrate out of your skin you’re so excited. You watch him stumble in across the apartment threshold, looking world-weary and exhausted from a long day of mission strategy and patrolling.

“There’s my hero.” You say, running and throwing your arms around his thick, muscular neck. He catches you easily in his arms, his strong hands running down the smooth silk of your dress in disbelief.

“Is this your way of apologizing?” He mumbles into your shoulder. You laugh, giving him a squeeze before taking a step back from him.

“About that fight we had? It doesn’t matter right now. It’s irrelevant. I need you to forget about it.”

His eyes travel the length of your body, appreciating the way the dress hugs your curves. The slit up your thigh is of particular interest to his bright ruby eyes.

“Consider it forgotten.” He says, but he still sounds skeptical. “Now what was so urgent that you had me leave work in the middle of a strategy session? Bakugo almost ripped my head off when I told him I needed to come to your apartment.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about that. He’ll understand.”

“You sound awfully confident about that.” Eijiro raises an eyebrow, a frown plastered on his handsome face. “Must be something pretty important.”

“It is.” You grab his hand, dragging him across your tiny apartment and towards the bathroom. “Join me in the restroom.”

“Uh…okay.” Eijiro is flabbergasted, tossing his workbag to the ground as he follows after you. You pull him into your small blue tiled bathroom and push him down to sit on the toilet seat. Some news is best taken sitting down.

“Alright.” You reach into the medicine cabinet to grab the orange washcloth that you’ve stowed the pregnancy test in. “Close your eyes.”

“What’s going on, Y/N?” He sounds a mix of exhausted, tired and annoyed.

“Just go with it. I promise it’s worth the wait.” He sighs and obeys, closing his eyes and turning his face up towards the ceiling. You marvel for a moment at how – despite his manly himbo physique – he’s just so damn pretty. You hope your baby inherits the sharp curve of his chin and those glimmering ruby eyes.

You unwrap the pregnancy test from the washcloth and hold it out like an offering in front of Eijiro.

“Okay.” You take a shaky breath. “Open your eyes.”

Eijiro does as he’s told and stares blankly at you and the test for a moment.

“What’s this…?” He starts to say, and then it registers. The pregnancy test. The tiny plus sign.

“OH MY GOD.” He leaps off of where he’s sitting on the toilet seat and scrambles to grab the plastic strip from your hands. He holds it close to his eyes and then far away again, taking in the magnitude of what it means. “Is this what I think it is!? When? How!?” He looks up at you in wonder over the test.

“Remember that camping trip with all of our friends up at the lake? We borrowed Bakugo’s car so we could go pick up some pizza from town, but we ended up pulling off the road and fucking in the back seat before we cleared the woods.” You smile, thinking back to the fated trip a few weeks ago.

Eijiro’s face is ghostly white as his eyes widen in realization. “Oh my God – we didn’t use a condom.” He sucks in a breath.

“I asked if you wanted to cum in my mouth but you were just begging me to let you cum inside. You kept calling me “sweet heart” and the “love of my life.” And it was so pathetic and sweet that I thought oh, what the hell! Maybe just this once! And now here we are.”

“Oh my God.” Eijiro takes a few steps forward and then sinks to his knees before you on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. Even on kneeling, he’s just so tall. He brings his head down to rest on your belly. You tense up, unsure of what to say. Everything is still and quiet, and your nerves are on edge.

Finally, Eijiro looks up at you, his wide ruby eyes glimmering with tears. A shaky grin spreads across his face. “Babe…I’m so happy.” He places a kiss to your stomach before disentangling himself. He gets back to his feet and pulls you back into his arms. “I’m sorry for that bullshit argument. It seems so silly now.”

He nuzzles his face into your neck. “I just…” You hear him choke back a sob, his shoulders shaking. “I love you so much. I can’t even tell you what this means to me…I always pictured us having kids someday, but it always seemed like such a distant future thing. And now here we are. Sure, it’s unplanned and there’s a lot we need to figure out. But God, I feel so lucky.”

This brings tears to your eyes as well. You hug him back, breathing in his scent deeply. He smells like cinnamon – you’re sure he grabbed one of his favorite cinnamon donut snacks on the walk over from his agency. You snuggle into his arms and stifle back come joyful crying.

“We’re going to have the most beautiful family, Eij.” You say into his thick chest.

“Yes, we are. I bet the baby will have your beautiful eyes, and that glowing smile.” He runs his hand over your back soothingly, reaching across you to gingerly place the pregnancy test on the sink counter.

“I hope it looks like you – shark teeth and all. Can you imagine? Red Riot, Jr.” You laugh. “You’ll have a little mini-Kiri running around.” You both grin at the image. “I should start calling you Red Riot: Unbreakable Baby Daddy.”

This makes Eijiro laugh. “Hey I like that! But wow, Y/N. Just wow.”

He sweeps you off your feet and into his arms, carrying you out of the bathroom and into your clean living room.

“We have so much to talk though. Hell, I should call out of that mission this week. We need to figure a ton out. Whose apartment do we want to move into – or should we get a new place together? We should do some financial planning, figure out childcare. What’s your job’s maternity leave policy look like? Shit, we’ll need to find a doula. Someone at the agency recommended having a doula. And at what point do we tell our friends? Our parents? Babe, you’ll need to build us one of your signature spreadsheets or planners or whatever, I - ”

“Shhh, Kiri.” You put a finger to his lips. “Babe, there’s plenty of time for all of that. Just let it sink in for a minute.” You’re wrapped up in his arms as he caries you across the room, holding you up like it’s nothing. Your Kirishima is such a strong hero, and you feel a fierce flame of pride flare up in your chest – this man is all yours.

You’re both silent for a moment, taking it all in. A baby. The two of you made a baby. It’s an incredible, almost unfathomable thought.

After a moment or two of quiet, Eijiro looks up at you mischievously. “So yeah, we can figure out all the financial and medical stuff later…but in terms of fuckin’…does this mean 9 months of unlimited cream pies?”

You shriek in surprise.

“OH MY GOD KIRI THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE THINKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW!?” You cry out, your voice echoing through the apartment as you bat at him playfully, cackling. He leans down so he can capture your lips in a searing kiss. Oh, God. Yeah – he’s being serious. He breaks the kiss and puts you down on the couch lightly so that you’re sitting up and he drops to his knees before you.

“I think we should celebrate, baby.” He slides his hands up under your tiny silk dress, causing the fabric to gather at the tops of your thighs. “Ah, fuck you’re gorgeous.” He runs his fingers across your legs, leaving goose bumps peppering your skin. He peaks beneath your dress to see cute striped panties underneath. A hunger sparks in his eyes – his shark-toothed grin is ravenous, roguish.

He spreads your legs and scoots himself in between them, leaning forward to press a kiss against your clothed pussy. He brings up his hand and runs it across your panties, lightly circling your clit before tracing down, down, down.

“You getting’ wet for me, babe?” He whispers hoarsely, not taking his eyes off of your panties.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” You tease. You’re rewarded with a light pinch to your clit that causes you to yelp in surprise. “Kiri!” He chuckles, using his fingers to move the fabric of your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to the cool air of the room.

“So wet for me, sweet heart.” He grabs your hand, bringing it to his mouth so he can kiss your palm. He takes your forefinger and brings it to his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and sucking. He then moves your hand to your pussy and encourages you to pleasure yourself. “Show me how my baby likes it.”

You moan as you touch yourself, playing with your clit and dipping your fingers shallowly at the entrance of your pussy. Eijiro gets to his feet and takes off his hero costume, dropping his pants and underwear to the ground and freeing his hardening cock.

“You’re putting on quite a show, baby.” He says, leaning forward to slip the dress’s spaghetti straps off your shoulders. “Now show me those pretty tits.” He pushes the fabric of the dress down, exposing your chest. Your nipples perk up the instant the air hits them. He pinches your nipples lightly and then kneads your breasts a bit, one in each hand. The dress is now scrunched across your middle, most of you exposed to Kirishima’s greedy eyes. He takes a step back so that he can begin to stroke his cock as he watches you go to work on your pussy. You bite your lip and look away, almost embarrassed at the intensity of his gaze.

“You warmed up a little, baby?” He asks, leaning forward to plant his arms against the couch with you wedged helplessly in between. He kisses you again, roughly, before peppering kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. He stops to take one of your nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking until you cry out from the pleasure of it.

“Eij!”

He brings his body forward, guiding his cock towards your waiting pussy. You gasp as he smooths his thick member across your delicate, dripping entrance. “You make the prettiest sounds.” He coos, continuing to flex his hips to that you feel his length move against you.

You think he’s about to push inside when he pauses, his cockhead twitching against your entrance delightfully. “Can we do it now, though? Will it hurt the baby?” He says, concern tinting his husky voice.

“I did some research – yeah, we’re fine. Keep going.” You groan out, scooting your hips forward and trying to coax him inside.

“So impatient for me to cum inside you again, ain’t ya?” Eijiro taunts, rubbing his cock back and forth against your vulva. “You sure there’s room for one more in there?”

“God yes. Just fuck me already, Kiri!” You pout, straining to get closer to him.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” He says before easing into you. Despite your assurance that the baby would be fine, he still takes extra care as he slides into place. He pauses to let you adjust to his size, but after a moment or two you’re off to the races.

“Jeez, babe…I forgot how damn good it feels to fuck your pussy raw. I can feel you, so tight around me. Fuckkkk.” He takes it slow, shifting his hips softly so that you can feel every inch of his hard cock as it slips and slides within you. You relax into it, your cunt stretching to slowly to accommodate his size. After all these years together, you know each other so well that fucking feels like bliss. You can just relax into it and let him take the lead.

After a few moments of gentle fucking to let you get comfortable, he makes sure you have a secure hold on him. He scoops you up and, cock still lodged deep within you, he gets to his feet. This is one of the things you love about your big, himbo boyfriend – he’s strong enough to be able to fuck you in any position and he can lift you up with absolutely zero effort. His palms flatten under your ass cheeks so he can bounce you up and down and you mewl, leaning your face into his hard chest. Your legs are wrapped around his thick body. He’s so muscular and wide that you have trouble keeping steady. It feels so incredibly good to have him intertwined with you like this, you have to remind yourself to keep your arms wrapped around his neck.

“You like that baby?” He gasps between thrusts. “You like it when I stand and deliver?”

“Oh God yes. Keep on deliverin’.” You slur, enjoying every sensation. He chuckles and obliges, supporting all of your weight in his hands as he continues to move. After a few minutes of this, you can tell he’s getting close by the way he starts squeezing your ass and speaking nonsense.

“You’re my girl, you know that? My absolute number one perfect babe.” His breath hitches as his cock almost slides out completely but he manages to guide it back into you without incident.

“Sit down, Kiri. I wanna ride you.” You whine, kissing his sweat covered collarbone.

“Alright, babe. Whatever you want.” He turns and slowly brings you both down to the couch. You know he’s got a fuck ton of stamina from being a Pro Hero, but standing and fucking has definitely caused him to work up a sweat. You can see that he’s grateful to be back on the couch. He leans back and his back sinks into the comfy backrest of the sofa, and he brings his hands up from your ass to rest on your hips.

“Go on, baby.” He coaches. “Show me how good you are at riding this fat cock.”

You slide your legs down and settle so that you’re straddling him, and bring your hands low to rest on his strong, beefy chest. You lock eyes with him as you slowly raise your hips, bringing yourself up high enough so that his cock is barely inside of you. He watches you with eyes so full of love and attention that it almost takes your breath away. You circle your hips in the air, the head of his cock rolling around your folds before you slam back down on his member, sheathing him in one fowl swoop.

“Damn. Fuck. Y/N.” He throws his head back in ecstasy and grips your hips so hard you’re sure they’ll bruise. “Christ you treat me so well.”

You continue to ride him at a near brutal pace. His breaths become shallow as he chases his high, sure to burst at any moment.

“Fuck! Wait – hold on.” He squeezes your hips and you come to a stop, puzzled. He bites his lip as he glances down between you at your stomach. “I wanna make this last. We’re celebrating, after all.”

You grin. “What do you have in mind, Eij?”

