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Thursday Night

Pairing: Kirishima X F!Reader

Summary: Kirishima was working in a bar while he continues to go to school to get his master's degree, you happen to go into that bar for your 21st birthday and can't seem to get the redhead off your mind ever since.

Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs LEAVE. Alcohol. Swearing. Fucking in Public.

Contains: Story is set in an unnamed university town. Kiri is older by a couple years, Mutual pining. Porn with Plot. Consent. Unprotected Sex. Mentions of Birth Control. Oral (M&F Receiving), Hickies(M&F), Throat Fucking, Kinda get caught in the act. Reader gets picked up a few times. Nicknames: Baby, Babe, Baby Girl, Gorgeous, Cutie.

W/C: 7,768

A/N: I am so sorry this fic is so damn late for @myherokatsuki and their A Familiar Face collab. Please make sure to go check out the other fantastic pieces people have made! I was given College AU so I hope a bar in a college town is okay! A special thanks to @silverhairsimp for helping me work through this one! Ily, babes.

With a degree in psychology already under his belt, Kirishima certainly hadn’t planned to still be working at Fat’s Place. It wasn’t the fanciest bar or club around the busy university campus but, damn, did the place feel like home, and that wasn’t just because he was renting the flat above it.

Taishiro, or Fat as his players affectionately referred to him, was also the owner and namesake of the bar. When the coach learned Kirishima would be pursuing his master's degree and staying at the university, he also asked if he’d stay on as a barback while he continued his education. The redhead could have sought out a job in his field, which probably would’ve been better for him in the long run, but Kirishima truly loved working at Fat’s. Something about the people he’d meet made him want to stick around.

He was well into year number three at the bar, when he laid eyes on you for the very first time.

You walked through the door, laughing with a group of your friends, your arms linked between two of them, and you had a sash across your chest proudly displaying that it was your birthday, your 21st to be exact. But, they didn’t drag you up to the bar, instead, you all crammed into a booth, chatting among yourselves until a particular song called the lot of you out to the dance floor.

Because Fat’s Place wasn’t just a bar and that gave it a particular edge over the more upscale clubs in the area. It did have a bar, an extensive one that Kirishima was very proud of, but, there was also a dance floor, and a pool hall, plus plenty of booths where you could eat some pretty decent food at or just kill time with friends. It was because of these additional things that you didn’t need to be 21 to get into Fat’s and that meant Kirishima had lost count of the number of people who spent their final evening of being 20-years-old in this very place, just counting the seconds until they could order that first legal drink.

And, since he’d lost you in the crowd for a while, too busy making drinks and helping to run out orders of food, he figured you were one of these 20-year-olds. He didn’t think about you too much though, assuming he’d be seeing you around the bar in a couple of hours anyway. He had current patrons to give his attention. Smiling for them while pouring shots, gathering tips in the coffee tin when he paired a flirtatious wink with a tall glass of beer. There was a reason Fat asked him to stay on; he was good at what he did.

Reading people was a part of the job but Kirishima always saw it as more of a game. Tailoring the few minutes he shared with the people who wound up in front of him into moments that he hoped would brighten their nights. And, when the clock struck midnight, it was suddenly time to play that game with you.

Standing very alone at the end of the bar, you fiddled with your ID; a habit he’d noticed in people new to the legal drinking age. He gave a cursory look around and noticed a few of your friends dancing with new partners, some pressed together in a booth near the back. Everyone seemed to be paired off and that left you standing all by yourself at the end of the bar. It almost felt wrong to him, someone about to have their first drink with no one to share it with…

“Someone’s got a birthday, huh?”

“That’s what the sash says.” You smiled and looked down at the garment, “oh, and my ID.”

He took the piece of plastic from between your fingers and noted the date. You’d only been 21 for 4 minutes. When the green light flicked on after he scanned your card, he passed it back to you.

“Well, a very happy birthday… thought about what your first drink’s gonna be?”

You shook your head. “Not a clue,” a grin spread across his face. He liked people who came up to the bar with an open mind. Gave him more to work with.

“Alright then. What flavors do you like? Want somethin’ on tap? A shot? Want me to make somethin’ up?” He rattled off different options and watched as you chewed your inner cheek considering each of them.

“What would you make me?”

Damn, were you cute. “Gotta tell me what you’re in the mood for… wouldn’t wanna give you something strong and bitter if you’re feeling light and sugary.”

