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bluwurld · 2 years
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i love love love manipulative kirishima, he’s even meaner than bakugo but he still gives you the warmest smiles, makes you think he’s everything you’ve ever wanted.
Kirishima has you wrapped around his finger in no time. Doing the most just so he can get in between your pretty thighs, fuck your sensitive cunt so good. He’ll have sweet, shy little you begging for him to shove his big cock inside you, you both know he’s way too big for you to take. But he’s the perfect man right? You’d do anything to please him right?
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ms-fade · 7 months
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College!Class-1a! X Fem!Reader 18+Drabble
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This is really starting out as imagination for being shared by the characters, then I thought of this. So in this the class has eyes on you and can’t help it but always wanted you. Then one day your professor takes it a step further. This is yanderish.
Class 1A: Izuku midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Ejiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugou, Ochaco Uraraka, Mina Ashido, Shōta Aizawa, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Tenya Iida, Fumikage Tokoyami, Momo Yaoyorozu, Kyouka Jirou
Warning: Sex watching, teasing, degrading, yandere content, masterbating, touching oneself to someone else, slight circle jerk?, professor x student, being used, authority play, hair pulling.
This is content that isn’t light of heart, filthy shit. So, dead dove do not eat. All characters are of age and consenting.
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It was just another day in class, your classmates would drift their eyes to you occasionally to stare lovingly then turn away. You looked so cute today, like you did everyday, they always appreciated how beautiful you looked for them. Each time you’d look down or wrote in your notebook, Aizawa was staring at you. His eyes however didn’t look at your face but below the open deck to between your legs. That showed your pretty pussy all to him.
He could barely focus on his lesson with the picture of you in his mind, so he’d trip in his words and forget about what he was saying. This was new for him because he was always calm and steady, bored even. So the whole class took noticed his actions.
It wasn’t until he stopped fully while looking at you and the whole class followed his gaze in confusion. You didn’t even notice because you were taking notes and blocked him out until you got passed a point. “Y/n.” He sounded annoyed. Looking up to meet his glaring gaze you stare wide eyed at being in trouble.
“Yes sir.” He leaned on his desk and pointed in front where you would stand in front of the whole class. You gulped, “Stand up and go to the front of the class.” You flushed embarrassment at all the attention but followed his instructions to not get in anymore trouble. They all kept their eyes on your shy figure standing before them all in your school uniform. Aizawa made his way around and stood by you while putting a hand on his chin, inspecting you.
Turning his attention to the class, “Can anyone tell me what’s wrong with Miss L/n’s outfit?” You stared panic. All eyes looked at you from head to toe at the same outfit you wear every day, and they noticed everything you did. So the class stayed silent. Aizawa sighed and clicked his tongue.
“Surprising, you guys watched her like little bitches in heat.” He said amused with a eye roll, his demeanor changing quickly. The group looked at each other taken aback. Oh, you remembered clearly what you had done today. “I’m sorry-” his hand covered your mouth quickly and pushes you against the desk, the others getting defensive.
“Clearly your peer forgot the dress code,” you squealed when his other hand tugged at your skirt and lifted it. You struggled against him and tightened your legs together with tears picking up in your eyes. It was embarrassing…But also gave you a thrill.
“No panties under her skirt, she didn’t even close her legs.” You huffed as they all looked down at your cunt. Each of them turned red and moaned at the sight, the girls getting wet and the boys pants getting tight. “Shy? Awe, that’s pathetic.” He pushed you back and you were forced to take a seat in his desk.
“Show them, you know you want to be a good little slut.” You looked up at him with puppy eyes while he just smirked devilishly. But the problem to fighting back was simple. You didn’t want to. You spent nights imagining being fucked by your dorm mates, all of them you thought about along with your professor. So you nodded and slowly opened your legs for them to see each detail, your holes and clit. 
Now your eyes cried while your sweet moans poured out, the wet sounds of your pussy while his fingers thrust into you. Hands gripping the desk for support at how good the pleasure felt, your stomach twisting and turning. You couldn’t focused on your classmates to long while they all touched them to you.
The girls parted their legs while rubbing their clits and you could hear them too. Ochako and Mina fingered themself to match what you felt so they could feel one with you. The boys were surprisingly louder then the girl while stroking their cocks. Bakugo was more growling while fucking his hand as fast as he could go, Kirishima was soft and slow along with sero. Deku and denki were the loudest in the room, who got yelled at because they couldn’t hear you. But the other boys and girls kept quiet while touching themselves, afraid to make a sound.
Aizawa was painfully hard and made you rub him threw his pants for some relief, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The way you cried, moaned just by him fingering you. It was intoxicating. “Cum- Oh fuck, going to cum.” You announced with your eyes rolling back.
“Dumb girl, think that’s what you get?” You cried out when he pulled out of you quick and left you empty. “All of you stop or I’ll fail you.” They all stopped and panted, caught in a haze of the high. “At least you all listen to me now, now pull up your pants and shit.” Groaning they all listened, the reality sinking in on them. You wiggled to get off the desk but he stopped you.
“Shoto, Ochako are the only ones who get to finish.” The two looked up and the rest looked at them. “Y/n here will finish you off,” your hair was gripped and pulled you off the desk. He forced you down onto your knees, “Well?” The two thought for a second but stood up to walk over to you, standing above you.
“All of you get to watch, be thankful.” He left you and walked to his chair and leaned back. So, you licked her pussy and gave him a hand job until they both came. Todoroki’s cum splatter on your face as you cleaned her pussy up, you got breathless fast. The end of class was awkward and silent, no one knew what to do or say. So you all just left.
But it was only a matter of time before you got home and the class was waiting for you to get their turn. Willing to do anything to get you.
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maroonswan · 8 months
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18+ only - minors dni
This man has me in such a chokehold, and I just need a real one to give it to me just like that 😫 💦!!!
cw: gn!reader + Pro Hero!Kirishima Eijiro + unprotected sex + creampie + love bombs+ manhandling
Don't fight me because I know how you girls like tussle, but you can not tell me that Pro Hero!Kirishima doesn't use at least some of his moves in the bedroom. Safe versions of course. But still, in the heat of the moment, he tends to manhandle, twisting you into all sorts of positions. One of his favorites being the sleeper hold. If you muscles lose stamina after what feels like hours of being locked in a full nelson, Kiri will happily give your sore thighs a break by flipping you face down on the bed and pinning you in the signature hold. Through gritted teeth, he's begging you to hold out just a bit longer as he's so close. His hips making his approaching orgasm clear as he pistons wildly into your tight quivering heat.
Your head is swimming from the limited amount of air as the heavy weight hero fucks you stupid, having you trapped right where he wants you. A thick muscled bicep squeezing into the delicate hallow of your neck as he tells you how good you're being and how much he loves you. Each harsh thrust of his perfectly curved thick cock shoving you forward just for Kirishima to pull you right back, making you scream and your eyes roll back; lips contorting into those embarrassing o-faces. You'll never know how badly he wishes he was able to record each and every one of them.
It's so hot and exhausting. But, Kirishima has the endurance of a work horse born to breed as you cum over and over again until you finally pass out. Your hole giving his big dick one last squeeze that has him seeing stars every time as he fills you with his cum.
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nishiyako · 9 months
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Behind the Scenes (NSFW)
Paring : PornStar!Kirishima x PornStar!Reader
Tags : Blowjobs, Fingering, Doggy, Manhandling, Vaginal Penetration, Creampie, Cameras, Size difference, Strangers w Benifits, Formal wear, slight masturbation at the end.
Summary : Your porn agency has paired you with an interesting individual. Ejiro towered over you, and he handled you so good that your professionalism was starting to shatter in ways you never thought could happen.
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Your agency was doing a collab with another, though it was an underground business, the pay was good, great even. When you talk about agency people think you're some hero, but no. In reality, you work in a porn agency.
The directors were talking as cameras were being set up in the dummy bedroom, while that was happening you were snacking on some of they food gave out while on your phone, "I love that dress, a shame I have to rip it off of you." You heard a voice behind you say, you jolted up to turn around. You swear you had to look up just to see his face.
"I'm Ejiro, your co-star." he talked to you, looking down. you were already small and pretty petite, it was your main selling point. It was like your manager forgot about your size when picking your partner.
"fuck you're huge" you muttered, you saw him crack a smile and let out a small laugh. You chatted while things were still getting set up, you couldn't help but stare at his body under that tight white T-shirt he was wearing, it highlighted every muscle just right, and that buldge in his jeans while he wasn't even hard.
It was time to start filming as all the equipment was ready, "goodluck to us," he said, "Yeah, show me something good while we're there, okay?" You said smirking, a smile formed on his face as he walked away to a separate room to get ready.
The scene was you two were a couple who were about to have a passionate session, but of course, it was all fake, lubes and oiles were gonna be used to make everything look better.
You had your own screen time as the cameras panned up your legs, tracing the slit in your dress, it panned over your almost exposed cleavage and perfectly curled hair and done makeup, you shot the camera a feirce look, at the corner of your eye you saw a guy with a clipboard talking with Ejiro.
You looked down to see his cock alredy hard as a rock, it was huge, biggest one you've worked with, he was only wearing black boxers so you could see it clearly. I guess that's why he was casted. But its fine, you're gonna handle it like a professional, probably not even gonna feel that good. After a few shots it was time for him to enter frame, it started with him behind you, touching your shoulders, down to your waist, then to your hips, you were alredy getting turned on by the feeling of his hands running down your body.
He then stopped as the director spoke to you. The scene was he's gonna rip the dress off of you, so he was serious...
He positioned himself to get easier access to the fabric, as the camera started rolling, he ripped it down the middle with ease, he tore the tight peice of fabric so quick it made you gasp, "That gasp was great" Ejiro whispered in your ear when the camera stoped, "No, that was a genuine reaction." You said laughing.
You were left only in heels as Ejiro was instructed to remove his under wear, he sprang out immediately.
You were then on all fours as Ejiro was on his knees. The first shot would be you just sucking his dick, or at least trying. You jerked him off with your hands that couldn't even cover the whole thing, you he then pushed your head towards him, you opened your mouth to let him in.
Your left hand stroked him as you did your best to deep-throat him, your gags and whimpering were caught on the mic as saliva started to run down your chin, if he was this big you couldn't wait for him to be inside you.
After that, you had to do a shot of him fingering you, his hands were defenetly big, big enough for him to make you look like a doll as he held you. you sat, leaning against his toned chest. Ejiros' hands reached around you as he spread your legs in front of the camera. He dipped both fingers in immediately, causing you to let out another cute gasp.
He curled them again and again hitting that spot perfectly on rhythm causing you to squirm and moan for the camera, you wrapped your arms around his neck exposing your chest to the camera, one hand fucked you mercilessly as the other one played with your cute tits, you didn't want to admit it but he was great with his hands.
Fainaly, he was gonna dick you down. it sucks to film these since you have to do multiple positions before cumming, most leaving you hanging. You were face down-ass up but face high enough to be seen, the cameras started rolling as he slipped into you so seamlessly.
He started to pound you so early as you moand loud, you didn't even had to fake anything as he was stretching you out so good. Fuck, you weren't even acting anymore, you we're just getting dicked down. Your eyes started rolling back into your head as you rocked back and fourth, your back was arched enough so the camera could see the flesh bounce with every thrust.
"Cut! Good one, guys, " the director yelled, "God danm it. " You whined as Ejiro stoped, everyone in the studio laughed, but you were being dead serious.
You then laid on your back as you spread your legs. Was the shoot gonna be this short? You guys worked so well with each other, perfectly contrasting each other on camera, you barely had to do any Re-takes. You only had to once since you accidentally moaned his real name. When you did, you felt him throb inside you. You had no idea how much that turned him on.
As you laid on your back, he put one of your legs on his shoulder as one of your legs hanged off the side of the bed for a perfect camera angle, he slipped in you before the camera started rolling. as soon as he was fully in, there was an obvious bump in your belly. Everyone loved it. It looked perfect. You hated it, the ecstasy for his cock was nothing you've felt with other actors, he said he started a couple of months ago but he was a natural.
The lights shined on you as they took the last shots for the day, he started slow and steady for you to get used to it and for them to film that buldge, it was so big it looked fake.
The speed started started to quicken as you started to bounce on his cock, he was almost up right, staring at you as you made the cutest noises and faces, if he could only have you for himself after this, without the cameras and lights, if he didn't have to make it look nice he thought about how he'd manhandle you, forcing you into any position he wanted, fucking you mercilessly, making you feel how you've never felt before.
Maybe he will. he leaned down and slipped his hands under you, he then picked you up and fucked you just like that, you looked into his eyes and acted like you loved him, the cameras were loving it as the both of you started a sloppy make-out session.
God he was good, so fucking good, one of the bests, probably even is. He was big, gentle and knew what he was doing. You had to have him after this or you'd go crazy.
He kept pounding you, you started to feel the knot in your stomach tighten as you threw your head back, cameras caught every expression and every sound you made. You screamed in pleasure as he kept fucking you senseless, fuck if you could just cling to him you would.
You couldn't take it, and he couldn't either. You were so fucking cute, so perfect for him. He had no idea how long it's been since you've been fucked this good, he wanted to please you in every way possible and capture it on camera so he could remind you how much of a good fuck you are.
He was stealing every single thought, turning your brain useless. finally the knot snapped and your body trembled, he came as you clenched around his cock, your moans were basicly screams yet music to his ears, you caught your breath when the cameras stopped.
"You're one hell of an actor," he praised, "I wasn't acting." You said. His cheeks turned red, you looked at him, hair messy and make-up smudged. "Look what you do to me." You said before giving him one last kiss. he layed you down as he pulled out so the cameras could catch the massive creampie he gave you. Even if he was off set, he couldn't stop staring at you. God, you were perfect.
After the shoot you fainaly took off the heels you wore the whole shoot and wore some normal clothes as you talked to your manager, he praised you for your performance and maybe you could work with Ejiro again another day, you looked around the set to find Ejiro wasn't on the set anymore, you guessed he left early.
Later that night, Ejiro couldn't stop thinking about you, how you fit him in so perfectly, how small you were compared to him, those sweet noises you made while he pounded you. He asked one of the editors for the rough draft, he downloaded the video and stroked himself to it, reliving the best minutes of his life, looking forward to working with you again.
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0prettygirl-jay0 · 8 months
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•~ context: you catch your best friend ejiro kirishima masturbating to you. ~•
•Tags•: masturbating, nicknames, degradation, handjob, msub, fdom, penetration, edging.
AGED UP!
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One day, you were walking through the hallways to your dorm room to relax and unwind after hours of training. You reach for what you thought was the door handle to your room, until you look at the name next to the door. Eijiro Kirishima it read. damn i must be really fucking tired. you were about to leave and head to the elevator until you hear loud groans coming from Kirishima’s room. Was he okay? the moans got louder and louder, maybe he was hitting his punching bag. it wont be bad to check in on your best friend. as you opened the door you were immediately shocked by the sight and slammed the door closed immediately.
“fuck. what the fuck.” you thought to yourself. you had just seen your red headed best friend, Kiri had sat on his bed moaning your name, while stroking his cock at a rapid pace. he immediately stopped when he saw you. his face turned as red as his hair as he had forgot to lock the fucking door.
