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Wait, you're not dating?! | KiriBaku x GN!Reader

Content: Polyam relationship, mutual pining

Warnings: If you don't like poly, then leave me alone. Don't comment anything negative on it, please.

Notes: I'd so be in a polyam relationship with these two. I'm also kinda iffy on how this came out, but oh well. It's my first time writing polyam, so for my first time writing polyam I think it's good! Also please note that I haven't seen MHA/BNHA in a long time. This is just how I remember these guys.

~*~*~*

(Y/n) watched the two boys playfully argue over something in the study hall. Sitting almost shoulder to shoulder, (Y/n) felt envy and sorrow bubble up in their chest. Both boys captured their heart and held it hostage, but anyone could see plain as day, that the two boys were a couple and weren't interested in them.

Sighing to themselves, they set their stuff down at a table some ways away from the two. Both were so loud that no matter where they went, they were always within earshot. Taking out their book to try and study, slowly the boys' commotion was being drowned out by their own thoughts.

The words on the pages, at first, were comprehensively taken in, but soon they began to blur as their mind wandered. Wandered to how dating each boy would be. How good of a kisser each boy would be. How each boy would hold them at night, how each boy...

"Oh, hey (Y/n)!" Izuku broke them out of their thoughts. "Mind if I sit with you?"

(Y/n) blinked themselves back to reality and looked up. "Huh? Oh, sure."

Izuku sat himself across from them. "I don't know how you've managed to study, what with Kacchan's and Kirishima's yelling..."

"Oh, studying, yeah..." (Y/n) looked down at their book.

Izuku was silent for a moment before chuckling. "You weren't, were you?"

"Ah!" (Y/n) snapped their gaze up. "I was! I just..."

They glanced over their shoulder at the boys, who had gotten suspiciously quiet all of a sudden. "Got a little carried away..."

Izuku laughed. "Sure you did! Hey, I can help you, if you'd like?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." (Y/n) went to spin their book around to let Izuku see, but a third, firm hand planted on it.

"That wont be needed, Deku." Bakugou growled.

"O-Oh! Kacchan...!"

Bakugou growled, but (Y/n) stepped in before a fight could break out. "Bakugou, what is it?"

"Just came to see if you needed help." Bakugou's tone softened when he turned to them.

"Ah, Izuku already offered-"

"Well now I'm offering!" Bakugou yelled, getting glares from other students around the three.

"Alright, alright, if it'll make you quiet down then fine..." (Y/n) gave Izuku an apologetic look.

Bakugou huffed, then sat down next to (Y/n) and glared at Izuku. "Scram, Deku."

"Sorry, Izuku..." (Y/n) mumbled.

"Ah, it's okay! Call me later, alright?" Izuku didn't seem too bothered.

(Y/n) nodded with a smile, watching their friend walk away. They then turned to Bakugou, who was sitting close to them. Their face grew heated, and they turned their gaze to the table. "R-right...let's just get this over with..."

~*~*~*

After a few hours, the pair had decided to stop their studying for the day. They left the school together, side by side and pretty much shoulder to shoulder. Bakugou finished the punchline of a joke to which (Y/n) laughed at. Bakugou let a smirk take over his lips, his crimson gaze lingering on their form.

Once their laughter died down, Bakugou glanced over at the sky. "Ah, hey, it's the golden hour."

"Woah, we stayed really late. Will Kirishima be upset that you spent so much one-on-one time with me?"

Bakugou grunted. "I dunno. You tell me."

"What? But...but aren't you two...dating?" (Y/n) looked at Bakugou in confusion.

Bakugou's gaze snapped to them. "Huh? No! I thought you and shitty hair were a thing! Don't think I haven't noticed how close you two have gotten, giggling and whispering in class and shit."

"Wha- but- so...so you're not dating him?"

"No! I thought you were dating him!" Bakugou yelled in frustration.

"No, but I wish!" (Y/n) yelled back.

Bakugou stopped and stared at them. He looked hurt. (Y/n) then spoke again.

"But I...I also want to date you."

"You...you want to date both of us?" Bakugou spoke with a rare soft tone. "As in...like...a polyamorous relationship?"

(Y/n) nods. "I guess something like that, yeah. O-only if you'll have me."

"Of course I would! Are you fucking kidding me?! I've liked you for a while!" Bakugou went back to yelling.

Both of them looked at each other for a moment before (Y/n) spoke up. "...I need to talk to Kiri."

"I'm coming with."

~*~*~*

(Y/n) knocked on Kirishima's door frantically, Bakugou standing really close behind them. It didn't take long for the red head to open the door.

"Oh, hey (Y/n)! Bakubro, you're here too? What's up guy-"

"Cut the shit, Kiri." Bakugou leaned over (Y/n) and rested his arm on the door frame. "Are you dating anyone?"

"Ah, no. Why?"

"Good. We need to talk to you." Bakugou pushed past (Y/n) and Kirishima and walked into his house.

Kirishima and (Y/n) shared a glance before the red head let them in. "So...what's this about?"

"We wanna date you." Bakugou spoke bluntly, crossing his arms.

"Ah-! Katsuki! I was gonna ease him into it!" (Y/n) fumbled at the spiky ash blonde.

"Well you shoulda beat me to it!" Bakugou yelled at them.

"W-wait, wait...you guys wanna let me in your relationship?"

Both Bakugou and (Y/n) stopped and stared at him. Kirishima blinked innocently.

"We're not dating." (Y/n) spoke.

"Yet." Bakugou closed his eyes and sighed through his nose.

"What?! I thought you were!" Kirishima exclaimed.

"I thought you and Bakugou were dating!" (Y/n) laughed.

"And I thought you two were a thing." Bakugou growled. "Anyways, Kiri, do you wanna date us or not? Like a polyamorous thing or some shit."

"Ye-yeah! I'd be honored!" Kirishima blushed. "I...I never thought this would happen...I'll be the manliest partner you two will ever have!"

"Alright don't get all emotional on us." Bakugou deadpanned.

"Aw Bakugou, leave him be. I'm getting a little emotional myself..." (Y/N) smiled sweetly up at Bakugou.

Bakugou blushed slightly and looked away. "Tch. Dumbass..."

Kirishima stepped closer to his new partners. "You...you guys are serious, right? It's not a dream, right?! (Y/n), pinch me!"

(Y/n) chuckled as they pinched Kiri. "It's not a dream."

"If it is a dream...I never wanna wake up..." Bakugou mumbled the last bit, still looking away.

"Huh? What was that?" (Y/n) looked up with Kiri.

"I said I...I never wanna wake up." Bakugou refused to look at his new partners.

Tears welled in Kiri's eyes, and he wiped them. "S-so, should we...should we plan a date? The three of us?"

(Y/n) grinned. "Yeah! Katsuki, what're you thinking?"

"Tch. Of course you'd choose the most superior planner." Bakugou gained his confident smirk back. "A dinner tonight. 8 pm. We all meet up at this noodle place tonight."

"Oh! Matsutake? That just opened! I've been wanting to go." Kirishima flashed his sharp teeth.

"Yeah." Bakugou nodded. "(Y/n)?"

"I'm game." (Y/n) grinned themselves.

"Good. I'll meet you both at the doors at 8pm sharp." Bakugou then kissed both Kirishima's and (Y/n)'s foreheads. "And don't be late, dumbasses!"

Then, he left his new partners dumbfounded. (Y/n) was the one to break the silence.

"S-sorry this was all so sudden, Kiri..."

"No no it's okay! I'm just as surprised as you are."

"Yeah, Katsuki sure has a way of surprising everyone..." (Y/n) covered their red face with their hands.

Kirishima chuckled. "Yeah, only Katsuki can make the first kisses then leave like nothing...anyway, you should probably head home so you can get ready for our date! Unless, you want me to dress you up in my clothes?"

(Y/n) laughed. "While very tempting, I'm not sure Katsu would like that very much. I'll see you there, Kiri."

(Y/n) then kissed Kirishima's cheek and left without another word. From outside, they could hear Kirishima losing his mind. It made them laugh.

All This Love Is Waiting For You

A/N: Salutations guys! This story was inspired by the song "All This Love" by DeBarge. It’s was very soothing to write too. Possibly a part two that takes another turn? Let me know in my ask box or in the replies! Lastly, thank you to the ones that helped me brainstorm! I hope you're enjoying your holiday weekend. Thank you to everyone that's followed and liked my work, I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.

Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.2K

Adored by many and notably the center of attention and crowned as the most humble in your grade. Apart from being in class 1-A, you kept spirits high and encouraged everyone and let them know that you appreciate their hard work. Another classmate that shared your enthusiasm was Kirishima. He saw how you were always pumped up and would comment on how manly you were. At first, you thought he was just teasing you and he soon explained what he meant. From there on, you didn’t mind it since it was the highest compliment he could give, becoming friends right after the clarification.

Hanging out with him meant being close to Bakugou, Sero, Denki, and last but not least Mina. The squad always roared with laughter and taunts directly to Bakugou. Shouting his rebuttals almost instinctively as you tried your hand at keeping the peace with Kirishima. Soon proving to be a nine-to-five in itself since they didn’t know how to quit and yet the respect was evident through the group.

You found a home within the bakusquad, pushing the guys out their levels of comfort and Mina bounced about having another girl in the crew. You dedicated time to your friends, your quirk and your studies. Being a hero to you meant showing the better side of those around you. Self-serving your personal character while naturally boosting the companions you made along the way.

Your quirk was best for on-hand combat and a lot of the time, you were paired with Kirishima since you created transparent, reflective shields through your body. Kirishima enjoyed the challenge, not once worried about fighting a girl. He was eager to see your movements and your ability to fight. You didn’t get into a lot of fights when you were younger but your parents always wanted you to be ready. The area your family resided in had lots of petty thieves stealing wallets and although your parents weren’t tried, it didn’t mean it couldn’t happen to you.

Immediately, pushed you into self-defense classes and from there you were the best in class, soaking in the knowledge like a dry sponge. With grand muscle memory, you charged at Kirishima, catching him off guard for a mere second. He braced for the impact as you closed the space between you two. Your agility shone as you used aerobic moves to get the upper hand. You went back and forth dodging each other’s attacks.

You’re impressed that he can match your pace, he might even be a little faster than you. You were overly confident and reached your arms out to pin him down to the floor. The result of your lunge caused Kirishima to dodge with ease, suddenly grabbing your arm and flipping you onto your back. The impact was instantaneous as the wind from your body escaped.

That hurt.

“Sorry, (______). Are you okay?” He was instantly by your side checking on you.

Your eyes were shut as you gave him a weak nod.

“Can you stand?” He asked.

You opened your eyes slowly, with a low, pained grunt, “Yeah.”

His arm was reached out to meet with your hand to level you up to him. As you clutched his palm, he pulled you to your feet. You stretched your arms up to the sky popping the air bubbles out of your joints and bones. The cramped ligaments finally loosened. You haven’t been placed on your back like that since your first lesson of self-defense class. You always guarded but your cockiness got you sidetracked when sparring.

“Are you sure, you should be doing that, (_____)? ” He hesitated to hold your back, “Do you want to see Recovery Girl?”

“No, I’m okay. I just needed to stretch my muscles.” You smiled in his direction. “You’re so strong, Kiri.”

A blush slowly painted his face as he thanked you but insisted on taking you to the nurse’s office. You brushed it off saying there was no need. You took one step forward and slightly stumbled, Kirishima took no time hooking your arm on top of his shoulder as his other hand wrapped around your waist.

“Just so you know, I’m not taking no for an answer now. You’re apart of the team, (_____). Can’t let anything happen to you.” The sincerity in his voice vibrated through your chest as you held onto every word.

You smiled to yourself, breaking down your nonchalance and letting him transport you to Recovery Girl. Respectfully he asked Aizawa and granted Kirishima the green light. As he carried you to the nurse’s office, you wriggled to keep up at his pace. Small groans left your mouth as he stopped walking.