He let you have a minute to mull things over, making a few suggestions for you to consider, and once you gave him a lead, he started pulling a couple of bottles off the rack. He got a kick out of the way your eyes tracked his movements. Watched him with a little grin on your face when he shook the drink over his shoulder before pouring it over fresh ice.

“There ya go, give this a try,” He popped a lime green straw in it and slid it over, “If it’s not your thing, I’ll try again.” He knew finding a drink someone liked could be a process and he was always willing to work with a person until they found something they enjoyed. But, with you, it seemed he got it right the first time around.

“So good!” You praised and wrapped your lips around the brightly colored straw again. “What’s it called?”

“Uh…” He lifted the ball cap off his head and wiped his forehead trying to think up one on the spot. “It doesn’t really have one…” Eventually, he admitted honestly to you.

“Well, how am I supposed to order it again?”

He pulled a scrap bit of paper from under the register and a pen from behind his ear. “I’ll jot down what I put in it. But, if ya come back here, just find me and I’ll remember.”

“You will?” Those eyes of yours narrowed like you didn’t believe him. “This seems like a pretty busy place. You’re gonna remember some random girl's drink from a Thursday night?”

Kirishima slowly nodded his head, “yeah, yeah I’ll remember.” But you still looked unconvinced. “Guess you’ll just have to come back and test my memory sometime.”

That had you smiling for him, around the straw in your mouth. He was sure he wasn’t going to be forgetting anything about you anytime soon. “Alright. And how much do I owe you?”

He just shook his head. “Nothin’ at all. Happy birthday.”

Three weeks passed before you came back into Fat’s Place. Several hours earlier than you had on your birthday and just with your best friend suffering from a broken heart. You poured her into a booth and then wandered up to the bar, flashing a small smile at the familiar redhead.

“Hey there, Thursday Night.”

The tips of your ears heated up at the nickname. “You did remember.”

“Told ya I would.” He finished ringing an order in before giving you his full attention. “Want your drink again or in the mood for something new?”

Your drink. He remembered you and called it your drink and it made your heart skip a beat. A reaction you might have paid more attention to if it hadn’t been for your friend who’d spent the majority of her day already drinking. “Could I actually just get some water for now. And, like, a lot of fries.”

He followed your gaze. “Bad night?” He asked and scooped ice into two glasses.

“Somethin’ like that.” The rest of your friend group was supposed to meet here in a few hours. You just wanted to get some food in her before the drinking started up again.

You watched his strong arms go through the methodical motions that were probably muscle memory by now but there was something oddly calming about watching the way he worked. It had you so distracted you barely even registered him setting the glasses down in front of you. “Why dontcha go back with her. I can bring those fries out when they’re up.”

With both glasses of water in your hands, you thanked him before heading back to the booth. The redheaded bartender's kindness didn’t stop with the basket of fries though, it continued all through the night, right up to the moment you left. He’d made sure waters were always up for you the moment he saw you at the bar, even if you were ordering an actual drink, he made sure to have a water with it. And when it was two in the morning and you all were finally ready to call it a night, he made sure to call you all a cab to ensure you made it back to your dorms safe and sound.

The following morning, when you begrudgingly rolled out of your friend's bed, you decided you really should do something to show your gratitude. The few dollars you shoved in the tip tin throughout the night didn’t feel like enough.

So, you’d made the walk to your dorm, dug out some of the cash you had stashed away and stuck it in an envelope with a quickly scribbled note and then headed back for the bar.

It was closed… you should have figured as much since it was barely nine in the morning. You planned on just coming back in the evening but then caught sight of someone moving about inside.

You tapped on the glass door and caught the attention of the heavy-set blonde man, and were thankful that he didn’t just wave you off but rather came to the door anyway. “Ya know, I don’t usually serve mimosas here…” He joked with a friendly smile and you explained that you weren’t looking for a drink.

After learning that the man in front of you was in fact the owner of the bar, you handed the envelope out to him. “One of your bartenders was just really great to me and my friends last night, could you make sure he gets this?”

He looked down at the name you’d messily written across the envelope. “I– I’m sorry, I never caught his name–”

“That’s fine,” The blonde, Taishiro, chuckled, “I’ve only got one redheaded bartender. He actually lives in the flat just upstairs, I can go get him and you can give this to him yourself.”

“Oh, no, that’s alright! He’s probably sleepin’ anyway.” You started walking backward down the sidewalk, “Thank you, though!”

“His name’s Kirishima, by the way!” He called back after you, “Since apparently, he’s bad with introductions!”