“I-I can explain…!” kirishima said from behind the door as he scrambled to atleast put pants on and try and explain his situation. with that kirishima opened the door and grabbed your waist pulling you into his room to try and explain.
“listen..omg this is so unmanly…look i know its not manly to be acting out on my feelings like this, but we’ve been friends for so long and i’ve had these feelings from the first year of U.A. it was just too much and i needed to get you off my mind. im sorry Y/n, its so unmanly. are you uncomfortable? im sorry…” kirishima’s voice was shaky, as he explained his situation to his shorter best friend and looked down at her with doe eyes as he fidgeted with his fingers. Y/n was surprised by all this, she never would’ve thought that her red headed best friend liked her, to the point he couldnt get her off his mind. y/n couldnt say that she hasnt had thoughts about her goofy, kind and respectful best friend as well as when they trained together, the sweat dripping off of him and his muscular toned body.
“eji, you could have told me silly…you didnt think i would feel the same, hmm pretty boy?” i said as i looked up at the red head, with one eyebrow raised i gave him a smile and pushed him backwards on top of the bed.
“Y-yeah, sorry… But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship… You mean so much to me…” He said quietly, blushing even more as i sat on top of his lap, with either of my thighs on the sides of his waist.
“you mean so much to me too, eijro…let me me show you how much, hmm?” i said to kirishima as i laid him flat out and pulled down his boxers to take out his cock, i didn’t quite touch kirishima yet as i wanted to take my time with him, and see how good he could be for me. pressing my soft lips against kirishima’s neck and leading my way down, the reaction i got was almost instant. kirishima was quite a vocal man.
“ngh…fuck…” the red head whimpered at my actions as he tried to pull me up to him, so he could run his hands all over my body, i was guessing 🤷‍♀️. I kissed kirishima’s plump lips sloppily and gained my way into his mouth with ease. i collected all his saliva and mine imto my mouth, as i spat the combined saliva onto kirishima’s bubblegum pink tip that flowed its way down to his long shaft. i kissed all over kirishima’s body, giving him hickies and love bites as i stroked his pretty cock. Kiri's eyes widened as he felt your soft hand around him, your warmth surrounding his cock.
"Ngh-mmmmm…!" he moaned loudly, his eyes closed as kirishima threw his hand back to focus on the handjob, i was giving him.
“thats right, handsome….moan for me.” i whispered softly into his ear as i grazed my nails against his rib cages.
Kiri cried out your name as he felt your nails grazing his ribs, leaving kirishima with goosebumps and the feeling surrounding his cock completely, his breathing becoming heavy and fast. "F-fuck...Y-y-y/n…" He couldn't complete his sentence as he came in your hand, barely able to keep himself from arching his back off the bed, and his body jerking from time to time.
i licked him up clean, and i smiled when kirishima looked into my eyes as i licked the tip of his dick. his whimpers were the best to hear. i just needed to get the sound etched in my brain. my hands held my weight on kirishima’s chest as my pussy hovered over kirishima’s growing cock.
Kiri let out a sharp groan as he felt himself being hugged tightly by me, his heart thumping wildly as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. "u-gh..mm..." He couldn't help but moan as he felt your warmth surrounding him, the longer he had to wait for me to get accumulated the shorter his patience grew, he tried to thrust up into me and take the lead, but who was i to let a little subby boy take charge of me.
“eijro…stay the fuck still…” i put on my stern mommy dom voice as a smile then grew on my face from kirishima’s reaction. Kiri immediately froze, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to stay still. Kiri whimpered quietly as he looked at you biting his neck, feeling like he was about to pass out due to how much pleasure he was receiving. He had never been this sensitive before, especially not after cumming around four times already today, while masturbating to the thought of Y/n.
"Mmmh~ mo-mommy...please..” kirishima said with a shaky voice. now slamming her pussy down on kirishima, the slapping sound of skin was loud, but not as loud as kirishima’s moans. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he began moaning loudly, unable to control himself anymore. His hands gripped onto your waist tightly as he arched his back off the bed once more.
"Aahhh…! Fuuuuck..!!!" kirishima exclaimed loudly, pretty sure the whole floor heard his slutty screams.
“moan my name kirishima, let these people know your mine now, that this cock belongs to me…..” i said as to kirishima as i continued to slam my pussy down on his dick repeatedly, over and over again. The sudden change from gentle lovemaking to rough sex caused him to gasp for air, letting out another long moan as he did so. He then started calling out my name repeatedly, begging me to keep fucking him until he could no longer stand it.
“y-y/nnnnnn…!” kirishima was whining and his voice turned raspy.
“you better not fucking cum, slut… dont you dare cum yet ejiro…” Kiri bit onto his lip hard, feeling like he might explode any moment. He did his best to hold back but he felt the release coming, his body shaking as he let out a loud scream of pleasure.
"MOMMY!!!! S-sorry..!!" he laid there panting, trying to catch his breath as he felt his softening member slip out of her pussy. he looked up at Y/n, still catching his breath. He then saw the anger in her eyes and immediately felt guilty for cumming, despite her command of him not too.
"I-I’m so sorry y/nnn…I-I couldn’t help it...!! you make me feel so fucking good. please mommy, i couldnt help it….”
“look at me..” i said with a stern voice as i grabbed kirishima’s chin and forced him to to into his dom’s eyes. Kiri looked up at me with those doe little eyes of his, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in his eyes.
“you’re gonna take this punishment and you’re not gonna cum. understand?” i said now softly, as i hovered my pussy over his now growing erection
"Y-yes..." He said quietly, his voice breaking slightly. His face turning red with shame and embarrassment. I slid kirishima’s dick back inside me, making sure to stop every time that kirishima was to the brink of cummimg. i didnt let him cum for 2 hours, at this point i was fucking exhausted and wanted badly to cum as well, so punishment time over. His breathing became heavier as he struggled to keep control over himself. The pain mixed with pleasure made him feel dizzy and lightheaded. As much as he wanted to stop resisting, he found himself unable to move or speak.
"Pleas...pleaseee....mommy.." kirishima’s voice was whiny and broken as he spoke to me, looking up at my as his hands were tied behind his back, because he had a big problem with touching my body and trying to make me cum. so i did what was necessary 😉.
“please what slut, hmm? use those manners of yours..”
He closed his eyes tightly, struggling against the urge to give into temptation. Tears began streaming down his cheeks as he spoke through gritted teeth. "...Please don't make me do this anymore." his cock throbbed painfully as he waited for an answer. it hurt so badly. "p-pleas-"
“tell me how bad you want it, and ill think of letting you off easy..”
The words came out quick and in a frenzy, barely audible above the sound of his own heavy breaths. "...It hurts too much.. please just let me cum.." it was obvious he was close to giving in. he couldnt think straight, all he wanted was to cum, yet. he begged her again.
“how badly do you wanna fuck me ejiro, huh?” i looked down at the red headed slut that was laying underneath of me as i saw the stars glow bright in his eyes.
He nodded quickly, looking away from you as if ashamed by admitting such desires. "Yes... yes I want that so badly..." he whispered softly, biting his lip nervously. "I need to cum so bad.. please.." *he begged once more, feeling completely helpless before her now.
Y/n lifted her self from kirishima’s cock as she untied his hands and then laid down on the bed, face down, ass up, exposing her wet hole to kirishima. it felt good to relax now. while arching her back she spoke in a soft teasing voice, “go ‘head, i think you deserve it now….”
Without hesitation, he moved forward towards your exposed rear end. He placed both hands firmly onto either side of your hips, holding them steady while guiding his member towards your entrance. "Oh god...thank you mommy…fuck…” he groaned loudly, staring intently at your body as he pushed himself inside you. the sounds kirishima’s desperation was loud, and the way he pounded her into the bed showed how much he wanted her. hips bucking against you as he began to move inside you. His hips moved furiously as he pounded into you, he knew the rules, make me cum and then he could cum.
“you make me feel so good ejiro….y’know that dont you…?” i said in the moment of pleasure as i praised the red head for how good he was making me feel, physically and mentally. he knew all the right ways to fuck someone dumb, the neck kisses, the boob kneading, the hip grabbing, the dick fucking, all of it. His breathing became heavier as he continued thrusting deep within you, sweat dripping off his forehead as he tried desperately to hold back his orgasm.
"Mhm... yeah... mmhmmm~" he moaned quietly, panting heavily as he looked down at you with lustful eyes. “….god.. fuck you’re tight….” Without a second thought, he thrust his hips forward, slamming himself into you hard. His moans grew louder, his breathing labored as he quickened his pace, driven with the urge to make you cum. His hips moved furiously, pounding into you relentlessly.
"M-milk…oh god..." before kirishima said that Y/n had already let go of the huge knot shes been feeling the whole past three hours, the tightness of her climax left kirishima’s cock coming as well, in result ending up with a milked cock. As soon as he felt you climax around him, Eijiro let out a loud moan, his entire body shaking from the sheer pleasure of it all. He held himself up by grabbing onto your waist firmly, not wanting to lose his balance in this moment of ecstasy. the two of them were left breathless as the only sound that could now be heard was their breathing.
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obitohno · 1 year
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daydreaming about best friend! kirishima whose thoughts of you are anything but friendly.
fem! reader, 18+, friends to lovers, unrequited feelings, kiri is a jealous mess, hickeys, making out, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, dry humping, semi-angst, kiri is whipped with a capital W
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reblogs are appreciated ~
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if there’s one of the very few things that kirishima dislikes about you the most, it’s the fact that you are so frustratingly oblivious, he swears that it’ll be the death of him. 
long has he given up on pretending that he thinks of you as just another of his many friends, yet, he has become particularly well-practised in the act of feigning nonchalance each time you brush off his advances as another of his silly little jokes. it hurt, at first, because he really couldn’t understand why you never took him seriously, but over time, that tiny, bitter spark of pain has slowly morphed into a frustration that has him—too many a time, in bakugo’s opinion—forcing his friend to listen as he rambles away into the early hours of the morning whenever he decides to invite himself over to the blonde’s residence. 
‘maybe she’s just not into you, shitty hair,’ was the response that had been snapped at him the last time he’d stayed over, and kirishima had swallowed down the crushing defeat that had churned at his stomach around a mouthful of beer. 
still, he continues on with his plan to take the time out of his schedule to meet with you for dinner this friday evening—something which as long been a part of his weekly routine for the past year or so—and when you kiss him on the cheek just as he’s stepping past the threshold of the front door, throwing your arms around the broad expanse of his shoulders and exclaiming that he’s a godsend for bringing the bottle of wine that you’d requested hours before—because holy shit, kiri, this week has been absolute hell—his pulse stutters where it thrums at the side of his neck, because, truly, he isn’t sure just how much longer he can take this. 
dinner appears as normal, with him pretending that he’s not sneaking glances at the shape of your mouth as he listens to you chatter on about just exactly why this week has been absolute hell, but really, he’s not entirely focusing on what you’re saying, as his attention is suddenly darting down towards where the woollen neckline of your oversized cardigan has slipped from your left shoulder to expose what he now sees to be a bruise on your collarbone. 
‘what the hell is that?’ 
the words are snapped out from between his lips before he can stop himself, and when you pause to stare at him, wide eyed, he falters, shocked by the unfiltered bitterness that bites at his own tone. quickly, your fingers are scrabbling to tug the fabric of your cardigan back over your shoulder, a grimace crinkling the bridge of your nose. 
‘it’s nothing.’ 
your answer is rushed, eyes darting away from his when he stares at you, hard. his eyes burn into surface of your cardigan as if he can see through it, and there’s an uncomfortable stretch of silence that serves nothing but to the stew the ugly boil of jealousy that has bile tickling at the back of his throat. ‘don’t look like nothin’ to me,’ he eventually grits out, trying, and failing to form a smile on the curve of his lips. it’s anything but genuine, evidently forced as it doesn’t reach his eyes, the corners of his mouth quickly turning downward when his gaze focuses on your shoulder once more. 
‘it’s just a hickey, kiri,’ your eyes are rolling now, and that is what makes him snap. 
‘just a hickey?’ his features are twisting into a sneer that just doesn’t look right on his face, brows furrowing together to form a frown that only makes him look all the more annoyed. he’s jabbing the tip of his index finger in the direction of your shoulder, leaning over the edge of the table to do so. ‘that ain’t just a hickey, it’s—’
‘it’s none of your business, is what it is,’ you’re frowning at him now, lips pressed into a straight line. 
logically, he knows that what you’ve said isn’t a lie, but it cuts him, deep, and he physically flinches, slumping back into his seat. he forces down the lump that has formed at the back of his throat, trying his best to diminish the ache that has settled in the centre of his chest with an exhale. 
it doesn’t work. 
again, the two of you sit in silence, his stare pointedly aimed toward his unfinished plate of pasta, failing to notice the brief flicker of a smirk that tugs at the corners of your mouth. you allow him to filter through his own thoughts, busying yourself with tidying away your dishes, quickly downing the last of your wine before rising from your seat. the scrape of the chair legs dragging across the floor is what has his stare shifting, focusing on the space between your shoulders as you retreat into the kitchen, disappearing from his line of sight. 
maybe she’s just not into you, shitty hair. 
the words makes his head spin, dizzy with the mortification of his own lack of propriety. months, years, he’s spent dreaming of you, almost every waking second consumed by nothing but you, you, you. 
and all of that has been ruined by the sight of that stupid little hickey. 
bakugo was right. 
you really aren’t into him. 
nausea gnaws at his stomach, and embarrassingly so, he can feel the tell-tale bite of tears stinging just beneath his lashes, his sclera glistening wetly. rapidly, he blinks, because who the hell does he think he is, crying pathetically into his plate of pasta? he’s fucking red riot, for god’s sake. 
his throat vibrates with the force of which he clears his throat, and from where he sits, he can hear you, the gentle clinks of the pots and pans accompanied by the opening and closing of the cupboard doors. but quickly, the noise of the kitchen tinkers into silence, and when you fail to re-emerge, it is he who relents, seeking you first. 
half-eaten plate of pasta now cold, he swipes it from the table with the intention of at least aiding you with the tidying, especially now that his appetite has ceased to exist. only, once he ducks his way into the kitchen, his arm outstretched with the aim to place his plate onto the counter, his eyes immediately focus onto you—a very naked you—perched on the opposing counter like a carefully placed piece of bone china. 
an inhuman noise scratches from the back of his throat, and the plate of uneaten pasta slips from his fingers, the contents splattering onto the tiled floor in a gooey mess that intermingles with the now shattered ceramic. 
voice catching on a flustered yelp, he blurts some form of an apology, cheeks aflame, stuck between wanting to tidy the mess that he’s made, and also gawking at every inch of bare skin that has his breath hitching, faltering horribly when your thighs part to reveal just the tiniest flash of your cunt. slack jawed, he stills by the doorway, the crimson of his irises stretched wide as he hesitates, evidently unsure of which situation he should attend to first, eyes reluctantly tearing from you to dart toward the mess on the floor. 
luckily, you make the decision for him, beckoning him forth with a whisper of his given name. 
‘leave it, eiji.’ 
