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realcube · 6 months ago

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dilf december

day four ⭑ eijiro kirishima ⭑ kid's dad x party princess

tags : age gap, fluff, didn't want to imply the reader's looks so 'princess lavender' is just a made-up character that can look like whatever you want

an exceptional way of earning an income alongside being a broke college student is dressing up as a princess and being hired to attend rich children's birthday parties to entertain them.

you've been doing it for a while now, meaning you have accumulated lots of positive reviews and have worked at many events. however, this is the first one to truly blow you away at how massive it is.

there were around ten other character workers in attendance, as well as clowns, face-painters, live music, and caterers. not to mention the bouncy-house and pool that were also features at this party. it sounds like way too much entertainment to fit into one backyard, but no, this family was so wealthy that their own back garden was big enough to host all these amenties, plus the hundreds of guests.

however, you're only able to see all this by peering around the side of the house into the backyard, because you were specifically instructed to wait at the front of the house until invited inside. you weren't sure who was going to come get you — an event manager or otherwise — but you had been standing on the porch for around forty minutes now, and the neighbours were starting to cast you suspicious looks.

however, just as you were about to pull out your phone to check the time again, the front door swung open and a tall, beefy man frantically began looking around, but quickly calmed down when his gaze fell upon you. he smiled, revealing his sharp, pointed teeth, "the princess has arrived." he sung playfully.

you would laugh, but you are simply too stunned to do so. though you were aware you would be working for a "kirishima" residence, it still came as a shock to you that the father of the birthday girl is the sturdy hero: red riot! seeing his towering figure before you — standing at well over 6'5" — with his bulging muslces flexing as his arms are folded over his chest, along with his defined yet scarred facial features were enough to incite a strong sting of fear mixed with arousal inside you.

he must've noticed how mesmerised and dumbfounded you were, as he shortly prompts, "uh, feelin' okay, kid?"

you nod frantically, although that messed up your tiara, which you then fix as you awkwardly explain, "yes, of course! i'm great. super excited to see the birthday girl."

he smirks, endeared by how sweet you seem, "good. it isn't time for you to go out there just yet. we're keeping you as one last surprise for after she gets her cake. why don't you come inside for now though?"

you nod politely, and follow him excitedly as he leads you inside his home. as you may except, it's all exceptionally large; so naturally it takes a irregular amount of time to even walk through the foyer. to combat the awkward silence, you try to make friendly yet professional conversation, "this is such an impressive party that you've thrown for your daughter. are birthdays always this large in your family?"

he chuckles deeply, his laugh echoing throughout the spacious area. "no, never this big. but this is her first birthday since her mum and i got divorced, so i want it to be extra special for her." suddenly the atmosphere in the room shifts silently to something more solemn, only for a moment, until he continues, "plus, i need to outdo whatever my ex-wife has planned."

you both chuckle, and as you to do, you arrive in the living room and he motions for you to sit down on the plush cashmere sofa. "well, you've really gone all-out. it seems pretty much impossible to beat."

"hope so." he looks around slightly, as though he was trying to remember something or was about to move off, but then his demeanour softens and he relax back onto the matching sofa, opposite the one you were sat on. "sorry for leaving you waiting outside on the porch for so long, there was just so much stuff i had to take care of. who would've thought throwing a six year-old's birthday party would be harder than being a pro-hero?" he forces a laugh, though you can tell it's laced with stress and frustration.

"it's amazing that you're trying." you comment, gazing at him while he admires you right back. though, neither of you can really tell.

"yeah. and it's all worth it to make her happy, anyway." he muses, getting lost in his own thoughts, until he snaps out of them and jumps to his feet, "speaking of which, i need to see if my angel is doing alright." he swiftly starts walking off in a direction that you assume leads to the back garden. as he marches off, he calls out to you, "stay right there and make yourself at home. i'll be back for you soon, princess." he snickers, and shoots you a playful wink from over his shoulder.

it's enough to make your heart flutter and it seared into your brain, replaying in your mind for the whole time you were waiitng. it confirmed that not only was he the richest dad you've ever worked for, but the hottest too.

⭑⭑⭑

around an hour passed and the entire time, you were laying on the couch, watching youtube videos on your phone. not that you minded, since you already charged for the length of the whole party, meaning you were essentially being paid to sit around and look pretty, which is never a bad thing.

you heard quite a commotion outside as everyone began singing happy birthday, then cheer as the candles are blown out. shortly afterwards, kirishima comes darting back into the living room, and holds out his hand for you to take, "ready to go?"

you look up at him, and nod. getting into character and you delicately place your hand in his and stand up, straightening yourself out and adjusting your tiara.

he takes you through the kitchen to the dining room, where there is a set of open glass doors that lead directly to the backyard. he tells you to stop beside one the doors, and not got through just yet, so you are out of view of everyone outside too.

he, however, steps out and yells to get to everyone's attention. "alright, we have one last surprise! can you cover your eyes, angel?"

you can't see her from where you are standing, but you assume she covered her eyes. that is when kirishima pops his head back into the dining room and mouths for you to come through the door.

you do so, and immediately all the guests — parents and children alike — start a quiet chorus of 'ooh's and 'aah's. kirishima's red-headed daughter is practically bouncing with excitement at this point, wearing a wide grin.

"okay, you can open them!"

she drops her hands as her father says, and screams with glee at the mere sight of you. "princess lavender!" she shrieks, jumping on the spot then sprinitng over to you, with her arms wide open. you would've thought she had some sort of speed-related quirk considering the terminal velocity she came at you with.

likewise, the force she hugs with is enough to almost knock you off your feet but in a princess-like fashion, you are able to keep your balance and gracefully hug her back, humming, "hello, sweetheart. i heard it's your birthday today?"

she briefly pulls away from the hug to gaze up at you with stars in her eyes, nodding eagerly, "yes! i'm turning six. how'd you know?"

a curious one. not to worry though, by now you have curated an arsenal of appropriate responses to questions like these. "i know the birthdays of all the little princess' across the land." you say, booping her nose and in response she scrunches up her face with delight.

"did daddy bring you here?" she asks, holding onto your finger with one hand, and using her other to motion to her father, who was standing at the side, recording this whole interaction.

"uh." you stumble slightly over your words as look at kirishima, almost getting flustered by how manly he looks under the golden sunlight. but you quickly regain your composure, and swiftly try to redirect the topic of conversation, "yes, he did. he also told me that you haven't had any of your yummy cake yet, shall we go eat?"

all the children in unison burst into a cheer of agreement, and they all rush to the centre table, where there is a three-tiered castle cake waiting to be served.

⭑⭑⭑

you spent another hour or so with the birthday girl and all her friends: eating cake, telling stories, answering questions and doing whatever they pleased. it was a very sweet experience; red riot has clearly raised a very smart and kind young lady, and it felt nice that she was so thrilled to see you at her party.

soon though, you began to lose many of the other girl's attention and they were lured back into the various other entertainments such as the bouncy castle or pool.

the birthday girl, however, stayed loyal to you, still engaging you in a conversation about carriage rides even when all her other friends had gone elsewhere. "was a long journey here from your castle?"

"yes, quite long. but it was very worth to come see you, dear." you smile at her, and she beams right back.

as if of cue, kirishima appears and joins the discussion. "hi, my angel, are you enjoying your party?" he asks gently, flashing her an equally massive grin.

"yes!" she declares firmly, motioning to you. then, while seeing the two of you standing beside each other, you can see in her eyes the exact moment that the young girl has an idea. "did you two ride in the carriage together?"

"well.." you stutter, looking to kirishima with wide-eyes to insinuate that you think it would be best if he answered this one.

however, he's equally at a loss for words, "uh, yeah, we did. i drove the carriage and brought princess lavender here to your party!" he states proudly, clearly fishing for some praise or recognition from his daughter for his 'efforts', but she simply uses this new fact to further her agenda.

"does that mean you're friends?" she asks innocently.

as someone who is experienced in working with kids, your blood runs cold as you realise what she is hinting at. though you open your mouth to put a quick end to it, you are unfortunately interupted by a completely unsuspecting and ignorant kirishima, who stupidly responds, "of course we are!" as he slings a strong arm around your shoulders and pulls you in for a performative half-hug.

meanwhile, as you expected, his daughter's red eyes light up with joy, and she exclaims, "princess lavender is gonna be my new mommy!"

"huh?—" kirishima stammers, but it's too late. his daughter is already racing around the back garden, screaming and yelling over the top of the music, letting everyone know how happy she is that princess lavender is going to marry her daddy and be her new mom. naturally, all the parents exchange confused looks, while the children only whoop and cheer alongside her, or gripe about how lucky she is to have a princess for a mom.

you sigh and share a defeated expression with kirishima, mouthing, "i'm sorry."

even though he seems downcast and mortified, he still musters up the strength and patience to reassuringly rub your arm, "hey, don't apologise, princess. that was my fault."

you press your lips into a line, and explain, "i just mean, i'm sorry that you're going to have to tell her the truth and disappoint her on her birthday."

now his expression contorts into a puzzled one, "what do you mean?"

you blink. clearing your throat then clarifying softly, with a sympathetic glint in your eyes, "i mean that she'll probably be sad when you tell her that we aren't really getting married."

you expected him to be anguished or worried by this reminder, which is why you become the confused one, when his lips spread out into his signature bright smile, and he utters, "who said we aren't getting married?"

what did he just say? surely you must've mishead him. over the loud music and screaming children, it was likely for his voice to be warped amongst the noise. that was the only logical explanation, you reasoned. despite the fact he had left you speechless, you eventually attempt to ask him to repeat himself.

however, by then, his attention had already diverted away from you and onto his celebrating daughter. "don't run so fast! you'll hurt yourself." she doesn't stop, which leads to him to chasing after her, which in turn causes a large game of tag amongst the children.

yourself, and the other party entertainers stand aside and watch for a while, until the game gradually dies down. once it does, all the kids are now tried, thus serving as a natural conclusion to the wild birthday party.

as guests and other entertainers start leaving, the birthday girl quickly takes notice and hastily rushes up to you, clinging to your ballgown and gazing up at you with misty eyes, "are you going now?"

you pout, cupping her cheek in your gloved hand and gently stroke her cheek with your thumb, "i am; my carriage awaits. but i can't wait to come back for your next birthday."

kids attention spans are quite short and their memories are even shorter, so you assumed amongst all the chaos of the game of tag, she thankfully must have forgotten about your pending 'marriage' to her father.

that is, until he saunters up to the two of you, serving as a reminder.

her eyes light up at the sight of her dad, and she giggles, before her dad can even get a word in, "when are you gunna have a wedding?"

kirishima's eyes widen as he looks between both of you, astounded, "erm, we are still deciding." he says, and fortunately she seems contented with that answer, "have you said goodbye to princess lavender?"

she hugs you tightly, and with her face buried into the poofy fabric of your dress, she yells, "goodbye, princess lavender! thank you for coming to my birthday." then, she pulls away and looks into your eyes to say with conviction, "i'll see you soon, okay?"

"okay." you nod, with a small smile. "thank you for inviting me. i'll see you soon." you princess-wave to her, as you are escorted to the front of the house by her father.

he tells her to get her face-painted while he has a quick chat with you out front. in his driveway, he pulls out his wallet and starts counting bills, "what a day, huh?" he muses.

"yeah.." you mutter, taking the stack of money he hands to you as payment. though you didn't count it all, you could tell just by looking at the bills that he gave you around double the amount you charged. "thank you, but i think this is a bit much. i'm only expecting forty-thousand yen."

"i know. the rest is your tip. you did a great job; i can tell she really loved you." he said, a sincere softeness in his eyes, "she was a bit crazy today, so that tip is to make sure you want to come back." he laughed at his joking statement, and so did you.

"thank you so much. i'm glad you think i did a good job, and i'll make sure to keep this date free for her birthday party next year."

"oh, i'd hope she had moved on from princess lavender by then. i don't know if i can go another year watching that damn show." he scoffs playfully. he looks to you expectantly, anticipating your laughter as well, however all he is met with is a completely baffled expression.

"so, what do you need me to come back for, if not her birthday party?" you ask innocently.

he rolls his eyes and smirks, "don't be coy."

"are you looking to hire me for your own birthday, red riot?" you tease.

"definitely." he jokes back with you, but then proceeds to say in complete seriousness, "but i think i'll have you come dressed as something besides a princess."

your eyes widen and a boiling heat comes creeping over your cheeks. able to tell that he's flustered you, kirishima continues to laugh, "seriously, i'd love to have you back here sometime. not a wedding though; maybe just dinner. how does that sound?"

you blink, becoming light-headed. you pray your mind wasn't betraying you and you didn't just imagine him saying that. after a couple moments of confirming that you were indeed concious and not in a dream, you nod your head rapidly, since your throat had completely dried up.

he smiles at your response, and hums, "great. i'll send you the details."

nodding so eagerly had messed up your crown, so kirishima takes it upon himself to straighten it, locking eyes with you as he does so. "there you go, princess." he says, hands dropping to take your gloved fingers in his, then bending over slightly so he can bring your knuckles up to his lips and plant a kiss upon them. lasting a few seconds before he parts, and stands entirely upright, "so long."

you can't help but grin cheesily at his princely actions. then, getting into character one last time, you curtsey to him and wave goodbye, "till we meet again."