“Hey Kiri, why’d you stop?” You ask holding your side.

He kneels in front of you, “Get on my back.”

“What?”

“Get on my back, (_____)”

“Why?”

“I want to make the trip easier on you.”

Talk about manly.

Without further protest, you climbed onto his back while still in the kneeled position. Your chest rested against his shoulder blades as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He gently rose from the ground, hooking your legs with his muscular arms. You took a deep breath, wincing from the pain you felt from your back area.

“Are you comfortable?” Kirishima turned his head slightly to look at you. You two were close to each other’s faces. His crimson eyes were laced with concern as his brows furrowed awaiting your response.

You nodded and unintentionally nuzzled close to his back. He froze for a mere second feeling the warmth of your body close to his shoulder and started walking again. The halls that he carried you through were empty due to everyone still in their respective classes. The only sound being made was the stomps of Kirishima's shoes as the skids were quiet and controlled.

Not once during the piggyback did he shuffle to keep you up, once you were on his back, his grip was secure. As you entered the nurse's office Kirishima explained what happened and Recovery Girl examines you. She came to the conclusion that you strained your back but nothing rest couldn't fix. She mentioned that it could have been worse had your fall not be broken by the grassy area and gave you a cup of water and a heating pad to soothe the muscle.

After departing from the room, Kirishima apologized profusely.

"You don't have to apologize, Kiri!" You grinned.

"I know you're saying that but I just feel it's the right thing for me to say." He kept his body in bow form.

You walked over to him, pushing his shoulders up to face you, a beaming smile from you, "Look at me, Kiri". Peering into his crimson eyes you say, "I'm fine, okay?"

He stared back at you, his eyes studied your face as you were both too close to one another again and his face heated up. The curve of your smile and the color of your eyes sent shocks throughout his body and twinkles in his own. He finally went back to his normal stance and held the back of his neck. Still blushing he said, “Okay, I believe you.”

You chuckled in unison as you both made your way back to class.

Since then, you spent all your time with Kirishima and the others. Late evenings filled with hilarity and dramatic debates over whether bread is being burned alive every time it's put into a toaster or if ghosts celebrate 4/20 holiday. Your clique filled with a bunch of goofballs.

Over time, it was a given that you spent time playing video games or watching movies that were so bad, they're good. The debates behind the meaning of the movie always lead to a competition of who could kick who's ass in Smash. Kaminari was surprisingly good and won many debates against Bakugou, just because he knew how to work the controller. That night caught everyone by surprise.

Ironically enough, Kirishima had challenged you to a one on one duel and if he won, he would take you on a date. If he lost he would have to let Mineta take you out, you didn’t come up with that ultimatum, Mina did. Needless to say, you let him win. Not only because you didn’t like Mineta but you had also been waiting for him to ask you out. Mina knew you two liked each other, and what made it extremely clear was that every time Sero or Bakugou would beat you in a game, Kirishima would defend your honor.

That first date was nerve-wracking and he could tell that you were nervous because so was he. As he held your hand, he confessed what he wanted to say to you since that day he sparred with you and took you to Recovery Girl. The words of honesty and sweetness spilling out, generating your face to heat up with overwhelmed excitement. Following the date, you made it official.

At school, you were known as the manly power couple. An ode to Kirishima’s values and the way they rubbed off on you. Together, you matched an incomparable amount of honor and code as it showed in your teamwork during sparring matches and work studies. To say the least, you made each other look good.

However, today was unusual. You felt the stress build-up and couldn’t escape it. Your agency worked away from Kirishima’s and left you to deal with petty thefts on the other side of town. Being in the top fifteen of pro heroes, you had the obligation of handling big problems or ones considered to be small by the regular civilians. You always took your heroism seriously but today, your vibe was off. You didn’t display it to your colleagues or victims but you felt it internally.

The day drained the rest of your energy as you held onto what's left of your sanity. You needed to relax soon or you would blow up on the wrong person. You called Kirishima during your lunch break hoping to relieve some tension. Telling him about the old lady that couldn’t hear you as you helped her pick up her groceries. She assumed you were trying to steal them from her and tried to call out to your hero name to catch you, the thief.

Your boyfriend laughed and said you would be fine, “I know who you are and that’s all that matters.”

“Awww, thank you, Red Riot. Hearing that makes me feel somewhat better.” You feigned sarcasm but he saw right through it.

He sighed, “Listen, I know you’re going through it. I hear it in your voice. You’re a strong lady, okay. You can handle anything.”

“I know, I’m just tired.” You felt a tear stream down your cheek. “I want to go home, babe.”

“Oh no baby, are you crying? Do you want me to pick you up right now? You know I will.”

Although you were having a shit day, you didn’t want to make Kirishima end his shift early. Especially if he was working on a time-sensitive case. Being a hero came first and so you tucked your emotions in your back pocket for the time being.

“No babe, just come pick me up after my shift is done, okay?”

For a moment he sighed, he didn’t like to leave you alone when you were feeling down. “Alright (______), as soon as I’m done for the day, I’ll come running.”

Another tear came down but a smile expanded across your face, “Okay, Ei. Thank you so much for cheering me up. Now, I can go on with the rest of my day until I see you.”

“That’s what I’m here for baby, and you know that.” You could feel his grin through the phone, “Listen, they need me back in action. I can’t wait to see you later. ``I love you.”

And with that, the call ended, and your spirits were heightened. You were able to channel back into your confident nature. All it took was the words from your handsome hero. Many moments made you grateful for Eijirou’s positive essence. It would level you at times where you would push yourself into rock bottom. His hand forever stretched out to lift you out of the frump.

Your day went without any more hitches, and even if there were, you didn’t notice. You diffused the pettiest issues with a smile and fought the frivolous robbers with overjoyed laughs. Your colleagues were glad to see you back in your true character. And already knew who was the culprit.

You never told your boyfriend that you loved him because you cared about the meaning of that word. Although, you enjoyed his company you never used the word loosely and only when you meant it. He knew that and didn’t have a problem. He always took the time to remind you how he felt about you. And in your own way, you always showed him.

You can’t say what stopped you from saying so earlier, but you were a visual person. He never forced it out of you even when he thought you were on the verge of saying it. To Kirishima, hearing you say that you trust him or adored him was more than enough.

Fast forward, it’s the end of your shift. It’s chilly outside so you kept yourself tucked away into your warm, cozy office. Kirishima already let you know that he was on his way and told you to stay put. Not even ten minutes later, he sends you a text to come downstairs. Already, changed out of your hero costume, you grab your long, wool burgundy coat. Pulling your arms through the sleeves as the rest of it falls pass your waist, hitting your calves. Walking out your office and to the elevator, you said goodnight to the remaining heroes and staff working on your floor.

As you reached the main lobby, you see your hero waiting. Your struts are swift but elongated as his toothy grin stretches across his face. You almost broke out into a jog until Kirishima meets you halfway with a bear hug. His hold on you is firm and glowing with heat. You inhale his scent, flooding your mind with his pure, earthy infused sweat.

You hold him tightly as he chuckles in your grasp, “Hey, beautiful.” He plants kisses into your neck and moves his way to your cheek, lastly your lips.

The kiss is tender as you hold him tighter to you, your brain’s on repeat saying: I needed this, I needed this, I needed this.

He notices your passion and matches you tenfold, being overly romantic and maneuvering you into a dip as he drives the kiss into a place of voluminous bliss. As he pulls away, you see his self-satisfied grin. He knows he’s taken your breath away and now you were a flustered mess. He raises you out of the dip with a light chuckle while wrapping his burly arms around your tiny waist.

You stare into his eyes, noticing the same brilliant twinkle whenever he was close to you. “Let’s go home, babe.”

Without question, you nod and hold his huge hand interlocking your fingers with his. He tells you there’s a taxi waiting outside for you two. You’re stunned that he didn’t tell you earlier but reassured that they were okay with waiting. The car ride back was soft and comforting as your boyfriend held onto your waist with your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck. You slowly drifted off to sleep.

By the time you were awake, Kirishima already had you on his back unlocking your wooden, contemporary home. The electronic lock beeps with welcoming entry and your boyfriend settled you in on your black leather couch. You felt needy as he broke away from you.

“One moment, my love” His whispers echoes, “I was taking off my coat. Now I’m going to take off yours.”

You laid sleepily on the couch as Kirishima did his best to undress you, you shuffled as he did and he smiled. “Babe, wake up, this isn’t our bed.”

You huffed as you slowly adjusted to him taking off your coat. You stretched as soon as it left your body. You stared at your boyfriend as he reached his hand out to yours. You grabbed it and he lifted you off the couch. Pulling you close to him, placing a beloved kiss on your forehead.

Now, he was leading you to the bedroom you shared, Settling in before he turned to you, ”Shower or bath?”

You knew that apart of you would probably fall back to sleep had it been in the bath. Without hesitation you say shower. No need to worry your pro hero sweetheart. He works on setting up the shower for you, you finally relieve your body of your outerwear clothing. Putting your hair and wrapping your body in a towel beforehand. You walk to the bathroom to see Eijirou already lathering up in the shower

He sees your gawked expression, “Hey, I wanted to make sure the water was warm enough for you. It’s on hell, just how you like it.”

You giggle, “I do not like it that hot!”

“That’s not what my skin tells me, get in here!”

You enter the shower and immediately, Kirishima showers you in kisses and tells you how much he loves you. He reminds you that you don’t need to feel down and that you’re an amazing hero. Tears fall down your cheeks as he speaks. He holds you in his strong arms from behind, “You are safe here, (_____). You don’t have to worry about anything.”

You take a deep exhale, making a mental note not to be so hard on yourself. It’s one to cause internal worry, but to reach Kirishima would break you. You both finish cleansing yourselves of the dirt and grime of hardworking heroes. At one point you hog all the water on purpose and he turns the water cold, you shiver close to him and he smiles.

He looks down at you grasping him, “I’m glad that you want to be so close to me, baby.” He winks at you.

Your face heats up, “What a sneaky plan!” His laugh roars in the bathroom and makes your heart melt as you feel his chest vibrate against you. 

After leaving the shower, you both dress for bed and lay onto the king-sized mattress. Kirishima pulls you in to cuddle close to you. His big arm wraps around your waist as you nestle closer into him. He pulls all the blankets up to wrap the two of you with ease.

“Eijirou,” You feel your body heat up, “I love you.”

His head shoots up to take a look at your face, but you’ve buried it into the pillow you’re lying on. He flips himself on top of you, moving all the pillows so you can’t hide your face. His stare into your beautiful eyes, the usual twinkle in his eyes are now like the gates of heaven. His mouth gaped open.

“(____), Thank you. I love you too.”

Imagine being that couple that breaks the bed during... y'know🥴 pt.2

A/N: Hey Y’all, I’m back at it again with the back at it again lmaooo Part 2 is here and I hope y’all like it.... This one is a little bit more vulgar (Characters are aged up 18+)  Here’s PT. 1 for those who haven’t/or want to read it.  And thank you guys so much for OVER 1K NOTES ON THE FIRST ONE. I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS GONE GO OFF LIKE THAT 🥺. AND I’M GLAD I MADE Y’ALL LAUGH AND FEEL THE SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT LOL

🌋KIRISHIMA🌋

On your way there, you wonder if his honesty is going to be the result of another flustered mess that you can't see your way out of

You get to the store, and immediately everyone greets you; your face is welcoming, but on the inside, your grieving.

Kiri goes up to a clerk focusing on curtains and asks where to find a bed frame.

Willing to help, they show you where to acquire them. Kiri asks about different sets doing his best to seek out more superb quality. The clerk is understanding, looking to please their current customer, informing that they have more in the back.