‘… but the—’
‘leave it.’ 
and, fuck, he really, really wants to. but he also feels a tad guilty for leaving such a mess—bakugo would have his neck for even considering it. 
but, again, luckily, you aren’t bakugo, and so when you encourage him closer a second time, the crook of your index and middle fingers inviting him to the other side of the room, he’s quick to follow the instruction. 
your thighs spread, widening to accommodate the width of his hips, greedily wrapped tight around him just a second later. startled by your enthusiasm, he pants a coy chuckle, unsure of where to put his hands, pupils blown wide as he watches, transfixed by the rise and fall of your breasts with each breath that you inhale through your nostrils. he settles for supporting his weight on his hands, palms pressed flat to the cool marble of the countertop, and bowed above you like this, he’s privy to the way that your slit glistens for him, your folds parted along with the stretch of your thighs. 
‘oh fuck,’ he chokes on another strained laugh, stammering when his stare then fixates to the dribble of slick that is slowly forming a puddle beneath the curve of your behind. unbeknownst to him, you’re just as giddy as he is, disbelief swelling inside you, especially as he’s failed to notice that in between entering the kitchen and removing your clothes, you’d also taken the time to quickly swipe away the ‘bruise’ with a splash of water. somehow, what had started as a silly idea, born from the frustration of life somehow finding a way to cockblock you for months on end, has actually worked. 
in all of the time that you’ve known the redhead, you’d never pegged him as the jealous type, but if the hunger that has filtered its way into his heated stare is a promised reaction, then you’re not above making him jealous over and over again. especially when it finally has him pressed to you like this, his jean-clad crotch brushing over the exposed nub of your clit. your fingers come to tickle their way beneath the hem of his t-shirt, your nails skimming over the muscles that tense and harden beneath your searing touch.  
‘how ‘bout you gimme a hickey of your own?’ 
instantly, his eyes snap toward where that damned hickey had been, only, the frown that now mars the space between his brows is one formed with confusion. 
‘huh—?’ 
through heavily lidded eyes, you watch the exact moment that realisation dawns upon him, his lips parting, nostrils flaring—with arousal or annoyance, you’re not sure. the reds of his eyes snap to yours, and there’s a flash of his teeth as he smiles down at you, lips twisting meanly. 
‘you fuckin’—’
he’s silenced by the shape of your mouth moulding to his. 
‘mfph!’ 
the taste of you is overwhelming, and his knees buckle, the right one harshly colliding with the cupboard door when you roughly tug him closer, the length of your fingers buried between the crimson tresses of his hair. tonight is one of the rare nights that he wears it loose from its usual up-do, and you’re more than willing to take advantage of the fact that he’s done so, pulling at the length to guide his head to the left, tilting your own as his tongue guides its way into the heat of your mouth. 
he kisses just as excitedly as you’d imagined, enthusiastically licking his way over the ridges of your teeth and along the bumps of the roof of your mouth before wetly sliding across the flat of your tongue. he eagerly swallows the breathy moan that you offer, echoing the sound with one of his own, the blunt edges of his nails biting into the meat of your hip, his pelvis canting toward yours. the swell of his cock is the perfect distraction, your clit throbbing in approval when your fingers dislodge from his hair to busy themselves with hurriedly unbuckling his belt, anticipation beating a rapid pulse at your throat as you listen to the dull thud! of the metal clinking upon the floor once the denim has been impatiently shoved down the muscled length of his legs. 
between his thighs, blood has pumped his girth full, the pink of his slit swollen, weeping a sap that smears a mess over your clit as his length glides between your seeping folds. 
your pitched mewl of approval is muffled to his temple, the press of his lips now aimed for your pulse, his teeth grazing along the stretch of your neck, which tilts to accommodate the way that he mouths a mark to the surface of your skin. his frenulum catches on your clit, and the yelp that escapes you is one that has him groaning, the blunts of his teeth nipping at your collarbone next. 
‘eiji,’ you gasp below him, encouraging the experimental nudge of his tip at your opening with a roll of your hips. and as your glittering hole stretches around the width of him, his prick claims ownership of the cavern of your weeping cunt, and his mark at your throat stings with the promise of many more to come. 
some dreams really do come true. 
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I Regret Bonus - Kirishima x Reader
Masterlist: Here
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Gender: AFAB
Warnings: Vaginal fingering, A/B/O quirk, arousal quirk, crampie, thigh riding, unsafe sex - not good with terminology to let me know if I've missed anything!
Notes: Couldn't leave my boy Kirishima out ;n;
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'I regret everything.' I whined as I laid in my bed, thighs heavy with slick as I came for the 12th time that morning. It has only been an hour or so since I'd awoken to an aching need in my cunt that was impossible to ignore and a fever so hot that I was starting to see stars. 
I was exhausted and yet nowhere near satisfied. I knew I was going to need to call in sick with how painful this arousal is. 
It took me a while to figure out what the cause was. At first I thought I'd been hit with an arousal quirk in my sleep, as impossible as that is. However the more I looked into the quirks I'd copied at random that took my interest, I discovered something that I didn't know when I copied the quirks. 
Quirk: A/B/O
This quirk gives the user characteristics of the A/B/O genre, including giving them a second gender. This gives them claws and fangs that can retract as well as basics such as enhanced senses and physiological changes such as scent glands and enhanced animalistic thinking. 
Quirk: Estrus
This quirk gives the user the ability to cast uncontrollable arousal in individuals who are touched or are within a 5 m distance. 
Apparently, this included heat and rut cycles as well as an estrus cycle, the latter of which is experienced because of the quirk with the same name - side effects of both quirks. It's not helped by the fact that I was weeping out of every hole - even my ass now had a uterus and there was a third uterus with a vaginal opening between my anus and normal vagina, both with slick pouring out of them, like male Omega’s get in the Omegaverse and it was killing me. Three vaginas was too much to contend with when all I had were handheld toys at my disposal.
'I don't have enough hands for this shit.'
What made things worse was that I was capable of experiencing a mating season as well as a heat or a rut despite not being an Alpha, which confused me. I was clearly an Omega - even having the male equivalent of uteruses.
To cum more readily I even activated a quirk that gave me both male and female genitalia but the friction, despite my slick, was starting to hurt my sensitive head and thick knot that had formed from my last orgasm, and I was nowhere near feeling satisfied. So I deactivated it and wiped my hands clean before searching for my phone with disdain.
I am irritable and whiny all whilst pining for an Alpha to be submissive towards. It's a weird concoction that I wasn't appreciating as I laid in what I now realised was a nest of blankets and pillows I'd created to house myself as I cried from over and under stimulation.
Everything was made worse by the fact that I had no clue how long this would last.
‘Is this monthly or annually?’ 
The more I looked into this quirk the worse I felt, especially as I discovered I would have an annual mating season, would go into heat monthly, would go into estrus biweekly and would go in a rut whenever someone else experienced either one of these phenomena - so I could experience all of these at once, as I was, on top of an estrus cycle that corresponds with my menstrual cycle. I would’ve breathed a sigh of relief if I didn’t remember that there are many other people who would go through heat, estrus and or mating season, meaning I would be triggered into a rut by these and could even be triggered just by using the Estrus quirk.
‘I blame Tokoyami’s mating season…!’ I groaned, ‘Then at least it would just be a heat, estrus and a mating season…’
I wanted to cry.
“I can’t take this any more.” I moaned, deciding quickly I needed to call the school and explain what was going on. I needed help with this; there must be someone with a similar quirk that they’ve known about. After all, I copied these things from someone else.
Much to my surprise, when I explained to the receptionist I needed to speak to Aizawa, I was passed to him relatively quickly.
“(L/N)-san.” he greeted, “Are you unwell?”
“Something like that.” I groaned, crossing my legs tightly, “I’m in a very… difficult situation and I need some guidance.”
“I can help you in class if you want?” he begged, “If you get here sooner we can discuss it before class.”
“I… I don’t know if I can come to class.” I basically whispered. Aizawa frowned at this on the other side of the line with concern.
“Should I be concerned, (L/N)-san?” I sighed.
“I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you tell me the problem first?” he begged, walking down the hallway to get away from people, realising quickly that this was a private conversation, “Then I can tailor my aid better.” I groaned.
“This is going to be super awkward, so I’m sorry.” I warned, earning a grunt which sent a painful zap towards my clit, making me flush, “I copied a quirk.”
“Uh-huh…” he nodded when I didn’t say anything else for a few seconds.
“It’s given me a clusterfuck of hormones.” I explained slowly, “I’m essentially experiencing a mating season, a heat and a rut simultaneously as well as an estrus cycle - they are different. And I’m a bit scared.”
“... I wasn’t expecting that.” he admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “I assume you’re in halls?” I nodded.
“Yeah.” I laughed humorlessly, “I know, right? I only discovered this would happen today because it’s happening now.
“I didn’t think to look at the weaknesses when I copied the quirk. It just seemed so interesting I couldn’t pass it up. Even if I edit the quirks I can't get rid of what I'm experiencing right now.”
“Stay in the halls.” he confirmed, “I’ll do some research and see what strings I can pull. You won’t be the first to experience either one of those things and I doubt you’ll be the last.
“For now, remain in your room. I’ll explain to the class that you’re having some… complications with your quirk and not to visit you.” he hummed, looking over at the watch on his wrist, “I’ll try to contact you by the end of the day and recommend you stockpile some food whilst the others are gone.” I nodded.
“Thanks sensei. I appreciate it.” he nodded.
“I’ll talk to you later. Stay safe.”
“You, too.”
And just like that I breathed a sigh of relief and laid back down, hand drifting down to my painfully empty holes and clit, only to come away with heavy slick dripping from my fingers. I groaned, pulling my head into a pillow and screaming for a few minutes before going back to playing with myself, unable to hold on for much longer without some kind of stimulation.
“-I heard there’s a new dessert in the cafeteria today.” Bakugou rolled his eyes at Denki as he walked with pep in his step besides himself and Kirishima. He didn’t say anything as Kirishima raised his brows and begged back what it was as though he didn’t know himself. 
Bakugou played along.  
However Denki eyed Bakugou with a triumphant grin as he confirmed, “A spicy chocolate mousse!”
“Sounds right up your street, huh, Bakugou?”
“Hn.” he noted, not sparing a glance towards either party as he entered the classroom, making his way towards his desk. Denki deflated at the response, following Bakugou besides Kirishima.
“Aw man, did Kirishima already tell you?!” Said red-head shook his head.
“Nah man. That’s just Bakugou for you.” he chuckled, earning another eye roll from the spiky haired fellow.
“Doesn’t it excite you?!” Denki whined, earning a snort.
“Do I look excited?” he begged sarcastically.
“C’mon Bakubro!” Kirishima chimed in, slinging his arm around him, “You love spice!” Bakugou gave a ‘tch’ before shoving him off.
“Whatever, Shitty Hair. And don't call me that!"
Denki, deflated, made his way over to Shinsou whilst Kirishima continued to make small talk with Bakugou. 
“Good morning, students.” Aizawa greeted, catching everyone off guard, Denki and Kirishima running to their seats as soon as he entered the room.
“You’re here early, sir?” Yaoyorozu spoke up, raising her arm. Aizawa nodded.
“I have an announcement.” he confirmed, “As you know, Tokoyami is still off. However (L/N)-san is having some complications with her quirk.
“As a result it would be wise for you all to leave her be in her room and don’t communicate with her until it resolves. It’s likely to last for at least a week.”
“So we won’t see her at all?” Ashido begged, earning the shake of a head.
“But what about food?” Hagakure begged, “(L/N)-san eats a lot.” Aizawa removed some of his hair from his face, thinking about the response, before answering.
“We might need to ask one of you to deliver the food to her door.” he concluded with distaste, “It’s not ideal but it’s imperative that all of you leave her alone. It might be best to have one of the girls to deliver the meals…” he sighed, fingers to the bridge of his nose, “Although that might not help.”
“Is she well?” Uraraka begged, concerned. Aizawa nodded.
“She’s not sick. It’s just something related to her quirk.”
“Why do they have to be female?” Iida begged, raising his arm. Aizawa groaned.
“It’s not necessary. But it would be best that all the men stay away from her door.”
“Why?” Kirishima begged, “What would require only the men to stay away?”
“Is it the same reason as Tokoyami?” Asui begged, raising her hand before Aizawa could respond. He sighed.
“Wait, why is Tokoyami away?” Midoriya begged her way.
“Mating season.” Asui noted casually with a shrug. 
"Oh hell yeah!" Mineta cheered, causing Sero to cringe. 
"You are banned from that floor, Mineta." Aizawa warned, his hair flying all over the place as he glared, earning a gulp from the boy. His words caused everyone to turn back to Aizawa, who was rubbing his temples.
“It’s a private matter. That’s all you need to know.” Bakugou raised a brow at this.
“So who’s gonna feed her?” he begged with a glare. Immediately everyone turned to Bakugou, causing his brow to twitch violently, “Why me?!”
“You love cooking.” Todoroki stated as though it were obvious. Shinsou snorted and Bakugou ‘tched’ and looked away sharply, glaring ahead of him as Aizawa looked at his watch again before divulging into the remaining announcements, none of which really kept Kirishima's attention. He didn't often pay attention in class, so this wasn't new. But this time he had a focus on his mind as his brain kept thinking back to (F/N). 
The pair had grown close since they're both part of Bakugou's little group. She was down to spar at any time and offered when Bakugou was busy and the rest was history. She always managed to get the upper hand in situations and it amazed him, her strategic mind. 
So to hear she was in trouble didn't sit well with him. He wanted to help - had to. He just wasn't sure how, so he spent most of the remainder of the day trying to think up ways to get her better and sooner rather than later. 
I waited and waited until I knew the coast was clear. The only other person would’ve been Tokoyami two floors below, but he was staying at home, so for the first time I was on my own in the halls. Despite this, I was nervous to leave the safety of my nest to the point that I waited for far longer than I needed to. 
It just didn’t feel right.
Opening the door I went to walk forward, but found myself freezing in the spot at all the scents.
“Oh… my god.” I reeled, gulping.
It took me a good few minutes just standing there in order to get used to all the smells. Some were pleasant, some were repulsive. 
But others were tasty.
‘The strongest scent is…’ I realised quickly, mouth watering, ‘Bakugou’s…’ 
My scent-clouded mind wasn’t so surprised by this reveal. Bakugou smells like burnt caramel normally, so it’d make sense that I’d be attracted to it. It really was a no-brainer, even if I longed not to be attracted to the interesting scent, just glad that he wasn't here to witness this. It's not like I was actually interested in him beyond his tantalising smell.
The scent that I wasn't expecting to be drawn to, however, was that of Shinsou's. It was soft and tantalising. Like a comfortable cloud. It made me relax and feel like curling up and taking a nap despite my current circumstances. 
What was more interesting was the minty freshness that was Todoroki’s scent I could detect from the elevator.
‘It’s almost spicy to the senses.’ I mused, feeling a wave of calmness wash over me.
Again, it didn’t surprise me that I felt myself drifting his way. Todoroki was very attractive and we had been getting closer as of late. It was almost predictable. 