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gfguren · 10 months ago

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pro hero!kirishima x reader | angst?, fluff, childhood friends→lovers, best friend!kiri my beloved, 2.8k (apparently??) | cw: cursing, reader wears a dress

-eighteen, and heartbroken, you ghost your best friend. years pass, as do old feelings; coincidence brings you back together again-

They say old habits die hard, your heartbeat rings true.

It's been years—six, at least. Since you've seen Kirishima. And he's still there, in the library of things you've loved, thumbed and beloved, worn at the spine where you once folded the pages, one over the other, carelessly. Always carelessly. As if they'd stay the same through all the wear and tear. You were—careless—after all, eighteen, and foolish, feelings too big for your heart.

But that was okay. It always was, with him. Wherever you wanted to go, whatever you wanted to do. He was happy as long as you were—and so, so good to you; it was childish of you, but you almost wished that he wasn't.

Maybe it was some kind of teenage rebellion that you pushed it too far. Some kind of lashing out, 'getting even', that you kissed other boys, pretended be head over heels in love with anyone, everyone, but Kirishima. Because you did—love him—and not in the way he loved you, you were sure.

Because if he had—really had—he would have hesitated, would have hurt. Wouldn't have vetted your dresses, or wiped the smudge from beneath your eyes. Wouldn't have told you how pretty you looked without really looking at you at all. Wouldn't have drove you to meet other boys, or dried your tears when they made you cry, like all of your other friends did. The kinds you didn't want to kiss. The kinds you imagined a future with, but not with kids and a dog and a white picket fence.

It was obvious for you, came natural as breathing, you'd known him your whole life. Skinned knees, and awkward school dances. Your very first kiss, though it meant nothing at the time. Just kids—curious, and reckless, and definitely not in love. You thought it'd be like that forever, made sense that he'd always be at your side; maybe that's why it hurt the way it did when, suddenly, he just wasn't.

That awkward boy—indecisive and boisterous, good natured and yours—Kirishima. Eijirou. Who earned his first bloody nose at the age of ten, defending your honor over something juvenile and stupid, who walked you home every day after school, hand in yours, always; (for safety, of course), who left half of his belongings on your bedroom floor, in your closet, atop your dresser—hoodies and gadgets and pens, chewed at the cap. That Eijirou—your Eijirou—would always, surely, make his way back to you, right?

But he doesn't.

When summer ends, he leaves—your school, the little town you both grew up in,

—and you.

To do something good, to be something more. And he was. And you were proud of him, so proud, to see him grow and become the hero he always dreamed of being. But maybe that scared you too, because suddenly your Eijirou didn't feel so much like yours anymore.

He's gone with hardly a notice, returns with all the confidence in the world—a completely new person in a matter of months. Red hair and a smile like summertime sunshine; your heart skips, cheeks flush, a name is put to the feelings you've felt for as long as you can remember, for the very first time.

But nothing's changed, not for Eijirou, at least, who still spends his vacations beneath your parents' roof, within the four borders of your bedroom, crisscrossed legs and laughter that sounds just like it always has. But it hits you—when he speaks—how much things have changed for you. The stories he tells, the friends he's made and the things he's experienced. They're his. Just his.

And it shouldn't bother you. That you don't know the name of his homeroom teacher, or what he packed for lunch last week. That he doesn't know about all the evenings you've spent alone, or how you broke into tears when that cute senior boy asked you to the yearly formal, because Eijirou had promised—pinky promised—all those years ago, that he'd be the one to take you.

But that was before he had training, and internships, and hero obligations; things far, far more important than you were, you suppose.

But it shouldn't bother you, right? Shouldn't hurt the way it does when he packs his things from your room at the end of summer. You lose him bit by bit; pens and gadgets, and comic books you bought for him every single birthday, without missing a year. He takes your ("his") very favorite hoodie—red and worn at the cuffs, a tear up the side where you wrestled him to the ground, at age twelve. Some petty fight you don't even remember, and how you didn't speak to him for a week; that felt like a lifetime, then.

You've half a mind to ask for it, know for sure he'd offer it happily, though you're not sure you have that right anymore. You no longer share his life, after all, and he doesn't share yours; it's not until you're older, much older that you realize just how hard he tried to make it work anyway.

The weekly calls and the long drives back home to just see you for a month, a week, a day. How he gets his license, at eighteen. Rushes home from an internship to drive you to the little ice cream parlor at the edge of town.

You're crying, over a boy—though your heart wasn't really in it. How could it be, when it's been checked out since the age of six? When the more years that pass, the more you fall for your very best friend, the stronger his absence becomes, the more bitter your heart grows. You're crying, over a boy—but not the one who stood you up.

You're just, frustrated, that he's oblivious to it all. Still. And so damn nice about it—always. That's he's perfectly content to dry your tears, has the audacity to tell you that guy was an idiot, totally unmanly, that 'any man would be lucky to have you'.

But not Eijirou. Never Eijirou.

And for the first time, you think you hate him. For missing the hearts in your eyes, and growing up just fine, without you. For talking like it's totally fine if you end up with someone that isn't him. And vice versa.

That he reaches for your hand on the way back to his car, like you're still just kids, and it means nothing at all.

—and that you let him; as if it means nothing to you either.

But fuck, it does. Always has. And maybe that's why you justify it, when you disappear after graduation—a new phone and town, and a future that doesn't include Eijirou. Kirishima. The way you're convinced he wanted; he's always been fine without you, after all.

It's petty and it's childish. And it's hard—like turning a page you've been stuck on your entire life—but you do, and the world doesn't end without him, like you thought that it might. You're fine, not even all that sad. Just a little empty for a while.

The years pass easily, as do old feelings and the ache in your chest. You get busy. With work, and hobbies, your dreams and hopes and aspirations. You don't have the time to dwell about what could have been.

At twenty-two, you fall in love, and it doesn't last. But not because there's someone stuck in your heart, like a thorn that just burrows deeper. Life happens, and you pull apart, naturally—like adults do—communication, and mutual agreement; the way you wish you'd been mature enough to handle your feelings all those years ago.

Maybe you'd still have your oldest friend by your side, then.

Somehow summer sneaks up on you, everytime—the third week of June, when you visit your parents in the same little town that's always changing. Streets busier than ever and pavement redone, ice cream parlor on the edge of town gone and replaced with a brick and mortar grocery. It makes it easier, you think, to not be reminded of Kirishima—and the way you left without so much as a goodbye.

You haven't forgotten him, far from it. Somehow you still find yourself in the comic section of the bookstore every October. But at some point, you forget his favorite foods and the way his hand felt in yours. When you see his house across the street, you think of his mother instead, and the way she greets you every time, like you're her second child. Her 'favorite', you used to joke.

It's bittersweet.

Six summers, and you manage to avoid him. Six summers and you come to terms with never seeing him again. Six summers, and he's there, suddenly—beneath your parents' roof, within the four borders of your childhood bedroom. Your heart beats like it might burst.

"Kirishima," you say, choking down your surprise with deep, careful breaths.

He turns to you then; four wooden borders squeezed carefully between two strong hands. The scar above his brow is baby pink, barely there, and he stands a little taller, you think, feels a little broader at the chest, and around his shoulders. You've seen him on tv, of course, in the news, in pictures, occasionally, but it's different—seeing him in person, after so long.

A true proper hero, standing there in your childhood bedroom, holding an old photo you'd all but forgotten about; two kids, faded ink and scuffed glass—hearts in your eyes, if he happened to look closer.

"Hi." His voice is a little deeper, smile a little softer when your eyes meet.

"Hi."

You feel a little helpless, truth be told. You'd spent so long avoiding him, so many years forgetting the casual conversation you'd once carried. You never considered what to say, if you were to meet again, never thought that you might. But here you are, after all this time.

You want to tell him you're proud, you think. The way you couldn't bring yourself to all those years ago. Want to tell him that you're sorry, for more reasons than one. Want to tell him he looks good, that you got the job he always said you would, that you worried about him, from time to time.

Instead, there's a tentative—"What are you doing here?"—that sticks in your throat.

As if it matters.

"Ran into your parents at the grocery," he answers, casually, "they asked me to stay for dinner."

And yet.

He sets the picture face up—where it once lied face down, forgotten in the eaves of your bookcase.

He's here; in your bedroom. Looking through your things, like he missed you.

You wring your hands together. Return the feelings you start to reach for, instinctively. A little book in the library of things you're predisposed to, catalogued under: Getting Ahead of Yourself.

"Are you?" the words are eager, the pages fall loose. You catch them, before he does. "Staying for dinner?"

It takes all of three steps, (you think it might have been five, once), for him to make his way from the bookcase to your bed. It creaks woefully when he sits, "Would that be okay with you?"

"Yeah," your voice nearly betrays you, "yeah, it would."

His shoulders unwind, chest falls. He breathes—easy. And then he laughs, boyish and yours.

"What's so funny," you gravitate towards him, naturally, suitcase forgotten at the door. The bed dips at his side and your shoulder playfully bumps his, "huh?"

The corners of his mouth crease at the edges, aged deep just like yours. "When did we become so boring?"

You hum—almost melancholy, picking at the splotches of red that still stain your comforter. "It's been six years, Kirishima."

"Yeah," he says, a little more pensive, "you look good."

Your heart skips, cheeks flush. Suddenly you're sixteen again, and pawing at the hem of your sundress, searching for his approval from the corner of your eye.

He's not looking at you, but it's different this time; or maybe it's exactly the same, and he's always been this way. Maybe you were just blind to it, sixteen and oblivious to the hand that wrings itself around the back of his neck, the red tinge that burns his ears.

But honestly, probably, you're searching for subtext that doesn't exist. Still, "So do you," the words come easy, "saw you at that award ceremony—on tv, I mean. Couldn't believe that was my Eijirou."

His head dips, eyes shimmer red; sweeter than wild strawberries. "Your Eijirou?"

'Yeah." You feel a bit self conscious, truth be told, though you've said it a hundred times. "Aren't you?"

His smile spreads like a yawn, from the depths of his chest, suddenly there and unshakable. Contagious—what was his, now yours as well. "Always have been."

Your chest tightens, every beat of your heart hammering at your ribcage. You still love him, after all this time. "How long will you stay?"

"Until dinner, at least."

"No, I mean," you sigh, heart spilling to your sleeves, "how long will you be in town?"

"I,-" It's lethargic, the way he blinks, throat bobs, smile falls, slow and pensive and so unlike him, "I moved back a while ago." Surprise washes over your face, rests in your brow, and he answers, before you have the chance to ask, "it's been two summers now."

You're not sure what that feeling is, gnawing at your heart and making you sick to your stomach—

"I'm sure you knew I came to visit," your voice is a murmur, eyes misty and searching for an excuse to meet everything but his, "you could have said 'hi'."

He hums, an almost sigh, "Wasn't sure you wanted me to."

—Guilt, that's what it is. It plummets, and swells, until you can feel it in your throat.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." A warm hand falls over yours, fingers curling—friendly, reassuring. You appreciate it for what it is. "I get it."

You've loved him for so long, known him for even longer, turned every page until the ink began to wear. But for the first time, you think you can see his heart bleeding between the lines.

"You're not doing that, don't you dare blame yourself, Kirishima Eijirou."

"You were lonely, weren't you? After I left for UA," his jaw goes rigid, every bit of shame clenched between his teeth, "should've tried harder to make it work, could've visited more often, could've taken an internship closer to home, could've,"

"—said," you click your tongue, stern as can be, "you're not doing that."

You pinch the corner of his sleeve, rolled red fabric over strong arms; he doesn't flinch at the coaxing, instead he turns to take your shoulders between his hands, "'m sorry."

You wrangle them from you, lying his palms at your lap, squeezed in between your own. "Damnit Ei, you didn't do anything wrong," you know for certain that he would've packed you in his suitcase if he could, would've dragged you along to every course and internship and oh-so-important hero happening, but you had your own life to live—and so did he. "You were following your dreams, who am I to get in the way of that?"

"My best friend, my other half, besides," his shoulders square, chest puffs, all brawn and ego and Eijirou; but his hands tremble unsurely, "I liked you," his wavering voice is still confident, somehow, confession long overdue, "and I'm sure that's not what you wanted to hear from me after so long, but," his hands leave yours to worry his hair, all finely gelled and pushed back, now tousled and falling softly at his forehead, "I didn't want to regret it for another six years."

You feel like you're drowning, pulled under a tide of feelings new and old. Confused, and euphoric, and so, so stupid. He liked you. He liked you and you never had a clue. The irony makes you dizzy.