“Climb off of me and come sit on my face. Let me eat you out for a while.” He smiles at you, reaching out with his thumb to smooth a bead of sweat off your brow.

“You sure?

“The way I see it, once the baby starts growing it might get harder for you to climb on top of me. So let’s clock as much face fucking time for you as we can before that happens.” He says eagerly, taking a few moments to circle your clit with the pad of his thumb.

“Eij…you’re such a sweetie pie.” You tweak his nose as you move to get off his dick. He watches you rise up off of his cock, and he moans a little at the loss of contact as he slides out of your pussy.

“Don’t worry.” You say, kissing him on the cheek. “You’ll be back in there before you know it.”

He smiles as he helps you to your feet. “I know, its just feels so damn good to be inside you without a condom, anytime I have to pull out its torture. I keep forgetting that we can do this all the time now.” He lays down across the couch and gets comfortable, placing a pillow beneath his shoulder blades. “Alright, sweetheart. Come up and take a seat.”

Your clit absolutely throbs in anticipation as you climb up on top of him, straddling his face in a position that’s become so familiar. He wraps his arms around your legs and guides you down, swiping his tongue across your pussy with practiced skill.

“Oh, God, Kiri…” You groan, relaxing into it. He drags his tongue across your clit and down to your core, gripping your legs tightly to hold you in place as he takes you apart one lick at a time. You grind your hips back and forth lightly, shimmying against him in a move that probably looks more silly than pornographic. You don’t care, though – it gets the job done. You let him bring you to the brink of orgasm with his mouth alone, gasping as he sucks on your sensitive clit for what feels like hours. When your legs start to shake, it’s a surefire sign that you’re about to tip over the edge.

“Babeee.” You whine as you get close. “Wanna cum on your cock.”

Eijiro stops what he’s doing and says in a muffled voice “You’re so impatient, sweetheart.” You grind against his face in reply, and he laughs. He helps you climb off of him, your legs still shaky and uncoordinated.

You let yourself rest for a moment, taking deep, steadying breaths. You look up at your hero - his gelled up hair is now disheveled and out of place. He’s wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smiling at you. “Eating you out is one of my favorite hobbies, babe.”

You giggle. “Is it nice to be having sex while everyone else is at work?” You ask, laughing as he easily flips you over onto your belly.

“It is a nice break from a stressful job, yeah.” Eijiro gets behind you, finally pulling the dress down and off your body so that it’s no longer hiked up in a heap around your middle. He lays it delicately on the back of the couch. “Can’t have anything happening to my favorite outfit.” He explains as he smooths out the fabric.

He puts a large hand on your back and slides it up towards your shoulder blades, adding some slight pressure to encourage you to get down on your elbows. He hauls your ass up towards him and settles himself behind you.

“You ready?” He asks, sliding his cock along your folds, using his split and your slick as lube.

“Y-yeah.” You breathe out, body buzzing with anticipation. “Go for it.”

He glides back into you, doggy style. This is your favorite position, as it allows his big cock to hit just the right spot deep inside you. Once again, Eijiro takes it slow. He braces one hand on your hips, the other on your stomach. He spreads his fingers wide against your belly, protective. You know he’s distracted – half of his thoughts are no doubt on the baby and all that it means for the two of you.

He makes love to you like this for quite a while - enjoying the feel of your bare pussy around his cock, reveling in every sigh and moan he can goad from your pretty mouth.

“Kiriii.” You whine, fed up with this slow and easy pace. “Faster, baby.”

He smirks down at you, releasing your hip for a moment so he can deliver a light smack to your ass. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

He picks up his pace, fucking you with practiced skill. He maneuvers his hips in a way that allows him to go deep, concentrating all of his energy on one singular point. When the tip of his cock hits your cervix, you splutter out endless praise.

“Fuck, yes Eij. Fuck fuck fuck, keep going.”

And he does – he hits the same delicious spot over and over and over. You’re overwhelmed with the pleasure of it all, tears coming to your eyes as you feel heat start to pool in your belly. Your legs are shaking beneath you, and you know that the only reason you’re still able to stay in this position is because Kirishima’s strong arms are holding you in place.

“You wanna cum for me, sweetheart?” Eijiro hisses between clenched teeth, concentrating on keeping his pace consistent as he pistons his dick into you. “You look so pretty when you’re all riled up and desperate for my cock like this.”

“Ah – Eij!” You cry out as your pussy flutters around him, you cum hard and fast. Stars dance behind your eyes as your body squeezes and tries to milk Eijiro’s cock.

“Woah – fuck babe!” He cries out in surprise, not expecting such a forceful orgasm from you. Your pussy feels like absolute heaven around him, and the way your walls squeeze and pull at him causes him to lose himself. He cries out when he cums, ropes of hot, sticky sperm shooting deep inside you. If you weren’t already pregnant, this particular fucking certainly would have given you a run for your money.

“Fuck babe. I’m gonna fuck another baby into you.” He’s groaning nonsense as he rides out his orgasm, head thrown back and hands gripping you desperately. The overstimulation of it all has you feeling full, complete.

With a few final pumps, he’s spent. He slowly pulls out of you, marveling at the gooey creampie he’s left in his wake.

“Babe…this is insanely hot.” He says, bringing a finger up to push his seed back inside of you. You groan at the contact, overstimulated from cumming so damn hard.

“Kiri stoppp, I need a minute.” You collapse into the couch, rolling over onto your back and shuddering as you try to catch your breath. Eijiro joins you, leaning back into the couch cushions and staring up at the ceiling in ecstasy.

“We should fuck like that all the time.” He says, eyes sliding closed with exhaustion. Between last night’s fight, today’s work, and this afternoon’s physical activity – he’s spent. “God, I love you.”

“Love you too, Eij.” You coo, you feel yourself slipping towards sleep.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet.” You feel the couch cushions rise up around you as Eijiro gets up and onto his feet. “We gotta clean you up first.”

You hear the floorboards creak as he pads his way back to your tiny bathroom. Distantly, you hear him turn the faucets of your tub as he starts to draw a bath. You let yourself drift off for a few moments, content with your lot in life. You’ve got the best boyfriend in the world, and now you get to have his child. What could be better? You doze.

You startle awake when you feel Eijiro lift you off the couch and into his arms. You rest your head against his bare chest and hear his heartbeat against the shell of your ear. The steady rhythm is music to your ears, and you snuggle into him as much as you can. You hear him chuckle as he carries you off towards the bathroom.

“Babe…I think that maybe we should think about telling the press about us. What with the baby and all…I want to keep you safe, but I don’t want people to think that I just knocked you up with a secret love child or something. Not very manly.” He pauses, sucking in a breath. “And as for the safety part…maybe I can train you up a bit, show you ways to use your quirk to defend yourself. I can’t always be around to protect you, but you’re strong. And I know you’re capable of protecting yourself.”

These words jolt you fully awake. “You mean that, Eijiro?” Then you add teasingly: “Being my Baby Daddy changed your mind?” Eijiro chuckles at this new title in a way that tells you he’s elated to be your “baby daddy.”

“Of course I mean it, babe. If anyone can figure all of this shit out, it’s the two of us. Ya know?”

“Yeah, I know.” You say, your brain whirring to process all that he’s said. “But I don’t mind keeping our private life private. This baby. This family – it’s ours, and no one else’s. Fuck what the public thinks.”

“I guess we have a lot to talk about.” He says, finally coming to a stop in the steamy bathroom. “But we don’t need to figure it all out right this moment.”

You look up at his strong, handsome face and bring a hand up to trace his jawline.

“You’re so beautiful, Eij.” He blushes at the compliment, flustered. You know he loves being called things like “manly” and “handsome,” but he has a weak spot for softer compliments as well. Your himbo boyfriend loves to be admired softly, loves your gentle praise. “You’re so sweet and good to me.”

“Heh, does this mean that you’re gonna change your phone background back to a pic of me instead of John Wick?” Eijiro leans down to plant a kiss on your temple.

You stifle a laugh. “Yeah, I guess. If it would make ya happy.”

“It would.” He kisses you again. “You ready for a bath, sweetheart? I can do most of the work if you’re too tired.” You nod at him, eyes half lidded. You’re so damn sleepy. You feel like you just had a whole body workout and then some.

Slowly, sweetly, Eijiro lowers you into the bathtub. He moves slowly, letting you get used to the water as you sink down into it. The temperature is perfect – not too cool, not too scathingly hot. Eijiro knows you so well, down to your perfect water temperature. Your bum hits the bottom of the tub and you sit up, surprised at the mountains of bubbles towering around your head.

“I got a little carried away with the bubble bath mix.” He says, cupping some of the frothy suds in his hands and blowing them across the bathroom. You look at him lovingly – he’s going to make such a good dad.

You look up at him, grinning. You blow some bubbles in his direction before gesturing for him to join you.

“Get in here, Eij. There’s plenty of room for a family of three.”

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kingkatsuki · 1 year ago

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— sleazy

Everyone thinks Red Riot is such a nice hero, but really he just loves fucking his cute, unsuspecting fangirls.

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, not proofread, non-con/dub-con, implied!drugging but could just be seen as intoxication, unprotected sex, teeny tiny bit of assplay, Kirishima promises to wear a condom but doesn’t, creampie, public sex.

Word Count: 2.5k.

“You’re so lucky!” You heard the voices around the table when the Red Riot had offered to buy you a drink.

Suddenly finding it difficult to speak when you gave him a nod in response, grateful that he’d looked down at your glass of wine as an indication of what to order you because you weren’t sure you would’ve been able to answer if he’d asked.

You felt hot as it seemed as though every set of eyes in the vicinity were on you now— from the women who wished that he’d picked them, to the men that he’d come in with standing around the bar. The angry blond more formerly known as Dynamight seemed to be glaring at you from across the room, shaking his head slightly before downing the rest of his whisky.

“Don’t worry about him,” Kirishima grinned softly at you as he handed you a glass, “He always looks like that.”

Kirishima had this perfect way of making you feel at ease, the friendly tone to his voice paired with kind eyes made it easy for you to melt into him. Silencing any objections you’d usually have if a guy leaned down to tug your chair closer to him, or wrapped their arm around your waist during a first date. It was different when it was Red Riot— you felt like you already knew him. From your television screen to the huge billboards that were up all over the city to promote his latest collaboration. The man that you followed on social media and religiously liked his posts, not that you’d told him that— although with another few drinks inside you, you might.

“You look gorgeous tonight, you know,” His warm lips brush the shell of your ear as he leans closer to talk to you over the loud bass of music in the club, “I just had to come and talk to you.”

You don’t even question it when he lays a huge palm on your bare thigh, his thumb disappearing beneath the hem of your dress. Ghosting against the lace of your panties as you give another glance around the bar to see if anyone is looking— the only set of eyes that match your gaze are the same crimson ones from earlier, Dynamight still watching intently as he nurses his drink.

The fact that the Red Riot has asked for your number, bought you countless drinks and given you his undivided attention has you bursting with glee. Certain that none of your friends will believe you, instead wishing they’d come to the bar tonight to see for themselves when you tell them that you’re courting the number twelve hero.

“It’s so loud here,” His palm squeezes your inner thigh and you can’t stop your heart from pounding against your ribcage, making it difficult to breathe as his warm breath fans your skin, “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?”

“Yeah, sure.” You find yourself nodding as he helps you stand, certain you weren’t this drunk before.

“Whoops—” He grins as he grabs your hips, his fingers brushing the curve of your ass as he keeps you upright, “I’ve got you.”

And it’s that moment you feel his hard bulge pressed against the small of your back. Even in heels he dominates your size, towering over you as a pure wall of strength and muscle as he guides you through the crowds. Stepping down a quieter hall that leads towards the bathrooms as he presses you against a wall, large palms still planted firm on your hips.

“I’ve wanted you all night,” He sighs, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses against your neck, “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

“This is too fast,” You mumble, already feeling his fingers dipping beneath your skirt to grab your ass.

“Aw, sweetheart. I’m sorry,” He seems so sincere when he looks down at you with worried eyes, “Shall I call you a cab home? I just thought you wanted to have some fun.”

“I do, but—”

“But you’d prefer Dynamight or someone, huh?” His eyes droop, “I get it, that always fucking happens when it’s someone I really like—”

“No! I like you too,” You panic when he takes a step back, trying to step forward as you stumble into his arms.