He's grateful, and playfully the clerk asks why y'all need a new bed frame, and Kiri says,

"She called me “Big Daddy Riot,” and I snapped, and now we're here."

So straight to the point, the clerk blankly stares at you, but you hide your face not to make eye contact.

"A-anyway, whatever sturdy frame you have is fine, no matter the cost," pulling out his wallet, he says, "I'm ready to pay."

Now you should be embarrassed but now... You're kinda turned on. He was so serious about taking care of this that calling him big daddy was totally worth it.

No matter the purchase, he's very thorough with his expectations, the manly way.

And there’s just something so manly about a man pulling out his wallet with that "I'm willing to pay" attitude. Whether it's his tone, the way he grips his wallet, imagining it’s you being gripped like that (again)...🤤

You smile awkwardly to the clerk, “Give us your best, please?”

And so they do, not only with a complimentary warranty that you can renew anytime but with WATERPROOF SHEETS.

Heading back to the car, Kiri packs everything in the trunk and backseat, then comes to your side of the car. You get in saying, “Well, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” 

"Well, don’t speak too soon, Princess. They just gave us some high-quality merchandise, but we don’t know how long it’ll last.” Pulling out of the parking lot, he looks at you with a quick wink, “I mean, not everything can be unbreakable like me, right babe?"

⚡DENKI⚡

This spicy, smart-ass.

It's definitely your fault, and he's gonna remind you all the way there.

Getting in the store, it’s not your first time there, so you already know where to find the frames.

Only you care that it matches the rest of the bedroom’s aesthetic, which could make the process harder.

Denki teases you, saying that it doesn't matter and that you should just choose a bed frame so that y'all can go the fuck home.

A clerk nearby sees y'all having a hard time, offering to help.

You tell them that you need a bed frame that fits your eccentric bedroom. They understand and go through the ones that you've already seen.

You say that you need something more robust than what's been displayed.

They nod, telling you they have the perfect set, disappearing to the back. They come back, and the set is perfect, but Denki is a skeptic.

"Hold on, babe, I'll handle this" He inspects the box looking at the weight of it, leaving no word on the damn box unread. He finishes and says, "Sorry, just had to make sure, wouldn’t want a part 2 of Pew Pew now, would we?"

Your eyes dart to him, the clerk is confused, "What's Pew Pew?"

Imitating a prince-charming tone, he says, "The weakness my true love bestows upon me it is strong and keeps me on edge."

The clerk waits for you to explain, but you say nothing.

Breaking out of character, he says, "Basically, she got on top of me and wanted to spell out my name, resulting in...... yeah."

He shows a photo, and your stomach drops to your ass, "WHEN DID YOU TAKE THOSE?????"

"When your fine ass was taking a shower, you're crazy if you thought I would keep this to myself!"

Y’all get the set, and buy more towels and get complimentary candles. You put Denki on WAP suspension too 😔 , lmao.

📼SERO📼

No offense but y'all a goofy-ass couple lmao

Y'all just be doing anything in the bedroom and now y'all at the store looking GOOFY-HYUCK

"Well, it started with how high could she jump onto me, and it resulted in a WWE match...."

Sero showed pictures of the private handy work that led you two to go shopping for something more sturdy...

Why the fuck does the room look like discount Cirque Du Soleil? His tape is all over the fucking ceiling, on the floor, and most importantly the bed frame because you dizzy, one brain cell together having asses tried taping the bed back together just to keep on fucking

Resulting in the frame FALLING TO SHREDS

The clerk has never seen no chaotic shit like this in their life!

It is so fucking bad they have to use EYE DROPS, just to confirm WTF they're looking at

"I know it looks bad, but at least we're not hurt" He smiles so earnest it’s almost as you weren't sexually destructive beings.

The clerk disappeared, coming back after 10 minutes with 3 other clerks as they carried a set filled with steel, metal chains, and high-quality leather.

The clerk said, "This is a one of a kind set; if you manage to break it, we will personally build you a steel cage so that your wrestling match can continue."

Sero looks at you, excited, "Wow, Babe, let's buy it."

Y’all buy the bed set and get a lifetime coupon of high-quality sex toys sent to your home, and of course, y’all try the shit out without thinking of the aftermath.

Back at square one, and the clerks are scared of y’all now 

😈SHINSOU👿

Already at the store and Shinsou is doing all the talking to the clerk~

"I told her to go to sleep; she defied me, so I had to punish her..." Realizing he said it out loud, he looked at your face.

If only you could Thanos yourself

The clerk looked slightly uncomfortable, "Well, from what you are describing, I don't know how that would result in breaking the bed."

"Well, my Kitten is a little disobedient and needs many forms of... persuasion."

Putting his hand on your shoulder, he showed his wicked smirk.  

I mean, was he wrong? He wouldn't even let you do the talking. If you spoke out, he would turn up the vibrator attached to your clit.

That was the challenge he placed on you before y’all left the house, and you willingly obliged until he told you his condition. Now he had total power to switch the narrative like it wasn’t him waking you up in the middle of the night after coming back from a long day of heroism.

The clerk squinted at you with a worried/ suspicious look... "O-okay, give me a moment."

They come back out with an exclusive set that was just imported overseas. The box images make it look so beautiful and regal; you’re shocked, wanting to tell him how much you love it but don’t wanna say.

Knowing Shinsou, it’s a trap to punish you.

"Wow, that’s beautiful. We’ll take it.”

Sometimes his dominant side pisses you off, but it’s clearly a turn on, you want to mouth off, but you nod instead.

Shinsou pays for the bed frame along with some pillows, and the clerk offers complimentary essential oils that you can come back and get free refills.

Heading to the car, Shinsou sweetly asks, “Now that we have reinforcements, are you ready to go again, Kitten?"

Drunk flirty texts

feat: midoriya, bakugo, kirishima, denki, todoroki

Summary: reader gets drunk at the bar with the rest of the girls and decides to send some awfully suggestive messages to their crush. how will they respond?

bakugo:

midoriya:

kirishima:

denki:

todoroki:

A/N: I will be posting the aftermath of these texts tmr night if anyone wants to read that. Thanks for reading, liking, and commenting!

Dating Kirishima

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A/N: Hey!!! I've been having Kirishima brain rot of months now so it's y'all problem now lol

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He is the definition of a gentleman; he holds doors open for you, helps you up steps, and walks outside the sidewalk closer to the street.

The first time he took you out on a date, he almost threw himself across the hood of his truck to stop you from opening the car's door to get out.

"W-Wait holds on; I'll get it for you!"

He is so polite with your folks.

Tries real hard to impress them, brings flowers for your mama, and gives your pa a firm handshake and compliments that beat up on racing car his been "fixin' " for years.

He's shaking the whole time; you have to hold his hand to get him to relax.

"I just don't want to mess this up."

He LOVES to show you off.

He'll take you out and strut around with you on his arm like he won the lottery. (If you ask him, he'll say he did)

He was so excited for you to meet his friends he grew up with; he told you so many stories of them from high school you can't help but feel a little intimidated.

"Hey, look at me; they're going to love you, okay?"

And they do!

Mina and Danki would gang up on him and tell you the stupid shit he did when they were teens.

Sero would crack a joke at Kirishima's expense, and everything was fine!

You got along with everyone and felt really welcomed by them; the only one that worried you was Bakugou.

"Then he crashed his head through this guy's window-"

"H-hey! Maybe we don't let her that one."

He sat there all night quietly watching you and every move you made; it felt like he was staring you down by the time the two of you left.

Eijiro noticed how quiet you were returning to the house and asked what was wrong.

You told him you were worried about what bakugou thought of you; you know the two of them are best friends, and you didn't want to cause problems.

He stared at you in the corner of his eye and told you that you didn't need to worry about that.

Later that night, you heard him on the phone with the blond when he thought you had gone ahead and gone to sleep.

You could see a grin split across his face.

"So, what do you think about her?"

"She's nice, man. Sweet."

"Yeah? Yeah, she is; she's the best, bro. I mean, like, did you hear how she laughs? Oh god, don't get me started on her nose and -"

He could go on and on about how much he loves you to anyone who would listen.

The lady scanning his items at the store? He's talking about how his surprising you with your favorite ice cream.

The old woman his helping cross the street? He's talking about how cute you were playing with your little cousins at your last family reunion.

"I just love her so much."

He does adore you; you are his main drive in life, and he absolutely would do anything for you.

He once stopped what he was doing mid-guys night and RAN all the way home from across town because you called him that you watched a scary movie by yourself. You swear to god you saw something outside your window.

"Don't worry! I'm here!"

He's knocked motherfuckers out over you; one time at a club, your shared friend group dragged the two of you too, and he decided to hang back as Mina pulled you onto the dance floor.

He hung back with the boys and was shooting shots when he felt Katsuki nudge his arm; he looked up at his friend, whose eyes were glued on the dance floor.

He looked over to see these two guys pressed up against you, front and back, you clearly distressed, pushing on the guy in front of yous chest, while the guy behind you pressed up against you even more, sandwiching you between them.

He's never moved faster in his life; he flew out of his chair and was tearing them both off you before they could even open their mouths; he had them on the floor rumbling.

At some point, Katsuki, Kaminari, and Hanta, as well as Mina, had jumped in to whip their asses which caused all six of you to get kicked out.

You were apologizing the whole ride home when he pulled over and cupped your face.

"As long as I am alive, no one will ever touch you like that again."

And you believed him.

I don't want to talk about how long this has been in my drafts but I'm finally biting the bullet and posting it lmao have fun

It's intimidating. Sitting on your knees, it sat right in front of your face. Bigger than any other cock you've had in your mouth. Will it even fit? You look up at Kirishima nervously. He seems confident in your abilities, at least. You start off easy, poking your tongue out to lick at the head.

"Don't be shy, honey," he tells you, gently pushing himself against your lips. A small nudge to coax you along. "Can you suck on it?"

You pucker your lips around him, suckling and looking up to him for approval. He smiles, nodding encouragingly. It's not that you weren't experienced. But were you experienced enough for it to be good? To meet his expectations? The thought made you nervous, but you tried to take him a little deeper.

Another presence suddenly loomed behind you, the third person in the bedroom finally getting himself involved. He stood so close that when you moved your head back so that just Kirishima's tip rested on your tongue, you accidentally bumped into him. It made you jump a little and you tried to tip your head back to look up at him, but Bakugo's palm landed roughly on the top of your head, tilting it back down to focus on what was in front of you.

"Keep sucking," he instructed you.

Following his instructions, you slid your lips back down Kirishima's shaft, making it about a third of the way before you got nervous again and pulled back to just the head.

Bakugo grunted. "You can do better than that, we all know it. Heard you talk a lot of shit over drinks last week about deep throating that loser you went out with- take it deeper."

You took a deep breath, eyes flitting up to Kirishima's.

"It's okay baby, just give it a try. Little bit more at a time," the redhead encourages, brushing your hair back out of your face.

You tried taking him further into your mouth, getting just over halfway. As you withdrew, your head bumped into Bakugo again, standing ever so slightly closer than before so that the contact was unavoidable. He still wore his jeans, but through the fabric you could still feel Bakugo's cock starting to stiffen.

At first you thought you imagined the push against your skull, but the second thrust from behind you was unmistakable. Bakugo pushed your head forward with his hips, making you take Kirishima a little deeper into your mouth.

You squeaked as your cock sucking was guided by a couple experimental thrusts, but Kiri had no reaction other than a happy hum. Was he familiar with this behavior from the blond looming behind you?

Regardless, he seemed to enjoy how he was now reaching down your throat, feeling the warm squeeze around his member.

You gave up all resistance, letting Bakugo's thrusting hips control the pace at which you sucked Kirishima's cock. He pushed you further down his shaft, made you speed up and slow down as he wished. Bakugo was having fun controlling you this way; you could feel him growing harder against the back of your head.