Your head breaches the surface, and finally you can breathe, deep and burning lungs expanding, expanding, and trembling—a stream of salt and water hits your cheeks and falls past your lips. Eijirou is quick wipe away the tears, a palm at each cheek, wide eyed and worried. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry. Please don't cry, okay?"

You laugh and his expression eases, shoulders falling and fingertips thumbing softly at your skin. "Don't worry, Ei. I'm happy," you sniffle, fingers wrapping 'round his wrists; his pulse stutters at your index and you smile, "I liked you too, a lot," at age six, at eighteen, the year before last, and the year after that, and, and, "I still like you, I think."

His smile blooms, face brightens like sunlight in the peak of summer, warm against the tips of your fingers.

"Can I take you on a date sometime?" he asks, like it's the easiest thing in the world; maybe it always has been.

"Yeah." Your heart beats, a page turns. "I'd like that."

#best friend!kiwi and dilf!kiwi both live in my head rent free no other version sorry 😌#(me lying. knowing damn well my first ever and most beloved bnha wip is a strangers to lovers with kirishima and ex!bkg djfkhds)#kirishima #eijirou #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima x you #x reader #x you

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simply-trash5 · 1 year ago

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heeeyyyy do you happen to do trigun 🥺👉👈 also BNHA DILFs is such a vibe rn can we have sum yummy hcs pretty please 🤤 i can't decide who so dealers choice 🥴

Heyyyy anon sweetie!

Sorry I am just now replying, I have the flu so miss girl is struggling. I am planning to watch Trigun so I don’t do it yet, but please come back soon and request because I will once I watch it ✨

So BNHA DILFs huh? Yummy HC will be under the line.

First and foremost let’s assume that all of my DILFS are divorced DILFs ✨ single and on the prowl…

Let’s start with Daddy OneforAll:

DILF Izuku is that big hunk of man with the boyish charm that has NO IDEA how sexy he truly is. I have this idea about you meeting him in the park while he plays with his kids. His kid will accidentally throw a ball where you are reading a book in the shade of a tree and here he comes to retrieve it. Curls falling in his face, a blush covering his cheeks when he notices your beauty that makes his freckles pop…he will stammer a little when he asks for your number…

Next thing you know you’re in his apartment. He arranged for a sitter for his kids and he took you on a date; now he has you on his couch kissing sweetly on your neck asking you if all of this is okay. His large scarred fingers are playing at the hem of your shirt ready and willing to all but rip it from your body.

DILF Izuku is patient and wants to take his time worshipping every inch of your body when he has you laid in front of him. He treats you like a goddess came to earth just for him as he watches you come undone from his tongue while you beg for him to fuck you mercilessly.

“Don’t worry sweetheart…I’m going to give you exactly what you want. Gonna take care of you…”

Next up DILF Bakugo:

Now I HC you meet him at some event for his children. I think his daughters are dancers and maybe you are their instructor and when he caught sight of you in your tights—all bets were off. He began to flirt here and there until he finally was bold enough to ask for your number and take you out.

Now you are bent over his bed being absolutely wrecked as he is pounding into you with a handful of your hair. He is all muscle and hard planes bent over you growling into your ear—“that’s right, be a good fucking girl ‘f me”

Now once he’s made sure he’s ruined you for anyone else he’s going to spoil the absolute shit out of you and show up at your studio all the time—even on patrols just to give you kisses or food or little gifts he thinks you’ll love because you’re one of his girls now and

“I’ll always take care of my girls…”

Now on to DILF Kirishima!

You meet DILF Kiri at the gym—at kids gym of course! He’s taking his little one to kids gym for a day of fun but he catches sight of you lifting and decides you need a little…help..on your form. So he leaves his little one in the caring hands of the instructors and comes over to ask if you want some help. You are stunned and maybe a little grumpy (which he finds cute) but sure why not. After a little fun banter you ask him for his number because he’s hot and you haven’t had a good fu—I mean date in a while.

One thing leads to another and Kiri has you in a mating press in his bed rubbing circles on your clit with those large fingers. You’re in shambles over his frame pressing on you and his cock hitting that spot so well and he’s cooing how ‘aww pretty girl you are doing so well don’t cry’ as he is wiping your tears. After you have came more times than you can count and he has marked you with his teeth—he cleans you up in a warm shower together and you lay in his soft bed as he strokes your hair and tells you how beautiful you are. You’re whipped and he’s whipped.

Now you’re going to the gym with him and bringing him lunch to the agency and prancing around in Red Riot merch as his little girlie friend. Good thing you’re getting speared by his dick every day that ends in a “y”. You’ll be moving in soon.

DILF simps come get yalls juice—lemme know if you want any other DILFs ✨❤️

#bnha #bnha DILFs #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijiro x reader #aged up characters #bnha x reader #anime x reader #this was fun for me #anons welcome #send requests #my hero academia #bnha headcanons #send me stuffs #send me things

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ryder-writes · 9 months ago

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A Morning with Dilf!Kiri Fluff

A/n: Dilf!Kiri lives in my mind rent free

"Eijiroooo, stay home pleaseee." You begged.

"Hun, you know I have to get ready."

"Just call out sick." You pouted.

"We both know I can't just call out sick for no reason."

"Make up a reason." You mumble, shoving your head into his chest. You could feel it bounce as he laughed. He slowly sat up, bringing you with him. You tried to push him back down, but to no avail. The blame was put on him, as Eijiro was huge. Not in a sexual way, he was just… big. He was 6'7, his body made bigger by the muscles and fat gathered after years of hero work. There were many scars scattered throughout his body, the stories of how he got them shared to you as your relationship grew. His large calloused hands, always warm and comforting. And his face- you swore he had the face of a god, black facial hair enunciating his smile lines. Half-red hair surrounded his face, his roots grown out a lot since he stopped dying it months ago. He thought he was out of his prime; you begged to differ.

"C'mon, love." He urged, placing a kiss to your shoulder. You grumbled. You felt his hands grab your thighs and move them to straddle his waist. He then moved his hands under your ass, lifting you up as he stood up. You grabbed onto his neck in surprise for support. "Don't worry, I won't drop ya." He smirked.

He brought you into the bathroom, sitting you down on the counter. He kissed your nose before leaning behind you and grabbing his toothpaste. He grabbed his toothbrush and started brushing his teeth. While you loved watching your husband do domestic things, you got bored rather quickly. So you decided to grab his left hand. You started to play with his fingers, tracing the scars on his hand. He looked down at you and smiled (well, as much as he could with a toothbrush in his mouth). You looked so cute, entranced by his hands. Hands that are covered in scars and memories of pain. But you didn't care. You never did.

Eijiro had stopped brushing, his lovesick glare never leaving the sight in front of him. You couldn't hear him brushing his teeth anymore so you looked up. You met his gaze. Red eyes soft and gentle. He leaned down and spit out the toothpaste before grabbing your face and kissing your lips, making you giggle.

"E-Ei, stop! There's still toothpaste on your m-mouth!" You laughed between kisses, trying to move his face away.

Masterlist :]

#dilf kirishima #eijiro kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima fluff #mha x reader #mha headcanons #kirishima comfort #mha fluff #mha fanfiction

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strawberry-nugget · 15 days ago

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Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x reader

Summary: Katsuki has been a single father for five years. After his wife died shorty after giving birth to their son, he's not sure he's ever going to find happiness in mundane things anymore. Cue you, the new, young teacher at his son's kindergarden, who seems to be taking the best care of his little guy.

-Or alternatively, karma is a quirkless bitch that will be biting Katsuki in the ass for his entire life, whether it's in him having a quirkless son, or falling for you, a younger woman, his son's teacher, who lost her quirk as a child before the Overhaul arc.

Tags: MDNI, Dilf!Bakugo, single dad!Bakugo, teacher!reader, slowburn, mutual pining, slice of life, fluff, eventual smut, ten year old age gap, Kirishima is a sunshine.

A/N: be kind to me i wrote this five years ago and never had the guts to post it until now :> this will be a 3 part story so let me know if you want to be tagged in the following parts

There's a strange deception about bliss and felicity in life and it is much like the analogy of the sun shining brighter after a storm, or the beautiful shades of the rainbow that cast over the sky. Happiness is supposed to be earned somehow, through hardships, or at least that's what everyone has always preached about.

How time has supposedly promised to bring you what you want, how the universe makes sure to give you what you're in need of when you need it most. You're expected to survive through the worst storm, pouring rain and eardrum grazing blowing wind and you're told it'll be worth it. So when you see trees get blown onto the ground or when you see crushing waves that are a hundred times bigger than the ones you've seen on normal days crash onto the shore and wipe everything in their wake you shouldn't react.

The sun shining, the warmth of the light grazing kindly over the mountain tops far across your vision should be worth it.

Until, it's not.

Bakugo, at least, doesn't think it's worth it and he doesn't think that you have to walk a mile before you get to rest. Mostly because he doesn't get to rest, and because walking a mile, for him, is the easiest thing in the universe. He's had too much hardship to know there's no payoff other than slamming his body into his couch after a long shift and feeling his chest tighten at the thought that he's managed to save a life.

For him, happiness is something you shouldn't chase or take for granted. 'There's such little time for us in the world' he keeps telling himself and every time he looks at the set of pictures on the tv shelf he knows his words are correct. When once he thought his happiness had found him, he'd put a ring on her and called it a day, had a fancy wedding, threw the biggest party when he topped the hero charts, cried when his son was born; he douched in bliss without knowing it was momentary and he paid the price of stomping over the steep top of the world by falling so hard that his bones could never fully heal.

It's been five years since his wife died, since he's had to take care of his son on his own and he's managed it perfectly so far. Showing up on every play in kindergarten, waking up at five am to make him the cutest bento in his class, clothes crisp and smelling of expensive soap, always present on parent counseling days, always present on days kids were supposed to bring their parents in to talk about their jobs, always one call away from rushing to anything he ever wants.

The phone always rings, without fail, every single day when Kiko's teacher leaves for retirement and a new one gets hired.

You're young, probably just landed your first job with your preschool degree and you feel like a fish out of water running a class on your own. Bakugo knows because he's seen it too many times, with the kids of his friends, has seen it happen to new sidekicks, assistants and despite not having the patience to deal with a rookie teacher who panics about everything, he appreciates the concern about his son.

So every single day, without fail, he picks up the phone (no matter if he's on patrols or doing paperwork) and begrudgingly answers your stuttered questions, “yes Kiko might not want more food but he's too shy to say it”, or “Kiko isn't allergic to the ointment your emergency box has to offer, but I packed the one his dermatologist gave him because it works best for his eczema”, or even “Yes I'm willing to talk about what Kiko keeps drawing this week.”

It's always a topic concerning overall health and attitude issues that a teacher who was called in two months before graduation and hasn't worked with the class for longer can't have knowledge on. And still, with raspy apologies, Bakugo promises to send you a few notes about your queries, because the other parents have already done so, and he's ashamed to be the last in line.

Your voice gets more stern over time, your calls become shorter, so short that all you ever need to ask is who's picking up Kiko today—even though the answer never changes; Kirishima both drops him off and picks him up- and then you hang up.

Today's call, though, catches him off guard, it makes his feet freeze on the ground, his teeth clash as his jaw tightens. You've dropped a bomb from the other side of the phone

"His friend Daichi manifested today and we thought he wouldn't," You say, voice sounding far, crazed, digital. "I think it's high time we discuss that Kiko might be… quirkless." You breathe out after a long pause and for the first time today, you sound apologetic -as you should—like you're begging to say sorry about the situation, like it's your fault his son hasn't manifested a quirk.

With his hand cupping his face, fingernails scratching at the seams of his jaw where just a slight scruff pokes out of his skin, Katsuki sighs. He glances to his right, catching Kirishima's sharp smile.. His face snaps into a serious one when Bakugo says, "I'll be there at three."

Thick fingers trample the screen of his phone pushing the end button a thousand times before he's assured he's hung up, shoving it into his pocket with a hitched groan.He looks over at Kirishima with hurt painted all over his face, feeling the mellow jabbing blooming inside his chest and in return he collects a serious gaze, one more apologetic wave burst that hits him in the stomach. Like a villain on a winter morning.

The thing is, Kirishima is a friend close enough to know when something is wrong and this is a moment where Bakugo knows he won't keep his mouth shut.

And so, the question isn't late, not even a second, it shoots out of his friend's mouth and it corners Bakugo into the nearest wall, his head spins, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Kiko's teacher huh?" Kirishima questions and Bakugo nods and then he makes his note "you look bummed man. Is it that serious or did she ask if Kiko has any allergies again"

It's not like Bakugo doesn't need a little pushover to spill what's in his head, but still, he rasps what's left of a winter cold in his throat, clears his voice before he mutters "She said" his head is in his hands "that he might be quirkless"

Kirishima mouths an oh, silent, his jaw tensing like the blond's had a while ago, but his face doesn't contort in sadness like Bakugo's does, instead, his ears perk, his brows travel up against his forehead.