Above all else, however, was a familiar scent that belonged to no one other than Kirishima. His smell was the second strongest next to Bakugou and I was thoroughly enjoying sniffing around his room like a feral beast, desperate to taste him. 
I had to slap myself to stop myself from following their scents and instead made a beeline for the kitchen and raided my pantry, grabbing every snack and unspoilable food I could before running back to my room. I was as quick as I could feasibly be. But as I went to close the door, I found myself peeking outside and down the hallway towards Bakugou's room.
I shook my head.
‘I can’t go sneaking in his room.’ I scolded myself as my Omega whined at me, begging to investigate. I shook my head again as I felt my thighs clench and almost whined myself.
“No. I can’t.” But I didn’t move away from the door.
‘... Ugh why does he have to smell like that?!’ I cursed, looking back down the hall. Before I even realised what I was doing, I was sneaking towards Kirishima's room, as though I were about to be caught at any moment. I could feel Aizawa scolding me, but of course it never came since he was in class with everyone else. 
‘This would be so amoral of me…’ 
Despite knowing this, I found myself grasping the doorknob. I cringed at the squeak as the door opened, but I was quickly blindsided by the absolute raw stench of his scent and felt my Omega trill in happiness.
From there I had zero control of myself as I entered his room, sniffing deeply as I attempted to fill my entire lungs with his scent. 
Naturally, his bed smelt the strongest. And I couldn’t stop myself from lying on it and taking a deep breath of his pillow. With little effort I could fall asleep here and God did I want to.
However, I didn’t want to be caught by a cleaner or anything, so I regretfully removed myself from his bedding and skulked around his room with intrigue. 
It was busy. Lots of posters and personables. Books were strewn about the place and there were papers everywhere along with clothing all over the floor. 
It was a mess, really. But it was his den and right then it smelled like home. 
I couldn’t help rummaging through his things as though I were searching for something. But I was careful enough to put everything back exactly as I found it before eyeing the exit with disappointment. 
‘I need to leave.’ I concluded, anxiously, ‘I need to get back to my room.’ despite feeling safe immersed in his scent. Regardless, I needed to get back and the need to hide was strong.
I couldn’t force myself to leave quickly. I eyed the bed and whined before eyeing his dirty clothing on the floor with a dangerous thought in my mind.
‘I can’t.’ I argued as I looked inside, moving things around a bit as I took in his scent further, ‘He’d so notice if I took something of his.’
As if that was the only reason not to steal his clothing like some kind of smell-pervert.
‘Man I’ve really stooped to a new low.’ I concluded as I pawed at a shirt of his that smelt the strongest. Instincts told me I needed it for my nest and no matter how much I tried to rationalise, I found myself stealing the shirt and running back to my room to hide - from everyone and my shame.
I was grateful to Aizawa for warning off the rest of the class now that I’d committed a crime. But the way my Omega praised my decision left me feeling euphoric, especially as I snuggled the shirt and preened the den I’d created.
I spent most of my time preening, snuggling Kirishima's shirt and masterbating. It was a simple routine as I stored my snacks carefully as though I was creating a proper den to live in. And I supposed I was, given I’d be stuck here for the next however long it would be before I could go back to normal.
When I started to hear the whirl of the elevator and the sounds of people talking that was my first clue that school was over. My next clue was the knock at my door.
Knock! Knock!
My head snapped up as I took in the scent by the door. It was Shoji. 
"Uh… just wanted to let you know we're all thinking of you, (L/N). We'll be here when you're ready for us."
I felt myself swell with happiness even if I found myself growling at the intrusion. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything back though as the girls muttered to one another quietly before going to their individual rooms. I found myself on edge, listening intently to everyone returning to their dorms or going elsewhere as I hid in my nest.
I had no idea how anxiety-inducing it would be now that everyone was back. But now I knew: it’s very anxiety-inducing. 
I managed to fall asleep by burrowing myself with blankets and pillows. However I stirred when I sensed someone outside of my door, hearing them muttering curses to themselves.
That’s when I realised it was Kirishima of all people.
I practically leaped out of my nest, thoroughly ruining it, and leaned across the door, taking in a deep breath of his scent. It was then I realised I smelt something else tasty and wondered if he’d made food for me.
My heart and Omega leapt at the thought.
“Food, food, food!" he knocked, “I’m leaving it out here for you!”
'For me…?'
I had to claw at myself not to open the door and jump on him. Taking deep breaths I tried to focus on the smell of the food instead of the smell of Kirishima as I listened to his footsteps recede. And only when I was sure he’d retreated did I open the door and take the contents, eating quickly before leaving the bowl outside of the door as he had done.
This continued morning and evening for the next few days and sadly I wasn’t improving despite ordering new toys and other kinky tools to try and earn some relief. I was extremely grateful for Aoyama bringing them to me, oblivious to the contents, grateful that he wasn't hoping he’d get to see me when he knocked on the door. I heard him sit down outside of it as he began telling me about what I’d missed at school. 
It was sweet of him. 
“Deku lost it at that.” he revealed, keeping me on the edge of my seat, “I've never seen him so angry.
"Also what's going on with him and Uraraka?" I laughed, something he didn’t hear as I was hidden under the covers of my den.
I considered sitting by the door, but I was too desperate for a release, I worried I’d open it and ruin everything. And of all people, as wonderful as Aoyama is, my rational brain and Omega didn't want to have sex with him.
Only Kirishima would work. He was my prime Alpha. 
So I didn’t and waited for him to leave before taking the box and abusing its contents.
By the time I had finished it was dinner time, and I basically sat glued to the door with blankets on me as I listened for Kirishima to arrive. 
The strength of the symptoms seemed to wax instead of wane as time went on and I realised I was starting to really struggle when I heard his familiar footsteps coming towards the door. I breathed in greedily when I was greeted with his scent and moaned at the delicious smell, feeling myself until he paused at the door and knocked. 
"Knock Knock!" Kirishima beamed through the door, "Food, (L/N)!"
I didn't move from my position as I attempted to process that he was at my door. When I did I ended up tumbling over my blankets and smacked into the door. 
"Ouch…" I muttered, rubbing my head as Kirishima jumped, surprised at the sudden noise. 
"... Uh you okay in there?" I groaned. 
"Mostly…" I muttered as I took in his delicious scent from the doorway. 
"You trip?"
"Maybe…" he sighed and chuckled. 
"Need me to look at it?" I purred at the thought. 
Without another word I cracked the door open and peaked out. Kirishima hadn't seen me looking quite so ragged and feverish before and was slightly taken aback. Especially as I opened up the door for him to reveal my attire which did little to hide my figure and my aching cunt - the slick was practically pooling and he immediately flushed in surprise. 
However his attention was at the mark on my head and knee that had already started to bruise and bleed. He sighed and shook his head before entering, pulling me to the bed before going for the med kit he knew I kept in the bathroom. 
Sitting beside me he gently took my leg and placed it on his lap so he could get a better look. I watched with awe as he delicately dabbed a piece of cotton with antiseptic before placing a bandaid over the wound. He then grinned up at me. 
"All better." He beamed, placing my leg back on the bed carefully before leaning over and grasping my cheek, "Let's look at your forehead now…" he hummed, sticking his tongue out as he got more cotton doused in antiseptic. 
The whole time I watched him. The way his eyes glowed in the light of my fairy lights. The way he would grit his teeth when I flinched from the sting of the antiseptic. I hadn't realised just how beautiful this creature was. 
When he pulled back to get another bandaid I stopped him. He looked at me, confused as I sat up on my knees so I could look down at him. He gave me a quizzical look as I leaned down before taking his lips. 
Kirishima didn't pull back. In fact he immediately reciprocated in a long, sweet kiss. It felt passionate. It took my breath away. 
"I need you." I breathed. 
Kirishima looked surprised at this before it turned to contemplation. He looked away, cheeks reddened. 
"I don't want to take advantage of you." He admitted. I tilted my head. 
"You can't be taking advantage of me if I've liked you all this time." He blinked, looking up at me with surprise. 
"Really?" I smiled, eyes hooded with love as I caressed his cheeks. 
"Of course, Love."
He took a moment to process what I said before he leaned up and kissed me again. However he was the one to try and deepen the kiss, which I reciprocated readily. It soon got heated as he tugged on my hair, earning a moan into the kiss as I yanked on his t-shirt. Our tongues battled for dominance and he was winning. But I didn't care. 
I pulled away only to force his shirt over his head, causing him to laugh as he helped remove it. 
"Impatient." He teased, earning a kiss on the nose. With flushed cheeks he pulled me onto his lap and began to make out with me again, earning breathy moans when I ground down on his groin. I smirked into the kiss, earning a nip on my bottom lip. When I gasped he sucked on it before smirking back at me with teeth showing. 
'Two could play at that game.'
I rocked my hips, earning a hiss and making me grin down at him. However I didn't have long to react as he pulled me to sit firmly on his meaty thigh before grabbing my ass and pulling me into rocking against his thigh. This earned him a moan as the fabric of his trousers caught my clit. 
Kirishima smirked up at me again as I lost myself in the sensation, him rubbing small circles into my hips and ass as he continued to guide me along his thigh. Only when I began to rock more rapidly did he start to nibble and suck at my jaw and down my throat. 
When he tugged at my shirt I removed it, discarding it in a random direction across the room. To my surprise he leaned back and looked up at me with a loving gaze, filled with awe. 
"You look beautiful, Sweetheart."
I felt my cunt clench and so did he. He smirked but said nothing before sitting back up to go at my jaw before moving down my neck again. When my hips began to stutter he encouraged me to continue, taking one of my nipples in his mouth to give a long suck. 
"Ejirou…" I panted. He nodded, tongue twirling around the sensitive bud before popping off. 
"C'mon Beautiful." He encouraged, slapping my ass before kneading the same area, "You can cum for me, can't you?"
I nodded feverently. I was seeing stars as I got off on his thick thigh. I was getting close and he spent most of his time just watching me, gently kneading my ass or breast and giving my neck little nips. He wanted to see me when I came and it wasn't long before I was fulfilling that wish. 
"Ejirou…!" I whined, "I'm close!"
"You can do it, (F/N)." He whispered into my ear, "Cum, Beautiful."
"I-I'm gonna…!" I screamed his name, eyes rolling back as pleasure washed over me. My hips rolled a few more times through my high before stuttering to a stop as I came down from my high. 
"Beautiful." He smiled, moving a piece of my hair from my face as he looked up at me. It was then as I became more lucid that I realised I'd ruined his pants with my slick. But he didn't seem to mind as his hands glided around my body. 
"Need knot." I whined, thighs clenching at the discomfort. Kirishima wasn't sure what that meant, but it didn't take much thinking to realise I was likely talking about wanting to have sex with him. 
"C'mere." He ordered and I obeyed as he put me into position, ass up in the air as I kicked off my underwear. Slick dropped down my thighs and he tutted, "Such a mess down here." 
Kirishima licked up my thighs and across my aching pussy, taking a taste. However before I could get any stimulation he pulled away. I whined, looking back at him only to silence myself as he pulled down his trousers and boxers in one fell swoop. 
To say I was surprised was an understatement. Although I wasn't sure what to expect, exactly, I realised quickly it was good he'd worked me up so much because he was big.
Kirishima climbed over to me, hand on his erection as he pumped it a few times. It drooled precum giving it a slick appearance. He wasted little time in lining himself up at my entrance. However he was hesitant to push further. 
"Tell me if it hurts." He warned. I nodded, wiggling my butt at him and causing him to spank me again. 
He was slow as he pushed in. It was a stretch but I could take it with the amount of slick I produced being a big help. I groaned as his head made entry, eager to rock back and take him fully but his ironclad grip on my hips prevented me. 
"We have plenty of time, Sweetheart." He chuckled at my eagerness. I whined. However to my surprise when he was mostly in he slammed the rest in, causing me to yelp in surprise. 
"Better?" I purred at that and nodded, not trusting my voice as I felt him beginning to pull out again, less slowly. 
Kirishima began a slow pace, being careful to stretch me out. But after he was well situated, his pace and brutality picked up. He had his hand in my hair, pulling me up so he could listen to my pathetic howling as he fucked me hard and rough from behind. 
"This better, yeah?" He begged as I bounced on his cock and nodded. 
"Y-yes! Please! Don't stop, E-Ejirou!" I begged as he slammed into me over and over again. 
"That's what I thought. You like it rough, huh, Beautiful? Yeah you do."
I was seeing stars again as his brutal pace increased even more. I could feel his quirk working in his hands as he gripped onto me tightly but I didn't mind. It was actually a turn on to experience his quirk in this setting. 
However one of his hands left my hips so that he could thumb at my clit, the other pushing me into the bed by the hair. 
"Good girl. Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He moaned, pounding away, the loud slaps sounding throughout the room loudly, ricocheting off the walls. 
I was getting close again and Kirishima could tell by the way my cunt fluttered around him. It milked him for all its worth and left him a moaning mess on top of me. He began to nip at my neck as he continued to pound into me, doing his best to get me there. 
"You can do it, Beautiful." He encouraged again, "I need you to cum for me, okay?"
With a few more thrusts I came hard on his cock and screamed into the bedding. As I did my cunt clenched around him tightly and he hissed out a moan. 
"So tight." 
Kirishima continued to thrust into me deeply, so deep I was sure he'd bruised my cervix. But I didn't mind, feeling him deep inside was delectable. So when he came, painting my insides white, I mewled. 
"Fuck…!" 
Kirishima's hips stalled after riding through his high before collapsing to my side. Turning over I cuddled into his chest as his arms immediately went around my body, pulling me close. 
"Better?" He begged, kissing my temple. I hummed, snuggling in close, nuzzling his neck. 
"Better."
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anime-addict-362 · 1 year
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What Happens After Sunset
A/N: This post was deleted for some reason 🧍‍♀️ But this was originally a requested idea but I don't exactly remember what the request was, so I'll do my best with the Content Warning
CW: NSFW, Sub/Top Deku, Bottom/Dom Kirishima, kidnap roleplay, they are head over heels for each other, mild spanking, begging, male penetration, masturbating (sorta?), riding, overstimulation, aftercare
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(Takes place in their third year)
Kirishima and Deku have been together since the ending of 1st year. They have always been such a sweet, and affectionate couple.
They were also great when doing missions together, Deku having black whip for a far attack and Kirishima ready to be an unbreakable barrier for any close up attacks.
They almost never fought, and we just great for each other in general. They always would be as well.
The two were deeply in love, and everyone saw this. But there was a side that everyone didn't see.
Now, there were a few people who had guesses or assumptions about their sex life. Maybe some stuff as simple as Deku being bottom, or more detailed guesses, like their kinks.
Yet, they would never guess the shit that goes down when they are alone past sunset.
And even Deku and Kirishima could remember how the conversation sparked up. It just started. And it ended in Deku being tied up to their headboard.
Kirishima and Deku were some kinky motherfuckers. Roleplay was probably some of the least kinkiest shit they've done.
And as far as they remember, this was Deku's idea. The kidnapped and kidnapper roleplay.
We all know Deku is a closeted pervert, come on now. The thought of being used for Kirishima's pleasure, WHILE role-playing some fucked up shit? Yes please.
