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tootiecakes234 · 3 months

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MHA guys reacting to hearing you be mean to yourself:

Izuku: man pauses and just stares at you. After he gets over the initial shock that the love of his life is criticizing his favorite person he sits you down, pulls out his handy dandy notebook and lists off the reasons he has written down that he absolutely adores about you.

Katsuki: takes those as fighting words. Puts you in a headlock until you list 5 things you like about yourself. Warns you not to do that shit again or he will seriously kick you ass the next time.

Eijirou: pulls you into his arms/lap and asks you why you’re feeling that way. Gives you words of reassurance and is very physically comforting. Asks that next time you’re feeling that way you come straight to him.

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hauntedhokage · 8 months

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Established!Kirishima/F!Reader & Kirishima/Bakugou

Slow burn Bakugou/F!Reader for eventual poly!Kirishima/F!Reader/Bakugou

series summary: you’re a successful news woman in a very happy relationship with top 5 hero Red Riot…who’s boyfriend is very hard to read and you low key think he hates you. Eijiro knows him better, though, and knows that Katsuki just has a crush but doesn’t have the emotional capacity to do anything about it. All it takes are some well placed nudges, and a little patience.

series warnings: slow burn (like…very slow), Bakugou & Kirishima have an open relationship, miscommunications galore between reader and bakugou, smut in part 04 (so far)

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New chapters posted weekly on Wednesdays - chapter list below the cut

01: Stolen Shirt

02: Introductory Lunch

03: Awkward Encounters

04: Date Night

05: Corrective Measures

06: Fight Night

07: Aftershock

08: On the Mend

09: Planted

10: Patching Up

11: Dance

12: Early Mornings

13: The Date

14: Proposals

15: Proposals pt 2

16: Delivery

17: Smitten

....other parts TBA

Said "sugar make it slow and we'll come together fine"

All we need is just a little patience

#alp masterlist #hh.masterlist #alp #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou imagine #kirishima x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo imagine #kiribaku #mha fanfic #bnha fanfic

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angelshimaa-archive · 2 years

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𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 — 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔.

⁰⁰¹ feat :: kirishima eijirou x gn!reader

⁰⁰² genre :: fluff

⁰⁰³ warnings :: eijirou being a cute idiot drunk on love, reader is called ‘baby’ and ‘pretty’, lots of laughing and smiling <3 lemme know if i missed anything !

⁰⁰⁴ a/n :: this is so self indulgent i’m not even sorry :) i rediscovered this idea in my notes and i had to make something out of it i love him sm oml, thanks to @softiefeli who’s love for this from the beginning just helped it blossom :)

index. collections.

❝ i dreamt about you, y’know. ❞

already, a light smile creeps up onto your face when you turn to look at him.

“really now?”

eijirou swings his arm over the edge of the balcony slowly, fingertips grazing the paint covered surface. his other arm rests on the top, cushioning the side of his face as he lays it back on it.

with the way he gazes up at you, he might as well have been drunk on sun.

hell, eijirou was drunk on you in the sun.

“mhm. i don’t remember all the details, but god i remember this really pretty, stunning, gorgeous, amazing, dazzling vision,” he pauses, listening to your laughter ringing in the air. “riiiight in front of me. pretty sure it was the prettiest thing i’ve seen ever.”

his faint smile grows, laziness lingering in his heart eyes. red irises change colour in the presence of the setting sun, amplifying warmth that already lay in his gaze.

“pretty sure you were smiling too, just like that. probably why you seemed to glow so much. m’surprised i didn’t go blind, pretty.”

“mhm—” the giggle is hard to smother, opting to cover your mouth a little with your hand to aid in the cause. you can feel the lips against your fingers, spread so wide your cheeks would hurt soon if you continued.

“then what?”

eijirou’s gaze tilts up briefly towards the sky, at the sun painting across the fluffy clouds with warm honey. then, as his line of vision drops and settles on the one sight he never wants to leave for too long, the hand with the arm he’d let hang moves closer to your hand.