"Don't worry bro, that doesn't make Kiko any less better than the rest of the kids."

That was quick and truly, Bakugo doesn't know where Kirishima finds all of this positivity. However, he supposes it's written over him like ink on a page, he's meant to see the good in any situation and put it on his plate, split his meal in half and call his glass full even when it's almost empty. Despite being in his early thirties and not being a schoolboy anymore there's always a goofy smile plastered all over his face and Bakugo thinks that maybe, maybe it helps him soothe that emerging ache inside his chest.

Or maybe Kirishima should write a book about how to always see the good out of everything and retire from his career as a pro hero to be a life coach. Because Kiko might be the son of Dynamight, but Bakugo's head is suddenly filled with images he's shoved to the back of his brain.

Kiko is the son of the number two hero, without a quirk in class full of gifted kids, he's expected of so much and there's so little he can give back because he's a child, a shy little child that Katsuki had to bring up on his own. And as Kirishima rambles about important people that are quirkless Bakugo keeps thinking about the times his son falls asleep in his arms and how guilty he feels for being a mean kid to Izuku for being quirkless, how he couldn't handle it well if anyone treated his child like that.

"His teacher is quirkless too" Kirishima says, patting Bakugo's back softly but that raises an eyebrow of the blond's. How exactly does he know that?

Not that it's his place to ask, or rather shoot this -gossipy- question at Kirishima, but there's a curious part of him when it comes to you. Apart from the fact that you sound like you're about to shit your pants every time you're on the phone with him, he's managed to land his eyes on one precious kindergarten picture of Kiko's class with you in the middle. And he can't really see much, not with a naked eye and not with his glasses, you simply have a smile on your face that matches the kids' but still you look proper enough to have landed the job at that prestigious preschool.

So when Kirishima adds a small "she's very cute and very smart" Bakugo gets a bit irked at him. He says it like he's the lead in a drama talking about the qualities of her crush even though she's being treated like shit most of the time.

There's a bursting feeling inside him that makes him shoot a question directly into Kirishima's face. "Are you flirting with my son's teacher?"

"Nope" Kirishima puckers his lips and looks away

Bakugo couldn't really care less about Kirishima's love life, he grunts, but there's this fear that overwhelms him when he thinks about his itty bitty baby son dragging Kirishima into the car while he's flirting away with anyone that stands in his way. There's this throat tightening feeling when he imagines his baby's belly grunting in hunger, a panic when he thinks his shirt is sweaty enough for him to catch a cold, or even worse he waits until he gets home to tell Kirishima that he fell and scraped his knees at school today and Kirishima probably has his thoughts taken over by his flirting when he's promised to take care of Kiko.

Sick sick sick. The thought makes him completely sick. Sick enough to consider working even less to be able to be the one to get Kiko from school every day. Fuck the hero ranks, fuck wanting to be the best.

"... for you"

Kirishima's voice is nothing compared to the worries inside his head, but as a shiny drop of sweat falls over Bakugo's forehead he's forced to ask for a repeating of his words.

"Come again?"

"Just saying man, just saying, she's uh, you'll like her"

Whatever Kirishima suggests, Bakugo knows it's a nuisance, but he promises himself he'll talk to you about his concerns on the matter. You sound like a good teacher, like you worry about Kiko a lot and Bakugo thinks that he can trust you on not allowing his kid to be treated like he treated Izuku.

Kirishima hunches Kiko over his shoulders the moment he walks out of the kindergarten doors.

You can't suppress a giggle when you see the interaction, bent on waving them off with a little back and forth shake of your hand and a smile; in the two months you've been working here, Red Riot shows up almost daily to pick up Kiko, because -as you learn- Dynamight works longer shifts a few weeks before his son's birthday so he can take a few days off.

And when March is about to roll around the corner and you're still unsure of the fact if that's possible, your coworkers that have been here before you keep reminding of you on the daily, that it's only a few days down the line that Kiko's father will be picking him up at twelve every day and then they run off to the break room to talk about how they can't wait to feast their eyes on Dynamight -because he looks so damn good in person. As always you excuse yourself, the subject of Dynamight's attractiveness being something that isn't really your concern to talk about.

Mostly, you have your views on how he's come to treat the daily heroic deeds like an office job, and although you suppose that as a single parent he doesn't have much choice you often compare the bits and pieces of today's Dynamight to the one from tens of years ago, when you watched him on TV debuting as a pro, fresh out of college. You frankly remember tricking your mother so you could zap between channels to simply watch him go, watch him beat villain after villain.

You're sure there's a routine in being a hero for over a decade, what you do and what you don't, how when you're faced with choices to set priorities you take your own paths in life. And that's probably how Dynamight gets to have a week to himself for him and Kiko -you wonder, if Kiko is happy at home with his dad, if that week helps him feel like his father is an ordinary human being, not someone that gives a piece of him to everyone- if there are evenings of quietness where the hero's phone doesn't ring with an emergency.

And would he do it for anyone else?

You've always been fascinated by heroes like him, the sheer amount of courage it takes to be your own person and have a life, live your own heaven or hell and then go about your days trying to make sure the world is safe.

You wonder if Dynamight's yearly one week absence makes any difference to the hero world, but as you look at Kiko writhing over Kirishima's shoulder you're convinced that it doesn't.

There's probably a faded Dynamight poster hung onto the wall of your childhood room that your mother's clinging onto, and there's probably a five year old child in you with bright gleamy eyes like Kiko's watching the UA sports festival, amazed by the blond.

Perhaps there's this fangirl of a child inside you when you call him that's screaming at you for having the guts to put on your big girl voice and talk to him. And sometimes you distinctly remember crying your eyes out the day he got married, so much that your middle school friends kept rubbing that on your face even until graduation.

Still your curious eyes travel back onto Kiko. He's twisting himself over Kirishima's shoulders and a part of your heart drops at how dangerous this looks from afar. But it's impossible for this mountain of a man to drop someone as small as Kiko. And the contagious giggle of the child is finally getting to you- Kiko doesn't usually laugh that much in class, nor does he ever seem as active as he is when Kirishima picks him up.

It makes you wonder, just how his interactions with his father are.

Kiko is a ball of energy at home, sometimes, Dynamight tells you.

Or rather, grunts at you.

He gets to the kindergarten on 3.17pm with a fresh split on his cheek and pouty lips. And he mutters that he is more than sorry for being late, although there's nothing to be sorry for, you tell him, because he is a hero and that's a job he can't clock out the second he wants.

"I'm working on it" He says and red eyes gleam dangerously into yours. You can't shake the feeling that he's angry. At you? At himself? At the villain that delayed him?

"It's really no big deal" You mutter, breath choked inside your chest and you gesture to him to have a seat across from you in the break room.

Your chest aches in a fast heartbeat; this is the same Dynamight that used to look back at you through a piece of shiny magazine paper in your teenage room- his eyes are deeper than carmine, with vermillion specs and copper rings adorning his irises. That's definitely something the poster in your room would never show you; the missing high quality of such fierce eyes, it's almost hard to speak when you look into them.

When you inspect his face from this close, your mind runs back to your coworkers, how they always talk about him and how beautiful he is- for a second you don't blame them, you'd love to gawk over him too, forgetting your words stare into those slant red eyes and get lost into them- but this is your big girl job. Your first serious job, and the faint expression line between Dynamight's brows signifies that your excitement has to be cut short.

He's not here to cater to you healing your inner teenager by looking at a person you were a fan of.

So you cough in your bent elbow to relieve the tension in your neck, your chest, and you arrange the notes in your hand by shaking them onto the table next to you.

"Would you like anything to drink? Water? Tea?" You offer and the hero shakes his head.

"No, I'm good"

You wonder if his wound hurts, or if he's nervous of what you're about to discuss with him- perhaps calling him to simply announce that his child is probably quirkless was a little bold of you, but calling parents to counsel or inquire them about their kids is essential in this school, or so your boss had blabbered endlessly about.

"These are a few notes about Kiko" You mutter quietly and hand him the pack of notes. It's not a pile, nor is it only two pages long. He glances at them with a sigh, tired eyes going over the paper before his fingers, thick and shaky with determination, reach out to take them from your hands, slightly brushing over yours.

And your heart is on fire. Great. Exactly what you need to fix your gaze in how small the paper looks into his hands. We're his hands always this big? Were they this big in your poster? Even if they were, you can't think of it right now, you clear your throat again and eye the notes -not his hands, the notes- and say "you'll have to go over them at home if that's not a bother, it's mostly in class progress and some behavioral issues I've noticed-"

"Behavioral issues? What behavioral issues"

It's his time to paint on panic all over his face, head twitching to your direction instinctively when the word drops from your mouth. You haven't had enough experience with panicked parents, especially being around panicked parents when you're panicked yourself, but there's a skip in your heart beat that urges you to prioritize your work over your thousand aeon old crush on Dynamight. He's nothing but a parent who's looking at you with a query like all others.

"Is there anything wrong with my son?"

You shake your head, lips crushed together, jaw tight "no no," You kindly muster up your voice "He's a quiet one, I think we should work on him being a bit more social"

"He's plenty social with my friends"

"I've noticed" You nod once, thinking about how Kiko behaves towards Kirishima versus how he behaves towards his classmates "but it's important to be able to be a bit compatible with people his age"

Dynamight nods as well, eyebrows quirked and knitted at the same time, his eyes going over the pages of notes he's flipping through. "I understand" He gulps and you read through that look almost instantly

"He's not a problem child, if anything. He's very smart, very witty. Just very shy, very quiet"

There's a stillness of air, a lack of time and space as he drags his eyes across your face once again, papers clutched in his hands, his lips pursed together so tightly there are dents all over his jaw. Unlike him, he notices there aren't scars across your face, skin delicate, looking soft, plump, young. There's a tiredness in your face that can't match his, the level of what's weighing him down is more than you could ever graze in your life and you look young.

Kirishima, stupid shitty hair that he is, infiltrates his mind just now, the inside of his lips tucking under his teeth; you do look cute. He was right. Your clothes look comfortable, baggy but appropriate for work, with colors that would look nice and calming to the kids you're in care of and he suddenly gets why Kiko is so fond of you.

You have your way of saying things. Carefully, tenderly. Like you could break him even by saying that Kiko doesn't know how to count to five. You fear you're going to break him by telling him things he already knows with a timid, shy smile across your face, a very polite voice, bowing again and again. There are no expression lines on your face, not one on your forehead, not nearly enough near your lips.

"As for his quirk. I'd say it's very unlikely that he manifests one but you should give him some more time" You watch as he nods, eyes wide as you open your mouth again, "did his mother have a quirk?"

Bakugo almost hisses, the question caught him off guard, sent his eyes to the corners of his kids and forced a huff out of his mouth. The sorry you utter isn't necessary, he knows and tells you so, but the words he wants to speak gather inside his mouth, hide under his tongue.

"I avoid talking about my late wife" He says and you bite your lip. You should have known. Dynamight's wife died in your late teens, but there wasn't much known to the public about her -maybe the fact that she was in UA with him, or maybe that she quit trying to be a pro at an early age- but her funeral was broadcasted by channels and you remember hungry media, restless reporters violating his personal space for a shot of him and his son. You remember the chaos, the mourning.

Your face drops.

Maybe life didn't go on for him as it did for you. Life wrinkled his eyes and dented his face . You think there's probably been a time he's had a very small baby in his arms, in his mid to late twenties, unsure of what to do, with not as plenty scars in his face -maybe just the one across his nose and the one over his lip- you can't help but stare and assume, perhaps a little rude at that.

But for the record, you never would have thought you would be teaching in the preschool his son attends.

"She was a psychic" Dynamight grunts through his teeth

"Incomparable quirks sometimes cancel eachother" You yelp, quietly, then speed up your words as you add "I'm quirkless too, if that's any comfort, I got shot with a quirk nullifier when I was a kid on my way back home from school"

Whatever Dynamight thinks, he doesn't respond. He looks at you with big, red eyes, face contorted in an apologetic mask, one you've seen on TV after he catches himself swearing on live interviews. You wonder if you're comforting. Any. But you hope there's a part of him that feels like his son can be included somewhere, somehow.

"M sorry" He finally mouths but it doesn't sound forced. It's more constipated when he adds "That must have been before the raid to arrest Overhaul"

"Oh we were taught about him in hero ethics class"

Bakugo curls his brow, curiously. The leap in the generation between his and yours continues to grow, and he's aware now, more than ever. There was never a hero ethics class when he was at school. "Hero ethics?"

"Yeah, and basic quirk anatomy, they're like major subjects you have to take throughout all of your university years"

"I wouldn't know," He sighs, "but I'd like your advice on how to approach Kiko on the quirk thing. How do I say something that doesn't scar him, or hurt him?"