Of course, they were safe. Had a safeword code. Even if they were in a position where they couldn't say it, they're quirks were plenty strong enough to let the other one know to stop. Especially when it came to the weak ties on Deku's wrists, just enough to keep him restricted without his quirk.
But now, Deku laid painfully hard in their bed, tied up, mouth covered in tied silk, and Kirishima heavily degrading him.
"Awe, come on Izuku. Can't even go 5 seconds without thrusting into the air, like a fucking needy whore," Deku whimpered as Kirishima slammed his hips down. "Fucking the air won't get you anywhere, dumb slut."
Kirishima was enjoying this. Watching the boyfriend he loved oh so much, struggle under him.
The only thing Deku didn't like was that Kirishima was still fully dressed. It frustrated him, wanting to see his boyfriend just as naked as him.
Mumbles of pleas and begs fell muffles by the silk rope in Dekus mouth, and Kirishima smirked, guving a harsh tug on Deku's nipples, knowing how sensitive they are.
"You can beg and plead all you want, but I am in charge here. And you... You are never leaving my sight, pretty boy," Despite the most harsh words, Deku could still feel the love behind being called "pretty boy."
'Cause he was Kirishima's pretty boy, of course.
Kirishima took a moment to look at his boyfriend. His boyfriend looked... Wow. Beautiful. Absolutely outstanding.
The green silk that was woven down his wrists and tied in his mouth looked beautiful against the pretty green eyes. The same green eyes that were filled with tears so sparkly, they could fight diamonds.
Kirishima's eyes went down, followed each and every scar. He knew the story behind all of them. And he loved each one of them. He was tempted to start leaving kisses on them, but that wasn't the mood that was meant to be set.
Kirishima grabbed Deku's thighs roughly, lifting them and pressing his knees into his chest, giving him perfect room to smack Deku's ass.
Deku whimpered when the hand came down so roughly, but damn, did he like it. The sting was sign enough that there would be a hand print.
"I want to continue, but you would enjoy that, wouldn't you? You enjoy being smacked in the ass. Hell, you're hard as a fucking rock, harder than my quirk makes me, just by me grabbing your slutty ass off the street and threatening to use your body for my pleasure," Kirishima scoffed like he was disgusted.
Deku whimpered, hips desperately trying to find some friction for his neglected dick.
Kirishima tried to make out his mumbles the best he could, coming up with. "I need it, fuck I need it," and just a repeat of that.
"Oh, you need it? I think I enjoy just sitting here and watching you struggle. Why should I continue? I bet you're enjoying it, after all," Kirishima's voice was mchh more rougher than usual, and Deku was eating it up.
"Please, please, touch me," Deku's yell was mumbled, but loud enough to be heard clear enough to understand.
"Hm. No, I don't think I will," Kirishima smirked at the tears falling down Deku's face.
He held back a genuine smile when the tears stopped at the sight of Kirishima pulling his jacket off. Deku's eyes now looked like they held all the innocence in the world.
Kirishima was still baffled about how easy it was for Deku to be such a perv in secrecy.
Kirishima stripped naked, just as hard dick also wanting attention. He kept hsi hands off of it and simply turned around, leaving his ass on display for Deku.
Deku was so, so close to breaking when Kirishima slid a finger inside of himself after lubing his fingers. Deku could picture his cock in Kirishima, and he knows the feeling. He felt it almost every night, afterall.
Kirishima made a show of it, roughly fingering himself, moaning louder than usual, secretly smiling at Deku's begs and whines. He even sat back more and started riding his fingers, just to purposely shake the bed a little.
When he considered himself stretched out enough, he moved to straddle Deku, which Deku was more than happy with. He was so, so painfully hard.
Kirishima stared down at Deku, who has never looked more desperate. "Are you even going to be able to please me? I almost came from just my fingers. Should I just finish myself off and leave you here? I don't think you'll be able to finish the job."
It was a lie, of course. Deku is the only one able to make Kirishima enjoy himself.
Just the thought of being left in the state he was in made Deku start sobbing, let wlone not being enough to please his boyfriend.
Kirishima wondered if he took it too far when Deku started thrusting up again, more muffled moans and something that sounded like, "I can do it, I can please! I promise, please!"
So Kirishima gave in, leaning back, taking ahold of Deku's very thick thighs as he sunk down, Deku's dick stretching him like usual, and he bit his lip so hard, it almost started bleeding.
Okay, so maybe he didn't stretch himself as much. He never did that. He blamed it on the excitement of being able to finally be on Deku.
So he took it slow, and Deku definitely noticed he didn't stretch himself out enough, feeling the extra tightness and how Kirishima hissed while trying to ignore the struggle of sinking down more.
But nonetheless, Kirishima got it and started riding, watching the way Deku's eyes rolled back, moaning for him and more.
"You fucking wou- would like getting riden by- Ah fuck. By a total stran- stranger who kidnapped you, huh? So dis- Oh my god! You're a freak," Kirishima struggled to talk, Deku's dick hitting his prostate perfectly.
Deku couldn't do anything to take it, and he sobbed while doing it. After all the waiting, getting ridden so roughly was slight overstimulation. He took it though, happy to finally feel it.
"Oh fuck! God, you're bett- better than I thought you would be, pretty boy," Kirishima moaned loudly, not being able to hold it in.
It didn't take long for either of them to come, but Deku came first and that led to some overstimulation as Kirishima chased his orgasm, following not too far behind Deku.
But was Kirishima done? No, no he wasn't.
He got off of Deku, and Deku thought he was gonna be untied, when he felt a tight grip on his dick. He whimpered, lokking down to wear Kirishima was homding his dick, and rubbing his thumb over the tip.
Deku started shaking, trying to adjust and move his body out of Kirishima's grip. When it came too annoying to Kirishima, he sat on Deku's stomach, facing his dick while he continued to mess with Deku's dick, overstimulating him.
Deku sobbed as Kirishima pulled and forced orgasm after orgasm out of him, until he felt his body start to give up on fighting him.
That's when Kirishima decided he had enough, getting off of him and untying him. Deku lokked up to him with very, very tired eyes and a small smile.
Kirishima smiled softly back, pulling Deku up in his arms and kissing his forehead. "Are you okay? Anything really hurt?"
"Mm... No. Felt good," Deku mumbled, not thinking much more than that.
Kirishima chuckled, kissing Deku's forehead.
While Deku's and Kirishima's sex life will always be a secret to everyone, they liked it that way.
Just their secret... How truly messed up their minds could be when it came to pleasing each other.
But at the end of the day, they loved each other more than anything.
No matter what was said in the moment, the end of the night was filled with love and care for each other.
What happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom.
Bonus cuz I love KiriDeku:
Kirishima picked Deku up from the bed with ease, holding him close to his chest. Deku found this very comforting and fell asleep.
Next thing Deku knows, he's waking up in a warm bath, as Kirishima walked in the bathroom with clothes that were most likely for him.
"Hey pretty boy," Kirishima said quietly, bending down to Deku and brushing some of his hair out of his face. "Mind if I join?"
Deku was quick to shake his head and make room for Kirishima to get in. Kirishima climbed in behind Deku, and began to clean and massage Deku's back.
"At anytime during that, did you feel the need to use the safeword," Kirishima asked, making Deku look up at him, still looking tired.
"No. It was really good. I liked it all," Kirishima nodded at Deku's reassurance then ran a hand down Deku's chest, cleaning there too.
"I love you, Izuku. So damn much," Kirishima said, kissing him.
"I love you too," Deku said, flipping onto his stomach so he could wrap his arms around Kirishima's waist.
Kirishima smiled at him, taking the opportunity to wash his hair and whatever else he could reach of his body.
Deku fell asleep again, at the feeling of Kirishima taking care of him.
After Kirishima took care of both of them, he got out of the bath, got himself dried off and in some boxers and sweatpants before getting Deku out to do the same with him.
Soon enough, the two laid in the new, clean sheets, Deku laying on Kirishima's chest, and Kirishima rubbing his back, while his hand often went astray dowm Deku's arm to feel the slight indents in his wrist, from pulling on the silk so hard.
"Hm... Eijiro," Deku said, looking up at him.
"Yes, babe?"
"...can we do that again tomorrow night?"
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bookcluberror · 6 months
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I need some good "Kirishima pining over Reader" fluff. Or smut. Or angst. Any recommendations??
Can't believe I'm cheating on my boy Shouto like this, but damn Eiji is really taking root in my brain lately!! Help a girl out, pretty please?
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bitchywitchyvibes666 · 10 months
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Lord Kratos
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A/n: just in case there is confession, I’m doing greek God’s so in this Kratos is the god of strength not be confused with the god of war Ares. Thanks lovelies. 
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The first time Kiri saw you, you took his breathe away. You were so pretty but you looked oh so scared of being in the temple, like a lamb being lead to slaughter. You had come with someone you had named your father, begging him to let it go and that he didn’t need to do this, that he was bothering a busy God with no real reason. Although Kiri would argue that he was never too busy for a pretty thing like you. 
You were clad in a beautiful blue dress, gold accessories cover your waist and arms and some even glinted on your ears. Kiri couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you looked like a goddess, like you belonged in Olympus with him. Kirishima couldn’t even focus on what the man was praying for when you were there, he just couldn’t take his eyes off you and the only voice he wanted to listen to was yours. He wanted to know if it was as sweet as he thought it would be.
It wasn’t until he heard exactly what the man was asking for, he was asking for strength because he wanted to protect his daughter because she couldn’t do it herself. He mentioned that due to your condition, begging and pleading, that you were just to fragile to fight off men with sinful intentions and he needed to be able to protect you. His voice was almost pitiful as he prayed whereas you look like you were going to cry from embarrassment. Your father made an offering before leaving, you wait a moment for stepping forward, your voice completely encasing Kiri’s mind as he listened to you. 
“Please do not listen to my father Lord Kratos, I’m pretty fine with how things are and I would rather not burden you nor my father. Please use his prayer on something deserving my Lord” 
He watched as you bowed before him, your thin hair covering your face like a veil before you stood once more. Kiri almost made himself known to you as he watched you stop for a moment, squeezing your eyes closed and breathing deeply before giving a strained smile. He watched as you careful walked away from him, making sure not to over do yourself. 
As much as Kiri would love to do exactly what you were asking him for, to give you anything that you desired, he just couldn’t, he couldn’t let such a beauty be vulnerable in this world. He’d grant your father this but only until Kiri could do it for you himself. 
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It had been weeks and Kiri watched as you walked the city of Athens, almost throwing himself at you every time you stumbled and looked like you were seconds away from falling, just wanting to drag you into his arms where he knew you’d be safe. You look even more divine than Athena and he couldn’t stop the way his eyes trailed over your body. He couldn’t help the way his teeth tore open his lower lip as his depraved thoughts or the way his fists clenched with the need to ruin you. The need he had developed for you was like a fire raging through his veins.  
Kiri had granted your father strength but that didn’t stop Kiri from doing your fathers job for him, he couldn’t help it! He just lived to protect his little goddess. Kiri lived for the sounds of his fists hitting flesh as he did what he had to do to protect you from their stares and wandering hands. Kiri hated violence but in the name of protecting you? He’d kill this entire city. 
Kiri followed closely behind you as you walked through the city, watching with a loving...almost obsessive glint in his eyes every time you stopped at a stall or smiled at a child. He loved how you acted with the children you saw, you would be the perfect mother and that thought was something so...tantalizing to Kirishima. Kiri knew that some gods did have relations with humans that’s why demi gods came into play but he never imagined he would but fuck did you make the idea seem better than Olympus itself. 
Sometimes Kiri would have to entrust your father with you when his mind wandered too far or he got too drunk off of your scent, fuck you smelt so good to him. Just long enough while Kiri found somewhere private so he could wrap a large hand around his thick cock and stroke it until he came with a feral growl of your name. Sometimes if he had time he’d go back to his place just to hunt out a pair of panties that he had taken from you, he was an utter slave for your scent. Kiri was a God in love and if you asked him to, he’d kneel before you. 
After some time Kiri got bolder in his pursuit of you and it rewarded him greatly. He no longer turned away when you changed or showered, he no longer shied away when he noticed your hand trailing lower of your body. Sometimes Kiri couldn’t help himself as he hid the shadows of your room, hand below his waist band as he followed your slow movements, wanting to take his time with his pretty little human. Sharp teeth evoking blood from his lips to quiet his sounds as he listened to you, fighting with the little self control he had over the smell of you that filled every part of the room, the smell made him dizzy with pleasure.
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It was one of those times again when Kiri couldn’t help but stay a little longer, a little later and watch his pretty little thing sleep. He had noticed that as of late you’d grown more tired and sickly, your illness finally catching up to you and all that you did to care for your father.
Kiri felt his blood boil when he thought of your father, he had granted him the strength he said he needed and he wasted it and let you grow more unwell because he was lazy and unlike Kirishima completely unfit to care for you. This right here was why you needed Kirishima, you needed your big strong God to protect you and make sure you never had to lift a finger again. 
Kiri dragged one of his fingers down the apple of your cheek, relishing in how soft your pale skin was. His red eyes followed the path of his finger before catching the way your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks as you dreamt. His eyes fell to your lips before watching the way your chest rose and fell with every breathe you took. 
Kiri leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as his arms found themselves picking up your fragile body, he whispered a breathless apology as he began to walk away from your bed. This time you were coming home with him, he was sure you’d learn to love it and him. 
You’d just need a little time...
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7inaa · 2 years
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thinking about how even though kiri wants to represent the pinnacle of “manliness”, but he holds so much feminine beauty, like he’s the type of pretty handsome. As in his eyes are slender and feline like and get wide with excitement often. Bordered with the longest and curliest black lashes, that kiss his cheek bones when he blinks and fling right back up against his brow bone. He has the most gorgeous, full and kind of pouty cherry lips, the same ones that kiss you good morning and goodnight everyday. Despite his staggering 6’4 and extremely burly frame, that doubles in size when he goes unbreakable, Eijirou is just so so pretty.
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Been seeing the horror fest stuff of the hot men and I got some ideas, so here’s something small. You can think of pretty much anyone with a cock in this.
Warning: Smut, Blood, Murderer.
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Gripping onto to his chest as you tried to ground yourself as his arms hooked underneath you and held you against the hall. Blood covered his toned chest as black paint circled around his eyes along with the mask coving half of his face. His thicc cock thrusting in your hole was making you squeal and squeeze around him. “Such a fucking whore,” he smirked underneath his mask as his eyes kept themselves on your face. You squirm and tried not to fall as he fucked you in the air, it was cute that you thought he’d drop you.
You hit his chest and looked away from the murderer you had just met. The man had caught you trying to run away but he purred the right words to get you aroused. It was sick how you wanted him. Maybe you were just as fucked up as he was. “That’s it, look away from the monster. So pure and innocent right?” His hands pushed your legs farther apart as his cock hit as deep as it could go. You felt perfect around him, so warm and tight.
Your back slammed into the wall harder and the sounds of your body hitting it repeatedly made you even more embarrassed. “I think I’ll let you live, this hole is too good to give up. Use you as my own personal cock sleeve?” You dig your fingers in his flesh and tighten around him as you got closer to your organism. He chuckled at your reaction, “Though you would like that.”