"See," he growls, pushing you closer and closer towards taking it all. "Fucking knew you could take more than that." He shuffles a little closer, giving you less room to pull back and keeping at least halfway down the shaft at all times.

"Can you take it all, baby?" Kirishima asks, stroking your hollowed cheek with his palm. He glances up to his friend. "I wanna see her try."

Bakugo slows his thrusts, focusing on pushing you deeper and deeper. Your eyes watered a little as your throat was further intruded upon, but you didn't want to stop. You whimpered as your nose finally brushed against his closely trimmed pubes, and with a bit more firmness, Bakugo was pushing you all the way.

"Take his cock," he whispers. "Choke on it if you have to, but keep it there."

The gurgling sound as drool spills from the edges of your stretched lips sounds gross to you, but it makes Kirishima moan.

"Good job, pretty girl," he says. "Take my cock so good in that tight throat- we knew you could do it."

Bakugo let's you pull back a few moments later, giving you a few rough pets to the top of your head.

"You really are a cockslut, aren't you?" He barks. "Bet you can't wait to swallow his cum."

He crowds behind you again, denim clad groin setting you back onto a steady pace.

"See how bad she wants it? Look how fast she's going," he grunts to Kirishima, as if he's not the one controlling you. He's no longer experimenting with different paces, keeping you steadily bobbing up and down on Kiri's cock at a speed that makes it difficult not to gag. Bakugo's own cock is hard to ignore, hard and bulging and thick, even with layers between it and your skull. There's a subtle grind to the way he thrusts against you and you know he's getting off just as much as the man in front of you is.

"So fucking good, honey," Kirishima breathes, his head lolling back for a moment before falling back forward to stare at you. "Gonna cum soon- you gonna take it all f'r me?"

"She will," Bakugo says, accented by another forced, deep thrust. "She'll take it all."

You whine loudly, the thick cock in your mouth only able to muffle you so much. You think maybe that's what tips Kirishima over the edge- moments later you feel the thick ropes of cum shooting down your throat and flooding up into your mouth. You gag, bracing your hands on Kiri's thighs as you tried your best to take it all down. Bakugo holds you down as Kirishima's orgasm punches through him, pornographic level moans leaving the red head's lips, but you can still feel him grinding against the back of your head. Bakugo cums soon after Kirishima does. As cum dribbles out of the corners of your mouth, you feel him tensing and twitching behind you, his own moans much more held back but impossible to hide.

Kirishima steps back, his cock flopping out of your mouth and swinging in front of you like a hypnotizing pendulum, and he tries to help you wipe the cum from your lips, chuckling as you grab his wrist and suck his thumb into your mouth.

"Aw, what a sweet girl," he coos.

Bakugo breathes heavily when he, too, steps back from you. You can feel a wet, sticky patch on the back of your head where his cock had been sitting against you.

"Hope that pussy's ready for a reward," Kiri tells you, placing a kiss on your forehead before he starts dragging you up to guide you to the bed. "Katsuki's a bit of a friend with his own mouth."

Settle, Riot

((banner by me! I don't own Horikoshi's work/characters))

Pairing: Kirishima x reader (pro-hero!reader, afab pronouns used)

Words: 4.7k (wow im sorry this got away from me)

Rating: T

Warnings: best friends to lovers, pining, talks of moving, straight FLUFF, beach walkin', soft talkin' Kiri, insecure!Kiri makes a brief appearance, mild quirk issues, (light innuendos if you squint)

Summary:

"Who says it's a chick-flick thing? Long walks on the beach are manly, too!" You're both out of your school years and getting your feet wet in every way~ both in your respective hero careers and on the coast of the United States' Gulf Coast. A constant in each other's orbit for the last three years. Only Kirishima hasn't been entirely honest regarding how he feels about you... so he's hoping he can steel his nerves long enough to tell you properly. If only his dang hardening would settle down.

A/N: my take on a beach episode, because everyone needs a night beachwalk at least once in their life-- including pro-heroes!

For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!

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"Mmmmm... doesn’t the air smell good?"

The young Pro Hero sticks out his tongue as if testing for summertime snowflakes.

"Pretty salty," Kirishima shares in reflection.

As you fit him with the strangest look, he finds the tenth reason today that you’re the cutest thing on earth; like you didn’t know salt had a smell. Shows that you grew up on the shoreline and have become truly noseblind. The redhead sways into your side as you walked, making light of your confusion,  

"--in a good way! It's really fresh, like the air is always moving, like the water is~"

Kirishima hadn't been to the beach much growing up. With the exception of rec days in middle schools and the occasional service day at UA, he had never stayed on a beach property for a pleasure trip and shared this excitement with you when you landed. Then again, Mustafu’s beaches were nothing like the Gulf of Mexico... the waves crash in all shades of turquoise in sunlight, then in shimmering silver foam in moonlight. The sand likened to fluffy mounds of sugar softness versus the packed, grayish sleet back home. 

Every step is heavenly by the water’s edge– just warm enough for starlit walks. The company he kept wasn’t bad either... at least by his liking. Kirishima glances every now and then to you at his right, not that you noticed in the peace of the night waning on around you.

You’d shrugged on a giant jersey atop what you wore to the beach after the afternoon activities and cookout. While you’d let Ochako brush most of your hair out of the way into twin braids, the rest stayed free in a ponytail to whip around behind you in the breeze. You’d also been absent minded about keeping your studs in, right alongside Kaminari and Bakugou even though all the rest of the girls had taken off jewelry. Sure you knew better, after so many years living here– but you’d rushed right into getting changed so you could enjoy the Gulf at its warmest. Those gems shimmered in the moonlight’s glow, too; just as it highlighted the high points of your cheeks. 

Kirishima catches himself staring at the entire length of you, honestly… He can see those swim shorts peeking when the wind whips your front flap open, and he could barely fight the teenage thrill of seeing bits of normally hidden skin when the air carried it up every now and again.

You’d gained a glow here, too. You tanned remarkably well while most of his classmates burned due to their paler skin profiles. Bakugou wore his sunburn as a badge of honor– snorted at the point of using sunscreen. 

He smirked at that memory when he pondered all the sweet, light moments of the day before setting his sights to his companion again. Simply beautiful, and then that sinking wistfulness came over him again.

You certainly had been bugging Kirishima - ‘Kiri-honey’, as you’ve called him for years- to take him out for a walk to see the stars when all the nightlights are off. When the group would hear about this plan, the throng of your teammates would intervene and it would turn into something of a party that inevitably led you back to the beach bar– and the chance of any one-on-one time was gone in lieu of tight friendship. 

But tonight, you fired up the VR setup in a preemptive move. Testing the competitive nature of a prickly and equally sunburnt Kaminari, you threw the lure that he should try his hand at beating your previously set high score while he lets the aloe soak in– who readily took the bait while you took Kirishima’s hand and snuck out the back door. 

Now down from the main house where the ambient noise of lapping waves created the most gorgeous atmosphere, Kirishima could barely believe his luck and favor.

Wayyy outta my League. Then again, here we are. Third night in a row, been askin’ to do this... why me?

"Y’know if All-Might were here,” you chimed up, pointing somewhere off and to the left of your current path on the beach, “--he could pick ya up, and make a jump about two hundred and eighty-something kilometers… thataway, and land right at the front door of the house I lived in growing up! Not too far to make a day trip. We did those a lot when I was young."

"Really? That's not bad– having this view whenever you wanted?” Kirishima fantasizes more about having this mild weather on a regular basis.

It would only rain in little pockets, then clear up. Maybe a sun shower, then a long stretch of rainbowy skies. Nice for cooling things off in the heat of the day, but you quickly warn him of the double-edged sword of summer showers: in the hit of peak vacation season, that rain would quickly turn to steam, and make things unbearably muggy. Not great, if you didn’t have the tolerance for the back and forth of sinus pressure.

"We really are lucky it's not hurricane season, coming to visit this month. Storms are hit or miss in the fall,” you  chuckle out of familiarity. “From the sounds of it, the whole county has been really lucky on that front since I’ve been overseas. It’s good to see the dunes this healthy~”

Neither of you appear to notice how your voices got softer the more you two chatted away, and… was he drifting closer, or were you?

The temp sits at a nice breeze that cuts the humidity, yet Kirishima still wants all too badly to sneak a side hug like he might normally as you walk. But here, solo by your side for the first time this trip and without the excuse of an early winter cold keeping you wedged close to him, the redhead kept his hands in his pockets and heart bleeding... 

A manifestation of his internal stress gauge, Kirishima felt his ab muscles harden slightly- a defensive barrier when he was particularly caught in his feelings. He hadn’t done this sort of tic since high school, and cleared his throat to try and will his quirk to relax already.

"So, was thinkin’ earlier by the way,” the Pro Hero fired up a switch in the conversation, as if he remembered something randomly, “you've been at the agency for the last three years– work anniversary coming up, yeah?”

You appear surprised by his memory, and smile at it: “That’s right!~ Hard to believe, time flies doesn't it?”

“Sure does. Figured, since you’d said you were happy to see some places in town were still open- time flies and all. When was the last time you were here? In Florida, I mean."

The way he must have said the name of the state in a warped English accent made you smile, but you pushed on with hands in your own pockets. 

"Hmmm... I came last right before I took the job in New York, and that was a couple years after I graduated college, so -- wow, almost nine-ish years? Feels like a lifetime ago…"

You talk and twirl around in lazy circles, taking in your surroundings, celebrating your return with his warm chuckles in response to your dance.

"I bet…"

Three years with you in his life. Three years starting off his Pro Hero career with encouragement and motivation that most wait a whole lifetime to reach. With you at his side manning patrols together, you made the work bearable. Three years that feel like ten or more, given what fast friends you became from the day you met. 

You could have excused it, the tight bond. You could merely claim that he looked like a friendly face or that he was the tallest guy in the room and easy to pick out of a crowd to ask a question… but by your repeated saving him a seat at every function and looking to him at every news development, the camaraderie he felt with you was seeping past that of teammate-to-teammate– and into something more. 

It’s been three years, and you warm him from the ground up. He hasn’t been manly enough to ask you out on a date, but feels he might as well be married to you in his mind. You hold a spot that’s tender and always soft, and never stop short of admiring his strength. It does him a wealth of good, and never wants that to end. 

That's the handle you have on his inner man: you can pump Red Riot up as the biggest badass in the world, then turn Eijirou into a wonderful, pile of mush.

"...what's that look for?"

Shoot, he’s in his daze again, but recovers well with a sharky-grinned sidebar. 

"Oh, I'was just thinkin’...”

“Awful quiet, for such ‘big thinking’ again,” you whispered, “C’mon, it's me. What's up?”

Coming up with the plan for an extended getaway was his idea, and you ran with it. Sure, your close knit group of friends made the trip complete, but it was you that he’d follow to the other side of the world. You could have suggested a staycation down the street in a rental condo, and he’d take it. Whatever brings him closest to your orbit.

But watching you soak in everything about this city gave him some second thoughts about where you considered home.

“You took us over to that Emergency Response division, over with the Disaster Relief Center we visited.” 

“Mhm? What about it?”

“Were you-... gonna apply?”

He means to avoid you entirely- just walk along and keep things light. But his head made the mistake of turning quick into the wind to find you gawking at him. More humored, than anything else! 

“What?! What makes you think I'm moving back here for that??”

His ease lessened slightly by your disbelief, Kirishima explains himself,

“I heard you talking with Riyukyu about your term with the detective bureau being up, or something! And I haven't heard what your plans are, so I was just wondering if you were- I dunno- lookin’ elsewhere."

Your smile faltered a bit. 

“You don't think that I wouldn't have mentioned something big like that? Me planning to go back across the world- without telling you?”

“I mean… I’d hope you would. But I didn't even know about the teaching gig until recently.”

By the meaningful look across your face, Kirishima thinks he might have stumped you with this one. So, you answered with a better collected breath and slowed your pace, more in line with his.