Your head was buzzing the whole way back to your dorm. The redhead flicked in and out of your thoughts more than he probably should’ve since your first encounter with him on your birthday. You tried to ignore the way you always seemed to see him walking around the campus now and the way that the sight of him alone made your heart race.

It was your final year of school, you didn’t need a damn crush, you needed to focus on getting into the master’s program, and that was it.

Kirishima kept that little note you scribbled for him right on his dresser where he saw it every single day.

Thanks for taking care of us

- Thursday Night

He thought it was sweet you opted for the nickname he’d given you. He knew your name, remembered it from the first time you met and he read your ID. But, even without all that, Fat also described you perfectly when he gave him the envelope and Kiri did pay your party a lot of extra attention that night but, he never expected this kind of a reward for it. He didn’t expect any kind of reward at all! The cash was lovely, but, it was your thoughtful little note that he couldn’t stop reading, even after months had passed.

Each morning it made him grin and every night it filled his chest with warmth knowing he’d done something good.

He still had the piece of paper, and about a hundred different memories of small encounters with you tied to it now. Kirishima thought these might be the only moments he’d get with you since the school year was drawing to an end and you had graduation just around the corner, but then he overheard you talking about a master’s program you’d been accepted to at the university, the very same university he was still attending for his own.

You’d be staying.

To his surprise, and great delight, you’d even remained through the summer.

Three extra months to let his feelings bloom. Falling for a patron he saw a few times a month in the bar and a couple of additional encounters around campus.

Sure, he’d been seeing you all year! Running between buildings, or in the library late at night. But now that it was summer and there were far less people around, it was like he couldn’t step foot on campus without seeing you and it felt weird not acknowledging you.

He saw you chatting on the phone on a bench one day and gave you a friendly wave. Another time, coming out of the library holding a stack of books that you referred to as, just some light summer reading. When he noticed you studying at the library well into the evening on a hot July night, he even brought you an additional iced coffee. Of course, he barely said a word to you, not wanting to interrupt.

They were all little run-ins that made him wish he could try to pursue more with you but, he was damn sure you weren’t in the market for a relationship.

He’d lost count of the number of drinks he’d made per someone else’s request, watched as they approached you only to be shot down with your kind smile. But, knowing this fact also only made him more proud that you actually accepted the coffee from him that one night.

Most of those you did reject went away with sad eyes but a few stood their ground and tried to insist that you accept their oh, so generous offers. Katsuki or Taishiro were more than happy to show those people right out the door.

It was obvious you weren’t looking for anything, Kiri knew that, but, it didn’t stop his heart from damn near leaping out of his chest each time you walked into the bar, right up to the counter, and said your sweet hello to him.

He adored the couple of minutes he got your attention all to himself when he was making your drink, now officially known at the bar as the Thursday Night. He’d ask you what was new, how your week had gone, literally anything that came to mind for those short seconds he had with you and he cherished each of them.

It was a week before fall classes were due to start. The summer air gave way to a cool breeze in the late hours of the night. You’d walked home to your new apartment, having moved out of the dorms earlier in the summer, meaning you were now closer to the bar that had become a favorite hangout spot.

During the walk back home you welcomed the chill in the air, it was a nice change from the heat of the day and the warmth that clung around the bar. But, when you realized you’d have to go back out again, you groaned inwardly and pulled a hoodie over the sundress you’d had on.

It might have been an odd fashion choice in some people’s eyes but after two in the morning when you realized you forgot your wallet, you didn’t really give a shit about what you were wearing. The only thing you cared about was if someone would still be there to let you in and get it back.

It was a relief that the door was still propped open by a barstool, music flowing out, but when you walked in the place was practically empty, except for a certain redhead.

A redhead who you couldn’t deny you’d grown fond of over the many months. You couldn’t deny anymore that he was as easy on the eyes as he was to talk to. Always armed with a warm smile and a heartfelt laugh whenever you needed one. He even offered to help you with a stack of library books once when your overzealous self checked out one too many. And the coffee he brought you out of the blue… he’d wiggled his way into your heart whether you wanted him to or not.

You’d told yourself you wouldn’t date in your senior year and you hadn’t. A couple of one-night-stands… sure, but Kirishima was too sweet a man to be relegated to a single night of fun so, you admired him from across the bar and campus for the entire last year, a year that had been over for a while now. You just had to figure out if you were going to keep up your dating freeze…

Kiri had a broom in hand, sweeping under the stools that he had propped up on the bartop, humming along to the song that was playing. “Excuse me,” You called, not wanting to startle him.