Characters I thought of: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Ejiro Kirishima and more.
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nishiyako · 9 months
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Iced (NSFW)
Paring : ProHero!Kirishima x Insecure!Reader
Tags : ice play, body worship, vaginal penetration, creampie, mind numbing, panty stealing
Summary : As the wife of pro-hero Red Riot, you try your best to look presentable always. After an anniversary dinner, Ejrio notices you get insecure about your weight very easily, no problem. a bit of Ice and cock will clear your mind perfectly.
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Being the wife of such a popular pro-hero, Red Riot wasent always easy. You always tried to look your best when you were out with Ejiro, high heels and dresses that would hug every part of your toned body. You didn't do any hero-work yourself. You always tried to keep your body in perfect shape.
You always looked like a living barbie in public, but in private, that's when you still shined for him.
Your hair would be freshly dried as you walked around wearing nothing but his sweatshirt, snacking on whatever food there was in the house.
The countless times Ejiro fucked you over the kitchen islands always gave your ego a little boost as he knew you were still an insecure girl under all that glamor.
During your anniversary, you wanted to go above and beyond. You wore a fiery red dress to match his signature red hair and eyes. also to show just how much you were his.
"You ready, baby?" He asked as he opened the penthouse door open for you, "born ready." You said with confidence oozing from your voice. As the elevator dropped and you rode in his sports car, you ate at the best restaurant in the city.
As you ate dinner, you noticed Ejiros ruby eyes traced every curve of your body under your dress. Every detail was burned into his brain, like the opening to show off your thighs or the subtle silver jewlery around your wrists or the way your lips wrapped around the straw of your drink.
He was alredy throbing at the sight of you, what if he just started to fuck you right here? In the middle of the restaurant. Letting everyone know you were his. He wanted to embarras you, yes. But he didn't want to cause a scene.
A bit of convincing later, and you found yourself taking off your panties and handing it to him under the table. He held the peice of lingerie in his hands as he stuffed it in his pocket.
He watched you squirm in your seat as your cheeks turned red. The friction of your thighs rubbing together only made you worse, yet you we're so good to watch.
On the way home, Paparazzi was pooling around the both of you as you waited for his car to return from valet parking. He held you close, making sure your dress wouldn't ride up your body. They could stare all they wanted, but that part of you was strictly reserved for him.
Once back at his penthouse Ejiro locked the door behind him as he gave you bedroom eyes, before you knew it you were backed up into his wall as he rubbed you raw under your dress, his lips intertwined with yours. you loved how he was always so straightforward with what he wanted. It made it easier to please him.
You pulled away as you caught your breath, every anniversary it was tradition to indulge in eachother at the end of the day but you wouldn't eat that much during them, but the food was so good you couldn't control yourself.
"Not tonight, honey." You said he looked at you perplexed. You'd always be taking the lead other times, but now you've turned a new angle.
"I ate a lot at the restaurant. Maybe we can do this another night?" You reasoned, yet he didn't really get your point. "You don't want to?" He asked to try to get your perspective."No, I want you too, but I gain weight really quickly..." you said with a silence following your sentenc
His eyebrows raised as he realized you were insecure. A slight laugh escaped his lips as he held you tighter, "I don't care," he said. Okay, rude?
You looked at him confused, "I don't care if you put on a little weight tonight. A man who can't accept his woman for who she really is is an idiot," he reassured. Ejiro loved every single part of you. Sure, you looked like a supermodel most of the time, but he loved every version of you no matter how many there are.
"Now let's get you out of this dress" he said picking you up seamlessly to bring you to the bedroom, he laid you down on the bed as his hands traced down your body, down your hips, down your thighs, then to take off your uncomfortable heels.
He cherished taking off your dress, it was like opening a present just for him, your clothes were thrown to the floor as he left you lying naked on the bed.
He admired you, making sure to memorize every part of you like this. He towered over you as unbuckled his bed, you watched as his hands struggled with his zipper then shorty tugging it down, his pants fell to the floor as you saw his twitching bulge being only slightly covered by thin fabrics.
He started to walk away, and he exited the room, shutting the door. You questioned if you did anything wrong for him to leave so suddenly, or maybe he had a suprise.
In a blink of an eye, he was back, this time holding a cup full of ice. He had a smirk on his face as he knew exactly what to do with them.
He started to strip himself after placing the ice on the bedside table, "what's going on?" You asked. He didn't bother with a proper response. All he did was give you a kiss on the cheek as he took an ice cube and placed it in his mouth.
He kissed you, your lips felt the freezing sensation alredy, numbing them yet making them yearn for more, his lips traveled to your jaw and neck, giving them cold kisses before finding himself in between your chests, gentle sucks and nibbles were placed on your nipples making them perk up from his teasing.
Whines started to creep out of your mouth as his hands teased you. He moved his body lower as his his mouth teasted you with cold sensations, and his hands played with your sopping slit. It sent tingles through your body as the cold drips ran down your body.
He brought the bowl beside him as the ice melted in his mouth. He took a new ice cube as the frozen water dripped down his wrist, he moved his body lower as he started to kiss your sensitive clit, he toyed with you even more.
He rubbed the ice over your belly, you hatted seeing yourself this full but he loved seeing you in everyway. He rubbed the ice kn your clit numbing it only to stimulate and warm it with his tounge.
You started to seep into a fuzzy mindspace. You couldn't think about your insecurities if you couldn't think at all, right? After a few minutes, the ice started to disappear as Ejiro used everything on you, worshiping your body and toying with it to make you feel nice.
"You want it, baby?" He asked slapping his cock on your wet slit, you whined for it practically begging for it. He pressed down on your stomach as he slipped in almost seamlessly, his hand felt how deep he was in you, though it didn't show directly on your skin, it showed in your movements and noises.
Your breath was restless as you clinged on the cold soaked sheets of the bed. His thrusts were slow yet deep. He watched every single movement your body made trying to read your emotions.
Ejiros cock stretched you out so good your brain fogged, he knew he was big so he always tried to be gentle with you not wanting to break you instantly.
The bed started to rock ass his hips, moved back and forth. He was hitting that perfect spot inside you that made you go crazy. Watching you whine and moan for those ice cubes made him want you even more.
He just wanted to turn off that brain of yours so he could pleasure you more. Please you until you go crazy.
Your hands wrapped around him, scratching and etching your nails into his back as he controlled the angle of your hips for more leverage, thrusting into you deeper and quicker.
Your iced body started to warm as the intensity plagued your mind, rendering you useless for the moment. Your only purpose was to make those epretty noises while he stuffed you so good.
All that foreplay paid off, you were close and so sensitive, your body felt sensations every time he thrusted in and out of you, sensations you'd never get tired of.
Your legs started to tremble as his thrusts got lazy. Thank God the walls were thick. Your moans were basicly screams and yearns for him.
Ejiro grabbed you by the hips pulling you down on his cock. He filled you up until the fluids dripped onto the sheets.
You were out of breath, a glisten of sweat on your forehead and a watery shine on your body.
He held you close, cherishing every moment, not wanting to waste a single second.
Note : I noticed a lot of people really enjoyed my "Behind the Scenes" Kirishima fic, so I wanted to write another one! Thank you to everyone who interacted, I've been writing for years, and only now have I convinced myself to start posting.
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Hi!! i love your stories and was wondering if you do requests? if not im so sorry to bother you!!!!! and if you do than would it be ok if you could do a bull kiri and bull baku x heifer y/n? again if not im so sorry and hope you have a good day!!
In the Fruit Orchard (Bull!KiriBaku x Heifer!Reader) [REQUEST FILL] 
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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Ejirou Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: In which you, a heifer girl, get a night with the hottest bull boys on Aizawa's farm after a trip through the fruit orchard.
Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Animal Hybrid!KiriBaku; Animal Hybrid!Reader; Reader is Fem; Mild Sexual Harassment; Reader Makes First Move; Consensual; Foreplay; Mentions of Milk; Breeding Kink; Deepthroating; Facefucking; Praise; Missionary; Doggystyle; Creampie Kink; Cum on Body; Aftercare; Cuddle Pile
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer’s Note: I got this request a few days ago & had to give it a try. I hope you like it! -Jazz
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They were the finest bulls on Shouta Aizawa’s farm. 
And this wasn’t just something said between the farm animal hybrids that roamed the 300 acres. Any time Aizawa had any guests over at his farm, such as fellow farmers, investors looking to buy the farm (which usually never happened) and visitors who took advantage of the farmer’s market he threw every spring, they always made a point to comment on the two bulls. 
“They’re so big and strong!” they’d say, watching in awe as one would toss several bails of hay while the other sharpened their horns on a nearby tree. Usually, every cow on the farm would be staring too, teeming with adoration for the two. “That’s why they’re here,” Aizawa would always say. “Nobody can handle those two but me.” 
And that was the damn truth. There was no one that could handle the brute force, cockiness, or hot-headedness of the bull duo. They first came to the farm two years ago.
Apparently, Aizawa and his husband, Hizashi Yamada, had saved the two from an abusive animal ring where they were forced to fight other bulls. You weren’t there when they arrived at the farm, but from overhearing from your friends, they were coated in bruises, scars, and starved. Katsuki and Ejiro – or “Kiri” – they were named. Since their arrival, they’ve been celebrities on the farm. 
You came to Aizawa’s farm last spring after your last owner died. You’ve enjoyed the rolling fields, endless apple trees, and comfortable pens ever since…but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy Katsuki and Kiri more. You’ll admit the first time you saw them, you were intimidated.
They were big, buff, and beautiful. Similar to centaurs, their upper halves were nothing but rippling muscle, from their thick pectorals right down to their rock-hard abs, while their bottom halves were of a bull––nothing but fine, dark hair covering thick muscles right down to their calves, thighs, and two hoofed feet. They always walked around with their bull rings glinting in the sunlight and steam protruding from their nostrils as they worked, sweat dripping down their skin in the hot sun. 
You never talked to them before. You were more than happy to just watch. You weren’t sure you’d even know what to say to them. You’d probably trip over your words and feel too intimidated because of how big they were and how they towered over your small frame, no matter your size or shape. You imagined that this is why so many cows and heifers loved them so.
It wasn’t private knowledge that Katsuki and Kiri were a hit with the ladies. You’d catch them watching the bull duo with heart eyes all the time along the wooden gates where the cows were separated from the bulls. If they never watched, you’d hear them gossip about the two all day and night, whether during breakfast or at night in your pens. “God, they’re just so fucking hot!” they’d dreamily sigh. “I wish I could have one of them for my own.” 
“Please, I’d take both of them,” another would chuckle. “They’re too sexy to choose just one. If I wasn’t already mated, I’d have them both give me their babies.” The lady cows would laugh while you’d just lay in your fluffy bed in your pen, your best friend and fellow lady cow Mina lying beside you. She’d turn to you in the late night when the pens were finally silent, her golden eyes glowing in the dark. “You’re always so quiet when the girls gossip about those two,” she’d whisper.
You’d shrug, staring up at the starry sky through the window-like hole above your pen. “Because I’m not interested in talking about those two like they’re pieces of meat,” you’d grumble. “Sure, they’re attractive, but it’s not necessary or appropriate.” 
“Fair point,” Mina said, “but come on, you’ve gotta admit that they’re hot as fuck.” She’d smirk at you with her pink lips and snout as she rubbed her big belly that she got from Denki, one of the male cows here. “I would go for Kiri, personally. He’s such a sweetheart. What about you, Y/N? Who'd you go for?” 
You just told her neither and went off to sleep as she giggled beside you, knowing you were full of shit. The truth was you’d choose both of them. You loved how sweet and friendly Kiri was, his bright smile and red locks always filling you up with warmth whenever you’d see him grazing or soaking up the sun in the mornings. But you also were attracted to Katsuki’s gruffness and how aggressive he got to anyone or anything that threatened his home. He once nearly pummeled a crooked investor who wanted to steal Aizawa’s farm from him, prompting the guy to never come back. 
You couldn’t deny the butterflies they gave you whenever you’d see or hear those raspy, deep voices that filled your dreams every night. You knew you had a deep crush, but you weren’t sure if you wanted them to be with you completely.
That is, to breed you. You were the only heifer on the farm so it was quite intimidating and alienating to be the only female cow who wasn’t pregnant, didn’t have babies, or wasn’t with another cow or bull. Plus, you weren't even sure you wanted someone like Katsuki and Kiri. You’d prefer someone who wasn’t on every cow’s mind and perhaps in every cow’s pen at night. 
That all changed the night Aizawa and Hizashi went out of town for the weekend. It was for their 7th-year anniversary and they would be gone until Monday morning. They told you all about it when they gathered the farm animals for a group meeting the beginning of that week during breakfast. “We’re going away!” Hizashi proudly announced. “To celebrate seven years of our amazing relationship!” 
Aizawa blushed when his husband leaned his head on his shoulder, slipping an arm around his waist. “When we’re gone, every single one of you will be on your best behavior,” he sternly said. “I’ll keep the house locked up, but the farm will still be open for visits from the public. Anyone tries to break in, the bulls know what to do. Otherwise, just be good and don’t make a mess.” 
Make a mess, the animals didn’t. But being good? That rule was never going to be respected.
After your owners left Friday night, Saturday night was as wild as one could get on a farm. A party was thrown in the barn house where music, dunking for apples, and drinking from the secret whiskey stash Aizawa stored away all took place. You initially didn’t want to go, but Mina talked you into it. “When are we ever gonna get a weekend where the farmers aren’t here?” she groaned. “C’mon, just for an hour!” 
You begrudgingly agreed though an hour turned into about three insufferable ones. You sat in the dimly-lit barn on one of the hay bails as a stool, watching as Mina danced with Denki and drank her fill of beer. The party was still in full swing, noise and hollering of the animals all around you that made you very uncomfortable. You sat stiffly with your cow-like legs together, your human hands in your lap. You did have to admit that you looked nice in your flowery sundress that Mina forced you to wear. You were secretly hoping to run into Katsuki and Kiri tonight, but so far, you haven’t seen them. 
You sighed, sipping on your iced tea mixed with a bit of whiskey. You wanted nothing more than to leave this place. “Hey, Y/N!” a faintly familiar voice shouted to you. You turned, finding Shindo waving at you as he made is way over to you on his powerful legs with a swing of his tail. He was one of the most beautiful horses you’ve ever seen with the finest black hair along his bottom half like on his head. His top half was just as pretty––nothing but lean muscle and the prettiest, green eyes you’ve ever seen. 
But not as pretty as Katsuki and Kiri. “Oh, hey, Shindo,” you giggle. “I haven’t seen you all night.” Shindo's tail swayed giddily as he looked down at you. “The other horses and I were down by the lake to cool off,” he explains. “It’s a real nice night. You should come out with me for a walk.” 
You blinked up at him, wondering if he was serious. “You’re asking me?” you questioned. No hybrid, especially a male, had ever asked to d anything with them before. “Yeah!” he laughed. “I was just goin’ down the trail to check out the apple trees and I don’t mind your company. Plus, you don’t seem like you’re enjoying the party too much. How come you aren’t dancing?” His smile grew, playfully so. 