“i don’t know,” his grin is stupidly wide as he lightly holds your hand. “maybe i held your hand like this, and never let go till i woke up.” he chuckles, letting out a little puff of air.

“hey, maybe i kissed you. maybe you kissed me. i don’t know,” he raises his head, smugness looping all over his sun-kissed face.

“i do know that it’s a dream right now, baby.”

you laugh once more, eyes never leaving his.

“that was a horrible buildup, ei,” you shake your head slightly, knowing all too well you would make his dream come true if he asked nonetheless.

“aww noooo, you won’t help your manly boyfriend make his dream come true?” his lips curve into a pout, eyes trying their best to sparkle in a way that’ll convince you otherwise.

you cave— nothing new; always for him— with a chuckle when you move closer and kiss him softly, feeling the contagious smile pressing against your lips as you do.

when you pull away, the dazed look he takes on swells in his hooded eyes as he blinks slowly, grin permanently plastered on him.

“now i can say i’ve really been sun-kissed.”

the air is sweet and your smiles are sweeter, another secret the two of you share standing at that balcony, gazing at the sun heading to bed.

and eijirou wishes nothing more than to taste more of your presence, sweeter than syrup and twice as golden.

. ˳⁺⁎˚ 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫 !! ˚⁎⁺˳ .

posted :: 17.07.2022

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ttobiitea · 1 year

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[ ttobiitea ] sent: “cozy - ft. e/kirishima!”

“yn, we’ve been studying for the past three hours. i - i don’t think my brain can take it anymore!” eijirou exclaims, throwing his pencil down in frustration. “it’s getting late anyway; can’t we just, i don’t know, call it a night?”

yn sighs and looks up from her paper. eijirou’s pulled this act three times tonight. once every hour. “ei, my sweet, precious boy,” she reaches over to caress his cheek, a kind smile on her face. “no,” she says bluntly, smile disappearing.

eijioru pulls his face away and groans loudly, falling back onto the floor with a thud.

“i’m sorry,” yn says softly, setting her things down to go lie down beside him. “you can stop if you want, ei. i’m not forcing you to study,” she laughs a little.

he hums, hugging her tighter to his body. he presses his lips to her hairline and inhales deeply. “i know, angel. i just don’t want to fall asleep before you’re done.”

yn hums back at him, closing her eyes. she yawns and opens her eyes. “you gotta let me go,” she sounds tired, “i can’t fall asleep yet, you know that, ei.”

“mhm,” he says, already half asleep. “i won’t let you fall asleep, angel. just a few more minutes, ‘kay?”

yn nods against his chest, letting her eyes close. “just a few more minutes,” her voice is quieter now.

eijirou yawns, which makes yn yawn again.

soon, soft snores are coming from yn. eijirou smiles, eyes remaining shut. “goodnight yn,” he whispers, kissing her forehead once more.

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animeniac-writings · 1 year

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Kirishima's Jacob's Ladder. - Piercing Series

Anime: Boku no Hero Academia

Kirishima with Jacob's Ladder piercings and while they're healing he more than makes sure that you're sated with his mouth and tongue piercing until you can try out the others.

Being so turned on just seeing the metal barbels added to his cock and feeling just as tortured by him that you can't do much to them yet.

Kirishima happy to let you do whatever you want to him and whining pitifully how you keep making him hard just to see the silver on his length.

Gently, so gently, running the tips of your fingers along the raised flesh. Volunteering each time he needs to clean the piercings and holding a thin saline dampened cloth well on them so you can feel each bump through the fabric.

As soon as they become a little more healed, (1-2 weeks of salivating each time you get a glimpse) you'll wet your lips and leave a soft, loving kiss over each one.

When the itching starts? that need to mess with a piercing like a loose tooth? it feels healed enough, he just needs to do something to it.

Kirishima begs you, will beg on his knees for some help. Whether fucking him or jerking him off, cool metal and slick pre-cum making you glide over metal. Sure it's a little sore afterwards, a little swollen and stings when he moves for a bit after, but his chest is heaving with labored breaths and he gives you a grin that he tries to be sheepish but is just too satisfied and fucked out for much.