Your breathing gets caught in your throat before you ever come up with a reply. Words are forming in your brain, years of academic knowledge flowing in your neurons as you're trying to figure out the exact answer to this question, the words of endless professors turning your brain into mush. If you could think of a way to feel, you'd feel sorry for using Dynamight as a parent with whom you're challenging your skills.

And in between year four basic quirk anatomy and child psychology for preschool teachers as an extra class you had to attend, you pick out a selection of exquisite words, woven by the wrinkles in your brain, washed over the anxiety in your gut. When you open your mouth, tongue dry and ready to clash with your palette, lips ready to make the first smack, voice almost at the brick of catching space in air, Dynamight's phone rings.

"Oh fuck" He panicks, mouthing a quick apology, bowing his head, squinting his eyes "this is an emergency, I have to take it" He says and you nod. His fingers -you notice they're thick, too thick, the back of his hands rough and chapped so much it makes you gulp- quickly reach to push the button to accept the call and he curses when the touch of his screen seems to act up.

He curses again when it stops ringing, but his hands are quick to make searching motions, waving back and forth in the open space. He's searching for a piece of paper and a pen, anything, and you-smart as ever- give him the lilac paint marker in your hands and, of course your hand. When he clicks his tongue you cringe. You feel stupid, embarrassing, like earth could swallow you whole right now and you wouldn't have a damn thing to protest about.

Still, he scribbles something on the back of your hand and the ticklish sensation of the nib across your skin kicks in instantly. When you read it you gasp, barely, and you hope he doesn't hear over the sound of his phone timing again.

"This shit won't cooperate, help me" With pleading eyes he turns the phone to you, tapping his foot erratically and you pick up the signal; you swipe up the button and he presses it to his ear immediately. You don't realize now, but the way your hands linger onto his for the second time today has made your skin crawl, itch, and it will do so for the rest of the week.

The back of your hand reads, in bright lilac, 'Beetles children playground, Saturday 5pm'

When you enter the indoor playground the smell of plastic surpasses almost any other.

There's something nostalgic about it; how these walls accommodate child after child, how the maintenance of enormous swirly slides is executed by precautions for kids to not scratch their knees, to fall on soft plastic covered mattresses when they jump out of the gigantic machine operating head of a tiger that acts as a slide.

Part of you misses that -the days where you've tried to convince your parents to take you to a place like this to play- but whatever's left of that part of you is smiling, awkwardly, lips pressed together as you spot Dynamight in the labeled 'parents resting place' cafeteria. Part of you misses not caring about how you look, your mannerisms, but still you hug your coat closer to your chest when Dynamight finally notices you, nodding his head. You bow from afar, eyes closed, lips pursed -only then you notice Red Riot sitting across from him on the small wooden table.

The sight of him -despite being a tad intimidating due to his enormous size- eases your nerves. He looks over at you, waving his hand, his grin plastered across his face. You're used to seeing him like this, nice, welcoming, talkative and enthusiastic, so your steps to their table aren't counted. You're assured -somehow in your head because Dynamight snorts too, leisurely- that there's not even a single thing to be worried about.

You study your clothes for any wrinkles a few feet away from the table, ready to curse yourself if there's anything sort of like a wrinkle in your long work skirt, but its loose wooly material has proven to be a savor once again.

Tentatively you smile at the two men when you reach their table, bowing your head and opening your mouth to greet them when Red Riot steals the words out for your mouth.

"Hey teach" He greets, hand still waving at you when you look at him, muttering a small "hello" in response.

Bakugo clears his throat when he notices the way you and Kirishima look at each other, it's not any of his business if you want to stare at each other to the end of the world anyway, but it doesn't have to happen at the parents lounge in a playground. So he's rolling his eyes to the back of his head, gripping his coffee mug tight -too right for it to be normal- in his hand and speaks up "Thank you for meeting me here"

It's so blunt that Kirishima bursts out in laughter while your eyes shoot open, confusion written on your face. Dynamight grows red, piping hot as anger plumishes his face with every choke of laughter Red Riot takes.

"Dude, don't make it sound like that" Kirishima laughs again, eyeing the chair in front of you "I think you scared her, look at her, come on teach, sit down"

"What the fuck. I didn't. Shut your face shitty hair"

"Please excuse him, his vocabulary is so colorful for a children's playground" Kirishima smiles at you when you look at them with a shook expression on your face.

Dynamight's foul language isn't a secret, in fact most of your co workers were and still are intimidated to be in a position to ever reply to any of these tantrums, and if you're honest, you are too. You strive to be professional, to look bigger than you are, more significant. And Kirishima is allowing you to believe that somewhere behind Bakugo's- Dynamight's foul language there's some respect to you, to the roof of the place you're under.

"It's okay" You shake your head and finally make a move towards your chair

You don't really look at Dynamight a lot, but you definitely notice the multicolored plaster that sits across his nose, decorated with dinosaurs of all colors. There's one on the cut on his cheek as well. It's cute, kind of, the way they contrast his eyes and his hair. You dont think youve ever seen him dressed so casually, or in any context that would allow him to rock such bandaids on his face, so it's even more peculiar to see him pull out Kikos green water bottle from his backpack the second he sees him approaching.

“Having fun?” he asks his son and the little blond nods with a huff, out of breath “you're all sweaty, we should change your shirt”

The kid objects and looks at Kirishima for what you guess would be support but he does not utter a word before he downs half of his water bottle. “Daaaad”

“Nope, don't look at Kirishima, he's not going to get you out of this. And say hi to your teacher”

Bakugo moves his head to the side and Kiko peeks with a tilted head at you, smiles and bows slightly before saying “hello miss, thank you for coming to my party” and you smile back at him and bow as well, while muttering a small happy birthday.

There aren't any kids from the kindergarten, only a few other heroes can be spotted on the other tables of the cafeteria and you're guessing it's the ones that are parents already, maybe in their circle superheroes’ kids are all friends with each other. Your train of thought is quickly interrupted by Kiko munching on a piece of toast Bakugo had given him.

“Now you swallow your bite and i-” Bakugo says as he retrieves a clean long sleeved shirt from his backpack, but is cut short before he gets the chance to finish his sentence

“Okay bye daaaad”

“Come back here! Kiko! Kiko!”

“Damn bro chill, it's just a sweaty shirt, he wants to play” Kirishima remarks with a giggle and you follow suit when Bakugo lets out a frustrated huff.

“Parenting isn't easy” you say, and sip on the juice that was served to you a while ago.

“You have kids, teach?” Kirishima asks, intrigued by Bakugos reaction to his question. You miss the way he kicks his blond friend under the table

“Oh no no, I just happen to be around so many parents at work and I've seen how challenging it can be. But I do hope to have kids someday." You reply, feeling a bit embarrassed for admitting your desires to have children to two of the top five heroes in Japan. It's not like you can always have everyday conversations with them and it's a tad uncanny that they feel so free spirited to talk about mundane things like a family with someone like you.

But the way Kirishima nods understandingly, and the way Bakugo rolls his eyes before growling “careful what you're getting yourself into brat” - not in a mocking way at least - makes you feel more comfortable.

“Oh shut up bro, you have a golden child. Never whines, never throws tantrums! You literally have nothing to complaint about”

“Well, a child turns out this well mannered only because of the way they've been brought up” you suggest and you swear there's a mischievous grin that covers Bakugos face momentarily

"Damn right!! But, It's not easy, that's for sure," Bakugo finally speaks up after a moment of silence, "but it's worth it. Seeing Kiko grow up and learn new things every day, it's amazing. He's a good kid, I couldn't imagine my life without him now that I got him" His tone is softer than you're used to hearing from him, and it catches you off guard.

Kirishima, on the other hand, is still grinning from ear to ear, looking like he's enjoying every moment of the charade between you and the blond. "I think you'd make a great mom, teach. You're so patient and kind with the kids at school."

You feel your cheeks warm up at his words, and you take a drink of your juice, hoping to hide your blush. "Thank you, Kirishima. That means a lot coming from you."

Bakugo grumbles something unintelligible under his breath, but you can tell he's not unhappy with the conversation. There's a comfortable silence that falls over the table for a few moments, until Kirishima speaks up again.

"So, teach, we were wondering if you'd like to join us for a little celebration tonight. We were planning on going out to a bar and grabbing some drinks." He winks at you, and you feel your heart skip a beat as your eyes fall all over Bakugo’s whos clenching his jaw. “Bakugo always celebrates Kiko’s birthday like this. Man… he's too happy to have him.”

"I would love to join you guys," you say, smiling, but i can't, i have a uhm-, i-"

"that's fine" Bakugo growls, don't push it shitty hair"

Kirishima smiles a wide grin that covers his face from one ear to another “oh come on! pleaseee”

You're taken aback by how childish Kirishima sounds, but being invited to something like this, with two pro heroes nonetheless feels kind of exciting. So you accept, shyly, there's not much you could do when you flicker your eyes over to Bakugo’s when they look at you like he's expecting you to say yes as well.

Kirishima's smile, despite being inviting at first, is dimmed slightly when Bakugo gruffs in response. Sure, he persists as his eyes plead with him -and you in time. “Come on, it'll be fun. I promise. Please join us teach”

Your gaze is so confused as you stare at him, hesitating to give a positive response. It's just so unbelievable that Dynamight and his best friend are trying to make plans with you.

Kirishima's wide grin falters for a moment at Bakugo's gruff response, but he quickly regained his enthusiasm, his eyes pleading with you.

"Please," Kirishima chimes in, his voice taking on an insufferable pleading tone.

You feel a pang of guilt at the disappointment in Kirishima's eyes—sure there are no prohibitions about spending time with parents outside of work, but you hesitate over actually saying yes to spending time with someone you’ve always admired as your hero.

Despite Bakugo's apparent disinterest, you find yourself unable to resist Kirishima's infectious energy. He's too sweet, always is. Maybe once won’t actually hurt.

Just one drink.

With a hesitant smile, you turn to Bakugo, hoping to convince him to change his mind. "It would be fun," you say, your voice soft but earnest. "I'd really like to join you guys. I think"

Bakugo's gaze flickers to yours, a hint of annoyance flashing in his crimson eyes that’s shot at Kirishima, because he can see your hesitation, before he sighs heavily, as if conceding defeat.

"Fine," he grumbles. "But only for a couple of drinks. We won’t be keeping you for long”

Kirishima lets out a whoop of excitement, his grin widening even further as he claps Bakugo on the back feverishly "Yes! This is gonna be awesome!"

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moonlightwriter · 2 years ago

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Welcome to my ‘BNHA Masterlist’ where you can easily find what I write for our favorite characters. This is everything I have so far but more will be added on with due time. Credits to @cafekitsune for the dividers!

The Morning After - [Reuploaded post] - Katsuki Bakugou

Blood and Flowers - Katsuki Bakugou

A New Addition - Izuku Midoriya

Short Midoriya fluff

Every Dark Cloud Has a Silver Lining - Shouto Todoroki

My Savior - Ochaco Uraraka

Builles Begone - Katsuki Bakugou

Comforting a Villain - Tomura Shigaraki

What would it be like if he was your husband and father to your children? - Katsuki Bakugou

What would it be like if he was your best friend? - [Reuploaded post] - Izuku Midoriya

What would it be like if he was your boyfriend? - Denki Kaminari

What would it be like if she was your wife? - Ochaco Uraraka

What would it be like if he was your boyfriend? - [Reuploaded post] - Eijirou Kirishima

Only You - Izuku Midoriya

Friends and In Love - Hitoshi Shinsou

Golden Retriever Hybrid! Denki Kaminari x Gender Neutral Reader

DILF Izuku Midoriya

Pro Hero Deku with an assistant who has a bunny mutation quirk

Knight Izuku Midoriya x Royal Female Reader

#moon’s masterlist #bnha #bnha various x reader #bnha characters

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crxyondrxwings · 3 years ago

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LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FOR KIRISHIMA AND BAKUGOU TREATING YOU LIKE A SLUTTTTTTTT (I had an idea for them [ ^ ^ ] )

EVEN… EVEN BETTER DILF KIRISHIMA AND DILF BAKUGOU 😫😫😫

Edit: MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS CANNOT AND I MEAN CANNOT INTERACT AT ALL WITH MY POSTS (MINORS CAM ONLY INTERACT WITH SFW WORKS AND POSTS)

#benjisideas #KIRISHIMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #mha smut #dilf kirishima x reader #dilf bakugou x reader

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roxy-writes · 3 years ago

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dilf!kirishima x fem!reader , maybe they go shoppin together n things get freaky in the dressing room 👀

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OK DILF KIRI HAS ME GENUINELY ACTING UP-

warnings: public sex kinda, not proofread

he'd always be so nice to you. it's just how he is. but you noticed often how his niceness towards you had subtle sexual undertones that most others wouldn't pick up on. the way his hand would brush against you while he was talking to you. the way eye contact with him always had you breaking away within a few seconds because of the intensity. most people would just think he knew you super well, and it was that, but you knew better than to think there wasn't anything else going on.

he was a bit older than you, not very much, but enough for there to be a difference in where you were in life. he was particularly financially stable, which often paid off for you. shopping with him was always a huge thing. he'd pick out tons of skimpy clothing for you, hoping you'd at least try them on for him. the outfit he held up in front of you now really caught your eye, it looked perfect for you. exactly your style and size. you wondered how he caught these details about you, you'd never told him what size clothes you were.

in the dressing room he watches as you put the outfit on with lust-filled eyes. he was clearly imagining tearing it off you and fucking you in the dressing room. you wouldn't really be opposed to it. as you show off how the clothes fit you, your eyes focus on a slight bulge in his pants. he chuckles as he begins to unashamedly palm himself in front of you. sitting down on the bend, he motions for you to come sit on his lap. he slowly grinds you against his bulge before stripping you of the outfit.

momentarily activating his quirk, he shreds your panties. he'll just buy you some new ones later anyway. admiring your pussy, his thumb circles your clit. however, he's impatient, and he quickly slips 2 digits inside your hole to prepare you for his cock.

after you're all ready for him, he removes his pants and boxers to reveal his rock-hard dick. the tip is drooling with precum. you're impatient too, and you lift yourself up as the tip pushes slowly into you. you moan into his shoulder, hot pleasure spreading through you.

as he bottoms out, you both groan. his hips start bucking up into yours and his tip brushes your cervix. you almost forget, for a few seconds, that you're in the changing room with him. everything melts away until all you feel is him inside you. he picks up the pace and his balls smack against your ass. one of his hands leaves your hip to rub figure eights on your clit with precision.