“You do?” He coos, holding you tight, “I’m so lucky I found you.”

It’s embarrassing when he tugs you into the men’s bathroom, sets of eyes watching you with knowing looks from the urinals as he opts for a stall. Locking the door as he presses you against the sink, allowing you to look at him through the reflection in the mirror as he pulls your top over your breasts.

“You’re fucking stunning,” He groans, cupping your breasts as you grind yourself back against him. Alcohol inebriating your senses as he strokes your body, wondering whether you should just tell him to slow down now.

“It’s too much,” You mumble, unsure whether he put something in your drink as your head pounds.

But this is Red Riot, he wouldn’t do that, would he? He’s a Pro-Hero tasked to protect you from sleazy people like that, to make sure you’re safe.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He coos, “I’ll take good care of you.”

“We shouldn’t,” You slur, “Not here.”

“Oh? But I bought you all those drinks,” He mumbles against your neck, “I thought you liked me.”

“I do!” You panic, catching the forlorn look on his face.

“You do?” His eyes immediately brighten, “I’m glad because I like you too, sweetheart. A lot—”

He has you feeling like a giddy, lovesick schoolgirl as he reaches under your skirt to pull down your panties. Letting the fabric settle around your knees as he works on unbuckling his jeans. A large palm splayed on your back to push you over the sink as he guides the leaky tip towards your slit.

“Wait,” You mumble, trying not to slur your words, “Condom.”

You miss the look of annoyance that flashes through Kirishima’s eyes in his reflection in the mirror as you turn to look back at him before that same smile spreads on his face.

“Of course, sweetheart. What do you take me for?” He’s cooing at you as he reaches into his wallet to retrieve a large foil packet, ripping it with his teeth as he leans down to put it on, “Safety first, yeah?”

And the tip of his cock nudges against your ass, feeling the slickness of lube from the latex smear against your bare ass as you cling to the porcelain. Holding on as you watch him in the mirror as he slides the condom onto his cock.

“There,” His hand smooths along your ass, rubbing the lube against your skin to get it off his hand as he pushes his hips forward.

He’s big. The swollen tip enough to have a lump in your throat as you forget to breathe, wiggling your hips in a feeble attempt to reduce the ache.

“Shh, baby. I know, I know.” He coos, pulling back to fist his cock, “Let’s try again, yeah?”

But you don’t notice the devious smirk on his face, or the way his eyes glint with intent as he slides the annoying latex off his thick cock. Discarding it to the floor like trash as he wraps his cock in a large fist again, tapping the leaking tip on your slit before sliding it through your folds. Letting it catch against your tight entrance again as he can finally feel you without a latex barrier.

“Is this okay?” He hums, keeping his tip pressed against your quivering hole.

You nod in response as you try to remember to breathe, taking in large gulps of air as you feel him slowly push his hips forward.

“I’m gonna need to hear you say it, sweetheart.” He pushes.

“Yeah, I want it.” You groan as he immediately pushes forward, feeling the tightness between your thighs.

“Oh, shit.” His eyes roll back as he groans at the feeling of your walls sucking him in. He’s far less kind now he can truly feel you as he cants his hips forward without a moment for you to adjust, the pain comes sharp and fast as he stretches you out on his cock.

“Ow,” You choke, your head lolling forward as you try to breathe, the ache between your thighs throbs sharply as Kirishima feigns sympathy.

Telling you what a good girl you are for him, what a good job you’re doing, that you’re his favourite. Clever lines he’s rehearsed time and time again, and it just so happens that they’re working on you just like they have a hundred times before on other girls.

You think you’re special, and in this moment you are. He’s picked you.

“God, your pussy feels so fucking good.” He grunts, warm palms heavy on your ass as he spreads you apart to see his cock buried deep inside your walls. The messy tuft of hair at the base tickles your skin as he pulls his hips back to give an experimental thrusr, “Taking me so well.”

You’re a mess as he fucks into you, your tits bounce with every rough buck of his hips as he presses you into the porcelain sink, your cheek leaves a messy streak of foundation against the mirror as he sets a brutal pace. Telling you it’s because he’s worried someone could come in and see you like this, that he wishes he could have you for longer to really take care of you.

And you believe every line.

“God, sweetheart. Your pussy feels amazing,” Kirishima groans, his thumb brushing the tight rim of your ass as your body jolts in surprise. Embarrassed and terrified at the same time.

“Not there, please—”

“Oh god, baby. I would never.” He shakes his head, but presses down harder against your tight hole, “Relax, Red Riot’s got you, yeah?”

His words are soothing as you try to focus on the pleasure, trying to block out the sound of footsteps outside and the way your cunt clenches around him every time someone rattles the door handle.

“Fuck, you’re clamping down on me, sweets,” He slurs, drunk on pleasure, “You’re tryin’ to milk me.”

He sucks air sharply through his teeth as he bends his back to watch his cock disappearing inside you, the slap of his balls against the swell of your thighs sounds inside the dingy bathroom as your legs shake. Balancing yourself in heels as you try to stop the sink from digging into your hips uncomfortably, certain you’ll have bruises in the morning.

“Gonna cum, shit— gonna fill this little pussy up.” He groans, and you’re certain it’s just words. Dirty talk to help get himself off as he prepares to cum inside the condom, “You want that, baby? Want me to fill you up?”

“Yes,” You find yourself playing into it, your walls throb around him as he works you towards your own release.

“That’s my girl,” He grins, reaching around to press messy circles against your puffy clit, “Gonna stuff you full of my cum.”

“Oh my god,” You repeat, clinging to the sink to keep yourself upright as you feel yourself on the edge of your release. The familiar pleasure building between your thighs as Kirishima leads you into bliss, “Kiri—”

“Red Riot, call me Red Riot—” His fingertips dig into you bruisingly as your cunt begins to convulse.

“Red Riot!” You mewl, “I’m cumming, Red Riot—”

“Oh shit, you want the entire bar to hear you, don’t you?” He grins, spanking your ass as your cunt spasms around him.

Kirishima fucks you through your climax, roughly thrusting into you as you feel the tip of him as deep as he can go. Kissing your cervix with each forward motion as he focuses on his own pleasure, his own desire.

“Hurts,” You choke out as you try to ignore the throb between your thighs or the way your skin digs uncomfortably into the porcelain.

“I’m almost there, sweetheart. Almost there—” He groans, ignoring your pleas, “Gonna fill you up.”

It doesn’t take him much longer to find his own release, his balls tightening as they begin to empty warm, hot spurts of cum into your pulsing walls. His hands smoothing down your back before reaching around to palm your naked breasts before pulling back.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He groans when he pulls out to see strings of your slick connecting his softening cock to your folds.

And that’s when you feel it.

Warm globs of his cum slowly seeping out of your quivering walls, dribbling down your inner thighs and dropping onto the dirty floor.

“Did you— the condom?” You ask in confusion as you turn your head to face him, noticing the shiny gleam of his cock in the fluorescent lights of the bathroom as he gives you a cheeky grin.

“Oh, it must’ve ripped,” He shrugs, sticking himself back into his boxers with no care about how messy he is, “Sorry about that, sweetheart. You’ll be okay, I’m clean.”

Kirishima has just enough manners to pull your panties back up, even though you don’t have a chance to clean yourself up. Feeling his warm cum continue to drool out of you and collect in the lace of the crotch as you shuffle uncomfortably. Tugging your skirt back down as you fix your top, hearing Kirishima buckle his belt again as he checks himself out in the mirror.

“I’ll call you yeah, sweetheart?” He presses a lingering kiss to your cheek before unlocking the door to the men’s bathroom stall and stepping outside. Leaving you standing alone in the room as you stare back at your disheveled reflection.

It’s only when you look down at the ground where you notice the drops of his cum that had fallen to the floor, and beside them the discarded condom still in the perfect roll from the pack.

That he hadn’t even bothered to put on.

#Kirishima smut #tw:noncon #trigger:dubcon #red daddy riot

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tteokdoroki · 1 year ago

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katsuki being a girl dad is canon to me. there is no other truth except for this. he loves that little girl like she’s his life line — talks about her every chance he gets and has a picture of her missing her two front teeth on his desk at the agency. when she comes in on daddy-daughter work days, he lets her brag about how she has her big girl teeth now :(

he carries her round on one hip with her little red riot themed back pack in his other hand n his car keys between his teeth. sometimes if he’s wearing sunglasses to hide from paparazzi she’ll take them off to toy with them while his hands are through.

sniffs. katsuki spends extra time learning how to style and take care of her hair type — every weekend before pre school he lets her pick out the bows and hair clips and beads she wants to put in her hair.

he makes sure she knows her pleases and thank yous — he might have been a troubled kid but no daughter of katsuki bakugou is going to be impolite to people she’s never met. unless, of course, they’re stinky boys who pick on her in the sandbox. then she’s allowed to call them all sorts of names that bakugou has passed down onto her.

and bakugou, who still makes the time to tuck his little princess in at night, kiss her forehead and pull the blankets up to her nose whilst reading her favourite book for the nth time that week — even if he’s exhausted from patrol.

because bakugou is a girl dad through and through, and he loves his daughter more than he loves being in the world.

#oh im so soo sad #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabbles #bakugou fluff #bakugo drabble #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

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crushmeeren · 1 year ago

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♡ Bakugou/ Fem Reader/ Kirishima

♡ Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+.

♡ Warnings; reader is 6 months pregnant, cursing, pussy eating, blowjobs [ M/F — M/M ], vaginal sex

If you were to describe what it’s like to be six months pregnant with Katsuki’s baby, you would use a few key phrases.

1. — You’re in a perpetual cycle of unease and sporadic body aches.

2. — You’re consistently sweating like a whore in church.

3. — Your belly has been stretched to the point it looks as if a watermelon has been shoved inside.

These occur often, the only difference today is how infuriatingly much your lower back has been smarting. The baby’s weight is really starting to take a toll on you.

So you’ve decided it’s in your best interest to set up camp on the large fuzzy couch in your living room. You’re only wearing soft shorts and a large, worn out Red Riot T-shirt and you’ve stockpiled all the cozy blankets in the near vicinity.

It’d been a few hours since you became a couch potato, aimlessly scrolling through your phone and watching various movies or TV shows.

Katsuki’s been occupied playing some video game in the other room. Loudly enough to wake the dead, you might add. Your ears have been assaulted with his furious yelling on and off for the past couple hours.

He’s repeatedly told Todoroki that he’s the “worst player in existence” and to “fuck off and die.” You sincerely hope Todoroki is ribbing him just as much, but knowing the stoic man, he more than likely isn’t.

And much to your chagrin, Eijirou has been out on patrol all day.

Soft orange and yellow light has begun to cast shadows across the living room as the sun sets. You’re barely paying attention to a Tik Tok when your baby starts to poke and prod roughly at your ribs.

The fluttering sensation makes you squirm and sit up ram-rod straight. The sudden movement sends a bright flash of pain radiating throughout your lower back and it punches the breath from your lungs. The partially frantic instinct to call out to the blonde for help leaves your mouth before you can think twice.

“Kastukiiiii,” you whine for him loudly, a pleading lilt to your tone. You shift your weight, making sure to keep your feet perched on the large ottoman in front of you. You wait momentarily but only silence greets you.

“Katsuki!” You shout, mildly irritated. Your eyes widen and you inhale sharply when a tiny foot kicks you. You place a hand there and rub apologetically. Apparently she does not want you to yell. You roll your eyes and think that your daughter is certainly going to have Katsuki’s bad attitude.

“Baby, I heard you! I’m coming — just a second!” Katsuki snaps. You huff, cheeks puffing and burning when your temper flares a bit in response. You breathe deeply, resting both hands on your swollen stomach as the tiny feet continue to try and burst out of your skin like a scene from Alien.

Katsuki’s soft footsteps signal his approach and he rounds the corner into your living room leisurely. He comes to a stop next to your legs and your brows furrow when you gaze up at him with a slight pout. He arches one eyebrow in return and folds his arms over his chest, pointedly saying nothing.

“Kat, baby daddy, can you do the thing please? My back is killing me.”