#Kirishima Eijirou x reader #Kirishima Eijirou imagine #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #mha x reader #mha imagine #my stuff

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agendercrisisx · 1 year

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Kirishima holding onto your waist and bouncing you up and down on Bakugous cock. Him laying on the table, relaxed and almost asleep. While kirishimas strong arms was working you on his friends cock.

Maybe someone comes in looking and the scenery before quickly walking back out. But not before both boys took notice of the way you clenched tightly while you were being watched.

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angelshimaa · 6 months

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━━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 ;; 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒

⤷ feat. bakugou and kirishima <3

✧ cw :: gn!reader, qualifies as fluff, eijirou calls reader 'pretty' as a petname bc i say he does, reader calls kirishima 'eiji'

✧ a/n :: based off this !! tbh i wrote this so quickly, but i wrote it and that's that !!

katsuki's footsteps match yours as you walk side by side while he listens to you. you're musing about something; it could be anything and everything under the sun and he holds onto your every word, trying to look at you while keeping his focus on the bustle of the city roads.

as much as he wants to keep listening, the speeding of cars right next to you (a little exaggeration) has a drop of unease causing him the slightest discomfort.

it's quick and smooth, the way he tugs gently onto your sleeve and pulls you to the other side of him. a little startled, you let out an 'oh!' and turn your face to look at him.

"i don't trust your dumbass to not stumble into the road."

red eyes look ahead but you know he's aware of the way you look at him, a smile playing on your lips.

"such a gentleman, katsuki—"

he snorts. "shut it. now, go on."

only katsuki tells you to shut up and continue talking in the same breath. with a small chuckle, you pick up where you left off, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you replay your boyfriend's motions in your head.

you step out of the store with eijirou following right behind you, carrying the new clothes he 'helped' you pick out.

"all you did was react the same to every item of clothing, eiji!" your head is turned back to look at him, and as you walk out into the street you watch him laugh lightly, oh so beautifully.

"not my fault you look gorgeous in everything, pretty— woah there!"

now alert, your eyes don't leave eijirou as his steps quicken a little, closing whatever gap lay between the two of you. his hand guides you to the side after he places it against the small of your back, and you find that he's put himself in between you and the busy road you weren't paying attention to.

"there we go! gotta keep my pretty outta the way of danger." his sharp teeth flash at you in a proud grin.

"such a manly man you are, eiji," you play along and somehow his grin grows brighter.

he reaches for and grasps the bag of clothing you hold, passes it to the hand farthest from you and reaches for your free hand.

his fingers interlock with yours and you can't help but smile at how cute he is.

"always for you, pretty."

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

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iwassupremacy · 4 days

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Pro hero Kirishima Eijirou with a pillow princess because hello? All he ever wants to do is settle between your thighs and have you tremble every chance he gets. He doesn’t need you to do anything. In fact, he wants you to just lay there and take it. He had a stressful day at work? He eats pussy. He had a fight with Bakugou? He eats pussy. He hasn’t seen you in a long time because of his job? He eats pussy. He loves how gorgeous you look laying down on his bed and arching your back. And of course you love it too. Who are you to complain when all you ever have to do is look pretty and moan his name.

mdni

#kirishima eijirou #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #mha x reader #mha kirishima #bnha kirishima #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima eijiro imagine

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luvbugs-blog · 4 months

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while bakugo and kirishima are extremely muscular, sero and todoroki have sleeper builds and i will die on that hill

#bakugo #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima imagine #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #sero hanta #sero hanta x reader #hanta sero x reader

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simply-trash5 · 3 months

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Just thinking about how these boys love their chubby lil girlfriend/boyfriend/partner.

All soft plush thighs to lay on and fluffy tummy to nuzzle their faces in and bite.

How they love to see the way their ass cheek rebounds when they give it a playful little swat.

*sigh*

The boys in question: Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero.

#self indulgent #bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #bnha fluff #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #sero hanta #hanta sero x reader #anons welcome #send me anons #send me things

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tootiecakes234 · 4 months

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Smut warning:

Men that have huge , thick ass dicks but try so hard to be sweet when they are entering you.