“Sorry, miss,” He began but then turned around, “Oh, hey!” He beamed over at you.

“I know you’re closed but I–”

“Forgot your wallet?” He chuckled and walked back behind the bar. “Knew it was yours. Found it tucked back behind one of the booths, must’ve fallen.”

He walked it over to you and handed it right over. “I didn’t look inside, but, ‘m not sure if someone got to it before me… do ya wanna take a look and make sure everything’s there?”

You did as he suggested, flipping through your cards and making sure your cash was accounted for. “Looks like you got to it in time. Thank you, Kirishima.”

The man grinned when you said his name. “‘S no problem at all.”

There was no reason for you to stay, you’d gotten what you came for, and yet, your feet were stuck to the spot. It didn’t help that Kiri was rooted too, just looking down at you with those kind eyes.

“Did you… need anything else?” You shook your head but still didn’t move and, apparently, something about that was funny, making him adjust his hat while he chuckled, “Well, I’m just cleaning up for the night but, if you wanna stick around, you’re welcome to.”

You took him up on the offer, and for the first time, actually had a conversation at length with the man.

The bar had been clean for well over an hour, leaving the two of you sitting on stools, your legs swinging between his. Topic after topic went by, effortlessly bouncing from one right into another and it was becoming apparent that your dating freeze was hitting a thaw.

You couldn’t believe the things you had in common, all the likes and interests you both shared and never talked about in all the time he’d been pouring you drinks.

Neither of you realized the hour it had gotten to. Kirishima was completely surprised when the door that led to his flat swung open and his silver-haired roommate came stepping out with a yawn.

“Holy shit, dude, you’re still up!”

“Uh, yeah, guess I am.”

And then a pair of silvery eyes landed on you, “Oh, and now I can see why.” You’d seen him in the bar before, usually glimpses since he was often in the kitchen, but, he’d been up with Kirishima a time or two.

“Y/N, this is Tetsu, he’s my roommate and a bit of an early bird.”

“I like to run when the campus isn’t crawling with people.” He shrugged and zipped up the jacket he was wearing, slapping Kirishima on the shoulder before heading to the door. “She’s real cute, but, ya gotta sleep sometime.”

“Wouldyougetoutofhere!”

Tetsu left with a laugh and, even though you were really tempted to keep talking to the redhead, you needed to be getting at least a couple hours of sleep with your program starting in just a couple of days.

“Could I walk you home?” Kiri quickly asked when you slid off the stool.

“Oh, you don’t have to, I don’t live far.”

“I know I don’t have to… but I’d like to.”

And so, the two of you walked side by side the seven blocks to your apartment. Standing, staring at one another again, neither wanting to leave until he couldn’t just look into your eyes anymore.

He took the hat off his head and set it backward on yours, “Hey,” you giggled, “What’re you doin’?”

“Have you ever tried kissing someone with a ballcap on?” He reached around and flicked the bill of it, “The bill can make things difficult.”

Kiss? He said kiss. Your brain hurried to process that word, the question, and the sentence that followed.

“A-are you saying you wanna kiss me?”

“I’ve wanted to for a while now, feels like forever kinda.” Kiri nodded his head, “May I?”

You stood on your tiptoes to give him his answer, slotting your lips right against his and moving them slow when his hand cupped your cheek.

When a dog walker cleared her throat in annoyance, Kiri didn’t even dare move away from you, not ready for the moment to end just yet. He wrapped his free hand behind your back and guided you closer to your door, out of the way of street traffic where the two of you could take your time.

When you dropped back onto flat feet, he chased you for a second longer, stealing another kiss before pulling back.

“Worth the wait?”

“Fuck yes.” He hummed into a last kiss with you before actually calling it a night. Leaving you standing on your porch with a torrent of butterflies in your stomach that seemed to have just been waiting for the freeze to end.

“W-wait! You forgot your hat!”

“Hold onto it f’me! Just give it back when I see ya again!”

He didn’t have to wait very long. Not at all. You were back in the bar by eight that night, carrying his hat in your hands and walking right up to the bar. You beckoned him to lean forward with just a single finger and he did so without even thinking, letting you put it back on his head. First with the bill facing forward but you spun it around before he was able to back away. “Wouldn’t wanna make kissing difficult.”

“Can’t have that.” You shared a grin before crashing back into each other.

From then on, it became a game for the two of you. In the weeks that followed, when neither of you were brave enough to define what you were to the other, you could at least admit when you wanted affection from him.