"Ah, that. Well, I was originally contracted for the intern reviews- back during your last year at Rocklock’s agency, where we overlapped there a bit. That grew into being on call for missions, then signing on for the patrol rotation.”

That arrangement slipped when you collected your paycheck a few weeks ago. A note fell out of the envelope -quickly caught by Kirishima in a polite gesture- explaining in full why your schedule was always so tight in your arrivals and departures: because you were teaching on the side. It was a notice that the exam observations were going to be pushed another week and while he didnt mean to look, your tense of guilt told Kirishima that there was plenty more about you that he wasn’t necessarily privy to… no matter how much he wished to be.

“--and with you all settling into the new team, the timings just worked out perfectly, y'know?  I’ll have finished my dissertation on my whole class’ progress, and all their externships–”

Kirishima’s spirit deflated. Still, you continued on and made an effort for him to look at you again, by switching to walk backwards and bring his eyes up–

“That particular assignment will be done, yes. But, I still have my job with Riukyu; she's offered me a full time spot starting after festival week! I'm trialing the position now– while my hours are fewer with the school and I'm spending less time writing.”

And with that- the dumbbell in his gut lifted: chucked clear across the beach.

You smiled, gorgeous sight for sore eyes, 

“So~ nothing will change that much, babe. I'll still be around. This is nice to visit where I can always call home, but… it's not where I consider home now."

Kirishima’s whole demeanor animated again with a sigh, 

"Oh! Good!"

Your eyebrow quirks up at his relief.

"I-I mean, that's great- you're staying with the team!! I guess that means we'll keep seeing more of each other~”

Another flip in the voice he didn't catch in time, and regretted; for your eyes scan his chest with an amused smirk and knowing bat of the eyes. 

“And here I thought showing this much leg was a little risky…” you quip. “You want more?”

Kirishima’s face could turn as red as his hair in a heartbeat with you talking with that.

He's really gotta quit with the friendly flirting, or else you'll think he's messing with you. 

"W-wait, that sounded wrong too! I- aghhhh, that–"

You burst into giggles then and come in close to hold onto his forearms, 

"Kiri-honey, I'm teasing you! I know what you meant. And--" 

-your eyes froze on your hold of his arms and let go with a little thumb swipe –something sweet that valued careful care of him– 

"and.. I'm glad you'll be around too. You're in the top ten, and it's good to know I'll have a familiar face when I start up full time~”

"Really? Me?"

"Yeah, you!" You bump him and turn to keep walking a bit in front, "Fresh residency, your own PR manager, and y’got five televised wins under your belt? You'll give my rookies a run for their money~”

Ever the humble hero, Kirishima rubs his neck; but your praise was working bit by bit to make him accept the high points of his pro-hero status, big and small.

"Heh, well~ I have had good mentors, and I'm living the dream working with my best friends. I've been really lucky to have gotten on-the-job training ahead of most pro-heroes comin’ up on the charts, just like you.”

You huff in good spirits, but retain your self-deprecating humor, 

“I only did that by working myself into an early grave in college; you are still lightyears ahead of me in field work!”

“But I'm nowhere near as good as you at reporting the Villain Encounter stuff- hell, no one here is!”

You hush him immediately, “Psssh you flatter me, hun.”

Hun… I like that. 

“It's true–you came in with a bigger resume than I did- that we all did,” Kirishima gave you an award winning grin, “that means you're as good as the seasoned pros! Plus now you have the immigration status to match! Learnin’ new tricks all the time, too~”

Just the sight of you effortlessly comfortable around him has Kirishima breaking down a subconscious defense: something he chips away at internally as he’s trying his hardest to make you see yourself the way he sees you.

Meaningful as he is, you chose ‘play’,

 "Oh, I’m an old dog, am I?- I'm not THAT sage, Kiri."

-but he could ‘play’ too.

“ ‘Course you're not…. sensei.”

“Okay,” you give the threat right back defensively, “Just because one kid mistook me for Eraserhead-”

“You were the one who thought the all-black ensemble was a good look!”

“Oh, so it wasn’t a good look?”

As you slyly roll your eyes and face him, the redhead could feel his chest and neck start to harden, too. 

“Of course it was a good look; it was on you.”

“But it made me look ‘old’~”

“I would never call you old! It’s unmanly!” Kirishima feigns submission.

You huff as if offended, but he knows better, 

“Well you don’t seem to be calling me a ‘spring chicken’ either.” 

“Cuz you’re not- not in a ‘kid’ way!” Kirishima stands his ground solidly in some lapping waves. “You’re – on the next level, you’re experienced, you’re-” 

A cloud passes in front of the moon, revealing full light across your skin yet again.

– something about it lets him summon the confidence he needed to be himself: let his passions lead, get over these one-sided pinings, tell you just how much he would do anything to buoy your spirits, as you do his.

"I’m what, spry?-"

"-beautiful."

The mere word from his chest causes his throat to fully seize. Swallowing sounds like the cracking of knuckles.

Suddenly, you read into his hardened state, taking stock of him in this solid stretch of light–

"I, uh--" Kirishima rubbed his neck- an attempt to turn it off. Confession time is then.

That look on your face– it brightens– interest highlighted by the moon’s rays, 

"I'm what?"

Kirishima sunk into a needy expression, his mind unable to stop the stream of thoughts surrounding you as they always run across his head like a breaking news scroll. 

"I've always thought that you were beautiful,” Kirishima shares softly, “-just never said it. Not very manly, huh?" 

He firms up his wavering lips to meet your eyes, and sees nothing but your adoring features: surprised, but hanging on his words. This probably did seem out of left field, but his home plate screams for you to understand exactly how he feels.

"But not just your age- or looks, or any of that! You're amazing. And talented, and hilarious, and the best cook I’ve EVER seen! You care about all of us, but more than that, you've been there for me, when it just felt like ‘me, against the world’.”

When Kirishima was filling out all those applications, when he didn't know what to do, you didn't give up on him. You supported him at every stepping stone of his active duty, even if it meant you two splitting up into different agencies. When the time came that your paths had crossed again, he couldn’t have been happier, but your constancy had remained even in your professional separation. That loyalty was something he’d never once forgotten. 

Post-War Japan brought about a different hero climate, so finding his footing came about differently from what he’d imagined his career to be. But you brought new perspectives, new angles, and you never once showed fear of his power -going berserk- and instead encouraged him to lean into his boldness of body and take that approach to his mind. Train it into resolve and self-confidence. It is why he’s -in part- so grateful to have found his partners in crime-fighting in his band of alumni. Having people around who understand his shortcomings means the world to him. 

They were a faithful bunch… and so it seems, are you. You were, from day one of you arriving to Mustafu. His angel with your heart on your sleeve, a sparkle in your eye, and a never-ending supply of laughs that make his life brighter.

To say nothing that you’re stunning. Every inch of you: whether you’re bathed in moonlight or armored up and ready to take on the world… Kirishima finds you effortlessly beautiful, and it’s pained him to only compliment you in the friendliest manner up to this point. But no more.

Naturally, he wants terribly to say this all to you- but for the sake of utterly word vomiting, he keeps his lungs from pouring everything out in one fell swoop.

“...you’re my ray of sunshine when I need it, even when I don't think I deserve it."

Without breaking his focus, you blindly reach for his hands knowing exactly where they hide in his hoodie pockets. You coax them out, tips of your fingers trailing from his wrists down to those open palms. He flits his gaze down and sees your hold, opening up his rock-hard joints firmly with determined fingers. Surely you could feel the tension that had sturdied up his arms– the thought that might have made him cringe as a teenager- but you're unphased… and stepping closer. 

He flashes that million dollar smile into a nervous chuckle, 

"You've encouraged me every step of the way through the last three years, sweetheart. And I can’t thank you enough... and I've really liked getting to know you, too, and I just dunno if ‘liking’ is gonna cut it anymore. ‘Specially now, I’m lookin’ at you every chance I get... is it totally stupid of me to think that all I want is to be able to do.. is.."

"To what?" The squeeze on his hand urged him on- staring at your gentle hands.

"Call you mine?"

Letting a wave mask your heft of breath, you gawk up at him- 

".. really? You're not kidding??" you ask twice, flutter in your voice present both times.

He nods when meets your eyes again, and lifts when you look so elated.

"No, I'm not kidding. I want to call you mine and be yours. And as pretty as it is here, I really don’t wanna think about you movin’ back to this place.." 

Kirishima can’t believe your borderline teary reaction, having the strongest urge to hold you closer– but at that statement, you did it for him: 

You launch into Kirishima’s standing rooted to the spot in sinking sand. With arms thrown over his shoulders, you plant a big kiss right on his hot, blushing cheek. The warm touch sends shivers through him; combined with the cool breeze surrounding you, the sensation is mind-blowing- all from one kiss. Brain catching up, his hands find your waist at a lag– but not too tightly.

“You have-” you catch your breath- “no idea how long I've wanted you to say that!"

"For real??"

“You are my best friend, Kirishima– how could I not be happy to hear this??”

“Then why didn’t YOU say something??”

“CUZ I WANTED YOU TO HAVE THE MANLY MOMENT!”

“YOU WOULDA BEEN MANLY TOO!!”

You’re both hysterically laughing at this point, the lightest Kirishima has felt all trip. Thankfully, you finally straighten up, and give him the answer he wants, 

"I'd like that too, Kiri. With you."

He burst into happy laughter with this weight off his chest. Immediately, he finds his energy renewed tenfold and hikes you up with complete ease, swinging you around the compacted sand with little care to how unbalanced he is. Sea legs, anchored by newly unbridled love. 

Your combined joy settles down when he sets you on your feet and he just looks into those angel eyes with complete rapture. Finally, his palms find your cheeks, and he’s happy he can actually feel the tender skin beneath them. You bring yours to his wrists to keep him there, while he savors the touch he has again.

All tension finally falls away from his body- as if your barely amorous touch was enough to remove his quirk completely. Sensing his visible relief, you'd swipe your hands down from his arms to around his middle. It's not till you smile against his almost-kiss that you reveal your magic once again.

You pat his sides with the barest touch underneath his sweatshirt, on a hunt for skin– trained up and firm, but no longer battle-ready.

“Hmmm.. that's better, Riot.” 

Nothing keeps Kirishima from fulfilling his fantasy now.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

One hour. You made it one hour in bed before you’re hopping out of it again: high on life with your Kiri on the mind, and the rush of your first makeout on the beach still buzzing on your lips.

You lightly step down the hall, tossing on that Fatgum hoodie he’d almost stolen from you completely and checks in on the cracked rooms, totally forgetting which one he was in. Ultimately, in the living room, you look in on the last possible place down in the open office where you’d last given him a sweet hug  before retreating to bed… only to find your young cousins scattered into their sleeping arrangement with no sight of Kirishima buried in the cuddle pile. Off to the kitchen, you tiptoes around, seeking out the only one who can give you a bonus kiss goodnight.

Nabbing a water from the fridge, you opted to look out across the calm, quiet patio until you could settle your barely sleepy self after the night’s developments. Surely your love for Kirishima wasn’t rocking your world that hard that you couldn’t sleep. You’d loved him for the better part of the last three years anyway. You’re just happy those long, friendly embraces he gives could be more easily explained to your friends now; not simply your ‘adorably protective best friend who you’d move heaven and earth for if he asked’. 

The glow of your phone lighting up your face as you scroll mindlessly, you’re surprised to see a header notification from that bright-eyed icon.

Kiri-honey: Need a water, baby? ♥️

Moments after Kirishima sent you the message, you turned back toward the house- sights up and exploring. Hiding a clear smile behind the phone you have propped up, you’re trying  to look for him in the shadowed interior of the house with a critical eye. From the bluelight that shrunk your eyesight, you can't find him properly, and text him so,

got one, but I’m missing something else~ c’mon out here

So out he goes through the sliding door around the corner- the noise shooting your gaze to the right spooking you into a laugh.