Despite your discomfort you can’t help but appreciate his slender frame. His black sweats hang low on his hips and he’s fucking shirtless. He rolls his eyes when he catches you but wears a smug smirk nonetheless.

“Can your dramatic ass wait five minutes while I finish this round of my game? I’m obliterating Icy Hot.” His grin turns a bit feral and he cocks hip to one side, resting a hand there.

You protest accordingly and push your lower lip out.

“That’s too long! Can you do it later? Your baby needs you.” Over exaggerating your movements, you flop back against the couch and run your hands over your baby bump and stare up at him through your lashes. Katsuki snorts.

“It’s five minutes sweetheart. C’mon, Todoroki fucking sucks at this game,” Katsuki says with amusement, absently running a hand through his fluffy spikes of hair.

You press a hand to your forehead as if you might faint.

“You’re the reason I’m like this! The least you can do is help out your pregnant wife.”

“Oi!” He lets out a bark of laughter. “It takes two people to fuck and make a baby, I’m not the only guilty party. Why isn’t Eijirou gettin’ any fuckin’ blame for this huh? He was there too!”

Katsuki complains but it’s with considerable ease that he bends to your whim, shoving the ottoman closer and motioning for you to scoot up so he can get behind you on the couch.

“He’s not home right now,” you mutter childishly, heeding his instructions. The blonde crawls on to the cushions, maneuvering until he slots into the space between you and the backrest. He lets a thigh bracket you on each side and tugs you back into his chest, replying just as petulantly.

“Maybe you should’ve let Ei get you pregnant first then.”

“Oh god,” you start to whine. “Fuck baby, wanna see you swollen with my baby so bad. Blah blah — I’m Katsuki and I’m a giant fucking hypocrite,” you mock in a high pitched, horrific imitation of his voice.

To be fair he did whine those things to you and Eijirou in bed multiple times before you all finally agreed to it. Katsuki sputters behind you and pinches your thigh in retaliation.

“You’re such a fucking terror! I should make you wait until Eijirou gets home,” he growls, pathetic attempt at a threat making you giggle.

His palms are warm when he slips them under your shirt and places them on the underside of your belly, fingers spread. Katsuki delicately presses upwards and you deflate, melting into his chest. The immediate relief of pressure on your lower back makes you moan.

“Yeah, but we both know you won’t,” you reply smugly, hands coming to rest on his. He hums, electing not to respond with words because he knows he’s wrapped around your finger.

Katsuki can deny it all he pleases, but the man loves holding your belly. He’s struck with awe each time he’s lucky enough to feel his daughter kicking. He kisses the back of your head, relaxing into the couch for the time being.

You both turn your attention to the movie you had playing earlier and your eyelids start to flutter. Your chest is gooey and warm, you’re basically a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie in his arms.

Katsuki gets invested in one scene in particular, making snarky comments about the graphics and your daughter apparently recognizes her daddy’s voice, because suddenly she’s playing kick ball again.

Directly into Katsuki’s hands.

“Holy shit!” The blonde jolts, freezing temporarily before pressing the pads of his fingertips into the same spot, attempting to coax her into kicking him again. His heart thumps hard on your back, the heat from his chest bleeding through your shirt.

“She’s been really active today, but she must’ve heard her daddy talking. I think she likes your voice Kat.” You smile softly, adjusting your weight to get more comfortable. “I hope she does the same when Ei gets home, he was sad last time he missed it.” You tip your head back on Katsuki’s shoulder, twisting your neck to get a peak at his face.

“She’s fucking fiesty,” he says with no small amount of pride. She’ll respond to Ei, she loves him.” A tender smile softens his sharp features and your chest cracks with overflowing adoration. Surging forward you brush your lips over his jaw and Katsuki makes a quiet noise of surprise.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. You hum contentedly and Katsuki goes back to holding up your belly.

A familiar vibration pattern breaks the atmosphere and buzzes near your leg. You pick up your phone, taking note that it’s a message from Eijirou and your face lights up.

“Ei messaged that he’s gonna be home soon,” you tell Katsuki eagerly. You can’t help the excitement fluttering in your belly when you think about getting to see the red head soon.

“Bout damn time, my arms are gonna fall off,” he teases, tickling the smooth skin of your belly with calloused thumbs and you laugh.

“Alright dickwad get out from behind me.” Katsuki pokes your ribs in retaliation, ripping a squeal from you and you wiggle in his grip. “You’re lucky I can’t get up quickly right now! I’d kick your ass, you shitty excuse for a bomb!”

Katsuki halts his movements and gasps dramatically in fake offense, squeezing his arms around your shoulders.

“Shitty excuse for a bomb??” He asks incredulously, accidentally chuckling at the end of his sentence. You nod once and he hugs you tight, planting several chaste kisses on your cheek. You laugh delightedly and turn your head briefly to snag his plush lips with your own.

The sound of your front door opening gets you to break apart, both turning your heads to see Eijirou waltz in. The smile he wears is as vibrant as the sun, all his razor edged teeth on display.

“Aww! What a sweet sight to come home too!” Eijirou chirps, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “So cute! All three of my babies snuggling on the couch together,” he coos and strides closer until he’s right by your side.

Eijirou’s dressed in street clothes. He’s got on dark gray sweats, a red tee and a white bandana tied around his head. Per usual, his arms may bust out of the shirt he’s wearing but it’s unbearably hot.

“Get lost on the way home red?” Katsuki taunts. The blonde lets go of your shoulders as you strain to get out of his hold. Katsuki gently pushes you to sit up straight with a supporting hand between your shoulder blades. Eijirou rolls his eyes playfully and shoves the ottoman out of the way to make space for himself between your legs.

“No, I’m actually home earlier than I thought I would be,” he replies, dropping to kneel in front of you. Katsuki takes the opportunity to slip out from behind you and sit next to you instead. You use a lot of willpower to keep a straight face when you speak next.

“Thank God, because apparently Katsuki isn’t strong enough to hold our 5lb baby without his arms falling off.”

You can make out the sound of Katsuki’s teeth grinding together as Eijirou’s bright laughter dances in the air. You’re poking the bear but it’s a breeze to rile up the blonde.

“Is that so?” Eijirou asks, eyes twinkling as he pretends to appear thoughtful when he turns to Katsuki.

“I can hold a fucking five pound baby!” Katsuki snarls harmlessly, yet he throws his hands up in the air. You choke on the swell of laughter that builds in your throat. Eijirou snickers and pushes the red riot T-shirt you’re wearing up to expose your baby bump.

“I know Kat, just teasing,” you placate, sending him your sweetest smile. Eijirou splays his hands on the sides of your belly and you tangle your fingers in his hair.

The blonde scowls but he can’t keep it up for long before he breaks, scoffing with a smile threatening to take over his lips.

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

“She’s a spitfire.” Katsuki’s chest puffs out a bit.

“So just like her daddy then?” Eijirou teases, brushing his lips over your belly in a sweet kiss. Katsuki’s smirks.

“Hell yeah she is.”

“She’s been moving a lot today Ei, Kat’s just happy she kicked the shit out of him earlier,” you explain, scratching the red head’s scalp. Eijirou hums, tracing the pattern of a heart into your stomach with his thumbs.

“Hi feisty girl, papa Ei is home,” he purrs. “I heard you were trying to kick box with your daddy today. You’re gonna be just like him,” he whispers, the affection effortlessly falling off his tongue. The red head’s eyes flutter closed, resting his forehead against you.

You jerk in surprise when Eijirou’s head suddenly shoots up, narrowly avoiding head butting the shit out of you. He stares at your belly with bright eyes. Your baby just kicked where his forehead had been. He looks up, gaze tracking between you and Katsuki with stars in his eyes as he vibrates with excitement.

“Did you feel that baby? Oh my god! Kat, she heard me!” The red head yells, almost tripping over his words. His cheeks are dusted with a pale pink and your own twinge from smiling so wide. You tug on the soft strands of his hair you have tangled between your fingers.

“Dammit Eijirou,” Katsuki chimes in, crossing his arms. “Stop being so-,” he pauses, looking for the right words. “So fucking cute!” You laugh when the blonde curls his lip, the man’s flushed to the tips of his cute pink ears. A sly expression immediately takes over Eijirou’s face.

He slips your shirt back down and you free his hair from your grip. You meet him halfway when he leans up to give you a chaste kiss.

The red head shuffles on his knees until he’s between Katsuki’s thighs. He leans in, locking his arms around the blonde’s waist and wiggling his eyebrows up at him. Katsuki’s eyes narrow but he places his elbows on Eijirou’s shoulders.

Your toes curl into the plush rug below when the red head smoothes his hands up and down Katsuki’s sides, a shiver wracking through the blonde before Eijirou squishes his face into the others’s chest and hugs him tight.

“Eijirou.” The name spills out of Katsuki breathlessly.

“You’re so sweet Katsuki. I think you’re cute too,” he says, words muffled by a bare chest. Heat crawls up your neck when the blonde tugs Eijirou close and mumbles “I love you,” under his breath. Seeing them like this sets your nerves alight, even with something as simple as hugging.

The moment is picturesque until a pang of hunger rolls around inside you. Placing a hand on the underside of your belly, you worry at your bottom lip. You don’t want to break up the tender scene, but it seems your daughter is hungry.

“I hate to burst the bubble, but our daughter is starving,” you say gently, grinning when they part. Eijirou kisses Katsuki sweetly, making a loud smooching sound when he pulls away. Katsuki makes a disgusted noise and pushes playfully at the red head’s shoulder when they both rise from their spots. “Will you make something Kat?” You ask hopefully.

“I swear you and Eijirou are like bottomless fucking pits,” he grumbles, turning and padding to the kitchen.

He’s not fooling anyone, you all know he loves cooking for you. Especially now that your daughter is almost here. He expresses his love through his food and you all reap the rewards.

You share a smile with Eijirou and the large man flops down onto the couch, trying not to jostle you.

“Thanks Kat!” You call at his retreating back and he throws a hand up over his shoulder in response.

“Sooo, can I hold your belly now?” Eijirou asks impatiently. He doesn’t wait for you answer, maneuvering until he’s lying on the armrest, legs splayed open wide for you.

“You don’t have to ask me twice. She definitely has been missing her papa.” You grab your discarded blanket from the couch, sliding back into his embrace. You pull your blanket up to your chest, covering you both and Eijirou teases his fingers underneath your shirt.

“I love your shirt, pretty girl,” he whispers sweet like honey in your ear, gingerly touch his lips to your throat. The combination sends a warm tingle down your spine. He yanks a tiny shocked moan from you when he bites your shoulder and lifts your belly simultaneously.

“Jesus Eijirou,” you breathe, weaving your fingers together. The simmering warmth pooling in your belly is becoming difficult to ignore. “Are you trying to fuck me on the couch?” You shift back and a half hard cock greets you. Fuck, you’d be a damn liar if you said that didn’t turn you on. His light exhale tickles your neck.

“Maybe,” he says coyly, hitching his hips upwards to rub his cock over your lower back. You pinch his thigh and he groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “I can’t help it,” Eijirou whines, continuing to lift your belly. “You’re so sweet and so warm like this, I want you.”

“After we eat Ei, I promise. Kat will be up for it,” you murmur, trailing your fingers over his forearm. Eijirou sighs but reluctantly he agrees.

After you ate, it took no time at all for the blonde to usher you and Eijirou into the bedroom.

Since then you’ve been stripped bare, elbows supporting your weight on the short wooden headboard behind you. They ache a bit where the sharp edge digs into the inner joint of it.

Katsuki’s head is caged between your thighs, knees sinking into the memory foam mattress below. His scratchy stubble tickles your skin while he buries his face in your pussy, head shifting from side to side.

You’ve opted to sit reverse cowgirl on his face so you’re privy to the front row view of Eijirou swallowing down Katsuki’s cock like he’s starving.

“Fffuck Kat,” you whine, rolling your hips and gliding your pussy over his plush lips. Katsuki moans, snaking his arms around your thighs and yanking you further down so he can dip the tip of his tongue inside you.