"fuck." you cry out, hoping no one heard you. his pubes brush against your sensitive clit. your orgasm hits you like a truck, the sweet relief causing you to collapse against his chest. he keeps fucking up into you, the sensitivity making you tremble. with one more squeeze of your pussy around his shaft he cums hard inside you. the feeling of being full has you reeling. "we're definitely gonna buy that outfit." he pants out. "yeah." you reply.

#kirishima smut #kirishima x reader smut #kirishima x reader #bnha x reader smut #bnha smut #mha x reader smut #mha x reader #dilf kirishima

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airybcby · 3 years ago

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Some mha dilfs

ft; kirishima eijiro , tomura shigaraki , bakugo katsuki( all characters aged up )

kirishima eijiro

kirishima has a breeding kink

we already knew that tho

just seeing you pregnant carrying his child gave him some sort of pride

but once your twins , yes twins , were born he was wrapped around their fingers

after you two get home from the hospital he is immediately on house husband mode

this big , scary looking pro hero literally is cleaning and cooking while you feed your children.

when your children are old enough to be in school he goes and picks them up sometimes.

but you're crazy if you think it's not in the most dramatic way.

he'll come in saying

“ red riots here to save you ! ”

“ what two children will be my side kicks ? ”

etc, etc.

all in all, kirishima is pure dilf material.

tomura shigaraki

now while he is a villain

he literally will give you the world once he realizes he loves you

which takes a long mf time for him

he's obviously been out on the whole "loving parents" era most of us have

he had to consult in almost every other lov members to realize what these feelings for you were

but whatever.

about a year after you two were finally dating, you'd ended up pregnant

you'd given birth to your beautiful daughter, on Christmas actually.

but of course, without shigaraki there because no hospital was close enough where he could walk in and not be recognized.

so you did it alone, but to make up for it, shigaraki got up every time she cried .

of course, when your daughter was old enough to go to school you made sure she didn't say anything about her dad

it hurt your heart but you didn't want to risk getting him caught.

but the one time he came with you to pick up your daughter, she was so excited.

bakugo katsuki

now while he's angry all the time, he's so sweet to your daughter <3

when you're too tired to get up after you've given birth

( no matter how late or early it is )

bakugo will get up and take care of her

of course he's matured so he's out of the whole petty stage

but he will still be telling your daughter how she's better than izukus.

when your daughters quirk manifests , it's actually very similar to bakugos.

definitely has to deal with explosives, but idk how exactly

this man is PUMPED.

he's just so excited and ready to show his baby girl his tricks

He's sure that she's going to be the best hero anyone's ever seen

#★ · airybcbyy #airy posts #tomura shigaraki #bakugo katsuki #mina ashido #kirishima x reader #dad! kirishima #shigaraki x reader #dad! shigaraki #bakugo x reader #dad! bakugo #dilf kirishima #dilf shigaraki #dilf bakugou #dilfs 🫶🏽

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sleepyrouge · 3 years ago

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imagining dilf!kirishima (part two) word count: 5.6k pairing: kirishima eijirou x f!reader content warnings: age gap (reader is early twenties, kirishima is early thirties), kinda sugar daddy/baby dynamics but only if you squint, f!reader, reader is kind of a nervous brat, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex (but mentions of taking pill-form birth control), use of petnames, spanking (kinda?), creampie, choking, praise. also the prose in this is non-existent and the format is trash and if anyone sees any y'alls that i forgot to edit out...just.......let it rock. 18+ mdni (and no blank blogs) or you will get blocked. authors note: not me thinking about this post i made the other day for the t h o u s a n d t h time but just there's so much more to imagine, like:

it's before noon on a thursday and you have a final presentation for an elective american lit class in a few hours and you're about to climb a wall because you've practiced your presentation in your mirror so much that you can't stand the sight of your own face anymore so you end up calling kirishima. your stomach flips when you hear his voice on the other end of the line, all deep and sweet and cheery.

"hey, sweet girl! don't you have a final today?" he teases and your stomach is about to flip straight out of your body at the fact that he remembered.

"yeah, i'm really nervous about it." you chew on your lip.

"why don't you come over to the agency and practice in front of me? i don't have patrol until this afternoon." he suggests and you feel a little dumb for not thinking to suggest that yourself.

"are you sure? it won't be...weird?"

"'course not. you're my girlfriend and besides, it's my agency." kirishima continues but your brain gets all staticky after the first part of his sentence.

"i'm your girlfriend." you state slowly, goofy smile on your face that eijirou physically can't see but you can hear him chuckle on his end of the phone. it was the first time that he had called you that outright.

"i mean, i hope so, or pouring my heart out in front of that mcdonald's would have been kinda embarrassing." he jests. you cradle your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you grab your laptop and your notes from around your room and shove them in your schoolbag.

"definitely your girlfriend, eiji." you say with a broad grin on your face as your pick up your apartment keys and head out the door. "also i'm on my way." you finish up your conversation with kirishima as you bound down the stairs and onto the sidewalk.

the walk to his building isn't terribly long and is made even shorter by reciting the facts of your presentation over and over again in your head. you ride the elevator up to the floor that he texted you that he was on and just before the doors slide open, you're hit by a wave of anxiety. you know that kirishima has sidekicks that he employs at his agency that are around your age and you wonder agitatedly what they'll think of you.

too soon, the doors are opening and you hold your breath, expecting the worst but everything is relatively...mundane. like a magnet, your eyes find the door with kirishima's name on the front and you set a quick course for the door. you don't know why you did it, not really, but you slide through his door quickly, not even bothering to knock. you accidentally interrupt a phonecall he was having.

"what's she getting a degree in, anyways? learning how to tie her shoes? reciting the alphabet?" your face heats up at the sound of the man eijirou has on the other end of the line. he swivels in his chair, scrambling to cut the call short.

"goodbye, bakugou." kirishima scowls pointedly at the phone before fixing his face and looking up at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. "hey there, sweet thing," he grins and you shake off the self-doubt trying to make itself at home in your body. "i'm so ready to see your presentation." he goes on. his office is modest, a medium oak desk with a shiny black chair and an exquisite view of the city. you take a few steps around, admiring the pictures of him in his hero costume and some with his hero friends.

silently, kirishima cups his hands dutifully on his desk as he waits expectantly for you to start your presentation but you're caught off guard by how handsome and powerful he looks sitting there, hair laying flat against his head and dress shirt unbuttoned just enough at the top to make you want to undo the rest of the buttons. it's like kirishima can read your thoughts because he starts smirking at you and it flusters you just enough to startle you out of your reverie. you pull your laptop out of your schoolbag and click around, opening up the powerpoint and sitting it where the red-head can see it. you take a deep breath and crack your knuckles before launching into your speech about the impact of the beat poet movement, specifically allen ginsberg, and the murky history of that part of american literature. by the time you were done, kirishima was leaning forward, listening intently, and the tips of your ears were practically on fire from all of the attention he was paying you. he didn't look bored in the slightest. that had to account for something, right? kirishima clapped his hands enthusiastically as you shuffled your index cards back into the correct order and shut your laptop.

"that was so informative, baby! i didn't know any of that stuff!" he encouraged, standing up to step around his desk and pull you into his broad chest. you inhaled his cologne that you loved so much and it made you a little dizzy. you wrapped your arms around his sides and tried to fight the bashful grin on your face even though he couldn't see it.

"you really think so?" your voice is muffled by his chest.

"'course i do. you're the smartest person i know." kirishima backs away a step and hooks his index finger under your chin to make you look up at him. he pecks your lips quickly and all of your nerves momentarily disappear. "can't wait to take you on a real date tonight, either." he grins and you almost balk at forgetting the previously planned engagement.

"are you sure you still wanna go out with me? are you sure you wouldn't rather go out with your friends or...anyone else?" you hated being so insecure, but more than anything, you hated the idea of being an inconvenience. kirishima tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. you nuzzled your face against his hand.

"i've been planning tonight for an entire month. there's nowhere else i'd rather be than with you this evening after my patrol." he smiles reassuringly at you and your heart swells. he was so good to you.

"thank you. y'know, for waiting for me and everything." you hope your words convey your feelings. there comes a knock at the door. a sidekick around your age, already dressed out in their gear, sticks their head through the door.

"it's almost time to go, mr. riot." the sidekick's eyes dart between you and kirishima. eijirou lets out a good-natured sigh.

"i've already told you, it's okay to just use my name." the sidekick nods dutifully.

"of course, mr. riot! i'll be waiting for you downstairs." he casts another quick glance between the two of you before retreating and shutting the door. there's a dusting of color on kirishima's cheeks when you look up at him. you grin like a lovesick puppy up at him, having never seen him interact with his colleagues before. you pull him into an easy hug.

"they just don't listen to me," he mumbles into your hair and you giggle before checking your watch. your eyes grow wide seeing the time.

"shit, i gotta go!" you exclaim-the moment over and jump over to kirishima's desk. you pack your laptop away quickly. you throw your bag over your shoulder and bound for the door, stop to think for a moment, turn around, and give eijirou a quick kiss before exiting.

hours later, you're back in your tiny apartment after finishing your presentation on campus and running errands and you're just relaxing for a minute before you start getting ready for your date (!!!) with kirishima. you're lounging on your bed in a robe and a soothing face mask when your phone chirps on your nightstand with a reminder that you have an extra credit quiz due at five. the notification sends you into overdrive because it's already four and you had a whole extensive hours-long get ready routine planned for your date and you didn't even really need to take the extra credit quiz, but what was the point in being so uptight about your education if you weren't going to take every option available to you?

so you start racing around and grab your class notes and your laptop and zoom through your quiz and manage to elaborate and remember all the facts for the essay questions better than you thought you did!! you manage to turn your quiz in just in time and you take a deep breath and start laying out your outfit for your date that consists of stuff that kirishima helped you pick out when y’all were shopping together. he wanted to take you out to a nice restaurant (much better than the one you worked at) because that “was the respectable thing to do." you finally are able to shower and do your hair and makeup and the whole process is really relaxing which really helps with your nerves, but it's also a good way to pamper yourself after the stress of finals.

too quickly, the time comes and kirishima is knocking on your door and you’re trying to run to answer the door and put your heels on at the same time and you end up falling over onto your washing machine and making a huge crashing sound and when you go to open the door, kirishima is standing there with a look of concern on his face and you’re just like “p l e a s e just give me five minutes” and he smirks like the absolute little rascal that he is and follows you into your apartment and he looks around at everything while you finish getting ready without tearing the whole place down. kirishima takes note that you have a ton of plants in your kitchen placed on the window sills and on the kitchen sink and he thinks it's really cute but he notices some of the plant leaves are ~crispy~ and the soil is kinda dry so he takes a cup and starts watering them while he waits for you.

finally, after about ten minutes, he hears your bedroom door open and you come out and see him watering your plants and you're just standing there with heart eyes (also because he looks fucking good with his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows). then he turns to look at you and he's also mega heart eyes and he tells you that you look pretty as he dusts soil off of his hands and goes over to greet you properly and give you a warm kiss on the cheek.

after that, he drives the two of you to dinner through the crowded nighttime streets and he holds your hand the whole time and there isn't much conversation on the ride there but you just can't take your eyes off of your intertwined fingers. you thought your heart might have been ready to bust when he rubbed his thumb over the tops of your fingers.

when you get to the restaurant, the hostess goes to seat the two of you and you pull kirishima along behind you by the hand and it's such a small thing that you do but he loves it for some reason. dinner passes all too quickly between eating and talking about your respective days and you end up accidentally going too far in-depth about beatniks and abie hoffman and yippies and the effect that guerilla theatre had on the american counterculture movement (which are all points you didn't have time to hit on in your presentation) but kirishima doesn't mind even though he can't focus all that well on what you're talking about because he's too busy congratulating himself on buying you an outfit that looks that good on you.

but then kirishima's feeling a little guilty because you're asking him if he's ever read "howl" since it's a masterpiece even though you're inwardly cringing at how annoying you sound but you're only doing it to get your mind off of kissing kirishima and running your hands through his stupid hair.

after dinner, eijirou drops you back off at your apartment and walks you to the door because honestly it's kind of a sketchy part of town and he's a gentleman. he kisses you goodnight and then a second time and then a third time and before you know it-before your mind has time to catch up with your tongue-you're inviting him in for ice cream. you don't know what you're doing, not exactly, but you don't have time to think anything through before you're standing in front of your coffee table with him sprawled out on the couch behind you. you're desperately trying to get your tv to work to no avail. honestly, the little tv you had was well past its prime and on its last legs, but it had been with you since freshman year and even though the stand it sat on was broken and even though the roku attachment you had for it only worked some of the time, you were attached to it. you didn't see the point in replacing something as long as it still worked well enough. eijirou chuckled behind you.