“Oh shit!” Kirishima hushed as he brought the door to a gentle close, “Didn’t mean to scare ya!”

Forgetting that there was a side entrance from the kitchen, you settled with all forgiven.

"Just got up and wanted to see the water– Pppppth"

The night wind conveniently blows your hair all up and over your face, so Kirishima naturally comes to your aid and relieves you, generously helping brush some pieces back with ultimate chivalry.

"So why are you up, Mister Loverboy? Forget your drink again?" you sneak his chosen bag of midnight snacking with no resistance.

He’ll eat up any tease you have and give you anything you want– from now on. 

"You know it~ ‘Why’re you up’ is the question, Miss Ladylove.”

“Hmm... wasn’t sleepy much. Guess I was kinda restless." 

You’re leaning gorgeously back onto the railing, and taking him with you– ‘restless’ nature on full display given the bat of your eyes.

Kirishima smiles right back at you sweetly, spreading wide like a starfish with his stolen blanket to welcome you in. Naturally, you have pep in your step as you fall right into him.

"Want some company?" he asks the resting place he’s taken on your head. 

You answer from your cozy spot under his chin, "Always. You're not tired?"

“Nah.”

With you comfortably taking up space, keeping him warm, Kirishima truly doesn’t appear to need sleep yet. If it were up to you, you’d have him spooned up on the couch over sleeping in a queen-sized bed alone. 

“Kinda glad you came out here though~” you chip your chin up on his chest, catching his eyes and admiring that small scar breaking the skin of his brow, “Wanted to ask what Bakugou said.”

Kirishima snickers, making his whole chest shake. Remembering how the blondie had responded when told about the two of you becoming official had him giddy, and pleased you to no end.

“Denks owes him three hundred. Clocked it that I’d ‘get hard’, but I’d still get the girl.”

You hack on your own spit and hug Kirishima tightly through his own laughter.

“Could he not have chosen any other wording for that?!” you whisper scream for the benefit of those trying to sleep in the house.

“I mean, he wasn’t wrong! N’ I’m not complaining…” Happy to a fault, Kirishima simply shrugged and gave your forehead a little kiss. 

You can see it in his eyes; nothing’s really changed between you- things are just softer. More open. Less strained under the pressure that you’re ‘just friends’ and have the freedom to enjoy each other to the fullest. 

In his worry that you’d entertain the thought of leaving Japan, it all but confirmed to you that he wasn’t planning to do the same, either– so your stars were destined to be aligned. The waves will recede again in the morning, and you’ll be heading back to Japan soon to its neon light pollution, but you’ll know the stars are here, whenever you want to bring back your hero to visit.

Maybe you’ll convince him to elope here in the same manly fashion that he asked you to be his girlfriend tonight. 

a/📓 : okay, I've been wanting to invest in this headcannon ever since november first but that seemed inappropriate 😒 so here it is!

Okay, so you and Kiri have two daughters that are age five and four. Kirishima wanted to do something special for them and dress up like Santa Claus and pleaded for you to help carry with this idea. Obviously, you do.

The plan was to help Kirishima get suited up, wait by the Christmas tree and then you would go upstairs to wake the girls to tell them that the Santa Claus arrived to greet them and also watch how their pretty unripe faces would brighten with excitement.

Only that didn't happen.

You guys didn't even make it to phase two of the plan which was to have kirishima pose by the tree.

Fault number one, you miscalculated that your girls would be asleep (what kind of child falls to sleep knowing Christmas day is in a few hours?). Fault number two, your daughters heard thumping and giggles originating from downstairs which was from both of your goofy asses imposing Kirishima into the costume, so they came to the thought that Santa came without your clarification and they skulked downstairs and peeked through the wooden railing infested with fake, sparkly garlands.

And finally, fault number three, they saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.

(they jumped the gifts out of him.)

CERAMIC LIPS — just a little drabble of what it would be like if kirishima was into pottery.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. kirishima eijiro x reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. gender-neutral, high school au, no quirks au, fluff, not proofread so beware

kirishima eijiro, the quiet boy in your 6th-period ceramics class.

he has loud buddies, though. you recollect on the time you saw a blonde boy with yellow eyes leap onto his back, closely being pursued by a black-haired boy with awful posture and piercings, and the blonde-haired boy with crimson eyes and a frown craved on his face. you already knew his name from all the times your science teacher seated you two together for a project. you guys work together well she would say.

in here, however, kirishima is all straight face and silent since his friends aren't here to deflect. you know he's mrs urumi's favorite, she's always gloating about his works or peaking over his shoulder.

you didn't want to select ceramics as an elective for your second semester, but since you waited so long your only options were photography or exploration of ceramics. without delay, you picked ceramics.

kirishima was advanced in ceramics, always modeling extract sculptures or heads with intense care. he always looked so in love with his final productions.

while spinning your grossly saturated clay on your potter's wheel, you green-eyed him. you weren't confident if your jealousy was bred by noticing how elegant and diverse his creations came out while you only knew how to make a cock-eyed teacup, or how he cradles the life-size head so gingerly while enhancing details on its gray lips. His crimson eyes possess so much tenderness and warmth in them.

so much love and...

and your feet slowly add more pressure on the foot pedal the more you gawk at him. eventually, it builds a lanky, clay tentacle that was spiraling from the acceleration of the wheel it dangled on. the clay tentacle sprinkles portions of itself onto other tables —causing them to groan in annoyance— and attaches slivers of sludge onto your apron.

your teacher shrieks, yelling at you to stop the wheel, jerking you out of your trance. you lifted your foot from the pedal and watch your limp, mud tentacle slowly swirl to a break.

the girls in the corner giggle at you, though they're the ones all blemished in scars of clay. you feel the temperature rise in the room when you sense a pair of red eyes flick at you. Maybe photography could've fitted you better than this shitshow.

unbeknownst to you, he grins and continues working on his piece. he might look like he's in love with his work, but this personal piece has his heart beating out of his chest.

lucky winner

users: piercer!bakugou x afab!fem!reader x tattoo artist!kirishima

internal warnings: descriptions of needles/tattoos/piercings as they occur, long fic, wow there's plot in this!, consensual threeway, established krbk, oral (m and f!receiving), piv, spit, size kink, light dacryphilia, spitroasting, inaccurate positioning, ask to tag

internal notes: three way won the poll so i went ham. my fault og. final word count somehow came to 5.2k ish.

new notifications: @kaedescara

you stared blankly at the notification on your phone, wide-eyed and jaw agape. you blinked slowly, rubbed a hand down your face, and then clicked your phone off and back on again. the screen lit back up to your screensaver and the single notification that sat covering it. ‘@sincitytattoojp tagged you in their story! check it out!’

you looked up from your phone to your friend, who you now realized was calling your name and snapping her fingers. “uh, hello? earth to y/n? what’s going on? did your ex message you or something?”

“i think i won something.” you mumbled, turning your phone to show your friend. she furrowed her brows together and took your phone from your hand, studying the notification before cracking a grin. 

“is this that tattoo parlor in tokyo that you keep talking about hypothetically going to?” she laughed as she punched in your passcode and opened up instagram, pressing on the icon to the parlor’s instagram story.

you were quick to snatch your phone back to watch the story yourself, raising the volume on your phone to hear it. it was a video of someone’s hand reaching into a very full fishbowl of printed instagram handles, pulling out a tiny piece of paper and unfolding it to reveal your instagram username. the caption read in big red lettering, “congrats to @[y/n] for winning the human canvas raffle. reply to this post by midnight to schedule your slot.”

you swallowed thickly and looked up at your friend. “i won the fucking raffle. i won the nine hour session.”

your friend sucked in a breath before laughing and lifting her glass to you. “godspeed, soldier.”

you looked back down at your phone and clicked back to rewatch your name be pulled from the bowl. you had entered the contest on a whim – you hadn’t expected to win. you had reposted the parlor’s picture and tagged your three closest friends to enter a bid into becoming a human canvas for a day, i.e. getting tattooed and pierced until you tapped out. the parlor owners couldn’t seem to decide on whether to call it the human canvas contest or the no mercy challenge, not that it mattered. both fit the bill to describe what you had just won.

you swiped up on the story.

you: i dont know whether to be terrified or excited.

@sincitytattoojp: both, sweetheart. sign this and get it back to us [1 attachment]

you had gone through an extensive back and forth that night, printing and signing and scanning different waivers and papers to ensure that you would be able to handle an entire day of sitting in a chair getting poked and prodded with needles and getting art permanently printed on your skin forever. you were grateful that they took so much precaution in ensuring you were well aware of the situation you were putting yourself in, and getting ample consent confirmed ahead of time. you already felt comfortable as you stepped off the train in tokyo and started towards the shop.

sin city tattoo and body art. the small tattoo shop had garnered a massive following around the globe for the gorgeous work that consistently poured from the studio. the artists had never shown their faces on their page, but it was clearly just a two man show. sometimes one of them would film the other doing their newest piece on a client they handpicked from the waiting list, and it was clear that the two were a little more than close friends. 

you trusted their work. you were a new client, obviously, but after following their page for over a year, you knew you would be okay with going through with this. you were just… inexperienced. you had a tiny tattoo of a butterfly on your ankle and your ears double pierced in the lobes, but that was it.

you rounded the corner and saw the neon sign over the glass doors to the shop, the shutters pulled down. you took a deep breath and tried the door, mildly surprised that it opened up. a tiny bell chimed over your head as you stepped inside.

the shop was small, but it was clean. absolutely pristine. for a tattoo shop called sin city, you were expecting a bit more of a grunge theme, not exactly the creamy white walls littered with black picture frames of flash art available for purchase, a tall cabinet filled with various jewelry for fresh piercings, plants in the corners surrounding two chairs that were supposedly for a waiting area. there was a tall partition behind the front desk, and the shop stretched backward, most likely leading to a tattoo chair and then a piercing table, respectively. 

you stood awkwardly by the front door, gripping your bag in front of you. you had brought a few little snacks and some water in preparation for being there all day. you shuffled your feet as you heard footsteps coming up from the back of the shop, and suddenly you were reconsidering your outfit choice. you had tried to be helpful by going with a tight spaghetti strap tank top and a high riding skirt, knowing that you would probably need to shuffle clothes around during the course of the day.

your thoughts got clogged almost immediately when a brick wall of a man rounded the partition, scratching the back of his neck and staring down at you with big red eyes that looked curious, almost playful. he had to have been at least six-five, looming over you with broad shoulders and bulky arms that were covered in tattoos that went all the way down to his knuckles. his red hair was tied half-up half-down, the black roots at his forehead showing through.

you gaped at him like a fish out of water, face starting to feel warm as he glanced you up and down, and then smiled, revealing a wide set of sharp sharklike teeth. “aye, kats! i think she’s here!” he called over his shoulder before stepping behind the front desk. “you’re our pretty contest winner, right?”

“uh-”

“my name’s eijirou kirishima. i’m the main tattoo guy here.” he grinned at you, boyish and peppy, and it stifled your nerves somewhat as you returned the smile, but you were flustered beyond belief. you had seen the videos of him tattooing, you knew at least that his hands were big, but not the rest of him.

“ah, yeah, hi. i’m y/n. it’s nice to see your fsce for once.” you giggled nervously, and he laughed and nodded.

“yeah, we’re not all about showing who we are online. the page got too big, tokyo’s a big place, we don’t want the extra attention, yknow?” he smiled warmly at you as he bent down and shuffled through some paperwork under the desk, pulling it out and gesturing for you to come closer. “i know we already got a lot of your stuff online, but this is the last waiver. pretty much a final agreement that we get to do whatever we want to your body until you either tap out, or the clock hits six, whichever comes first.” 

you made a little squeaking noise at his phrasing, glancing at his face as he just continued to smile. he fumbled around for a pen and held it out to you, and you reached to take it, but he snatched it back and leaned across the desk. “just so you know, you can say stop at any time. we’re not forcing you to be here. if you say no to an idea, we won’t do it. stuff like that. okay?”

you blinked at him. he seemed so genuine, really making sure he was thorough in his explanations of the paperwork and of your position in this. it helped you take a deep breath and nod. “i know. i’m all good.”