“It’s ok pretty girl, it’s gonna fit. Relax for me while I stretch your tight little pussy out.”

And all you can do is lay there and take it. It always fit, but it always takes time for him to work his way inside.

Gentle fucking giant he is.

*Izuku, Eijirou, Ushijima, Tengen, Yuji, Reiner, and of your faves

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hauntedhokage · 5 months

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PART 10: Patching Up

WORD COUNT: Thread by thread you're coming to accept that Bakugou really doesn't hate you.

SUMMARY: 1.5k

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“We haven’t had a true date night in a while.”

The comment from Eijirou has you pausing in your apple slicing, and he doesn’t miss the chance to pull a slice from the cutting board to snack on while you’re distracted. “I’m not complaining, though. It’s something Bakugou brought up and wanted to make sure we were okay without that time.”

Of course it was something Bakugou had brought up. But that made you wonder if he was getting that time he needed with his boyfriend as well. Was bringing it up a hint or were you reading too much into it? Probably a yes to the latter, since Bakugou wasn’t the type to tip-toe around a topic when he was talking to Eijirou, but you can’t help but be a bit nervous when the blonde was making observations about your relationship. Things were better, but they still weren’t perfect.

“I hadn’t really thought about it, being honest.” You finally state after a moment of consideration, setting down the knife beside your half sliced apple so you could properly turn to look at your boyfriend. “I feel like we’re still getting that time, are you doing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m not upset about it by any means. I also hadn’t really noticed until he brought it up.”

It was interesting to you that Bakugou would bring it up at all. Not surprising that he’d notice by any means, since the blonde paid attention to everything, but he wouldn’t necessarily comment. Especially where your relationship with Eijirou was concerned. Now you were thinking the worst, and can’t stop yourself from voicing the first thought that came to mind.

“He’s not sick of us being here all the time, is he?”

“No, baby, that’s not it at all.”

“Are you and him getting the time you need? Like, I’m not-”

“You’re not intruding, not taking anything from him. He’s not upset, take a deep breath and relax.” And you do, letting him take your hands in his and holding them to his chest as he takes a deep breath. On the second breath you follow the action, smiling up at your boyfriend as he grins down at you. “Do you wanna go out on a date tonight?”

“Dinner and the arcade?”

“What about the mini golf place?”

“That new one? Nah, let the hype die down first. Last time we went somewhere new people thought I was doing a promo piece on it.”

“We got in for free though,” he reminds, and you roll your eyes as you pull away so you can go back to slicing your apple. “Arcade is good too. Scores on the strength meter reset last week so I gotta reclaim my throne anyway.”

“The only other people who try that thing are like twelve, babe.”

“I'm an inspiration to grow up and get big and strong.”

“More like overly competitive,” you counter, smacking his hand to keep him from taking another apple slice. “If you wanted me to slice an apple for you, you should’ve asked.”

“Is it too late to ask?”

“Considering you already ate half of my apple, yes.”

You elect to ignore the pathetic whine that leaves him, instead moving what was left of your apple onto the small plate before taking the cutting board to the sink to deal with after you’d finished your snack. You had work to do anyway, he could fend for himself for a couple hours. He doesn’t join you at the kitchen table, instead turning right where you had turned left while saying that he was going to pick out your date night outfit to leave you one less thing to worry about today, and that gives you the moment of freedom from his concerned gaze at how concerned you still were about Bakugou and how the blonde potentially felt about you.

You hated that you couldn’t just let things happen. He’d told you that he’d never hated you, he’d saved your life, he’d bought you a massive palm that was staring back at you - the palm that only ever brought a smile to your face whenever you looked at it. He was trying and trying so hard, why was it so hard for you to accept that he was okay with you being around? Why was your first instinct to assume that he had a problem whenever he was brought up? That wasn’t fair to him in any way.