It was simple really, you’d find a way to grab his hat and flip it around. He’d spin around until he found you, pull you close, or push you up against the nearest solid surface, leaving you completely breathless, and then promptly returning to whatever he was doing prior. You got your kicks out of watching him search for you, and he was enamored with your awe-struck face each time he pulled away from you.

Of course, he couldn’t take things too far, or else he was going to be popping boners at work and that didn’t sound like a good idea. Sure, Tetsu and his girlfriend, Itsuka, snuck off to the supply room a time or two but you and him weren’t there yet, not even close to it to both your dismay. Between classes and work, you were barely even able to come in to see him, and he hadn’t been able to take you out on a proper date like he desperately wanted.

That was why he’d been so excited when he heard your sweet voice calling to him on a Saturday night. He was stuck in the parking lot of the biggest football game of the season, running their little beer stand out of the back of his truck to bring in some extra cash for the bar. Two years ago, this had been his idea; sell the beer cheaper before the game. Hell, he even had people coming out during the game to buy it from them! But this year, fuck, he hated it.

He wanted to be with you, but you weren’t even planning on going to the game! With your first exam on Monday, he understood why but, he still missed you. So much so that when he heard an all too familiar, “Excuse me,” He almost didn’t believe it.

But, there you were, standing with a smile on your face and a cooler in your hands, and a blanket draped over your arm. “I’m afraid I don’t have your wallet this time.” He joked when he hopped down from the tailgate of his trunk and pressed his lips right against yours. He brushed your hair back, “Whatcha doin’ here, gorgeous?”

“My brain hurt… I needed a break, so, I thought I’d make you some dinner and join you.”

“You’re absolutely adorable.” He beamed and set the cooler down on the tailgate and then climbed back up in the bed, quickly pulling you up with him.

“By make,” you clarified when he opened the lid, “I mean I grabbed some bread, a few different lunchmeats, and cheeses…” he continued to pull out the sandwich supplies as you went over the things you brought.

With everything laid out on the blanket, he leaned over and kissed your temple. “It’s great, babe.” And he genuinely meant it, honored that you’d go through all this trouble for him.

Luckily, you both made it through sandwiches and half a bag of chips before the halftime crowd started pouring out. He brushed off his hands and kissed you quickly. “This shouldn’t take too long, be back in a couple minutes.”

Except Kirishima was quickly eating his words. He hasn’t expected a crowd this large to crowd around the small beer stand. Even on the biggest game of last year, there weren’t half as many people!

He worked as fast as he could, exchanging cash for cups, quickly glancing at the colorful bands on wrists that indicated age, but he couldn’t work fast enough.

“Hey,” he had even notice you leave his truck but suddenly your small hand was on his shoulder, making him stop for just a second, “I’ll get the drinks, you worry about the cash. ‘Kay?”

“Y–you totally don’t have to do that…” You didn’t sign up for this madness, you shouldn’t have to do a single thing right now!

But, all you did was smile up at him, “I know, but I wanna help.”

Damn, you really were incredible.

Together you worked through the crowd of people and about twenty minutes later, all were taken care of and nearly all the kegs had been empty.

“Don’t think I’m gonna make it ‘til the end of the game,” he noted and kicked one of the remaining kegs with the toe of his shoe.

And, he’d been right, not even halfway through the third quarter and the last drop was sold. Some part of him couldn’t believe it. He’d never sold out. Not completely. But, the bursting cash box and empty kegs couldn’t be denied.

There wasn’t much sense hanging around in the parking lot once everything was loaded back up in his truck.

You were leaning right against the passenger door when he slammed the tailgate shut, lifting his hat to wipe sweat off his brow as he walked around to you. “We can catch the rest of the game if you’d like… or I can take ya home if you wanna keep studying.”

“I think I’m all studied out for the night, but what if I don’t really wanna watch the game either?”

A smirk spread across his lips because he was getting familiar with that little glint in your eye.

“And what would you like to do instead?” He refused to get too hopeful, that is, until you pulled him down and pressed your lips right against his.

“Just wanna spend some time with you.” Your lips moved slowly against his when you spoke.

He eased you to the side so he could reach the door handle behind you. Kiri kept on kissing you while his hands ventured down to your waist, lifting you easily right up into his passenger seat. “Buckle up, babe. I’ve gotta couple ideas of how we can spend our time.”

When you decided not to buckle into the passenger side but rather went for the middle seat right beside him, that was when he decided to take the long way back to the bar.