“awesome. you seem like a real trooper.” he chuckled in a deep, rumbly voice, and finally held the pen back out to you. 

you took it, your soft fingers brushing over his rough skin and making you feel like your hand was alight in flames. you signed your name at the bottom of the form, dated it, and slid it back across the desk to kirishima. he just grinned at you and shoved the paper into the desk again.

“bakugou! come on, man! she’s all good!” kirishima leaned his head around the partition, and you jumped slightly when the familiar voice of kirishima’s partner sounded from the back of the shop.

“i fucking heard you the first time, i’m not fucking deaf!”

“well, just hurry up!” kirishima laughed and turned back to you. “sorry, he’s a real stickler for making sure his spot is all clean. i’m clean, but he’s a neat freak.”

“who’re you calling a neat freak, red?” a slightly shorter man stepped out from down the hallway, and again you felt your breath catch in your throat.

he was still tall, but far more intimidating in his black wife beater and jeans. he took off his mask that had been covering the lower half of his face, revealing a nose piercing and snake bites around plush lips. his fluffy blonde hair was standing up in all the right places, piercing red eyes looking your form up and down as he cracked his knuckles. his arms were littered patchwork-style, much different than kirishima’s full sleeves, and he clearly liked to hit the gym seven days a week.

you gulped and shifted your weight as bakugou’s eyes drifted over you. “name’s katsuki bakugou. you’ve already met red. didya sign the form?”

“uh, yes. all of the forms.”

“great.” his eyes locked on yours. clearly, this guy was all about professionalism and business, at least while he was on the clock. then he turned his head to kirishima. “so, where did you want to start her?”

you found yourself laid down on your chest, head turned to the side to stare at bakugou’s back as he organized something off to the side. music was playing, but you could hardly hear it over the buzzing of the tattoo gun and the weight of kirishima’s hand on your back.

you chewed on your lip as you felt the needle trace over the skin of your lower back, occasionally lifting to get more ink, only to return and start the ministrations over again. it wasn’t an easy spot to get ink done; tramp stamps were adorable and sexy, but the skin on that part of a person’s back is notoriously thin. despite this, however, you always found the pain to be… enjoyable. 

you felt kirishima’s free hand slide over to the middle of your back, splaying out, applying some pressure to get a better angle as he leaned over you. if he wasn’t wearing a mask, you would be able to feel his warm breaths fanning out against your sensitive skin. your eyes fluttered and you did your best not to move as your neurons fired over the sheer size of his hand against your back. splayed out like that, his fingertips were on one side and the heel of his hand almost felt like it was on the other. perhaps your perception was being warped on account of the buzzing needle poking your back, but you couldn’t be entirely sure.

kirishima added more pressure even as the needle lifted away from your skin, pushing you down into the bed, making you squeak softly. bakugou’s head turned briefly to you, glinting in the white overhead lighting almost devilishly, before turning away again.

“so,” kirishima’s low voice made you flinch slightly, having been entranced by the weight of him looming over your form, “i don’t really see any ink on you. is this your first time?” you heard him chuckle into his mask as he waited for you to relax again, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin to calm you down, before pressing the needle down again. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, hun.”

you felt like some kind of high schooler talking about her virginity. “it’s- it’s fine. no, it’s not my first, but it’s my first big one. i’ve got a little one on my ankle.”

“your ankle?” he repeated, still pressing the needle to your skin and definitely coloring a shape in. “who did that for you? wasn’t us.”

“right, yeah.” you giggled slightly, really trying not to move as you wiggled the foot that held the little tattoo. “just an old friend who was an apprentice somewhere else.”

“ankle’s a rough place for a first tattoo,” grumbled bakugou, finally turning towards you and sitting down in a chair a little ways away, manspreading in your peripheral. “how’d you sit for that?”

“it hurt, but i liked it.” you mumbled back honestly, glancing back when you felt kirishima put the tattoo gun down and reach with a gloved hand towards your ankle, bending your leg at the knee to study the work.

“hm. it’s real cute on you, but i would’ve done it a little different.” his thumb brushed over the tattoo, over the thin skin of your ankle, sending a spike of heat through your body. “i could touch it up later.” he guided your leg back down and brushed his hand over the back of your thigh briefly before picking his tattoo gun back up and reapplying that heavy pressure to your back again.

“yeah, okay…” you murmured breathily, feeling small underneath kirishima’s weight and the power of bakugou’s gaze where he was staring at you, at kirishima, at how kirishima’s hands left indents in your skin as he worked.

your mouth felt like it was full of cotton, your head feeling like all the blood had drained from it and gone south. you shouldn’t be thinking like this, feeling like this, not while effectively getting stabbed thousands of times per minute.

bakugou hummed as he stood up again to get within your line of sight. “you said you liked the pain, huh? you one of those weird people that gets a high off of getting ink done?”

you felt your face burst with heat, unable to move as you opened your mouth and stammered. kirishima chuckled behind his mask.

“don’t tease, kats.”

“‘m not teasin’. i was just sayin’ that i agree with her.” bakugou smirked at you before stepping around the wall to go get a water from the fridge.

kirishima’s free hand slid from your middle back to just above your ass, his thumb rubbing into the fabric of your tight skirt as he worked.

“you’re sitting really well for this, doll. ‘m proud. probably one of my favorite things to do is back tattoos. especially these.”

you hummed softly in the back of your throat, probably mumbling a thank you that just made him laugh again.

you didn’t say anything when his free hand squeezed your ass as he leaned back to get more ink in the gun.

kirishima had spread the second skin across your pretty new tramp stamp with precision, making sure it wouldn’t wrinkle or peel away until your tattoo was healed. you were given a snack of chips and a bottle of water to recuperate while bakugou prepped his area, pulling on a mask and snapping black latex gloves over his hands. “so, how ya feelin’?”

“good,” you took a breath as you capped your water, sitting quietly on the tattoo bench and waiting to move to the piercing table. “ready to move on, i guess.”

“hope you don’t mind, but i took some photos when red was doing you.” he glanced over his shoulder, and you smiled and waved it off.

“i don’t mind at all. my friend didn’t believe me when i said i was actually gonna come.”

“that so?” bakugou cocked a brow, his mouth hidden behind the black mask. “anyway, what’re you thinking for this next bit? industrial? nose?”

“ah.” you shifted on the bench, glancing away from him as kirishima rounded the corner. “i was, uh. i was thinking i could get my… i could get my nipples pierced first? get the worst ones out of the way?”

kirishima blinked once and immediately shot a look to bakugou, who made eye contact. it was like telepathy; there was a silent exchange between them before bakugou nodded and waved for you to step over. “sure, whatever. it’s definitely not the worst pain, though.”

“really?” you stood on jelly legs and walked over to the piercing bench, sitting down in front of bakugou, who pulled a chair over to sit.

“mhm. worst i would say for a girl is the clitoral hood.”

you flushed and shook your head. “no thanks. i think i’ll stick to this for now.”

“okay.” bakugou sat back in his chair, staring at you. you stared back, tilting your head. bakugou furrowed his brows and clicked his tongue, making an ‘up’ motion with two fingers. only then did it click that you needed to take your shirt off.

you looked around as you started to tug your tank top up, looking over at kirishima, who was leaning against the wall with fascination. “ah, sorry! if you really want, i can leave.”

“no! no, it’s fine.” you shook your head, and finally got the courage to lift your tank top up and over your head. in preparation for this, you had simply forgone your bra in the morning.

you were left in just your skirt and panties, essentially. kirishima hummed low in his throat, earning him a glare from bakugou. you felt like you were on fire when bakugou reached a hand out to your shoulder. “lay back. slow.”

you shuddered under his grasp and laid back on the table, bringing your feet up and bending your knees to be a little more comfortable. your nipples pebbled and hardened from the cold air of the parlor.

bakugou studied your tits with an intense gaze, clearly focused on his job in a way that kirishima was not. where kirishima was flirty, groping and grabbing, bakugou was cold and practiced.

“so this is gonna go something like this. one of these is gonna hurt more than the other. when i tell you, you gotta breathe in, and then breathe out all at once. it’ll make the pain a little easier to handle.”

“okay.”

“i’ll be quick, but we gotta do one at a time.” he grabbed a skin safe marker and finally his hands reached for one of your tits, rubbing his thumb into the skin as he marked where the needle would enter and exit. you felt like you were shaking, being grabbed and examined in such a professional manner.

“you can’t have any fuckin’ saliva or jizz or whatever touch these till they’re fully healed, you got that?”

you squeaked, almost jumping in surprise at his words, before laughing and shaking your head. “no worries there.”

“you sure?” bakugou tilted his head, eyebrow raised, and kirishima laughed as he walked over towards the bench.

you didn’t get a chance to answer bakugou, because kirishima was by your head, offering his massive hand to you. “you can squeeze my hand so you don’t pass out.”

you looked up at him through your lashes, squirming on the bench as bakugou squeezed your tit. you didn’t answer, just reaching your hand up to hold onto kirishima’s. his hand was large, warm, and so rough. you wanted to feel his-

“alright sugar. take a deep breath in for me.”

you sucked in a breath through your teeth, and then suddenly a white hot pain shot through your body, something never experienced before. your vision whited out and you may or may not have cried out and dug your nails into kiri’s hand, gripping it tightly.

your head swam as you were encouraged to breathe, and then to breathe in again as the wide bar was slipped through the new piercing. you yelped and jerked on the table, making bakugou put his gloved hand flat between your tits to try and ground you. “relax, brat. stay fucking still. gotta get this stupid ball on.”

“aw, she’s cryin’.” kiri chuckled and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. your cheeks did feel wet as the pain subsided slowly. you whimpered as bakugou leaned away from you and reached to grab another needle package and the second bar.

“one more, drama queen. you can do it. just one more.”

“already?” you whined, shaking your head at him as he scooted his chair closer to get a better angle on your other nipple.

you did not get a chance to beg for mercy. “breathe in deep, good fuckin’ girl.”

you screamed this time. bakugou had been right, one hurt more than the other. your head felt so light all of a sudden, your vision blurring as you gripped kirishima’s hand like a vice and shook. your breath punched out of you when the bar was pushed through and the little ball at the end was screwed on.

you stared up at the ceiling and tried to get your bearings as kirishima let go of your hand to pet your hair and keep it away from your tears. “you did it, pretty girl. you got it. just breathe. did such a great job, yeah?”

you gathered your thoughts together as you listened to bakugou get up and take his gloves and his mask off, tossing them away, ever the professional. he walked back over to where you were laying and held up a mirror over you to show you your new jewelry. the sight made the pain worth it; your nipples, perky and red and hard, glittering with bars pushed through.

“what do ya think?” bakugou cocked his head at you, and you let out a deep breath.

“they look… really nice.”

“really sexy, more like.” kirishima chuckled over you as he openly ogled your chest.

you made a noise of surprise, which was immediately followed by your voice getting caught in your throat when bakugou’s free hand moved to start rubbing up and down your thigh. “you okay?”

“y-yeah.”

“you need a break?”

“i think so.”

bakugou nodded and looked to kirishima, who broke into a grin and bent over you just a little, his voice dropping an octave. “let’s take a nice long break, then, huh doll? you think you might wanna relax a bit with us? take your mind off the pain?”

“what?” you shifted to sit up on your elbows, wincing from the pain in your chest, looking between them.

kirishima laughed, “come on, doll. i know you didn’t come in here wearing just that tiny skirt for nothin’.”