Maybe Bakugou and I need our own date night? You ponder, clicking your pen idly as you consider it. Technically you were going to that community center opening together, but did that count as a date? You didn’t see why it couldn’t, but you also felt that he maybe needed something a bit more private to be comfortable calling it a date. You’d ask Eijirou for his thoughts when he came back from raiding his closet and dresser for a suitable outfit.

“How come you haven’t worn this shirt in a while?” The question comes fifteen minutes later and has you looking up over your laptop to see Eijirou holding up one of your blouses, the black one with the white and orange flowers. The one you’d worn the day you yelled at Bakugou at the news station, the one you’d been staring at every time you saw it neatly folded on the shelf above their washing machine over the last couple of months. The one that reminded you that Bakugou had tried to extend an olive branch and you’d snapped it in two without thinking twice, extending the suffering for the both of you. “It’s one of my favorites and I miss seeing you in it.”

“The button came off,” you explain simply, choosing to leave out the rest of the history that shirt held for the sake of avoiding a conversation about how bad you felt about that day. “I’ve been meaning to take it to the dry cleaner to have them fix it since I can’t but I keep forgetting. The last few weeks have been a bit much.”

“Yeah, fair. Which button was it?”

“The top one. Not really one I use, but I don’t want to lose the button either.”

“You sure you’re not thinking of a different shirt?” He asks, earning a raised brow from you as you lean back in your seat. “Because the button is attached?”

“No, it was that one because that’s the-” you catch yourself, standing from your chair so you can cross the flat to get to where he’s standing with your shirt in hand. He hands it over easily, concern obvious on his features as he watches you closely inspect the button. “I swear it was this one. This is the shirt I was wearing when I yelled at Bakugou at the station, he had offered to- oh my god.”

“What?”

“He fixed it.” You whisper, looking closely at the threads that held the imitation pearl button in place before comparing it to a button that you knew wasn’t damaged. Sure enough, the threads on the fixed button were brighter than the worn threads of the others - meaning that they were newer. “Katsuki fixed the button.”

It was something that was so small in the grand scheme of things, but in this moment with the history that you had with the blonde it meant everything. He had taken the time to locate your shirt and reattach the button and patch the small tear, even though he had nothing to do with the damage to your shirt. He’d only been there when it happened, that’s all.

“I’m not good at this shit, but I don’t hate you. Never have.”

He said that to you at the hospital, and you can only laugh to yourself at the fact that he was terrible at this shit. But, clearly, so were you if you’d resigned yourself to never wearing a shirt until you remembered to take it to the dry cleaners when you knew the blonde was capable of fixing it and you just didn’t want to ask.

“God, I suck,” you whisper, lowering the fabric to see Eijirou watching you with a concerned frown. “I suck so much, Eiji.”

“Not right now, baby. You did then, but how you both were then isn’t how you are now,” he reasons, gently pulling the blouse from you and draping it over his shoulder. “Then, yeah, you both sucked a lot but I think it’s safe to say you’ve both grown out of it and are a lot better now.”

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts, and no more living in the past.” His tone is very final as he gently squeezes your hands, and you can only nod while biting your bottom lip. “Stop worrying, or I’ll kiss that frown off your face.”

“That’s the opposite of a threat, Eijirou,” you tease, finally smiling as he pulls you in for a kiss. “He’s out all night?”

“Yeah, why?” You only look up at him, eyebrow raised as your fingers play with the hair at the base of his neck. “Oh! You don’t want to go out anymore?”

“I’d rather have you kiss the frown off of my face, Eiji.”

#alp #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou imagine #kirishima x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo imagine #kiribaku #mha fanfic #bnha fanfic

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angelshimaa-archive · 2 years

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♡̶ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 — 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔.