Everyone in the little town was still at the game, that was why Kiri sat at the light for three cycles with his hands caught up in your hair and his tongue dancing with yours. The light switched to yellow when his lips moved along your jaw. “Wanna take you out,” he nipped at your ear.

“We can go out whenever, Eijiro…” Gods, hearing you say his name was so addicting, “just, not tonight, okay? Just want you tonight.”

He’d made it to your collarbone when the light was casting a red glow over you both. “Just us t’night. You got it.” And then it changed again to green.

You were bringing his lips back to yours when a car horn blared behind you causing laughter to flood his cab and pour out the open windows.

It happened three more times before you’d made it back to the bar. Make outs at every red light, and in between them your hand was on his thigh, soft lips kissing and sucking at his neck making his jeans unbelievably tight.

“Just gotta, fuck—“ He was panting against your lips when you finally got back, parked near the kitchen entrance, “get everythin’ inside, then ‘m all yours, darling. Promise.”

While you went into the bar to wait, Kiri had never unloaded his truck faster in his entire life. Piling the empty kegs just inside the door, nearly forgetting the cash box inside his truck, all in a hurry to get back to you as quickly as he could.

He found you just on the other side of the bar waiting for him, “C’mere.” He groaned and pulled you flush against him, trapping you between the counter and his body.

His hands couldn’t stop moving. Wanting, needing, to feel every part of you that you’d allow. Sighing when you let him palm your breasts and moaning when he couldn’t help but rut against you. But, what really did him in was watching you sink to your knees in front of him. Not breaking eye contact until you had his belt undone and pants loose around his hips.

He was so proud of the way you gawked at just the outline of him clearly displayed in his boxers. Precum already darkened a patch of the fabric.

You were biting down on your lower lip when he pulled his boxers down for you. But the moment he had his hand around his shaft, you already had those perfect lips parted, and he could’ve cum on the spot from the sight alone.

“What a good girl,” He purred and set the tip on your tongue, letting you taste the arousal that had formed. “Been wantin’ this, have ya?” Your lips closed around him with a hum and he smiled, brushing back your hair.

Your small hand replaced his, working his length with your fist while you took more and more of him in your mouth. He rested his hands on the bar top above you for balance, easing his hips forward, and stopping the moment you gag with a little,”’m sorry.”

You were quick to start again though, try to get him past that deliciously tight bend of your throat and, fuck, did he want that. Wanted to see your cute nose nestled against the neatly trimmed dark hair at his base.

It took a few minutes and a couple tries, he even stopped at a point to make sure you want to continue when he saw tears prick your eyes but you just put your mouth right back on him, and damn if he wasn’t in love. It was too soon to say that though, right? Corny to first say it in the middle of sex… he vaguely recalled Katsuki saying something like that once, so he settled for, “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He moved a hand to your hair, helping you move right along his cock, holding himself deep in your throat. “Never had anyone take me this well,” And he meant it. He really was stunned at the way you opened up for him.

“Damn, babe, ‘m feelin’ close…” you could tell by the way his hand curled into a fist, pulling lightly at your roots. “Want my cum down your throat? Can you swallow it all up, pretty girl?”

His cock twitched when you enthusiastically nod your head and he nearly busts right then but he takes a slow breath, watching your stunning eyes and hearing the way your nails claw at his jean-covered thighs. “Little more, baby, just a litt—“

He stopped talking instantly, thinking he heard something in the kitchen. His hips froze, the tip of his cock deep down your throat while he listened and you remained perfectly still below him.

“Ei! You lazy shit! Couldn’t move these away from the fuckin’ door!”

“Shit!” Kiri hissed and you could both hear Tetsu kicking one of the metal kegs out of his way. There was just enough time for him to pull out of your mouth and slip his cock back into his boxers before the kitchen door swung open and his roommate walked through.

“Really?” Tetsu barked the moment he saw him. Kiri was sure he was covered, leaning enough that his friend couldn’t see his belt hanging loose or the fact his pants were wide open… never mind that he had you with swollen lips and watery eyes just under him.

“Hey, man, thought you were going to that after-party.”

Tetsu’s brows furrowed at his friend's demeanor, and Kiri’s heart raced faster, “I was— I am. Itsuka and I both are but,” he started to walk to the side of the bar and for a moment Kiri genuinely feared he was about to come around it but he stopped just short.

“She forgot her jacket earlier and asked me to grab it.” He pulled it from below the counter. “I— uh, think I’m just gonna stay at her place tonight…” He started to walk back towards the kitchen, “give you and Y/N the apartment for the night. Sorry I interrupted, by the way!”