Your head tilts towards the ceiling, eyes fluttering and fingers curling into fists as Kastuki pushes his tongue to your clit, swirling it restlessly. The background is filled with the lewd schlick noise of Eijirou sucking cock.

Katsuki moves his lips from side to side over your clit before once again licking firm strokes and your head snaps back up with a gasp.

You’re starting to squirm, heat pooling in your cheeks as he works you closer to the edge. A prickle of warmth pulses through your pelvis when you lock eyes with Eijirou.

No man should look so pretty with a dick in their mouth. His cheeks are candy apple red and his lips are stretched tight around Katsuki. He seems quite comfortable, snugly fit between the blonde’s thighs and meeting Katsuki thrust for shallow thrust while the blonde leisurely fucks his mouth.

Eijirou sends a wink your way and you’re gawking at him when Katsuki sucks harshly on your clit, wrenching your attention back to his mouth. A let out a yelp and your thighs twitch when he does it once more, demanding your focus stay on him.

Try as you might you’re torn between Katsuki’s warm tongue working you over and the indecent sight of Eijirou.

You’re impatient and desperate to change positions before someone cums too quickly and so you plead for the attention of the man underneath you.

“Katsuki,” you moan, fingers circling his wrists. “Wanna switch baby, please.” He drags his teeth delicately over your clit and your breath stutters in your chest. Katsuki unwinds himself from your legs, pushing against your ass instead of tugging on you and you lift your hips from his face.

Eijirou pulls off with a pop, Katsuki’s thick cock slapping against his lower belly. The red head sits up on his knees, gripping the base of his own neglected desire and pushes back the messy strands of hair that had fallen into his eyes.

Katsuki slips out from under you, sitting between the two of you so you’re able to sit comfortably on your calves.

“Whaddaya want pretty girl? Ei and I will give you whatever you need,” Katsuki purrs, half a smirk tugging at his lips. The red head makes a noise of agreement and waits patiently for your answer. A flush creeps up your neck under the weight of their gaze and you absentmindedly rest a hand on your belly.

“I think I want Ei to position us however he wants. Ya know, since he’s been trying to get us in bed ever since he got home.” You grin playfully at Eijirou when he makes a noise of protest, a pink blush dusting over his cheekbones. Katsuki snickers nearby.

“Oh,” Eijirou breathes, grinning sheepishly and rubbing a hand over his forearm. “Well, I mean — yeah. Yes, totally I can do that.”

Katsuki snorts, waving a vague hand in front of himself when Eijirou takes too long to respond.

“Well? You goin’ to fuckin’ move us around or not?” Katsuki asks rudely. Eijirou ignores him, rolling his jaw a couple times before biting into his bottom lip. You punch Katsuki in the shoulder and give him a pointed look but he just rolls his eyes.

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

He holds both hands, slowly reclining you until you’re flat on your back and your head dangles off the edge of the mattress. Your heart rate spikes when you’re slightly suffocated by your baby bump, but it’s comfortable enough for what you’re sure Eijirou has in mind.

“Okay Katsuki, go stand near her head. I want watch you fuck her throat while I’m inside her,” he commands shyly, flush traveling down his chest as he traps the tip of his tongue between his teeth. He takes his place between your spread thighs. Katsuki starts to heft himself off the bed, closing the distance between you with a few steps.

“Didn’t feel like gettin’ your ass torn up today Eijirou?” Katsuki’s grins with his teeth, cockiness seeping from him.

“Shut up,” Eijirou mumbles, helping you bend your knees and plant your feet. You try to stifle your laughter with a hand over your mouth but it spills out of you despite your best effort.

To be fair, Eijirou does melt into a drooling fucked out mess in the sheets every time he bottoms for the other man.

Katsuki comes to a standstill just in front of your head, reaching down to cradle the back of your skull and force you to look up at him. His flushed cock grazes your cheek and you suck your bottom lip behind your teeth when you finally make eye contact.

“You okay with this sweetheart?” Katsuki’s gaze is intense, the thumb of his free hand swiping over your brow bone. Your throat clicks when you swallow and you nod, fighting the urge to shift your head and kiss his shaft.

“I’ll be fine Kat, if it’s too much I’ll tap your thigh twice.” You reach backwards and secure your arms around the backs of his legs for emphasis.

“So fuckin’ pretty and smart baby girl,” Katsuki coos, voice a rumble in his throat and his praise makes your blood sing. He grips the base of his cock and shifts forward to rub his head over your lips. Your tongue darts out involuntarily to taste him and a salty tang bursts across your taste buds.

“Ei!” You gasp, startling when the red head’s thumb presses into your swollen clit, circling it slowly. You start to squirm and sink your nails into Katsuki’s thighs as your eyes squeeze shut. “C’mon Ei, stop teasing and fuck me.” Eijirou giggles.

“Okay okay. You’re so needy tonight, I love it,” Eijirou gushes. The blunt head of his cock pokes at your clit before sliding down, a steady pressure against your lips before he pushes inside. You cry out sharply, hanging onto Katsuki for dear life while Eijirou’s thick cock stretches you to the max.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it. That tight little pussy loves Eijirou, doesn’t she?” Katsuki says breathlessly, moaning softly as he strokes his cock. “He’s so big, isn’t he baby? Feels good huh?”

You can only nod, jaw going slack and eyes rolling back when Eijirou bottoms out with a choked off moan. Pleasure blisters through you when he draws his hips back and thrusts forward roughly.

“Oh my god. You’re a dream baby,” Eijirou whines, settling one hand on your knee and the other on your baby bump. Your vision is obscured by Katsuki’s thighs but Eijirou’s praise burns in your brain.

“Jesus Christ,” Katsuki snarls, tapping your cheek twice. “Open up for me princess.” Your lips part obediently and Katsuki braces a knee of the bed, the other leg standing firm. His groin tightens in anticipation at the sight of you flushed and pliant.

He squeezes one of your tits and tilts his hips down to guide his cock inside and he glides smoothly along your soft pallet. You close your lips and suck tentatively until he jerks forward and smacks the back of your throat, breath catching in his chest.

Eijirou starts to pick up the pace, the obscenity in front of him spurring on his own desire and he hits your g-spot with scary precision. Your resulting moan is muffled by the cock in your mouth as Katsuki fucks your throat and Eijirou begins babbling encouragingly.

“Oh — shit, right there yeah baby? Feels too good, I can’t believe how tight you are. You’re gorgeous like this sweetheart, you love when I tell you how pretty you are don’t you?”

His voice is fuzzy to your ears, the prominent ache in your jaw coming to the forefront. Katsuki’s paying attention, however and taunts him even if the sweet words make his cock twitch.

“God Ei, you just can’t stop yappin’ can you?”

Eijirou whines pitifully, rolling his hips a bit more leisurely to savor the pleasure.

“I can’t help it.”

“Fuck — I’m, it’s gonna make me cum. You want me to cum for you princess?” Katsuki pulls his cock free and you gulp down air, coughing and sputtering briefly.

“Yeah, yeah. Kat c’mon,” you croak, fingers tingling as you bring them up to fist the blanket below you. Eijirou’s moving at a snail’s pace now, stilling inside you to watch the show.

Katsuki runs with it, hooking his thumb along the teeth of your bottom jaw and prying it open. His cock is shoved to the back of your throat and past the unforgiving ring of muscle there. The sensation makes your throat tickle with the urge to cough.

He stays in place long enough for your pulse to thunder before exhaling shakily and dragging himself out of your mouth. He jerks his cock until he’s cumming with a cry and streaking your chest and belly with his release.

It’s still for a moment once he relaxes. The air is warm from all the movement and the only sounds are of the three of you catching your breath before Eijirou laughs incredulously.

“That was hot.” Eijirou is beaming as he slides his still completely stiff cock from your pussy and you protest half heartedly, the other two snickering. Katsuki locks eyes with you, his cheeks rose petal pink and sweat trails down his temple.

“You good?”

You nod as Eijirou grips your ankles and pulls you bodily onto the bed, your neck tingling when the blood rushes from your head.

“More than good. I do want to switch positions though, the baby is suffocating me like this,” you joke. Eijirou pats your thighs encouragingly and smiles vibrantly.

“Sure thing! You want Kat to hold you baby?”

“Please.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes playfully and shimmies up the bed to the headboard. He pauses near Eijirou, planting a kiss to his lips and turning to settle in his new place. Katsuki tilts his head and smirks coyly at you.

“Move your ass pillow princess.” He bends his knees and digs his heels into the mattress. You ignore Katsuki for the moment and take Eijirou’s offered hand. He helps you rise to your knees and shuffle until you can twist and recline against Katsuki’s chest.

He’s covered in sweat, but he’s so warm and a sense of comfort spreads through your limbs. You glance down at yourself and notice you’re still covered in Katsuki’s cum, nose scrunching in disgust but not bothering to wipe it away yet.

Katsuki runs his hands up and down your upper arms and tenderly wraps them around your shoulders, resting his temple on yours. You brace your hands on his knees and then Eijirou is there taking up your attention.

He inches forward and sits on his calves, snugly fitting between your thighs and he lifts his eyebrows in question. You hum softly and encourage him forward with a tug to his wrist.

He pushes at the delicate skin over your inner thighs to coax you open for him. You do so without hesitation and instantly Eijirou’s steadying himself and slipping back into you with a smooth glide.

“Eijirou,” you moan between your teeth, head tipping backwards onto Katsuki’s shoulder. You clench around him and he whimpers, pitching forward and resting his hands on your belly. Katsuki leers from behind you, muttering like the devil on your shoulder.

“Thought you were big and strong Ei. You can make her little pussy cum can’t you, red riot?”

Eijirou’s brows knit together and he nods vigorously, picking up a steady rhythm that you can feel in your toes. You bite the tip of your tongue and dig your nails into Katsuki’s knees.

“Y — Yeah, I’ll make her feel so good, I’ll make her cum Katsuki.”

Katsuki grins wolfishly.

“Good boy Eijirou.”

Your husband wears a dumbstruck expression, cherry red eyes falling shut and breathy moans mixing with yours as he snaps his hips briskly.

“E-Eijirou! Just like that, please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!”

He obeys and the volume of your pleas rise and your voice cracks when Eijirou’s movements become the slightest bit harsher. The red head splays his large palms even wider over your belly and uses the angle to his advantage, pressing upwards with each thrust.

Katsuki squeezes your shoulders and whispers sweet nothings in your ear, nosing at your cheek while your climax swells rapidly behind your belly button.

“Doing so well baby, you take him like a fuckin’ champ,” Katsuki says huskily. “Looks like Ei’s gonna fuck another baby into you, isn’t that right?”

Eijirou absently replies with a whiny mhmm, eyes glued to where his cock disappears inside you. You stare at Eijirou’s flushed face, his lids heavy and jaw hanging open in concentration and then the knot in your pelvis is unraveling.

You inhale sharply, thighs tensing and your own mouth opens in a silent scream as your pussy flutters before clenching tightly on the cock splitting you open.

Eijirou groans, placing his forehead on yours and works you through it like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

After a few brain melting seconds your muscles loosen, a low moan creeping its way out of your throat.

“Fuck baby,” Eijirou pants, cock twitching. “Love it when you cum on my cock like that, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“Give it to me Ei, I’ve got you baby.”

With that, and a few filthy words from Katsuki, Eijirou is shoving his dick all the way inside you to the root. The curly black hair at his base brushes your clit and he’s cumming.

He gasps your name, hands shifting to white knuckle your shoulders as you frame his face with your palms. His cock kicks inside you a few times before he’s melting onto you, listening to your whispered words of praise as his chest heaves.

You all stay still for a brief moment as the post sex haze falls over you and Eijirou decides then to gingerly slip out of your pussy, shifting to lay down beside you like a starfish instead.

There’s a gentle pressure on your back and you lean forward so Katsuki can slide out from behind you. You take his place, pillows supporting your lower back and feeling icky from all the cum on you and inside you.

“Someone please get me a towel.”

Eijirou laughs but Katsuki just hands you a a discarded T-shirt, nose scrunching up.

“Here.”

You take it gratefully, wiping off the drying cum from your belly and handing it to Eijirou. He helps clean any place you can’t reach before balling it up and tossing it like a basketball into the dirty laundry basket. He misses. Katsuki glares at him and points in that direction, lip curling.