"just let me buy you a new one." as soon as he spoke, the screen sprang to life playing the last show that you were watching.

"there's no need for that! it works just fine." you grinned down at him, handed him the remote, and placed your phone on the table before going back into the kitchen to get the ice cream that you weren't even hungry for. you just wanted eijirou to hang around for a little longer.

you dug around in your freezer and found the ice cream that you had squirreled away. deciding against bowls, you were scrounging around in your silverware drawer for two clean spoons when you heard your phone ringing from the coffee table.

"hey, can you see who that is?" you called over your shoulder to eijirou as you slid the drawer closed with your hip. the ringing stopped, and too late, you realized what time it was. you watched in mild horror as kirishima cleared his throat and held the phone closer to his face.

"the notification says 'don't forget to take your birth control, you dumb hormonal bitch.'" he pauses to look over at you from the couch, a look of amusement on his face. you're only slightly mortified. "do you want me to snooze that?"

"yeah." you disappear momentarily into your bedroom and take your medicine. you reappear quickly and grab your snack and waltz over to the couch, hoping that the embarrassing interlude will soon be forgotten. you put the ice cream and spoons down on the table and feel eijirou pulling at your hand. you turn around slightly to see what he wants and he pulls you down.

you straddle his lap and his arms wrap around your waist wantonly. you feel your heartbeat quicken when he looks up at you with a lazy smirk on his face.

"i, uh, like your phone lock screen." he lets out a full chuckle then and you wonder briefly if there are any large rocks around for you to hide under.

"i was gonna change it," you pout and start to lean back to grab your phone. eijirou pulls you closer to him instead.

"don't. i like it. that was one of my first magazine covers." his lips flutter against your jaw.

"i know." you gush. "you were really handsome."

"were?" he fakes being taken aback.

"you know what i mean, eiji." your crimson nails come to scrape lightly over his hard chest passively and kirishima grabs your fingers lightly, looking at your nails in the soft glow of the television light. a little smile flashes over his face.

“when’d you get your nails done?”

“today, after my final,” you answer, recalling how you had picked the color, thinking of it as a small, unobtrusive way to show that you were his.

“i like them.” he presses light kisses to the pads of your fingers and your eyes flutter shut, humming at the simple affection.

“it’s a little dumb.” you blush and you feel kirishima’s thumb on your chin, pulling your head down to look at him.

“i don’t think so.” he says with nothing but sincerity in his eyes and if you weren’t already completely smitten beforehand, that was enough to do it.

instead of responding to him verbally, you reach down to kiss him. kirishima’s head is lazily propped up on the back of the couch. his hands tangle in your hair and your lips start to move against him more fervently. the kisses are full of heat and saliva but you’re so entranced by it and the feeling of your chest closely pressed to his that it’s a complete surprise when you feel kirishima’s sharp teeth biting down on your bottom lip. when you open your mouth involuntarily, his tongue slides into your mouth and you revel in the way it makes your stomach knot up nicely.

your hands slide down easily over his torso and through the fabric of his shirt, you can feel his defined abs constricting underneath your touch. you inhale sharply against his mouth and fight the meek feeling that comes over you when eijirou smirks against your lips. he follows your lead and traces a finger down from your jaw to the deep neckline of the dress that you wore. he ran his finger over the length of the seam until he reached one of your shoulders and pulled downwards until the whole expanse of skin was exposed. eijirou cranes his neck forward to place feather light kisses against your skin and your breath hitches in your throat at the contact. he sits back to look at you and your run your fingers through the front of his hair. he doesn't break eye contact with you as he pulls your dress down all the way to your waist, exposing your bra to him. you can't tell if your skin prickles from the cool air or his hungry gaze.

eijirou's warm hands ghost over your shoulders and chest. in the space of a blink, your back is pressed against the couch and he's sliding your dress down your legs and tossing it to the side. he takes a moment to caress up and down your smooth skin and there's no room to be self-conscious under his gaze any longer. he settles down against the cradle of your body, one strong arm holding him up by your head, and then he's lavishing every inch of your skin with searing kisses that you think might mark you for all to see. not that you would mind. as he works, you busy yourself with undoing the buttons of his shirt. it's not a hard task by any means, but it's hard to focus with all the attention that he's giving you. finally, you unbutton enough of his shirt to where your hands are only centimeters away from the top of his slacks and you start tugging to free the fabric tucked into his pants. eijirou adjusts himself to assist you in tugging his shirt off and when he does, your hand brushes only slightly against his length. how hard he is doesn't surprise you, not really, but what does is the amount. your lips part slightly in awe as you rub the flat palm of your hand up and down his cock. his forehead falls against your shoulder. his free hand moves between your two bodies to pull your hand away from him.

"you gotta stop that, baby." he growls against the shell of your ear and then he's nipping at your earlobe.

"why?" you're all innocence, looking at him with wide eyes.

"you're gonna make me cum in my pants." your heart skips a beat at the way he says it and then your eyebrows knit together in concentration as your hand moves down his body again. you hear him suck in a breath as he bites at your skin in warning.

"gonna cum for me so easy, big guy?" you pout your lips at eijirou to mock him, but your insides are all twisted up from the surge of power you feel. you can feel your own arousal starting to stick to your underwear. you hear a strained, impatient growl against your neck once more and then his hands are yanking yours away with force. a giggle bubbles out of your throat and is blotted out quickly by your panties being pushed to the side and his finger coming to circle roughly around your clit. your back arches, pressing you further into his touch, and it's eijirou's turn to chuckle now. with his free hand, he paws at one of your breasts through your bra.

"are we gonna do...this...with jurassic park playing in the background?" you whisper, a little amused and a little breathless, against eijirou's lips.

"it's actually the second one. the dinosaurs are cooler." he grins, showing off his sharp teeth and that's all it takes for you to pull him into a kiss again. jurassic park or not, you needed this man worse than anything. he pulls his hand out of your underwear and admires how your slick catches the light from the screen a few feet away. he sits up, popping his fingers into his mouth and starts unbuttoning his pants. you moan at the sight and scoot up so you're resting against the arm rest of the couch. eijirou removes his fingers from his mouth and stands up. he's dressed only in his boxers now and if you really wanted to, you could drool at the sight of him.

"come on, now." he bends over you, scooping you up with his arms circling around your waist and he pulls upwards. understanding, you wrap your legs around his middle and he bounces your body up against yours to situate you closer to him. he kisses you gently, lips molding to the shape of yours. you lose yourself in the embrace momentarily and wrap your legs tighter around him, intoxicated by the way eijirou's body feels against yours. he pulls back and rests his forehead against yours. both of you breath heavily. he treks around the edge of the couch and into the kitchen and you're leaving butterfly kisses against the planes of his face. abruptly, he stumbles and you clutch onto him harder, eyes shut and ready to feel the both of you crash into the floor, but instead, you just end up pressed roughly into the refrigerator.

"oops." there comes a consoling kiss at your lips. then one against the smooth, sensitive skin of your neck. then one right above where your heart is. one of eijirou's hands is travelling up your back to the clasp of your bra and undoing it. you pull the straps down your arms and toss it away. he bows his head lower and licks along the swell of your breasts until he can pull a nipple into his mouth. he rolls the sensitive skin gently between his teeth and kneads the other one with the pads of his thumb and forefinger. your head lolls back as far as it can. you can feel eijirou's length pressed hard against you as he explores. you roll your hips down into him. his breath stutters against your skin. you feel him moving your panties to the side with the hand currently situated against your ass. you squirm. he peers at you with a dark gaze, too close to your face to be friendly.

"wanna fuck you right here." he begs.

"think of all the sauces that'll give their lives that i might get laid if you break my fridge."

"fine." he huffs patiently. you tighten your hold around him and press a sloppy kiss against his neck as eijirou continues on the pilgrimage to your bedroom.

he tosses you gently onto your bed and you lay on your stomach, pulling him to you with an outstretched hand. no words transpire between the two of you as you tug him close to stand at the foot of your bed. your hands dip into his boxers and the first thing that you feel isn't him, but the heat radiating off of his cock. you swallow thickly and wrap your hand around his length, slowly freeing him from the fabric. precum leaks from the head of his impossibly hard cock. you run the very tip of your finger over his slit and he shudders. you scoot up, bringing your head forward.

“oh fuck, that’s my good girl.” kirishima groans, hand guiding your head when you first try to take him all in your mouth. you’re only about half of the way down his shaft and his cock is already pressing against the back of your throat and you stay there for a second, willing yourself to take more of him. letting out a huff through your nose, you pull off of his shaft with a pop and start giving kitten licks to his head again before sinking your mouth back down again, this time being able to take his dick a little farther before you’re absolutely gagging. eijirou’s grip on your hair tightens and you wrap one of your hands around the base of him and stroke in time with your mouth. your gaze fixates on him from your laid-out position on your bed and you revel in the view of him with his head rolled back and the vein in his jaw twitching. you wiggle your hips side to side subtly and try to gain some relief from the desire that you feel puddling between your legs. you can feel his cock twitching in your mouth. you take him far down your throat again and he whines out, looking back down and meeting your darkened eyes.

"makin' me feel so good, goddamn." eijirou swears and notices you wiggling your hips and bends forward slightly to grab onto the fat of your ass. he palms the flesh there once, twice, before becoming so enthralled with the sight that he loses control of himself and is pressing harder down your throat than you can handle, causing you to choke a bit and startle him back to reality. he pulls back, grinning at you sheepishly, and swats at your asscheek lovingly. you whimper at the barely-there sting. he pulls back from your mouth. you sit up, cross your legs, and almost pout. all you want is skin to skin contact-to have eijirou fill you full. he notices your displeased look and the crease between your brow. it’s hard not to purr at the sight of him standing there, lazily fisting his cock.

“what’s wrong?“ his eyes are barely open and his breathing isn’t even when your hand replaces his, slowly stroking up and down. he’s so thick that your hand can barely wrap around his girth and your mouth waters.

“want you to fuck me now.” you bite down on your bottom lip nervously.

“i was gettin’ there.” he smiles and runs a finger down the side of your face.

“no.” you find your voice and put some backbone into it. “want you to fuck me right now.” eijirou’s eyes widen at the urgency in your tone. “needed it for so long.” you add on almost in a whisper.

“i thought you wanted for us to wait until the semester was over?” he recalls an earlier conversation the two of you had weeks earlier when making out had almost gotten too heavy.

“i did and now it’s over and now i need you, eiji.” you’re almost in tears at the desire and emotions running through you. you looked up into his cherry eyes and saw a lovesick mountain of a man looking back down at you. your hand stilled against his length and came to rest in your lap. you fought the violent urge to run your index finger through the slick pooling between your legs.

"so that's why you're bein' so hard to get along with, huh?" he coos. you feel his sturdy hands pushing you back into the smooth surface of your comforter and eijirou’s body covers your own. he left searing kisses down your jaw and the slight curve of your neck. you wrap your legs around him and play with the stray hairs at the nape of his neck in response. the contact is charged, laced with need and want. you're realizing at that moment that it's not enough. the lingering taste of him on your tongue is enough to motivate you into wiggling out from underneath him. he turns on his side, head coming to rest on his hand and stare at you in amusement. your sudden inability to be satisfied is amusing to him.

you push at his upper body and he follows where you lead him until he's laying flat on his back and staring up at you with lust filled eyes. you swing a leg over his waist so you're straddling him and you roll your slit against his length.