“HOW’D YOU?!”

He chuckled and pushed the door back open but pointed just behind Kiri. “Mirror on the back wall. Nice shark boxers, by the way! See ya later, you two!”

Kiri let his head fall to the bar top, cheeks tinged pink with a bit of embarrassment as he gave you a heartfelt apology. “Guess I was a little eager and forgot he’s got a key.” But, he knew there shouldn’t have any more interruptions.

Only five people held keys to the bar, he and Tetsu were two of them. Fat being the owner obviously had one but he’d be taking his toddler twins home from the game right now. Mina took off on vacation yesterday and Katsuki was probably already in bed.

You stood up between his arms. “He didn’t kill the mood though, did he?” You asked and he could see the hesitation in your eyes, worried that he might wanna call it here, but, absolutely nothing had been ruined in Kiri’s mind.

“Oh, hell no,” He smirked and bent to grab you and set you on the edge of the bar, “Didn’t kill a damn thing.”

Kiri hurried to return the generosity you’d given him just minutes before as soon as he was sure you were alone again. He helped ease you out of your jeans and panties, haphazardly folding them before setting them on a stool rather than just throwing them on the bar floor. He lowered himself, kissing your thighs before he set each of them over his broad shoulders, and then ate like a man starved.

“Fuck, Eiji,” He wasn’t shy about it like some other people you’d been with. No, he was determined, searching for the perfect roll of his tongue that made you cry out his name, figuring out what he could do to make your eyes roll back. He watched, he paid attention, and it showed.

Before he’d even began, he flipped that hat around so the bill of it wasn’t poking at your tummy but, you knocked it right off his head when he found that perfect spot. Your fingers curled in his hair trying so hard to keep him in place even as your legs started to tremble.

You whined when he pressed a finger into your sensitive hole, still fluttering from your high. “I know,” he murmured close to your ear, “we can stop if ya like, just say the word.”

You knew he would too. He hadn’t rushed a single thing with you, hell, you two had barely gone beyond making out before tonight. You just wanted that to change. He was going to be a gentleman, do everything by the book unless you threw that book right out the window.

You wanted more from him tonight. Wanted it for quite a while now.

“Don’t stop,” you panted, with his finger knuckle deep, “Please, don’t stop.”

You saw him smirk before he dipped his head to kiss along your neck, nipping at the skin when he started to pump the single digit in and out of you.

“Wan’nother, Eiji, please.” And he gave it to you without even lifting his head, too busy sucking a pretty purple mark just below your neckline and lazily stroking his length with his free hand.

He was trying to split you open but it wasn’t enough. He was doing his best to prep you and, after having his cock stuffed down your throat, you were thankful for it, but you still wanted more. Rocking your hips slightly, fucking his fingers deeper into your cunt made him pull off your neck, “Feelin’ a little needy, baby?” It was more than a little but you nodded your head. “Awe, think you can take me, yet? Wouldn’t wanna hurt’cha.”

He slipped in a third for good measure when you opened your mouth to answer, causing a moan to spill out before any words could. “Y–yeah, Ei, I can. Wan it.”

“Oh yeah? How bad?”

You saw his cock twitch when you whined in desperation. “Really, really bad! Please, need to feel you inside of me.”

“It’s a need now?” He chuckled, curling his fingers a final time inside of you before pulling them out. “Guess you just gotta tell me if you want it right here or if you want me to take you up to bed first?”

“Here!” Rolling your hips, feeling his tip that he laid between your folds. “Don’t wanna wait.”

“But, it’s just up those stairs,” He teased you mercilessly, finally catching on your dripping hole, “it’d only take a minute, cutie.”

Your eyes screwed shut, feeling like you might combust, “Minute’s too long,” Ankles locked around him, pulling yourself forward so his fat tip popped right inside with a wanton moan from the both of you.

He let your walls clamp down on him a couple of times, adjusting to him while he peppered kisses over your jaw and started pressing forward when your ankles pushed into his back again. He’d stop when your breath would hitch, giving you a moment before continuing, eventually burying all his inches inside you.

“Lemme know when I can move, alright?” He kissed your lips slow for your sake and his own, not wanting this to end too soon.

When you gave him the go-ahead, he still wasn’t in any hurry. Retracting his hips barely any before rutting shallowly back into you, keeping you close to him. His forehead pressed to yours, breath mingling together in little huffed-out pants. He hit all the right places after a couple minutes of shifting his hips and listening to your quiet instruction and it had you seeing stars.