⁰⁰¹ genre :: angst

⁰⁰² warnings :: mentions of insecurity (about what isn’t specified), gn!reader, reader not knowing how to be them again

⁰⁰³ a/n :: heavy heavy projecting here but it’s okay ig, special mention to @softiefeli who saw it first <3

you knew how much kirishima loved you.

there was no way you didn’t— no way you couldn’t. he knew how to show love, how to show care in a way that had everyone knowing. yet, he managed to make you feel like the rarest gem every discovered— oh so special to him for the way it gleamed.

and eijirou would go a thousand— a million miles— for his gem. for that shine you possess that he just can’t seem to get used to. that glimmer, that twinkle that has him oh so hypnotised and knee deep— neck deep in love.

you knew how much kirishima loved you.

yet, you couldn’t stop the insecurity seeping into your mind. you couldn’t help how your shine dimmed, how your gleam disappeared as if it’d never been there to begin.

and oh, how he tried to bring back that gleam of yours. he swore that sparkle in your eyes would return home, right in your pretty irises, that he’d do all he could just to have his gem glow again.

you knew how much kirishima loved you.

yet, it felt selfish, the way you let him care for you. it felt so bad, the way he poured all his comfort into you, comfort and energy that could’ve been used to help another grow.

you couldn’t have him wishing and tending to and caring for something that didn’t feel possible of glimmering again. you couldn’t have him looking for something that might’ve been lost forever.

it was pointless to let someone water a plant with damaged roots.

you knew how much kirishima loved you.

there was no way you couldn’t. no way to dismiss the distances he’d travel, the lengths he’d go just to find you.

yet, how could you expect him to do that when you couldn’t find yourself?

. ˳⁺⁎˚ 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫 !! ˚⁎⁺˳ .

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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♡︎𝐓𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚♡︎

Day 16 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: he's always been obsessed with your tits.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

556 words.

Kirishima Eijirou was a "tits over ass any day" kind of man. It seemed as if every ten seconds had him reaching up your shirt to manhandle one of his stressballs.

"They're just so... Squishy... -a-and soft-"

That's exactly what your boyfriend said when you asked why he was so enamoured with them. Once deep, scarlet hues are now reduced to a thin ring around wide pupils, and past swollen lips lie sharp teeth that you find yourself wanting embedded into your breasts.

You love his obsession with your breasts. You're proud of your body, the self love that you'd been teaching yourself rearing it's head and finding a way to the light. Although, Eijirou, the sweetheart that he is, just loves your breasts because they're yours.

He lays behind you on the couch while the TV plays a movie that neither of you are really paying all that much attention to. The light illuminates you both, setting the mood in the otherwise dark room, while Kirishima fondles your breast absent mindedly. He's just doing it for fun - just because it's there, really, but that doesn't explain the sudden twitch you feel at your lower back.

Oh.

"Hey babe, what's up?...

"I want-... I- I want-.… To fuck them..."

Sorry, what?

Surely he doesn't mean...

"You wanna fuck who, now?"

He just snorts and mumbles into the back of your neck, giving you goosebumps as you feel his chest rumble against your back.

"No, silly... I wanna fuck your tits..."

Huh. Well at least you're not stunned and confused anymore. Now your just stunned. The idea seems fun, and the thought does bring a familiar heat between your thighs. You just wonder what's brought this on.

In reality, he's always fantasized about fucking your tits. It's the very image that gets him off when you're not there to help him, but he's finally got the confidence to ask for it now.

"... Alright. I don't see why not~"

He's almost cries at the relief of not being rejected immediately, rolling on top of you before you can say anything against it. Suddenly, your chest is met with cold air as you're stripped of your shirt, your bare breasts being massaged and pushed together.

He just loves to squeeze and play with them, though he wastes no time unzipping his fly and pushing down his pants. His cock, already at full mast, is an angry red at the tip, leaking precum all over his hand while he moans and shivers, staring at your tits like a man hypnotised.

You slowly push your tits together for him, giving him a teasing smirk as he practically drools, too aroused to be his usual, gentlemanly self. In seconds, he's kneeling over you with a hungry look in his eyes, pressing his cock between the little valley between your breasts, groaning at the contact. Pleasure shoots up his spine as his head is flung back, his eyes tearing up and his hips rutting shakily.

Each time the little head peaks out from the top of your breasts you reward it with a lick, and he practically falls apart exactly like you wanted him to. He's never came so quickly in his life, but you don't mind even as your face and chest is smeared in his spend.

He almost faints.

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