“You’re picking that shit up.”

You snicker and Eijirou grins good-naturedly, teasing the blonde until Katsuki’s teeth are grinding together.

Eventually you’re able to convince Katsuki to cook you both more food. He complains about it vehemently but ultimately pulls shorts on and stomps out of the room and to the kitchen.

You smile with amusement and gaze softly at Eijirou as he tugs on old sweats.

“Ya know he’s gonna blow a hole in the wall if you keep messing with him,” you say, awkwardly climbing off the bed and accepting the shorts and shirt Eijirou places in your hands.

“He just makes it too easy to rile him up.”

You can’t help but agree with that, grinning when Eijirou laces your fingers together and leads you to the kitchen.

The three of you relax together for the rest of the evening, both men taking turns reading to your baby and fawning over your belly.

You’re on your toes with anticipation to see how they behave when she’s here. You’re certain they’ll be amazing fathers.

Then, in a couple years, you’ll let Eijirou get you pregnant. You smile softly to yourself, because you’re one hundred percent sure your back will ache carrying his giant baby.

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Your daughter has lice so you shave her gross head, & on the back of her head you find a QR code, clearly not tattooed on (She was born with a full head of hair and never got it cut more than a trim until now, no opportunity for anyone to sneak a tattoo in) but clear as day, with crisp lines, no redness so clearly its been there for a while. So you take a photo of it and post it to facebook asking what that is what's going on why is it there and all your friends from church start messaging you directly, saying some pretty awful, out of character stuff. Warning you not to scan the fucking code. Dont scan the fucking code you god damned bastard. Do not. So you don't, cause you're scared. And you put her to sleep without telling her anything, with a head covered in mayo youre gonna wash out the next morning I know its thursday night but you know what, let's, lets get you a three day weekend. Okay? Okay daddy. Love you. Goodnight. Woken up at like 12 am by the sound of your door being smashed in, you see men in riot gear breaking your shit down, breaking all your shit, and you can't fucking stop them. Two of them are grabbing you. Grabbing you hard, holding you down but you can see more of them coming into your house. You see them go upstairs to your daughters bedroom, and drag her out as she screams but they cover her mouth and shes hitting and kicking them and biting their hands but theyre so armored and strong it doesnt even matter. It doesnt matter. And as you see this going down you try to scream but the men restraining you put a dirty cloth in your mouth and you start gagging, choking. And your eyes are bloodshot. Youre crying hot tears. And once you see them drag your daughter out the doors and load your her into a van the two men holding you nod at eachother, before one turns towards you and starts strangling you until you pass out while the other holds a finger to his ear and starts talking, but you can't hear, you cant read his lips...

& you wake up the next morning with your heart pounding, and a gross feeling in your mouth. And you immediately run up the stairs to see your daughter sleeping peacefully in her bed, still bald. Mayo on her head. Mayo smeared on her pillowcase from rolling over. So you rustle her awake. Hey sweetpea. Are you, are you feeling alright? How are you feeling. And she groans and asks if you were serious about not taking her to school today. All sleepy still... Yeah. I meant it.. Lets wash that mayo off.. Come on.. You lead her to the shower and start rinsing.. But there's no QR code. No QR code anywhere. You log onto facebook and check what you posted... Back-of-head pic of your bald daughter, no QR code. Check the comments, its your church friends. Ha! Did someone get lice? oh, that sounds terrible. praying for smooth recovery. Why is she bald? Why did you do this? Is this some kind of joke? Oh, lice. Tell her I send good luck.... All the people who messaged you yesterday. You check your messages. Wiped. Nothing.

Your front door is intact. The shit the men smashed is still there. There's no blood anywhere. You're not bruised. Did you just fucking imagine all that? You pace around but something close to the cieling catches your eye,

a smear of mayo

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 8 months ago

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Red Riot Unbreakable Heart Master List

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My Hero Academia

Fluff/Lemon 🍋

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Shinsou x Reader | Headcannon: How Hitoshi Shinsou Kisses 💋

Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

🦈❤️Boyfriend!Kirishima ❤️🦈

5 Times You Stole Eijiro Kirishima’s Hoodie | Part 1: The Convenience Store

Katsuki Bakugo x Eijiro Kirishima

Headcannon: Kirishima LOVES wearing Bakugo's clothes.

Katsuki Bakugo x Izuku Midoriya

BakuDeku | A Rainy Day Together ☔️💚💥

Pining Katsuki | BKDK Headcannon 💚💥

BakuDeku Secret Love Codes | Secret Relationship Head Cannon

BakuDeku First Kiss in the Tunnel of Love 💋

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Izuku x Reader | Headcannon: How Izuku Kisses 💋

Dabi x Hawks

And then he meets Keigo.

DabiHawks Rainy Day Together ☔️

Hawks x Reader

Hawks x Reader Imagine

Shōta Aizawa x Shirakumo

Aizawa's First Kiss | Shota Aizawa x Oboro Shirakumo

Shōta Aizawa x Reader

Shota Aizawa x Co-Worker Reader | Imagine

Smut 💋🌶

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Kirishima gives Todoroki S*x Tips | Todoroki x Reader Fic

Shoto Discovers He Has A Daddy Kink | Shoto x Reader

Movie Date 💕 | Shoto Todoroki x Reader

All Wrapped Up In a Bow 🎄❤️ | Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Shoto's First Kiss Series:

Part 1: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋

Part 2: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 2

Part 3: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 3

Part 4: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 4

Part 5: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 5

Part 6: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 6

Part 7: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 7

Part 8: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 8

Related Post: Shoto's First Kiss Timeline Brainstorm

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Izuku Midoriya x Reader | Headcannon: Your First Time Together

Izuku Midoriya x Katsuki Bakugo

BakuDeku Smut: Hooking Up At A Pro Hero Gala

Beneath the Bookshelves | BakuDeku

Katsuki Bakugo x Eijiro Kirishima

How to Suck Your Best Friend’s D*ck 🍆💋

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Stress Relief | Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Never Too Tired To Love You💜

Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

A Long, *Hard* Night with Eijiro Kirishima

Red Riot: Unbreakable Baby Daddy

Hawks x Reader

Hawks x Y/N | Doggy Style

Endeavor x Hawks

Endeavor x Hawks | Steamy in the Shower | Part One 💋

Endeavor x Hawks | Steamy in the Shower | Part Two 💋

Dabi x Hawks

Bed Chem. | Dabi x Hawks 🌶🔥🦅

Dabi x Reader

Unexpected Flames | Dabi/Touya x Reader

Staples. | Dabi/Touya x Reader 🔥🔞

Game On. | Touya x Reader Imagine 🌶

Shouta Aizawa x Reader

A Soft Place to Land | Aizawa x Reader 💕

MHA Guys x Reader

How The MHA Guys Act When They Realize They Don't Have a Condom 💋

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 23 days ago

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What The Heart Desires ❤️💚 (Daddy Dom!BakuKiri x sub!Mina x sub!Reader 18+ Short Fic)

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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Ejirou x Mina Ashido x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which two lonely-hearted girls make a wish on a star one Christmas Eve for their hearts’ desires: a Daddy Dom. What they don’t expect that night after their annual Christmas party is to receive that wish in two. When their very special party guests and secret crushes show up unannounced at their door proclaiming their romantic feelings and that these two cuties are theirs, what will our two lonely hearts do? Will they have to choose?

Tags: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Pro!KiriBakuMina (Late 20s-Early 30s); Bimbo!sub!Mina x Bimbo!sub!Reader; Dom!KiriBaku; Fantasy; Comedy; Size Difference; Aphrodisiac; Dubcon/R*pe; Body/Chest Worship; Scar Appreciation; Foreplay; Messy Kissing; Spit Play; Cum Play; S*x w/ S*x Toys; Anal Play; Spanking; Choking; Hair-Pulling; Degradation/Praise; Daddy Kink; DDLG; Mild BDSM; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Slutifcation; Objectification; Multiple Positions (Doggystyle, Missionary, Daisy Chain, etc.); Polyamorous; Everyone Is Bi; Mutual Os; Creampies; Ownership; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Chapters: ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. BONUS CHAPTER.

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THREE: WILL YOU BE MINE?

Knock, knock, knock.

You startle awake with a snooze between a squeak and a whimper like a mouse, shooting up from your sleeping position on your tummy. You take a moment to adjust to your new state, having just been rudely awakened from a deep slumber.

You look around the room, your eyes registering the soft glow of the fireplace. It is still ablaze, painting your living room in a soft glow along with the twinkling Christmas lights decorating the tree and the mantle. The end credits to ‘The Polar Express’ are on the TV which you remember flicking on at some point.

You must have fallen asleep during the movie. You barely remember it happening, only finding yourself on the couch underneath a thick blanket.

Knock, knock, knock.

You jump, turning towards the front door. Someone is here? Could that be from the house over? What time is it?

Your girlfriend sleeps at your feet on the couch, covered by a fluffy blanket. “Mina?” you sleepily ask. She doesn’t respond, only giving a flutter of her long lashes as she sleeps.

Then your house phone rings. It is sharp and loud, making you flinch and Mina groans in her sleep. “Turn it off,” she mumbles in her sleep, her adorable face etched in annoyance.

Quickly, you get up from the couch and reach for it on the coffee table, not even looking at the caller ID. It could just be a telemarketer or a scam call. “H-Hello?” you yawn.

“Y/N?” Kiri answers. “It’s me. Sorry, were you asleep? I’ve been tryin’ to call and left you, like, three voicemails.” His deep, raspy voice hits you like a tidal wave and suddenly, your sleep fog dissipates.

“Oh, Kiri!” you gasp, your stomach somersaulting. “I’m so sorry! My ringer must’ve been off and I fell asleep.” Mina stirs awake from the couch, poking her head up from her blanket. “Wha…?” she mutters. “Baby, who is that?” Her pink curls are messy and unruly.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Kiri says, sounding frantic. You are suddenly worried. “Listen, I’m at your front door. I meant to visit before the party ended, but we got so tied up at work and—“

“Don’t apologize, please,” you interrupt him, already moving to the front door. “I’m getting the door now.” You hang up the phone as your feet hit the soft carpet floor and you unlock the front door. Sure enough, when you open it, there is Red Riot himself standing on your doorsteps.

You turn to a confused and sleepy Mina sitting on the couch. “It’s Kiri,” you say, unable to hold in your excitement. Her golden eyes widen. “He came?” she asks, sitting up straight. “But it’s so late!” Quickly, she fixes her hair and wipes the drool from her face.

You swing open the door, revealing the pro in his big winter coat and scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. His big hands are tucked into his pockets and he stands so stiffly to avoid being so cold that you almost think he has been frozen that way.

Despite all of that, he still gives you a bright smile with those sharp, white teeth. “Hey,” he says in his oh-so-deliciously raspy, deep voice.

“Hi, Kiri!” you chirp, immediately moving out of the doorway to let him in. “Please come in and get warm. You look like you’re freezing!” He lets out a shivery exhale and a “thank you” as he awkwardly shimmies inside, ducking down to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe. He is so tall!

And so, so big. He makes your and Mina’s living room look like a dollhouse. Your body reacts to his delicious size and length by giving you a tingle in your stomach, the butterflies awake and excited by his surprise visit.

“Here, let me take your coat,” you say. It is really just an excuse to touch him…and smell him. You can’t help it! Kiri always smells so good whenever you’re near him—like cinnamon and some kind of spiced scent from his soap.

You ignore the butterflies that have made their way up to your chest as you take off his coat and scarf, hanging them up on the coat rack near your door. He stands there in his tan cashmere sweater and jeans, his cheeks slightly flushed from the cold.

Mina stands from the couch and gives him a hug, standing just below his chin. “Well, look who decided to finally make himself known,” she teases. “You look close to death! Here, I’ll get you some hot chocolate.”

Kiri shakes his head though he looks like he needs it. “No, Mina,” he says. “Thanks, but I’m not here for any of that.” His crimson eyes trail over to you, stealing your air. “Where’s Bakugou?” you wonder.