You flushed, toying with the hem of your sundress. “I don’t really dance in these types of settings,” you sheepishly laughed. “Too many drunk shenanigans.” As if on cue, one of the cows––that being Sero—flew down the staircase leading up to the upper floor, crashing into one of the wooden tables. 
“Fair point,” Shindo chuckled. “C’mon, maybe we can get some before the drunk crowd does.” He put his hand out for yours, patiently waiting for your answer. 
You looked down at his hand for a moment, weighing your options. What if someone saw you leave with him and got the wrong idea? What if Katsuki and Kiri saw? ‘Who cares what they think?’ your voice of reason hissed. ‘You’re not even mated to them! They probably don’t even know you exist!’ 
“Okay,” you finally giggled. “Why not?” You put you hand in Shindo’s and let him lead you away from the barn and into the summer night. 
Once away from the barn, the night was quiet and peaceful. Only the buzz of insects, the hooting of a nearby owl, and your and Shindo’s hooves clicking across the path could be heard as you both walked along the dirt paths to the apple orchards, all planted by Hizashi. You often went here to relax and enjoy the quiet for a while on warm, sunny days. Shindo suddenly stopped and pointed at the dozens of apple trees in the twilight with the reddest, ripest apples hanging from their branches. “Here, they go!” He exclaims excitedly. 
He skipped over to one of the trees and you followed, giggling. He stopped at one and picked an apple, immediately chomping into it. His eyes close, taken aback by the taste. “Mmm, that’s good. Grab one for yourself.”
You did so, walking up beside him to grab an apple. You bit into it immediately, loving the sound of your teeth chomping along the crisp, juicy flesh. “Wow, this is good,” you hummed. As you ate, the summer breeze caressed your skin and hair, making the apple trees sway. “And it is a nice night,” you sighed, closing your eyes against the breeze. You felt so good. So peaceful. 
When you opened your eyes, you found Shindo starting at you. There was a strange, almost intimate look in them that you couldn’t quite make sense of. “You look beautiful tonight,” he commented. You snorted as a natural reaction, shaking your head at his words. “Really! But I’m sure your mate tells you that all of the time, right?” 
As he flashed a white-toothed smile at you, our heart sank into your stomach. “Uh, no,” you confessed, looking down at your apple. “I-I don’t have a mate. I’m still a heifer.” Even saying it, you felt pathetic. While it was nothing to be ashamed about and you knew you didn’t want any kids right now, you looked around at so many of the girl cows on the farm and wanted what they had: a mate. 
“Seriously?” Shindo asked, shocked. “How’s that possible? You’re so cute!” You flushed at his compliment, looking off into the night. “It just never happened, I guess.” 
“So you’re not with that bull duo all the cows seem to love?” Shindo asked. The farm is sayin’ they’ve got a thing for you.” You stared at him, wide-eyed, your heart pummeling in your chest. “W-What?” you dumbly asked. There is no way that is true. It can’t be. Shindo shook his head, tossing the apple aside. “That’s too bad,” he tutted, “because I’ve got a thing for you, too. I’ve had it for a while now, to tell you the truth.” 
Your eyes bugged out of your skull. “What?” you asked once again, louder this time. Shindo didn’t speak as he began to slowly walk toward you, a sensual look in his forest-green eyes. You began to walk backward, squeaking when you slammed against a tree. “Wait, Shindo…how would this even work? Y-You’re a horse!” 
Shindo just laughed as he drew nearer to you, putting his big hands on your waist. “Interspecies relationships happen a lot around here,” he chuckled. “Didn’t you know?”
His fingers began to slowly slip down to your dress, creeping up above it to lie on your bare fur. “I can treat you way better than those bonehead bulls, Y/N,” he whispered. “You know it, deep down.” He began to lean in for a kiss and you put your hands out to stop him, laying them flat against his bare chest. “Wait, Shindo,” you protested. “I-I don’t even know you that well. We shouldn’t–“ 
“I think she’s telling you no, horse face,” a raspy, familiar voice growled from beyond the trees. Shindo stopped, glaring into the darkness.
Standing there at the end of the path was Katsuki, fists balled up at his sides and steam billowing from his nostrils like in a cartoon. You heart flipped at the sight of him. “You?” Shindo scoffed, smirking at him. “What, you saw me with her and decided to make a move? You’re just too slow, ‘Suki.” 
“Wrong answer,” another raspy yet slightly higher voice said. From behind Katsuki outstepped Kiri, equally as intimidating with his long, red hair and crimson eyes. “We saw her with you, yes, but we’re not here to ‘make a move’. We’re here to stop you from takin’ advantage of this girl when she clearly isn’t interested and then ghosting her like you did to the horse girls on your old farm.” He tapped a finger against his chin, thinking. “And a few heifer girls too, if I’m not mistaken.” 
Shindo visibly gulped, realizing he’d been caught, while you stare at him in awe and rage. Did he see you as just that? A poor, lonely heifer to take advantage of? 
Katsuki stepped closer, his hooves stomping against the ground. “You need to leave her alone,” he growled. “Tonight and after tonight. If I catch you tryna make a move on her again, you better believe these hooves are goin’ straight into your head.” Shindo was visibly intimidated, but he still tried to play like he wasn’t. “Is that a threat?” he whispered. 
Kiri stepped beside Katsuki, crossing his arms over his buff chest. “That's a promise, horse face,” Katsuki simmered. “Now get out of here unless you want me to fulfill that promise right now.” Shindo looked between them and you, weighing his options. Then, with a huff and a swish of his tail, he turned around and galloped up the trail back toward the barn. 
You relaxed against the tree, glad to be away from him. “You alright, Y/N?” Kiri worriedly asked.
You immediately stood up straight, realizing you were here with the farm’s favorite bulls, alone, in the apple orchard. Other than that, you also realized that Kiri said you name. They know your name. You cleared your throat, recovering. “Yeah,” you exhaled, dusting off your dress. “Thanks, but I could’ve handled that myself.” The two chuckled, the deep rumble of their laughter making your stomach flip. “Never said you couldn’t,” Kiri replied. 
“You ain’t the only cow girl he’s tried to hit on here, y’know,” Katsuki added as he ripped off an apple from a branch above him. “He’s known for being a player and with you being a heifer, that only made it worse.” He bit into the apple, taking a big chunk out of the juicy flesh. “You should be more careful. Farm or not, you’ve got some creeps lurking around here.” 
Kiri elbowed him, stomping his hoof. “Don’t scare her, Katsuki,” he hissed before giving you a reassuring smile. “He’s just being dramatic, cutie. Only thing you need to worry about is not ruining that pretty dress of yours.” You flushed at his words, not used to receiving such compliments, whether blatantly flirtatious or not. “Well, we’ve taken up more of your night, so we’re gonna head off.” 
They began to walk off up the path, passing by you as they did. “You’re going back to the party?” you blurted.
Kiri shook his head. “Nah, not our style. Plus, it’s too nice of a night to be cooped up in a barn.” They turned around and began to leave you again like none of tonight ever happened. You found yourself wanting them to stay for a while, especially after that scare with Shindo.
“W-Well, if you want, I was gonna take a walk down the trails here,” you shyly said, piquing their interest. “You two are welcomed to join me, if you want.” 
The bulls turned toward you, looking shocked that you even said anything. But then they each cracked a smile that knocked the air out of you. “A walk, huh?” Kiri chuckled. “We happen to know about some other treats down there the way the others don’t know about. But you can’t tell anyone.” 
You nodded, signaling your silence. “Then let’s quit standin’ here and go,” Katsuki growled, already making his way down the trail though he stopped to wait for you to catch up. The three of you then begin to walk along the dirt trail, taking your sweet time among the summer air. “So you came last spring, right?” Kiri asked. “What was your other farm like, if you don’t mind me asking?” 
There, while walking through the apple orchard, you talk to each other. You tell them all about your  old farm and its beautiful daisy fields until your owner passed from their disease. They told you all about their past too, sparing you any sad details. You also talked about other things you liked and enjoyed, like spending your past time swimming by the lake on the hottest days of the summer and playfully arguing over snow (Katsuki hated the cold). With every conversation topic, you felt yourself becoming more comfortable with them. 
Finally, you three reached the fruit orchard that was blocked by a couple of thorn bushes. Kiri pushed back a couple bushes to clear a path for you, revealing dozens of trees and bushes carrying delicious fruit. “Aaand here we are,” he chuckled. You gasped, your eyes widening at the delicacies that surrounded you. You began to totter through the fruit orchard, ogling at the peaches, mulberries, and… “Blueberries bushes?!” you squealed, gaping at the two bulls who watched you in adoration. 
“And strawberry ones too,” Kiri added, picking a ripe, red strawberry from a bush. All for the picking. Some of the others know about this place, but are too afraid to come down ‘cause it’s too close to the road.” He picked another strawberry and plopped it Help yourself, cutie.” Flushing again from the pet name and his fingers brushing against yours, you took the berry and bit out of it. As soon as the sweet juice hit your tongue, you were in heaven. “Good, isn’t it?” he snickered, watching you. Your eyes fluttered closed at the taste, wondering how the strawberries got so sweet. “Mmm-hmm,” you hummed. 
You turned to Katsuki as you chewed on the rest of the berry, finding him chomping on a handful of blueberries he picked. When he turned to you, you started giggle at the sight of blueberry juice all over his mouth. “What?” he growled. 
Kiri began to laugh too, holding his stomach. “You’ve got some blueberry juice on your lip,” you giggled, pointing at your own mouth. Katsuki’s face turned a stark red as he went to wipe the juice off…but then he stopped. A crooked, mischievous smile suddenly pulled onto his lips. “Well, you gonna get it off for me?” he asked, obviously joking. 
You didn’t know if it’s the full moon, the fruit, or the whiskey you drank earlier, but you were suddenly flooded with confidence that made you slowly walk over to him. His smile faded as you did, wondering what you were up to. You shocked both them and yourself when you reached out to slide your thumb across his lip and suck on the juice from the digit. Katsuki stared at you for a moment, silent. It was enough to make reality kick in for you.
“Sorry!” you gasped. “I-I don’t know why I did that! I-I…” You paused, feeling humiliating overcome you. “I…I need to leave.” 
You began to turn around and quickly run up the trail, but Katsuki stopped you with a hand on your wrist. His eyes were fierce and intense like a raging, hot fire. “No,” he growled. “You finish what you fuckin’ started.” Before you could take a breath, he was yanking you toward him and pressing a rough, passionate kiss to your lips. His lips were soft and tasted sweet and tarty from the blueberries. One of his hands, rough from years of farm work, pressed against your cheek to deepen the kiss, the feeling of his touch making you dizzy. 
You pulled away with a soft gasp when you suddenly felt Kiri push against you, feeling his muscles through his thin V-neck. His hands roamed over your hips while Katsuki busily kissed and sucked on your neck, no doubt trying to give you hickies. Your eyes fluttered at their ministrations, the feeling of them everywhere around you heaven.
“We didn’t wanna say anything after Shindo earlier, but we could never deny how cute you were,” Kiri whispered. His hands trailed up your arms to your spaghetti straps. He pulled one down to kiss your neck, his kisses sweet and less harsh than Katsuki’s. “We’ve wanted you for so long,” he groaned. “We always knew you were the one, but we never wanted to push you. If you want this, we’ll do anything you want from your command, sweetie.” 
He paused his movements just as Katsuki did, his crimson eyes looking into yours. Neither one of them moved, wanting your permission before proceeding. The ball was completely in your court, and unbeknownst to them, you were ready to give them their winning score. You then turned your head to press your lips feverishly against Kiri’s, earning a moan of surprise. When you pulled away, his shocked eyes stared into yours, as gorgeous as the full moon above. “Yes,” you exhaled. “Take me. I want the both of you, too.” 
Joyful smiles curled onto Kiri and Katsuki’s lips. Before you could even breathe, you were suddenly out of your dress, completely naked in the silver moonlight. For a while, the duo played with your breasts, kneeling down to suckle and lick against the hardened peaks of your nipples. You moaned and whimpered to the moon, only that, the stars, and the trees witness to your activity. You knew that eyes could be anywhere––from the passing cars on the street beyond the wooden fence; coming down the trail from the barn party––but you found yourself not caring. Truthfully, the idea of being caught with the hottest bull duo on the farm turned you on even more. Your fantasies got the best of you, and before you knew it, you were suddenly on your knees with Kiri and Katsuki standing over you. Both of them stripped off their shirts and pants, leaving themselves completely naked. Your eyes eagerly drank them in. You didn’t know where to look––at their gorgeous bodies illuminated by the moonlight or their big, fat, thick, veiny bull cocks hanging in front of you. 
“Well?” Katsuki asked, raising a brow down at you. “You gonna put ‘em in your mouth or just stare at ‘em?” You didn’t need to be told twice. You started with Kiri’s cock first, popping him into your mouth while you eagerly stroked Katsuki, the pre-cum dripping down his cock making for some great lube. Then you switched, alternating between each of them with all the eagerness of a good little heifer slut despite how much your jaw ached. They were huge! However, the duo’s soft moans and grunts of pleasure egged you on, making you stroke a little harder and hollow your cheek out more. 
Kiri adoringly stared down at you, watching you take Katsuki’s cock in your mouth. “You’re so cute, sweetie,” he breathlessly chuckled. “Look at you takin’ both of our cocks like a good little heifer girl.” Katsuki moaned in agreement, his crimson eyes blown with lust as he ogled down at you. “Bet you’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you?” he grunted. “Havin’ us all to yourself.” 
His hips began to slowly rock into your mouth, causing his fur to brush against your face and his heavy balls to hit your chin. You moaned around his cock, your jaw and hand burning from the constant work you were doing.
“Mmmm!” you replied. That was code for “hell yes, I confess”.
To make it clear, you opened your throat for him, allowing him to thrust into your mouth a little deeper. When you felt his cock nearly hit the back of your throat, you gagged. He grunted loudly as one hand moved to grip your hair. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good!” he groaned. “I’ve thought about fucking it so many times.” 
Kiri snickered as he began thrusting into your hand, wet and sloppy with saliva and pre. “So much for romance, but even I’ve thought about that too,” he breathlessly confessed. "Guilty as charged. And she looks way more beautiful in real life than in my dreams.” Katsuki suddenly pulled his cock out of your mouth with a moan, his shaft wet with your spit. You gasped and caught your breath, your body hot and pussy wet. 
Kiri stooped down to press a kiss to your forehead, his hand caressing your sweaty cheek. ”Think you can take us deeper, cutie?” he asked. You slowly nodded, your head dizzy and slightly winded. Though your jaw ached, you didn’t want to stop. You wanted to please them. “One at a time, now. And let us know if you need a break or if you wanna stop. Just give us a tap.” The redhead hybrid demonstrated, tapping his own thigh three times. 
Then Kiri was sticking his cock in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. “Fuuuck,” he moaned, beginning to roll his hips into your hot, wet mouth. You gagged and sputtered around him, your pussy throbbing in time with his dick in your throat. “Mmm, like that,” he moaned. “So. Fucking. Good.” Each word is punctuated by a thrust that has your throat squeezing around him and your jaw begging for relief. Katsuki thankfully gave your hands a rest, opting for just jerking off to the sight of you taking Kiri.