"fuck," you pant out and he grips your hips hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises. eijirou cants his hips up to meet yours. you brace your arms against his chest and arch your back and momentarily chase your own high. you know that he's doing the same exact thing as he works his boxers the rest of the way down his legs. he pulls your torso down until it's flush against his and he has easy access to whisper in your ear.

"you still sure you want it this bad?" you nod against his forehead. he pulls your panties to the side.

eijirou has a hold of your hips as you line him up with your entrance. slowly, you start to lower yourself onto him and you hiss out as his cock journeys through your folds and pushes into you. eijirou cups your face in his hands and pushes your hair out your face. you can feel his breathing growing ragged underneath you. you lower yourself imperceptibly lower onto him. your breath catches in your throat. the stretch is almost too much.

you pause a moment and try to gather yourself. having eijirou filling you this full already felt so good but there was also the pain coupled with it. you try to push through it and manage to work yourself down about halfway before his thumb is circling your clit and his free hand is guiding you up and down. you can't even think, the feeling is so heavy and pervasive, but you're sure that nothing had ever felt as good as this. you tune into eijirou's pants and heavy breathing underneath you. gently, he's rocking his hips up to meet yours and it feels exponentially, if that was even possible, better than what you were doing. your arms turn to jelly and give out and you collapse onto his broad chest.

"wan' you to do it, feels better that way." you mumble into the empty space in the crook of his neck. his arm wrap tighter around your middle and you feel his dick twitch against your fluttering walls. if it feels this good now, you dare not even imagine what cumming feels like with him buried in you.

"gonna make you feel so good, baby." his hand strokes down your neck and he rolls his hips gently but slips further inside of you. you cry out when he hits a spot inside of you that hasn't ever been touched before. you babble out something incoherent and he repeats the action. your crimson fingernails curl violently into his chest and you register his sharp intake of breath but you just don't care as he keeps hitting the same spot inside of you over and over again. you feel like something inside of you is on the verge of breaking.

all you're capable of focusing on is the heavy drag of his cock in and out of your walls as he pounds up into you with little mercy. little white, twinkling spots are coating your vision as you nip harshly at the skin of his neck. abruptly, you're arching your back and calling out eijirou's name as a thick wave of warmth floods over you. his thrusts stutter briefly as you clamp down hard on his cock but then he's drilling into even faster and harder than before and you're only able to screw your eyes shut and babble his name over and over again at the new sensation you're feeling.

it might have been minutes or seconds that passed, but eijirou finally, mercilessly, buries himself to the hilt inside of you and lets out a deep groan. you feel him coating your insides with thick and hot spurts of his cum and you let out a squeak at the feeling. his hips finally still and you both lay there, panting, with eijirou still hard and buried deep in you. he kisses your cheek sweetly and leaves a stripe of sweat on your temple from his forehead.

"wanna do more of that." you have trouble speaking, your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth.

"well, lucky for you, we have all summer until you go to grad school."

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Dilfs helping you relieve your stress!!

Characters: dilf! Kirishima, Bakugou, Izuku, Shinso.

content contains: smut, pet names (princess, sweetness, angel etc...)

red’s note: guys guys guys...✨dilfs✨ also not proofread cuz im stupid and not proofreading is easy

⭑kirishima⭑

Kirishima stood with an apron tied tight around his large form, as he took the hot, freshly baked cupcakes from the oven. During his downtime he picked up baking after discovering that you had a sweet tooth. Once he placed the hot pan safely on the stove he sighed and took off his oven mitts not a moment before you came stomping through the door.

“I can’t do this! I just can’t do this anymore Eiji!” you wailed as you stormed into the kitchen.

Kirishima’s heart dropped in his gut, were you referring to your relationship with him?

“Honey..is there anything I can do? Do you wanna talk about this first for a bit?” He untied his apron and you huffed,

“This school is too much for me Kiri! I just..I just knew my parents were right about all along about going so far from home and not being good enough to attend school here. I wish I would've listened I-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, this is about school dove? thought you were going to break up with me” he sighed relived and you giggled at his dumb assumption. He took you by the hand and led you into the living room before sitting you down on his couch, taking both hands into his he looked you in the eyes and nodded for you to continue your mini rant.

His soft face, full of worry made the anger and upsetness dissipate in your belly and you sighed before leaning forward against him.

“My prof is the worst, he keeps giving me the worst possible grades on my essays for the most meaningless shit and it’s adding up, my grade is slipping and I just worry I might not be smart enough to attend this school” you explain this time calmly and in more than one breath.

“Oh dove” he sighed his mouth turning down at the corners in an empathic frown. “You are so intelligent and hard-working, that I know for a fact. You need to get to know your professor lovely, maybe try asking a classmate who does well and ask them what their process is for writing essays for this specific class” Kiri said. With such a rational solution in front of you it made everything seem possible, your ability to do well had a clear path and it was all because of him.

You leaned up and pressed a small kiss to his lips.

“I just think I might be a little stressed because of all of this work I'm doing” you say and Kirishima hums thoughtfully.

“I know, it’s been a while since I helped you relive some of that, yeah? Let me take care of you” He says and you nod before pressing another kiss to his lips, this time full of more passion.

Kirishima’s thumb draws carefully slow circles on your clit and he groans your name softly when he sees your clenching little hole dribble slick for him. Your chest heaved as his thumb slowly began to speed up, your hips raised off the bed in a silent plea for more which he granted. Just the image of his big hulking body above yours had your hole clenching ‘round nothing.

His pointer finger circled your weeping cunt and slowly slid inside. His finger was so much thicker compared to yours, so much rougher, it could rub against your sweet spots effortlessly. He slid in another when you got used to the feeling of having him inside of you and began pumping them in tandem with time of his strokes against your clit and your eyes were rolling into the back of your head. He licked up the side of your neck and drew shivers from your body. Your high was fast approaching and he could tell, your clit pulsed under his thumb as your little pussy squeezed his fingers and soaked them in your arousal and he allowed you to tip over that euphoric edge. Your body shook as you came, your toes curled so hard they cramped painfully and he slowed his movements to a halt before he pressed a wet kiss to your cheek.

⭑bakugou⭑

As soon as the door of the elevator opened, revealing your boyfriend's penthouse apartment you stormed inside. You dropped your backpack onto the floor harshly, probably damaging your computer (Katsuki bought for you). The man titled his glasses down watching you storm back and forth across the apartment, he could almost see the steam coming out of your ears.

“What is it princess? what’s wrong?”

You scoffed, “nothing! everything is fine bakugou, just peachy.”

The man’s eyebrow raised at the sound of his last name and he set the book he was reading down, taking off and folding his reading glasses, placing them on top of said book as he approached your pissed off form.

“Love, please calm down and tell me what’s wrong” he said in a calm yet stern voice. You melted at the look of concern he gave you and you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his chest. His arms immediately wrapped themselves around you in a tight hug.

“It’s just school, god this one professor hates me! always giving me bad marks on my essays. if I fail his class ‘m gonna have to retake it Kat’s” you cry as you look up at him, eyes full of tears.

“Babydoll, you know I've offered before many times to--”

“I don't want you to bribe him Katsuki! I want to prove to my parents and to myself that I'm smart and capable enough for this! god..what am I saying my parents were right I should've stayed in our small town and went to a less competitive school where--”

“You are more than capable and you're an incredibly smart girl. I know more than anyone you're meant for this school and you're just as intelligent as any other student in your class.”

You sighed as you shrugged.

He pulled you away from his chest and stared down at you.

“You know what? I think I have something that will help you feel better doll”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him, “Not money is it?”

“Even better”

“O-oh kats!” you moaned. Fingers digging through short cut blonde-ish gray hair. Katsuki’s fingers squeezed the meat of your thighs as he held them open. His tongue darted back and forth against your throbbing clit. He placed several small kisses on the hardened bud and you were sure you were going to lose your mind from all the teasing.

His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked on the aching little nub until your thighs shook and your orgasm wracked over you. The delicious feeling of your high gathered in your belly and exploded all throughout your body, but he didn't let up. His tongue laved at your clit, your eyes rolled into the back of your head from the overstimulation. You felt another high quickly building. You pulled at his strands of hair in a poor attempt at getting him to pull away but he only attacked with more fervor. Your hips bucked into his willing mouth as you came once more, this time squirting against his chin and the sheets under you. He only let go once your pussy stopped shooting your arousal at his face.

He looked up at you with a mouth covered in your cum and two red eyes aged with crows feet, “Feel better?”

You lazily nodded your head even though you could hardly remember why you were so upset to begin with now.

⭑izuku⭑

Izuku undid his tie as he sighed, slowly undressing himself after a long day of interviews and press conferences surrounding his new movie premiere. The moment he takes a seat on his bed he hears the front door open and shut before he hears thundering footsteps make a beeline for his bedroom. There you were arms crossed over your chest and eyes watery and red from crying. He immediately jumped and up and pulled you into his arms.

“Oh no, my angel.” he said, hand rubbing against your back soothingly and your angry facade slowly broke down into one of defeat as you cried. It took about ten minutes to get you to calm down enough to talk in full sentences. Izuku was always good at that.

“Will you tell me what’s bothering you? I want to know if I can help” he asks, eyes soft with worry, voice gentle and full of care.

“Izu I’m just..I think my parents were right about this school, about me. I’m just not smart enough to go here! I keep doing badly on my exams and if I fail another I might…” you bite your trembling bottom lip in fear.

He sighs and pulls you over to the bed and sits you down. He lifts your head via your chin and makes you look up at him. Even though you’re teary and sad he can’t help but think you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen.

“Angel, you are extremely intelligent, hard-working and dedicated.” He said and your cheeks felt a bit warm at his compliment

“Thanks…”

“And- you’re gonna prove your parents wrong I know it, you’re gonna walk across your stage holding the shiny diploma and I’m gonna be in the front row watching and cheering you on” he says and a small smile comes across your face as he kisses your cheeks in earnest.

“I love you..” you murmur and his wandering lips find their way to your mouth as he presses a kiss to your lips.

“But before then, I think you need to relax a bit, you have the capability but you’re a bit stressed with all of the hard work you’re doing angel, want me to help you with that?”

You give him a small nod.

Izuku’s fingers stroked your inner thigh lovingly as his fingers curled upwards against your sweet spot, he’d been at this so long your cream dripped down his hand and onto the soft bedsheets below. Your eyes were half-closed and rolled into the back of your head. His head dipped down and pressed kitten soft kisses against your clit.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? My pretty hard-working girl, ‘s alright I’ll make sure you get the treatment you deserve”

Your orgasm bubbled into the pit of your stomach as he spread his kisses across your thigh, your legs trembled as you were on the brink of an orgasm. Emerald eyes looked up into yours and then it hit you. Your orgasm wracked through your body as your legs tried closing around his arm.

“Suuuch a good good girl, keep cumming as much as you’d like, ‘m here for you all night”

⭑shinso⭑

Shinso sat cross legged on his couch with a cat strewn across it. A long haired Persian who was the most important girl in the world to him, second to you of course. Speaking of you, Shinso looked at the time on his phone. You were to be arriving soon, your last class of the day had ended and he was certain you were on your way.

Almost as if on cue, the front door of his apartment opened and you came storming in. You dropped your bag on the couch making the cat jump out of Shinso’s lap and worry furrowed his brow.

“Love?”

“I can't do this anymore shin!” you exclaimed and he cocked his head to the side and patted the cushion of the couch next to him, wanting to hear more about what was troubling you.

You took a seat next to him and buried your face in your hands, “I got my essay back”

“How’d you do?” he asked, hand placed comfortingly on your thigh.

Your head shot out of your hands and you looked up at him with tearful eyes.

“I did horribly again! I can’t do this anymore shin I just- I wish I would've never come here and listened to my parents and stayed in my hometown, gotten an honest job at my father’s company and-”

“Love, listen to me, you're so very capable of bringing your grade back up you know. You're brilliant, they accepted you into their school to begin with didn't they? That means that it’s not just me that sees how bright you are.”

Your bottom lip trembled and Shinso brushed your hair back, smoothing it into place before cupping your cheek.

“You came here to chase your dream my love, you shouldn't give up now” He reminds you and you lean in rest your head to rest on his shoulder.

“I guess you're right...I’m just so stressed lately that everything is just ten times more overwhelming” you admit and he pulls you towards him in a hug.

“Well let’s fix that, yeah?”

Shinso was sheathed inside of you completely, thick, heavy cock spreading you wide open. Shinso didn't thrust. He instead laid on top of you while he pressed his hips against yours, grinding his pelvis down against yours and making your eyes roll back into your head at the same time. The fuzziness of his pubes ground themselves against your clit as his cock grinded itself along your walls. The thick tip kisses your cervix with each grind of his hips and his length pressed against your sweet spots with so much precision it made your mouth drop open in a silent scream. Your cunt squeezed around his cock as your orgasm snuck up on you. Your fingers gripped the sheets as you came, squeaking out his name.

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