“He’s at home resting,” he explains and chuckles lightly. “It was a looong night and you’ll definitely see it on the news later.” You can’t help but snort, remembering Bakugou mentioning a giant snowman. You can only wonder what kind of mess of a villain they had to fight tonight.

Kiri’s face is still flushed as if he has been sitting by the fire for too long. He nervously shoves his gloves off of his big hands and shoves them away into his pockets. “I-I’m sorry for showin’ up some randomly, especially after the party, but…ah, jeez.”

He huffs to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks away from you and Mina as if he can’t stand the sight of your short, sweet, cute little asses standing in front of him.

“Eijirou?” Mina softly asks. “Is everything okay?” She cocks her head to the side, placing a hand on his shoulder. He swallows hard, his Adam’s Apple bobbing in a way that is almost obscene to you.

He runs one of his big, tatted, ringed hands down his face, frustrated. “You’re gonna think I’m fuckin’ crazy,” he sighs, chuckling to himself. “But while I was downtown fighting that villain, all I wanted to do was race over here ASAP. I couldn’t help but feel like I needed to be here…like something was calling to me.”

Mina looks utterly perplexed while you stand there, frozen. “What do you mean?” you ask, your heart thundering in your chest. He couldn’t possibly mean…

Kiri gives you an almost pained expression, his red brows knitted tightly together. He motions to the couch. “Please,” he implores. “Sit down with me.”

He takes a seat while you and Mina sit on his left and his right so he is right in between. You have sat with Kiri many times before on this exact same couch, but something about it now feels different. You have to resist the urge to stare at his crotch and soft-looking lips for too long as he bites his bottom lip, wiggling his lip ring around with his tongue.

You wish it was your tongue doing that instead. You wish his tongue was wiggling something else around too.

He places his big, veiny hands in his lap though his fingers still fidget a bit. You can only wonder what has gotten him so apprehensive. He nervously licks his lips before he starts speaking. “I’ve been tryin’ to avoid sayin’ anything about this,” he sighs, “but…somethin’ is tellin’ me to stop playin’ around and tell you both how I feel…for the both of you.”

The way he softly gazes at you and Mina leaves nothing to question. You look at your girlfriend, taking in the shock on her face. It is exactly the way you feel. There is no way that Kirishima, Red Riot himself, a man as fine as him, likes you.

Mina, yes. She is a total package with her toned body from years of training, her fame, and her bubbly personality. While you don’t consider yourself an ugly ass troll or anything, you don’t consider yourself famous or wealthy or anything. All you have is your bakery and your famous girlfriend.

And yet Kiri stares at you as if you are everything and more.

“I’ve felt these feelings for you both for a long time.” He gives you a sheepish smile. “And I didn’t say anything in fear of messin’ up our friendship and your relationship with each other. I think you two are perfect for each other! A-And…”

He pauses, his face growing redder than his long locks cascading down his back and shoulders. You and Mina are as silent as church mice, patiently waiting for him to continue.

Finally, he exhales and finds the confidence to continue his confession. “And I’d like to have the honor of being with the both of you too, i-if you’ll have me,” he confesses. “I’ve had this mad, stupid crush on you both for a while now, but lately, it’s grown. Every time I see you, it takes everything in me to control myself.”

You want to tell him the same—that every time you see him, you have the urge to grab him and kiss him. That you crave to be held in his arms. That your desire to be near him and Mina is so strong that it aches.

“You don’t have to,” Mina blurts. “Because I’ve felt the same way.” Bug-eyed, you and Kiri turn to stare at her in total shock. “You do?” you ask in unison.

Mina grows pink like her hair and nervously plays with the buttons on her romper. She slowly nods, admitting to her forbidden feelings. “I just never said anything because I didn’t want to make things weird between us.” She turns to you, her eyes soft. “I always knew you must’ve felt the same too. It was the way you looked at him.”

Kiri turns to you, lips parted in shock. You can no longer escape the truth. “It’s true,” you confess. “Mina, I’m so—“

“Don’t,” she interrupts, reaching across Kiri to gently squeeze your knee. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Not when you’re still the perfect girlfriend.”

She gives you a warm, loving smile that melts you. Now that you know she has been feeling the same way you have, there is nothing more to be ashamed of. “So we really like you too, Kiri,” she giggles, turning to the pro sitting between you. “In case you didn’t get any of that.”

Kiri sits there stunned, his cheeks flushed red. “R-Really?” he stammers. You both laugh at his cute reaction and nod. He breaks out into a big grin that sends your heart all aflutter.

“Shit, this is like a dream come true!” he laughs, taking both of your and Mina’s hands in his. An electric current runs up your arm and throughout your body from the feeling of his warm hand in yours. You want to tell him that this is a dream come true for you as well.

Kiri shakes his head, astounded. “It’s so weird,” he says, mostly to himself. “Now I have this innate want for you both…like I’m supposed to be the one to take care of you.” He gives you both a sheepish and almost embarrassed look, but you can see in his eyes that he means it.

Your entire body is tingling with need now and you interlace your fingers in fear of him disappearing. You want to hold onto this moment. “Is that what you want?” you softly ask. Mina looks on, her eyes big with want. She needs to know too. She and you need to know that this is the one you’ve been waiting for. Someone worthy of both of you.

Kiri’s smile fades and so does his shyness. It excites you. “Yes,” he boldly replies. “I want that more than anything. I want to be the one to come running to when things go wrong or you feel like you can’t pick yourself back up. I wanna be the one to hold you at night. I wanna be the only one to care for you always.”

He presses a kiss to both of your and Mina’s hands, his soft lips leaving a stamp on your heart. “I want you both to be mine,” he whispers. “Will you accept me?”

“Kiri,” you whisper, unable to say anything more because of the emotion welling in your throat. He truly is your wish come true! You share a look with Mina who gives you a wink. “Yes!” you exclaim. “Yes, yes, of course we will!”

But before you can throw yourself into Kiri’s lap and kiss him all over, your girlfriend stops you. “Hang on a sec, Y/N,” Mina cuts in. “Before we agree, you need to make something very clear to us. We need to be 100% sure that you’re serious about this.”

Her serious little expression is absolutely adorable, but Kiri still acts like this is important. “That’s fair,” he replies, sitting up straight. “Lay it on me.”

Mina coaxes you both to stand up from the couch with her. She takes your side, the both of you standing in front of the redhead now. She takes his hand in both of hers, his palm so much bigger than both of hers combined. He is big enough to break both of you if he wants to.

The pink-haired, rosy-cheeked pro stares up into Kiri’s eyes through her long, thick lashes that would make any man swoon. “Do you promise to always be there for Y/N and me?” she softly asks.

“And to always take care of us?” you add, taking Kiri’s free hand in yours.

“And to not be afraid to put us in our place now and again?” Mina giggles, not even having to elaborate on that one.

“And to stay with us, no matter how hard things may get?” you continue. Mina pokes her bottom lip out, knowing the power that it has and how cute she looks to anyone. “Do you promise, Eji?” she whispers.

You can feel Kiri tense at his government being used like it’s a forbidden word, his vermillion eyes igniting like the fire blazing and crackling in the fireplace. A slow smile appears on his handsome face, filling you with jubilance. “For you two?” he scoffs as if this should be so obvious. “I’d be a fuckin’ idiot not to. You have me.”

You feel giddy. Happy. Overjoyed. But there is one more thing you need to know. “So…it’s okay if we call you…c-certain things?” you stammer, suddenly shy. You know that it is important to be open and honest with your romantic partners, especially new ones.

But something tells you that Kiri is on the same page as you are. “Like what?” he teasingly asks. “Somethin’ like ‘baby’? ‘Darling’?”

His voice grows louder as his pierced brow raises. “‘Daddy’?” he whispers and his tone sends shivers down your spine. Realizing he hit the head on the nail, his grin widens. “I go for all three,” he chuckles.

That is the golden buzzer answer. You and Mina share excited smiles, thrilled that this Christmas Eve has turned around in the best way. “Then what are you waiting for?” she giggles. “Kiss us!”

Kiri’s eyes grow hotter and more intense than before, his softened gaze replaced with one of hunger. “You don’t have to ask me twice, cutie,” he softly growls. “I’ve been waitin’ to do this for so, so long.”

He places a hand on Mina’s cheek and cups it gently, admiring her features. She melts into his touch, pushing her cheek farther into his palm. Finally, they lean in and press their lips together in a sweet, longing kiss. Mina softly moans into the kiss and stands on her toes, desperate for more. She throws her arms around Kiri’s neck as his big arm snakes around her waist, pulling her closer. You watch on, realizing how hot it is to see your girlfriend kiss someone else.

A finer, hotter someone who also happens to be your partner too. You still are unsure how this happened and why it feels so right, but you can’t focus on any of that when Kiri wraps his other arm around you and pulls you close.

He pulls away from Mina, the sound of their lips softly pulling away making your stomach flip excitedly. “You want some too?” he asks you, his voice sultry and low. “Ask nicely.”

Your lips are glued to each other. You’re unable to speak. Kiri teasingly tilts your chin up with his index and middle fingers, his touch leaving trails of fire along your skin. Need courses through you, making your nipples tingle beneath your clothes. “Please, kiss me,” you damn near whimper.

Kiri smiles, pleased. “Good girl. We’re already off to a good start.”

And then finally, he bends down to press his lips to yours in a kiss. It is sweet. It is longing. It is perfect. It is a kiss that has you craving so much more from the delicious-smelling, sexy-ass redheaded pro. He is slow and gentle at first, using this chance to get to know your lips and how you taste against his mouth.

You find yourself loving his mouth already despite just being introduced to it. You place your hands on his broad shoulders and stand on your toes to deepen the kiss. Kiri moans in response, both of his hands finding your hips and ass. “Is this okay with you?” he murmurs into the kiss.

You nod, humming in enjoyment. Yes, all of it is okay. You want his hands and lips all over you. You want him naked, all lawyers between you off and away.

As the kiss grows passionate and a little more heated than before, Mina grows bolder. She toys with the collar of Kiri’s shirt, tugging on it. “Can we take these off, Daddy?” she asks, batting her lashes. “You must be sooo hot in this heavy sweater. We wouldn’t want you to get overheated.”

Kiri pulls away from your lips with a soft pop, raising an eyebrow at Mina’s mischievous, flirty smile. “So she’s the brat,” he chuckles to you. With a giggle, you nod while Mina pouts her pretty, pink lips.

“Don’t worry, babe,” you coo. “I still love you.” You lean in to press a kiss on her lips, much to Kiri’s liking. “I love you too,” she whispers and as the sweet words drift in the sulfur-scented air, you realize just how true they are. Now, maybe, you get to share that love with another person.

Kiri turns to Mina, gently taking her chin into his big palm. “Ask a little nicer and maybe I’ll let you,” he replies, his raspy voice low and shiver-including. Mina’s eyes grow soft and needy like the man standing before her is a delicious dessert that she can’t get her hands on.

“Please, Daddy,” she softly begs. “Can we please take off your clothes?”

The redhead smiles, satisfied, and pecks her on the lips as a reward. Firm yet still sweet and giving. Your kind of man. “Good girl,” he coos. “Go ahead, cuties. Take what you want.”

Like two kids in a candy store, you and Mina begin to greedily strip Kiri’s clothes off of him in an effort to get him completely naked. He kicks off his boots, keeping his polo socks on, while you take off his sweater. For a few seconds, all you and Mina can do is gape at the fine specimen standing in front of you in the firelight and twinkling red and green Christmas lights.

Kiri smirks proudly at you both, loving that he has a strong effect on you. “You like what you see?” he teasingly asks. Dumbly, you nod, too stunned for words. You’ve seen Kiri’s body before in his hero gear, but only on TV and in magazines. To see it now before you is like a wet dream come true.

He is all man. Standing a head taller than you with tanned skin stretching across muscle, he is blessed with big, beefy arms roped in tattooed sleeves of different symbols and designs, a toned stomach that looks good enough to lick, and suckable pectorals with each tanned nipple adorned with silver rings. Your eyes trail down his washboard abs to his lower stomach pebbled in fine, black hair. His happy trail. You have the urge to lick it.

Mina is as happy as a clam, practically bouncing up and down on her heels. “Yes,” she giggles. “I can’t believe we really get this body all to ourselves!” She moves towards him and places her hands on his chest, but he stops her by taking her hands off of him.