Then Katsuki was next. His thrusts were rougher and faster as he fucked your throat, urging you to take him deeper down your throat until all you could taste and smell was him. “Yeah, just like that,” he urged, his grip on your hair tightening. “Deeper, sweet pea. Take me deeper!” You did so, whimpering as you expanded your throat as if to yawn to the best of your ability while he was still plunged in it. He looked down at you adoringly, the sight of it like a piece of heaven to you. “Good girl,” he moaned. 
At this, you gushed all over yourself as you hugged your thighs tight against each other. Kiri noticed, stroking his cock to the sight of you on your knees with dick deep in your throat. “Ooooh, I think someone likes being called a good girl,” he chuckled. You suddenly felt his hand creep down between your thighs and moaned around Katsuki’s bull dick as they brushed against your sobbing, wet heifer pussy. “You’re leaking all over, cutie,” he tutted. “That just won’t do. All of that milk has to go somewhere.” 
Katsuki took his cock out of your throat, ready for what was coming next. You took a deep breath and recovered, spit all over your mouth and chin. Kiri bent down to kiss you, never mind that you just had another cock in it. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected to your bottom lips. “Can we taste you, cutie?” he whispered against your lips. “And we’ll take turns.” He smirked up at Katsuki who looked ready to devour you. 
You slowly nodded, your body begging for release. “Y-Yes, please,” you weakly replied. In the blink of an eye, you were sitting with your back against Kiri’s chest and Katsuki’s face stuffed in your pussy, your furry legs hooked over his muscular back. “Fuck, Katsuki!” you cried out, not at all afraid if anyone or anything might hear. You wanted them to. 
Katsuki hummed appreciatively as he slurped eagerly at your cunt, his long tongue sliding in and out of your tight hole. “There’s so much here for me, sweet pea,” he huffed. “You’ve been wantin’ this too, haven’t you? You wanted this big tongue fucking your pretty pussy?” He continued on, alternating between sliding his tongue inside of you and up to your clit, sucking on it generously. You whined and squirmed against his mouth, not knowing which way was up and which was down. 
Kiri slid his hands to your chest, proceeding to pinch and tweak your hard nipples. “Answer him, cutie,” he teased. “You may look hot squirming around like that, but that ain’t an answer he wants.” He pinched one of your nipples a little too hard, causing sparks of pain and pleasure to mingle and shoot within you. “Yes!” You whimpered. “I thought about this! I wanted this for so long!” 
Kiri smirked, pecking your lips. “Good answer,” he praised. “Make her cum, Kats. I want this cute little heifer seein’ stars.” Katsuki’s crimson eyes peeked through the V of your thighs as his tongue thrashed against your pussy, pushing you over the edge. Your back arched and your voice rang out in the orchard, into the night. ”Cum for me!” Katsuki demanded. "Cum all over my tongue. Do it now!”
And like a good little heifer, you did. Your first orgasm of the night ripped through you, waves of bliss washing over your body as you came all over Katsuki's eager lips and tongue. Finally, he drew back and hungrily stared at you, his mouth shining with your juices. "Now it’s my turn, Kiri announced. 
The two switched so now Katsuki was behind you while Kiri eagerly ate your sensitive cunt, moving at a slower pace than Katsuki due to you just cumming. But you didn’t need it slow. You needed it faster. You needed to get to that second climax. “Faster!” you begged. “Please, Kiri, go faster!” The redhead obliged, moaning appreciatively into your pussy as his jaw worked like it was overtime. Your hand threaded through his red locks while the other gripped his shoulder, moans and whines of pleasure dripping from your lips. 
From above you, Katsuki suddenly moved to your side so the tip of his angry, red cocked was now at eye-level with yours. “Look at what you’re doin’ to me,” he growled as pre dripped from the head. “Just from that voice and this body.”
You didn't reply. You only leaned in and latched your lips onto his cock, sucking on the head. The blonde chuckled and stood on his hips for a better angle, beginning to rock his hips into your mouth. “You need more?” he cackled. “Such a little slut behind all that sweetness. Make her cum, Kiri. I wanna feel how tight her throat can get when she’s gushin’ all over your face.” 
The moon shone in Kiri’s eyes as he looked up at Katsuki mischievously. “Mmm, my pleasure,” he purred. “You can cum for me again, can’t you, cutie?” He dove back in, his tongue fucking your hole until you were squealing around Katsuki’s cock. “Tell us more about how much you wanted this,” he demanded. “Tell us all about that dirty mind of yours.” 
You were more than happy to. You wanted them to know all about the nights you’ve spent touching yourself in your pen, dreaming about them in your bed with you. Katsuki’s cock popped out of your mouth as you felt your orgasm beginning to peak. “I-I’ve wanted to touch you,” you moaned. “Wanted to taste you…wanted to feel both of you.” 
You gasped as your second orgasm flooded through you, Kiri still eagerly licking your pussy and his hands gripping your hips. It was all so good. All too much. “I’ve wanted you to touch me too!” you babbled, delirious from the pleasure as your orgasm rocked you. “Taste me…breed me!” As soon as the words flew out of your mouth, you covered your mouth. Kiri stopped licking you and Katsuki paused from stroking his cock, both of them staring at you in awe.’Oh, shit,’ you thought, panicking. ‘What did you just say?’ 
“You…have?” Katsuki carefully asked, his brows furrowing at you in an effort to make sense of your words. You felt embarrassment flood inside of you, replacing the satisfaction and bliss of your two orgasms. “I…I…” You didn’t know what to say anymore. You were scared to even speak in fear of saying the wrong thing and scaring them off. 
Kiri sat up between your thighs, stroking your stomach comfortingly. “It’s okay if it’s just a fantasy, sweetie,” he soothingly said. “We’re not judging. But if that’s something you want, you know that we’ll therefore be your mates.” Katsuki nodded, his fingers in your hair. “No other male could touch you,” he added, a fierceness in his eyes. “And we wouldn’t let ‘em.” 
“Unless you decided we didn’t work out,” Kiri quickly added to not make you feel uncomfortable. “But even then, you’d still have our kids. Would you be okay with that?” The both stared at you expectantly, patiently waiting for your answer. 
You were silent, your head spinning. Did you want that? Sure, the idea of being filled with their cum and their babies turned you on, but it was just that: a fantasy. Something that turned you on. You wanted to have children one day and finally graduate from your heifer status. You also wanted these two to be the ones to do it. But you had to be rational about this. There would be time for that later. “Maybe we’re moving too fast,” you admitted, still feeling foolish for actually craving this. “I want to get to know you two more.” 
They both nodded though still gave you that eager look like they wanted you to say something more. You sat up to take their hands in both of yours. “But,” you continued, your voice breathless and airy, “maybe we can play pretend? And maybe I can still be your mate without the babies?” You peered up at them through your lashes, hoping they’d agree. 
Their smiles were all you needed to let you know that your proposition was a definite hell yes. “I don’t see why not,” Kiri replied. “Whatever makes you comfortable, cutie.” You grinned happily, your heart soaring. Katsuki rolled his eyes, exasperated and extremely horny. “God, can we stop talking and just get to fucking her brains out?” he growled. 
Before Kiri could respond, the blonde was helping you onto your knees, coaxing you into all fours. “I’m goin’ first since you were too slow,” he grumbled. Kiri just laughed, letting him take the lead. Your body trembled as Katsuki situated himself behind you, his big body nearly covering yourself. His hands gripped your hips while his cock pressed against your entrance that was dripping with anticipation down your thighs. He felt big even now. You knew it was going to be a stretch to take him. 
Ready, sweet pea?” he asked, his gruff voice making you tremble. You nodded, biting down on your lower lip. “Let me know if it’s too much.” Then his cock was sliding inside of you, but just the head at first. Your mouth fell open on a gasp as you felt your pussy stretch around his girth. Thank God for those two orgasms. Katsuki didn’t move. He stayed completely still, waiting for you to give him permission to continue. After a few minutes of slow breaths and readjusting, you felt comfortable enough to take more of him. “I’m okay,” you squeaked. “Go ahead.” 
He slid inside of you, inch after inch of bull cock filling your pussy to the brim. You had never felt so full before. It was an indescribable feeling, especially when he began to finally fuck you hard, rough, and fast the way you craved. The harder his hips slammed into you, the more your pussy gripped him. You were a moaning mess, your voice loud and your breasts jiggling as Katsuki pounded into you from behind. “Harder, ‘Suki, please!” you sobbed. “Fuck me harder!” 
Kiri paused for a few beats, wondering if you were serious or real. “Don’t keep her waiting, Kats,” Kiri chuckled, his cock sitting against your lips. “Give her what she wants.” And the blonde did so. He gripped your hips for dear life, propped a leg up, and plunged his bull cock deeper into your soaking, tight walls that squeezed him tighter than a vice. “Such a good girl,” he grunted. “Takin’ this big, fat bull dick like this. Bet you’ve been thinking about me fuckin’ you.” 
You sucked him in deeper and deeper, causing his cock to glide against your G-spot. You wailed to the skies above, in love with his cock. “Fuck, Katsuki!” you loudly sobbed. “Keep going! Don’t stop!” Kiri chuckled from in front of you, his wet cock sliding against your lips. “You’ve got another big, fat bull dick to take care of, cutie,” he chuckled. “Open your mouth for me.” 
You did so, allowing his cock inside of your mouth. The two then began fucking you at the same time, thrusting into your tight holes in unison that had your body shaking and your mind going blank. Your pussy continued to squelch and clench around Katsuki’s cock, his balls slapping against your clit that was just about to explode. You moaned around Kiri’s cock and popped your mouth off of him, panting heavily.
“’S-Suki,” you warned, “I’m gonna…gonna…” 
“Me too, darlin’,” he groaned. “Your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum.” He then reached over your shoulder to take your chin into his hand, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip.“You gonna take it?” he snarled in your ear. “You gonna take all this cum deep in your cunt like my good little heifer? You want me to make you a mommy?” 
“Yes, Katsuki, please!” you screamed as your orgasm grew nearer. “I’ll take it all! All of it for you!” 
It didn’t take long for you to finally burst around his cock the way you needed to. You came with a long, loud moan that tears out of you as your third orgasm washed over you. The moment your pussy clenched around Katsuki’s cock was the moment he came too. He gripped your hips and swore to the heavens before he pulled out of your inviting, wet pussy. Only lewd sounds of his fist furiously pumping his wet cock were heard before a loud groan left his lips. “Fuck!” he bellowed as he finally burst all over your ass, coating your fur in his cum. 
“Wooow,” he drew out, laughing. “That’s a lot of cum, Kats! I think you ruined her!” “Think you can take me too, sweetie?” he softly asked. Weakly, you nodded, wanting him too. “Good girl,” he praised. “Just get on your back for me.” 
He then swung your legs over his broad shoulders and proceeded to slide his big, fat, hard bull cock inside of you, taking his sweet time and focusing on your body’s responses to him. “Gonna take you just like this,” he huffed as he began to thrust his hips forward, stroking your insides with his cock. “This is okay, sweetie? You still feelin’ good?” 
All you could do was moan, whimper, and sob at the pleasure, too far gone to form words. “If you ain’t gonna use that mouth to speak, you could use it for something else.” You understood immediately and weakly opened your mouth, allowing him to use it as a personal fleshlight. “Atta girl,” Kiri praised as you sucked on Katsuki’s thick cockhead. “Such a good little heifer, aren’t you?” 
You were. You were their good little heifer. You wanted to show them that more than anything, so you continued to hollow your cheeks to tighten your mouth around Katsuki’s cock and lifted your hips to meet Kiri's thrusts, brushing your clit against his pelvis. It didn't take long for your fourth (count ‘em; four) orgasm rose to the surface, threatening to spill over you.
You whined and whimpered around Katsuki’s thick cock, causing Kiri to plunge his cock inside of you a little bit faster. Katsuki leaned down, popping his cock out of your mouth. “You want Kiri to cum in you too?” he asked. “You want him to fill that tight pussy with his babies?” 
You practically sobbed as your orgasm hit you, causing you to cum all over Kiri’s cock without giving you a chance to warn him first. “Please!” you cried out. “Please, please, please!” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but Kiri continued his pace, moaning into the breeze as he chased his orgasm too. 
Katsuki hummed appreciatively for your climax, stroking your hair out of your face. “And after he's done, you’re gonna walk around with our cum deep inside you,” he murmured to you, taking you deeper into this breeding fantasy. "And then in a few months, you’ll be all nice and big with our kids.” His lips pressed to your ear, kissing you below your earlobe. “You’ll officially be ours,” he whispered. 
Kiri panted heavily from between your thighs, his cock swelling and throbbing inside of you, about to erupt. “Fuck, that’s so hot!” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum! S-so hard!”
Whines and moans left his pretty lips as his orgasm finally peaked. You almost were sure he’d cum inside of you until he quickly pulled himself out of you and pumped his nut all over your body. You weakly moaned as you felt his hot cum splash onto your stomach and titties, coating you completely in his scent. 
Your eyes fluttered closed out of exhaustion and bliss, soft pants leaving your lips. For a moment, you thought of all of that cum inside of you, both Katsuki and Kiri’s seed mingling together in your womb until you were completely full with their babies.
‘Maybe some day,’ you thought, and you believed it. It was impossible not to think you could have some sort of future together, especially when the two began to clean you up. They could only use their shirts to sob the cum off your body, but you appreciated it nonetheless. 
Afterwards, they both laid down on either side of you on the grass, trapping you between their big bodies. You laid your head on Katsuki's chest while your back pressed into Kiri's front. You were spooned from both sides, totally warm and comfortable. For a while, you just laid there in silence, enjoying the afterglow and the sound of crickets in the night. “That was amazing,” you finally sighed. 
Katsuki nodded, his big chest rising and falling as his breathing evened out. “Mmm, you definitely were,” he hummed. You felt his big arm cradle your neck, his hand lazily playing with your hair. “We can't wait to have you again…and again…and again.”
He leaned down to peck your lips, slightly sucking on your bottom lip as he pulled away. “Because now you’re yours, sweet pea,” he whispered in your ear. “We’re never gonna let you go now.” His words made your pussy clench excitedly around air, wanting desperately to have all of those “agains” and loving the feeling of being theirs. And them being yours. You were even happier to know that tonight wasn't a one time thing––this was a sure thing.
Kiri pressed his lips to your shoulder, using one arm to prop himself up to look down at you. “How ‘bout we all go down to the lake for a dip?” he suggested with a smile. “After a good cuddle under the stars, of course. Just look at this sky!”
He nodded up at the inky black canvas above you that was coated in twinkling stars. “Wow,” you whispered, in awe at the beauty. A happy, content feeling twirled in your gut as you laid with the bull duo, arms and legs entangled. 
You stared at the sky for who knows how long until the sounds of the crickets and swaying trees began to get you. Before you drifted off to sleep, you felt Katsuki and Kiri both press their lips to your cheeks. Kisses goodnight.
“Rest now, mate,” Kiri murmured to you, his muscular arms wrapping around your waist. “We’ve got you now.” 
You drifted off with a smile. 
THE END. 
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