Your fingers clung to the back of his cotton shirt, leaving a mark of your own on his skin except you weren’t thinking about him hiding it. Just hanging on while he chased his high, not wanting to topple over the edge again, not without him.

“In–inside? Baby, can I?”

“Yeah,”

“Birth control?”

“Mmhm!”

“Thank fuck–!” He groaned and picked up his pace and your back arched against the bar as he reached a new angle.

He wrapped an arm behind you, keeping you elevated and hitting your clit with each thrust. Your eyes screwed shut, that cord fraying. “That’s it, cutie, give it t’me.” His grip tightened, the closer you got to the edge, pulling you onto him just as much as he was fucking in.

“Know ya wanna.” He egged you on, “Can feel your needy little cunt squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” His voice was low in your ear again, “Cum on my cock, baby girl, just f’me.”

That fraying cord snapped, unraveled and you came undone right before his eyes. “That’s my girl.” He chuckled at your wide eyes and unhinged jaw and fucked you right through your orgasm.

But, your spasming tight walls made it impossible for him to last much longer, too far gone from the head you’d given him, and he was painting your walls white before he knew it. Hips stuttering before he imbedded himself deep one more time and remained there while your cunt milked him.

He pulled you off the bar and easily into his arms while he took a seat on one of the stools, settling you nicely in his lap with his cock still stuffed inside so you both could rest easily. He brushed back some of your hair that was clinging to your forehead and kissed both your cheeks. “Feelin’ alright, cutie? Anything you need?”

You shook your head, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “Just you.”

His chest rumbled with a breathy laugh. “You’ve got me, babe, promise.”

“Think I could stay the night?”

He leaned his head back to look at you. “Of course, you can! My girl’s welcome over whenever she wants!”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. “Your girl?”

Kiri shrugged his arms around you. “I wanted to like, officially ask you to be my girlfriend when I took you out on a proper first date, but,”

“School…”

“And work.” He added with a groan, “We can still wait until we can do that if you’d like.”

“No!” You both started to laugh at your hurried answer. “I–I just mean, I don’t really see the point in holding off. I like you, Eiji, a whole lot,” And you could see your affection returned in his own loving gaze, “And I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

He kissed you soundly, his thumb caressing your jaw before both his hands settled behind your knees and he stood. “C’mon.” He grabs your folded clothes and his pants from off the floor while you hang onto him. “‘M feelin’ like a late-night snack.”

“Me?” You tease with a giggle as he heads for the door upstairs, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“First of all,” You open the door for him, “You are a gods damn meal, not just a snack.” And then he’s digging out the apartment key from his pants pocket. “More specifically,” He finally gets his door open and brings you inside. “Dessert. The best part of any damn meal. My favorite.”

You rolled your eyes while he playfully munched on your neck. “Alright! Alright!” And wiggled out of his arms laughing, “Let’s get you some food before you actually eat me!”

Snacks littered his coffee table, half of them forgotten as you got lost in each other again and again with his television playing some midnight special that neither of you gave a damn about. Far too concerned with each other than anything else in the entire world.

Kiri awoke on his sofa with the tv still on and you laying atop his bare chest. There was another knock at his door, the cause of him suddenly arising. He eased you off him and covered you up better with the blanket since you were only in his t-shirt before hurrying over to the door.

“Morning, Coach,” He tried to block the doorway but knew Taishiro could easily see overtop his head, “I’m real sorry about those kegs, I’ll get ‘em put away real soon–”

“‘S fine, Ei, take your time.” From behind his back, he pulled Kiri’s hat that you’d knocked off his head last night. “Found this on the floor and got a little worried. Almost never see ya without the thing and then the kegs… I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

“Oh!” He’d completely forgotten to grab it with the rest of your clothes. “Yeah, yeah, we’re– I mean, I’m totally fine.”

“We?” His former coach smiled and his eyes flicked to your sleeping form quickly and then he noticed all the little marks you’d left across Kiri’s skin, “Ah, well, ‘s about time.” He took a step back to head down to the bar, “Take the night off. Take her on that date finally.”

“Yes, sir!” Kiri grinned, and his brain instantly started sifting through a million different places he wanted to take you, trying to settle on the best ones to make a truly perfect first date.

“Everything okay?” He turned when he heard your sleep-laced voice, saw your pretty eyes blinking open, looking right at him and all his plans were put on pause to commit this moment to memory instead.

Planning a perfect first date could wait because this morning with you it was already, “Perfect.”

#gosh im palpitating #hyperventilating #all that jazz #fic recs

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