“Uh-uh, greedy girl. I ain’t say you could touch me.” He cocks his head to the side, squinting. “Now did I?” Mina practically squirms, her eyes gazing at every part of his delicious body. “No, Daddy,” she whimpers. “I couldn’t help myself. You just look so damn good!”

You concur, your mouth watering at the sight of him. But you know what he wants and in order to get what you want, you need to give it to him. “May we touch you, Daddy?” you obediently ask, your voice soft and almost innocent.

Kiri swallows hard, your voice and words affecting him greatly. You’re happy to know that the feeling is mutual. “Yes, you may,” he replies, pleased. He turns to your girlfriend, trailing a finger down her jawline. “See how easy that was, Mina? We’re both gonna have to teach you how to be a sweet girl, aren’t we, baby?”

Mina melts at the sugary pet names as do you, loving how much of a lover boy Kiri is. “How are you gonna do that, Daddy?” she purrs, still playing the role of the adorable yet mischievous bratty girl. You find it oh-so-hot, especially when you think about what Kiri has in mind for “correcting” her later.

The redhead smirks, trailing his finger back up to trace Mina’s bottom lip. “You’ll find out later,” he murmurs. “Just keep touchin’ me. Let those pretty hands wander.”

You and Mina don’t need to be told twice. “Yes, sir,” you both giggle, desperate for a chance to feel him under your fingertips.

Even your hottest, wettest fantasies can’t compare to feeling the solid muscle and warm skin under your roaming hands. You and Mina share Kiri, taking a part of him to admire and grope while sharing kisses and exchanging needy moans between each other.

While Mina kisses his neck, you kiss his lips, gently stroking his chest while his hands grope your ass. When you switch, you sneakily watch Kiri grip Mina’s apple-bottom ass as they greedily kiss, your lips pecking all over his shoulders and back muscles.

At some point, you three end up on the couch with Kiri caught between your softer, tinier frames. It’s a good thing too because you could feel your knees becoming weaker, your arousal taking control over your body. You can already feel your panties becoming soaked, your pussy throbbing impatiently.

But you ignore it. Not yet. You need to enjoy this man a little longer first.

Kiri leans his head back, exposing his throat and neck to your and Mina’s greedy lips, coating him in your lipgloss. It is almost as if you’re marking him for yourselves…which arouses you more than you will admit. Your mouths trail down to his chest where you begin to suck on his pierced nipples, soft moans leaving your lips as you do.

Kiri shivers at the feeling of your soft lips and gentle grazes of your teeth along his nipples, only more sensitive from the piercings. His eyes are crimson slits as they gaze down at you and Mina, his hands trailing through your hair. “Fuck,” he moans. “You both look so pretty down there.”

Mina giggles, peering up at the man who is so close to losing his fucking mind. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispers.

Unable to stop yourself, your hands trail down to his pants. You place a hand on his belt, leaving it there and not going any further. You know you need permission first. “Do you want us to take these off, Daddy?” you whisper, unable to keep the desire from out of your voice.

Kiri is currently in the throes of ecstasy, soft whines and groans escaping him as Mina continues to suck on his nipples. Slowly, your hand skates down to brush your fingers along his hard-on pushing against his jeans, knowing he is just as desperate for more as you and Mina are. You need to see his cock right now. ‘Please say yes. Please say yes. Please!’

“Yes,” he groans, impatience and need in his voice. He grips Mina’s hair, tightening his hold on her pink locks. “Yes, yes, fuck ye—“

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!

You and Mina both jump at the loud knocking that interrupts the quickly intensifying moment. Kiri immediately sits up, breathing heavily from the constant groping and fondling from your soft hands. You all are silent, looking towards the door where the sound came from.

“W-What was that?” you nervously ask. Mina shrugs, her pink curls a mess all over her head. “Some kid playing a prank?” she suggests, but she’s just as alarmed as you.

But then there it is again: BOOM, BOOM, BOOM against your door.

The redhead shifts and immediately rises to his feet. “Kiri?” you question, your voice soft and uncertain. He tosses his sweater over his head and tugs it back on. His body is tense and on edge, each muscle tight. “You two stay right there,” he sternly says. You and Mina don’t dare move as he stalks towards the door. Who could it be at this hour?

“Who is it?” Kiri calls, firm and unsure.

“Fuckin’ Santa Claus,” a familiar, growly voice barks out from behind the door. “Who the fuck do you think it is?”

Bakugou.

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kingkatsuki · 2 years ago

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How did i miss this oh my GOD.

"I just like you,"

I’m obsessed with him😫

take a beating | e. kirishima

✫ tags ;; heavy sadomasochism / consensual painplay, caning (do your research, safe sane and consensual please), sub!kirishima, dom!reader, reader is called ma'am, heavy aftercare, petnames ike mutt and puppy, the word stupid like once, praise and heavy aftercare included

✫ wc ;; 1.5k

✫ a/n ;; i want to hurt him (affectionate). heed the tags i swear to god.

✫ synposis ;; kirishima is willing to endure anything for you. he likes it really.

Kirishima Ejirou is strong.

Sturdy. He has the mental fortitude that he spent so long chasing in his youth and the physical strength of a bull. He's big, towering at nearly 6'5, maybe more.

He's a wall of pure muscle, though in his relaxed state he has a pudge to him that makes you feel affectionate and warm. Thick, broad chest, bulging biceps, core muscles so tough they can endure almsot anything.

Kirishima doesn't often come home with injuries other than bruises, and even those prove to be infrequent. He's built in a way that lends himself to take whatever hits him.

There's an irony to seeing him like this, you think. Knowing just how strong he is, how many hits he can take.

Kirishima is also delicate, in his own special way.

But his knees don't tremble when he stands so politely. Feet spread, naked. He holds his hands behind his back and he looks at you so nervously you smile.

"You ready?"

"Yes ma'am,"

"And you know what colors mean stop, don't you, Riot?"

He smiles sheepishly.

"Red, ma'am,"

"There's my good boy,"

Kirishima lets his lower lip get tugged between his teeth, nodding with acceptance. He's so much bigger than you, but even as he tilts his head down - it's hard for him to meet your eyes. You reach up to cup his cheek in your palm, and he leans into the touch. Rubbing against your hand, you laugh.

"Do you always act this cute?"

"I just like you,"

You laugh at that, getting up on your toes to press a kiss to his mouth. He receives you openly, wanton. Your free hand wraps around his shaft and his body goes tight.

"Use your words, okay?

"Yes, ma'am."

"Go lay down for me,"

Kirishima is familiar with this part. He nods, inching over to your bed. You can feel the anticipation roll off of him in waves, and you laugh as he lays down on his stomach. He pushes his hips on instinct. You place a loving tap on his ass that makes him yelp.

"So eager to take a beating, Red Riot,"

"Just for you,"

"Yeah,"

You pick up the rattan cane and let it swish through the air. The sound makes Kirishima wince. You laugh at that, giving him another smack as you let it swish around to get a feel for it.

"This is is your reward," ― Your voice goes low as you let the wood place gentle taps all over his back ― "For being a good boy and making me cum. My obedient and stupid puppy,"

Kirishima moans unabashedly. You smile.

"So you can cum whenever you feel like. Or you can ask me to help you. Do you understand?"

He nods, moaning.

"Yes, ma'am,"

"Good. Deep breaths,"

You rest your pointer finger as you hold the cane steady. You start with light, light taps. Short, precise motions to warm the skin. Anything too hard or too much earlier will cause more breakage than you're aiming for.

Kirishima would be fine with it. He has a nasty habit of asking for a beating whever and where he can. Still, you only have it in you to meet him half-way. So you start light, short gentle taps to familiarize him with the sensation. At a precise ninety degree angle, a little away from him to make sure the cane doesn't wrap.

Your eyes linger on the way he ruts against the sheets. The pillow you place carefully - he fucks into without issue. He lets out a ragged sound of want as you strike him again. A few more times, with just a little more pressure than before.

A pinkness is starting to bloom on the muscles of his back. You rub his thigh delicately in between taps to give him a breather before stepping back.

"Oh, oh - shit. Harder, please,"

You tsk, giving one hard hit. A dull thud echoes through the room, mixes with Kirishima's moans. Wanton and desperate he fucks into the sheets harder. His hands dig into the bed beneath him.

"Harder?"

"Fuck, h-harder. Harder,"

You shake your head, amused. The dull ache of arousal throbs between your legs but you ignore it. Taking a deep breath you go again. With a harder pace, you travel up and down the large expanse of Kirishima's back - slowly increasing the pressure.

A repetitive and quick thud fills the room, over and over and over. Kirishima makes sure to keep his shoulder relaxed, but his core is loose. Your can hear the soft humping of his dick into the folded pillow.

He pants softly with each hit, and your heart hammers in your ears at the sound of his broken. So broken with every tap that your stomach does flips.

"So good," You murmur. Your ears catch on his delirium, the way he slides that slippery slope. You hear it in his voice when he moans.

"Oh, please,"

You flick your wrists up to give him three hard hits that make his whole body jerk forward. His breath catches and you hear a broken thanks leave his mouth.

You go a little lower, light taps all the way down to the small of his backs.

You slide the can over his ass. He groans softly. Looking over the array of red welts on his shoulders and back, you grin.

"Should I help you cum like this?"

There's one hard, long slap - a cold cane on the softest part of the flesh. Kirishima's whole body goes taut, like a bow string waiting to snap. He jerks violently, voice slipping into borderline panic.

"Fuck, more,"

Another hard one. You bring your wrist back and land a welt on the spot just above your first one. You hear his voice again, begging for more and more. You slide the cane over your next one before placing another hard hit. Your chest swells with pride at the raised skin.

"A l-little more, and I'm g-gonna,"

You give it to him as best you can. Careful and precise but hard canes until you hear his voice crackle. He stills asks your permission before cumming, but when he cums - he cums hard. You watch with pride as he fucks into the sheets and spills a hot, sticky mess of seed all over the sheets.

You pat his thigh affectionately before walking over to the other side of the bed, crouching to be eye-level with him. You think this must be the closes he could have to having hearts in his pupils.

You reach your hand out to stroke his hair, and he sighs.

"You with me, sweet boy?"

"Hmnggfh,"

You laugh loudly at that, leaning forward to kiss nose. He easily melts into the gestures, floaty and contented.

"Love you so much,"

"I love you too, baby.

Kirishima lays limp as you carefully inspect over the areas of damage, ensuring that there's no broken skin or anything else to infect.

You help Kirishima get up in a way that doesn't strain too much on his back before sitting him. He sits like a wet lump - hunched over as you clean his sticky cock. The glass of cold water on your bedside table gets handed to him.

He looks cute like this, a post coital haze enveloping him. You can't help but laugh at the lethargy in his movements. The long, slow gulps of water followed by deep breaths as you do any immediate clean up.

"Gonna be right back, that okay?"

"Need a kiss first," He rasps. You chuckle but oblige, giving him a soft peck before waltzing into the kitchen quickly.

You grab a premade icepack from the fridge before returning to the bedroom. You crawl onto the bed, sitting behind him on your knees as you quietly ice his back.

"That feels good," He says through a soft breath. You giggle.

"I bet tough guy. Do you want some oitment too?"

He shakes his head.

"You didn't hit me that hard,"

You snort with laughter, but you don't need to look to know he's grinning. You press your lips to the top of his head.

"You did a great job, baby."

"You're amazing, yknow? Thank you for being so good to me," He says back. You flush.

"Only you could thank me for something like this," You tease.

He looks up at you with amusement, mirth, and exhaustion all mixed together. But there's a seriousness there too, just barely.

"I really mean that," ― He says, lost in though. He looks up at you again, still a little out of it ― "I know it's good for both of us but I also know it can be a lot. But you give it to me everytime, so thank you,"

You press down to give him a kiss on the lips that he excepts.

"Thanks for letting me do it to you and for bein' sweet to me,"

"Wouldn't be manly if I wasn't,"

You laugh softly.

"Guess it wouldn't be,"

#this was so so good!!!#fic recs #friend recs #author recs #not mine #Kirishima #red daddy riot

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