“you can say no.” bakugou’s hand moved off your thigh, clearly the more level headed of the two. “we’ll take a break and come back in a half hour to keep going-“

“wait.” you flushed and put up a hand to make him shut up, glancing between them. “you’re not- together?”

“well, yeah, fucking obviously we are,” bakugou rolled his eyes at you while kiri chuckled, “but if we see a hot chick, we’re not gonna say no.”

“true.” kiri was practically purring.

they were standing over you, broad shoulders and tattooed hands and muscle, red eyes honed in on your shirtless form, and for some reason you allowed your inhibitions to fall away.

you took a deep breath and pouted. “just don’t make me get an infection on my new piercings.”

“never.” bakugou cracked his first real grin, foxlike and dirty, already moving back down towards your legs to start pushing your knees apart. you sat up a bit more, onto your hands, sucking in a breath when the bench dipped under bakugou’s added weight as he pushed your knees far apart and revealed your plain cotton panties with an obvious wet spot in the crotch, your pussy throbbing with the realization.

bakugou hummed as he slid rough fingertips down the insides of your thighs. “look at that shit, red. she’s already soaked. got this pretty pussy all needy even after pokin’ her.”

“figured as much. she was all spaced out during her tat.” kiri’s meaty hand slipped around the column of your throat, practically engulfing it in one palm as he turned your head to make you look up at him.

you gasped, and kirishima’s mouth came crashing down onto yours; he had to practically crouch to get even close to you where you were sitting. your hands flew up to his hair, body twisting slightly as bakugou started to work his fingers along your hips to further push your skirt up around them.

you felt yourself start to whimper as bakugou pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers through your wet folds. you shook and moaned as his fingers skillfully rubbed slow circles into your clit, making your hips jerk.

kiri laughed against your lips and squeezed his hand slightly around the column of your throat, pulling away from your mouth to look at your dazed expression. “lay back, doll.”

he guided you back to lay on the bench again, letting go of your throat only for a moment to start unbuckling his belt. “kats, i’m takin’ her mouth first, mkay?”

“hm?” bakugou glanced up from where he was licking his lips, about to press his nose to your pussy. “oh, yeah sure whatever. i’m getting a taste first.”

“someone’s got an oral fixation.”

“shut the fuck up, you red-haired loser.”

you felt yourself start to giggle at their interactions, but suddenly there were lips wrapped tightly around your cliff and a fat cock hanging over your face, drooling with pre.

you swallowed as your mouth practically started to water. your head was spinning as bakugou worked his tongue against your clit, a finger starting to push its way into your right, wet heat. you moaned and felt your eyes flutter, fingers curling into the sides of the piercing bench. “ah, i-i don’t know if i can fit-“

“shh. all you gotta do is swallow. can you try just the tip?” kiri cocked his head at you, suddenly all puppy eyes as he stroked his cock to his boyfriend eating you out.

you whimpered and nodded. how could you say no? you ground your hips against bakugou’s face as your lips parted, and kirishima pushed just the fat head of his cock past them with a low groan.

you felt full. bakugou started to push a second finger into your weeping hole, drool and your juices dripping down his chin and dotting the bench as he ate you out and found the spongy spot within you that made your back arch off the bench, knees attempting and failing to snap shut around his head. bakugou growled against your pussy, unhappy with you disturbing his meal.

you couldn’t respond what with kirishima shallowly thrusting into your mouth, working inch after inch into you. you felt his heady tip hit the back of your throat as your head hung down over the edge of the bench, and you coughed and sputtered.

“shh, careful, careful. breathe.” his hand returned to your throat, feeling the way he slipped further and further in. his balls hung down in your face as he started to effectively fuck your throat, groaning when you whined around him.

you did your best to suck his cock, slobbering and drooling down your cheeks as your eyes rolled back when bakugou removed his mouth and rubbed circles into your clit with his thumb. “she tastes fuckin’ good.”

“yeah? y’think so?”

“yeah,” bakugou breathed out, almost like an offering, and as he pulled his fingers out of your wet pussy, he shoved them directly into kirishima’s mouth.

kiri groaned loudly and sucked on bakugou’s fingers with the eagerness of a dog, gripping your throat with one hand and bakugou’s wrist in the other. he made sure bakugou’s fingers were clean before letting go and rolling his hips against your face. “shit.”

“mhm.” bakugou was panting as he hurriedly fussed with his jeans, shoving them down enough to get his cock free. it was difficult, positioning himself on the bench, but he made it work as he slapped his tip against your clit.

you cried out and gagged again on kirishima’s fat cock, gurgling pathetically while they both laughed at you.

“poor babydoll,” bakugou hissed, pressing his tip to your entrance, “she can hardly breathe, eiji.”

“she’s doin’ a good fucking job. i can feel how deep i am in her throat.”

“i can fuckin’ see that.” bakugou snapped right back before taking a deep breath and sinking so slowly into your pussy.

your walls fluttered around his cock as he sheathed himself inside you, one hand gripping your hip dangerously tight and the other reaching to grab for kirishima’s free hand. “fuck, red, she feels so fucking tight.”

“if- if you think her pussy’s tight, wait till you feel her throat.” kiri panted lowly as he grabbed his boyfriend’s hand over you.

you felt like an object, a plaything, lightheaded and so, so full, almost screaming when they both started to fuck into you at once; they were slightly off pace, both focused on their own pleasure, chasing their highs and smothering you all the while.

kirishima’s hand slid from your throat to the middle of your chest, a compressing weight that left you truly breathless as his balls practically smacked into you. you did your best to try and suck his cock, really, you did, but it was so difficult when bakugou was bullying your pussy and making you shake and cry out.

kirishima was the first to falter, his hips starting to jerk erratically as your vision blurred from tears of pleasure. “oh fuck yeah, fuck, ‘m gonna cum-“

“already? pathetic.” bakugou snapped, only egging kirishima on and making him whine as he tossed his head back and came deep in your throat, making you gag and choke.

he didn’t pull out until the thick, heady ropes of his cum were seated on your tongue, taking a step back to let his fat cock slap wetly against his thigh. it was clear, then, that his refractory period was short; he was already at half mast again as he watched bakugou fuck you into the bench, hiking one of your legs up around his waist to get deeper.

you cried out loudly, voice ragged and ruined as bakugou’s thumb returned to your clit.

“come on pretty girl, lemme feel you cum around my fuckin’ cock first. come on. i know you’re close. i can feel ya squeezin’ me in. shit, baby, fucking cum for me.”

your back arched off the table and your eyes rolled back as you came hard around his cock, your vision going white as you jerked and spasmed on the table. bakugou moaned and dropped his head forward, holding on until the last second when he could pull out and cum all over your twitching cunt, jerking himself off all the way. thick ropes of cum splattered against your skin and made you shiver, all parts of you sensitive.

kirishima, cock still out and hard again, stepped over to swipe his fingers through your pussy and get a taste of yours and bakugou’s cum, groaning deep in his throat as he pressed an almost chaste kiss to bakugou’s cheek. “you wanna fuck her throat next?”

“fuck yes i do.”

Shooting for Mercury art dump! thanks to AI and procreate editing

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Eijiro Kirishima fanfic posted on Wattpad and AO3

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please stop (but actually don't) (kirishima x reader)

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP !femreader when your boyfriend kirishima is obsessed with seeing you overstimulated bc he has a pleasing kink (man LOVES to see you crashed out) WARNINGS: swearing, NSFW, sexually explicit content, oral (f receiving) smut, y'know the usual •◡ ◠ word count: 902 A/N: since my bakugo x reader has been doing well... here's another dose ya fiends! It is shorter, but don't worry, there's more MHA smut to come ;) Also, I'm still very new to writing smut so bear with me, and feel free to offer suggestions!

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you weren’t sure what day it was, how late it had gotten into the night, or even what your name was at this point. How many orgasms have you had? You had lost count after the third one, tears welling in your eyes at the overstimulation.  

“K-Kiri, I can’t.” you whined, tugging on the red head of hair that sat between your legs. As if he wanted to torture you, Kirishima licked one last stripe up your swollen clit before looking up at you. 

“c’mon baby, just one more for me.” he gave you his best puppy dog eyes, knowing you’d fall for it. It wasn’t that you didn’t feel amazing, it was that the man never let up until you were crying from overstimulation and unable to respond to words.  

Kirishima loved pleasing you, it was his favorite thing even above fucking you. He even called it ‘making love’, although your sex didn’t resemble those words with the way he drilled himself into you endlessly until you were a puddle of mush under his touch. But with his focus on pleasuring you, he could do it over and over without losing his own stamina, and he loved seeing you crashed out from orgasms.  

And the sight of your face, as you came down from your release, was his own form of heaven.  

“’n can’t” your voice came out as a whimper. Kirishima merely hummed into your thigh as he placed a soft kiss on your skin. “Baby it’s too much.” 

“please, my love?” he asked, and before you could answer he kissed your clit, making you moan in response. As you struggled to catch your breath, he placed more kisses all over, soon replacing his lips with his tongue. “wanna make you feel good, please just let me make you feel good.” 

You couldn’t say no, at this point, you couldn’t say much of anything between the moans Kirishima was now dragging out of you with every gentle caress of his tongue between your folds. When you felt two of his fingers enter you, you gripped his soft hair tighter, allowing your hips to grind his tongue in response.  

“don’t stop, p-please don’t stop,” you begged him, feeling him chuckle against you. The overstimulation was making you see stars, drool pooling in your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Kirishima gave you head like your juices were the only thing that could hydrate him. He was relentless, and even after he was drawing you towards another orgasm you realized it wouldn’t end with this one.  

“I won’t stop baby, don’t worry,” Kirishima responded, increasing the pace of his fingers working inside of you. You felt him hit the soft spot that he loved so much, curling his fingers to keep striking it over and over.  

That knot was already beginning to form in the lower region of your abdomen, tightening easily after already being prepped. Had it ever really been released? Kirishima continued to fuck you with his fingers, his mouth sucking and licking at your clit sending electricity straight to your brain. Your body reacted with your back arching, drool now seeping from your open mouth as you moaned his name. 

“Kiri, please I’m gonna.... nn gonna cum again.” you were surprised your fucked out brain could even form the words, but he already knew it was close by the way your walls tightened around his fingers.  

He wanted to taste you again, he would beg and plead for it if he had to. “be a good girl and cum on my face. Now.” Kirishima took your clit into his mouth again after speaking, sucking it between his lips and giving it a light nibble as he curled his fingers faster inside of you.  

The knot inside of you snapped, and your body spasmed as your released crashed over you. With your ears ringing and Kirishima’s name on your lips, you felt yourself gush on his fingers; all the while he lapped up every bit of your juices. You grinded into his tongue and fingers for what felt like minutes, allowing yourself to give into every muscle spasm. 

When he finally felt like he’d succeeded, Kirishima released your clit from his mouth and began placing kisses and nibbles to your inner thighs (right next to the numerous hickies he’d already left there). “mmm taste so good, my love.” he hummed as he pulled himself up to cup your cheek in his hand, kissing your lips tenderly. “that’s my beautiful girl, all crashed out for me just from my mouth.” 

“n-no more, Kiri I can’t take another one.” you murmured between deep breaths, and you wiped his face to clear your slick from it before kissing him again.  

“you’ve already made such a mess for me.” he was right, your juices had squirted all over the bed (or at least what his mouth missed). “why stop now, we already have to clean up.” 

“nnn Kiri...” you whined, before you suddenly felt his cock teasing your entrance. You looked up at Kirishima with wide eyes, finding his blown-out pupils and smirking lips.  

“are you sure you don’t want me to pull another orgasm out of you?” 

You couldn’t say no to that, and now, a full hour later, you found yourself being carried to the bathtub by Kirishima, completely spent from even more orgasms.  

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