âž We're Just FriendsâŚRight?
pairing: eijirou kirishima x reader
series synopsis: You, an overworked and severely underpaid college student, are drowning in stress and student loan debt. Your lifelong best friend, Kirishima, has just the solution for your problems. Well, at least one of them. What could go wrong? You're just friendsâŚright?
chapter synopsis: after a particularly grueling shift, you have a movie night with kirishima! after talking over your day, he has a proposal for youâŚ
minors if you interact i will set the hounds on you. you will be blocked
content:Â college!au, friends with benefits, long buildup to smut, afab reader, reader is lowkey kind of insecure, reader has a fat crush, talk of masturbation, skin marking/hickeys, kirishima is an eaterrrr, kiri uses pet names, soft sex, fingering, pussy eating, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap in before you tap it friends), creampie, aftercare!!, veryyyy emotionally blurred lines, angst if you squint. wc: 4.6k
authorâs note: hi! this is the first chapter to a new series iâll be writing. this is also the first time iâve written anything with significant length, please be kind!
series masterlist đˇď¸main masterlist đˇď¸ header art credit: @sp1ritb0x đˇď¸ dividers credit: @strangergraphics
Nothing is worse than a college waitressing job. Doesn't matter if you're working at a high-end restaurant or a shitty dive bar. Waitresses aren't paid shit and are treated as such. These are your thoughts as you cash out your final table for the night, mentally telling them to go fuck themselves for the $0.83 tip they had left you. You would have preferred it if they had left it blank; even that would be less insulting than eighty-three cents. You set to working on your end-of-shift tasks in a daze, the exhaustion from the day settling itself deep in your bones. The only thing that breaks you out of the haze your shift has put you in is your phone buzzing in your back pocket. You stop rolling silverware to check the notification, a small smile gracing your face as your lips curve into a soft smile. The noises of the restaurant fade into a droning hum in the background as you read the text from your lifelong best friend, Eijirou Kirishima.
"Picked up your fav food and headed over to your place!! Movie night :)" You swear the only punctuation this man uses is exclamation marks. You quickly send back a reply, letting him know you are finishing up sidework and that he should just make himself comfortable as you'd be home in about 30 minutes. You hurry to finish up the rest of your sidework and say goodbye to your coworkers as you shove your cash tips into your purse, telling yourself you'll organize it all tomorrow. Breathing a sigh of relief into the sticky warmth of the night, you climb into your beat-up Corolla and begin your drive home. As streetlights pass overhead, you finally feel excitement beginning to overtake the twisty, negative thoughts that had overtaken your brain during your shift. Before you know it, you're pulling into your parking spot at your apartment complex and heading up the stairs to the small, two-bedroom, one-bathroom flat you shared with your friend, Mina Ashido. As soon as you step into your apartment, you're greeted by the rich, savory smells of teriyaki and fried rice.
"Eiji, I'm home! Where are you?" You call out as you kick your shoes off in the entryway.
"In your room! Your food's getting cold, you better hurry!" The red-haired man responds. When you finally, finally step into your bedroom, you find the burly man sprawled out across your bed on his stomach. The sight is welcoming and familiar; you two have spent countless hours in this room over the last few years, sharing food and commiserating about asshole professors.
"Move over, my feet hurt." You grumble, shoving at Eijirou to make room for yourself and settling in at the head of your bed. He scoots up next to you, handing you your food as he leans into your side. Silently, you pass him the TV remote from your bedside table, too tired to ask him to choose the movie. Your brain felt like it had shriveled up and atrophied inside your skull somewhere within the last two hours of your shift. Kirishima hums as he takes his time scrolling through movies, eventually settling on a classic. "10 Things I Hate About You? Again?" You ask through a mouthful of food. Kirishima almost always chose this movie; you two had probably seen it at least a dozen times just in the last two months.
"Hey man, don't hate. How can you resist Heath Ledger?" The redhead feigns offense. Shrugging in agreement, you settle into Kirishima's side, basking in the warmth and comfort of him your bed. Movie nights with Kirishima always went this way. He brings food over, you two snuggle up and chat while you eat and watch the movie, and you inevitably fall asleep halfway through. "Anyway, how was your shift?" He asks, looking down at you.
"Ugh, my god, it was the worst. I had a twelve-top of frat boys right at the beginning of my shift, and it went downhill from there. All of my tables were rude as fuck, and my last table tipped me eighty-three fucking cents. They physically wrote eighty-three cents on the receipt, and that didn't even round it up. Just a random ass eighty-three cents. Next time, just don't tip at all. And ohmygod I have the same shift tomorrow, and I'm scheduled with my internship at the office all next week, and I have a huge project due Thursday." The words come rushing out of your mouth before you can really even think about it. You haven't even realized how stressed you are until this very moment when it all comes crashing down on you. "Jesus, I barely even have enough time to do this." You groan, sliding down further in your bed.
"Woahh, little lady, that sounds like a whole lot. You makin' time for yourself with all that?" Kirishima furrows his eyebrows, looking down at you.
"Ha, like I have time for that!' You scoff. "I'm so stressed that even thinking about taking time for myself makes me stressed."
"Hmm. That's not healthy, ya know. Maslow's hierarchy and all that." He nudges you with his elbow, trying to pull a smile out of you.
"Fuck Maslow and his pyramid. I bet he never juggled college, student loan debt, a shitty job in a diner, and an internship." You grumble, throwing yourself across his lap. Kirishima grins at this; you always were one for dramatics. He knew that you would work yourself to death if you didn't have somebody there to stop you. Oftentimes, he was that somebody. You'd known each other since the days of playing on the playground, and seen each other through heartbreak (mostly on your end). In all honesty, Kirishima knew you better than you knew yourself. And he could see that you were headed right into a trainwreck of a burnout.
"C'mon, you're smarter than that. You know you gotta take care of yourself," He urges, patting you on the head to get your attention. "Do you have any methods of stress relief? Any at all?"
You pause for a moment to think. You do have one go-to method, but you can't possibly tell your childhood best friend (and crush of many years) what that method is."I mean, like, yeah, but⌠It's not always effective." You sigh.
"Aw, well, that's a shame, what is it? Maybe I can help you find some new ones to try out!" God bless this man. So clueless, but so desperate to help.
"Eiji, it's private."
"What kind of stress relief would be so private you can't teâoh!" Kirishima's cheeks flush bright red as the implication of your statement settles in. "Well, uh..that's a good method! It's not effective, though?"
"Eijirou, stop talking about me masturbating!" You yell, rolling over to bury your face in your bed covers.
"Sorry! I just want to help however I can!" Kirishima yelps, clearly just as embarrassed by this situation as you are. It's not like you guys had never talked about sex, but never so openly, and definitely never about masturbation.
"Oh my god stoppp!" Your whine is muffled by the blankets. "I really appreciate it, but this is not something you can help me with, Kiri." You can't see him, but you feel him pause. His legs are stiff underneath you, his hand has moved away from your head, hell, he may have even stopped breathing. Bracing yourself, you peek up at him. He has a thoughtful look on his face, one that makes your stomach flutter and your heart twist up around itself. When Kirishima finally speaks, you think your brain has finally been fried from all the stress you're under.
"WellâŚI could. I mean, only if you wanted me to! But, I could, you know, help with that." He says it so casually, like offering to have sex with your best friend is a normal thing. You shoot up, staring at him with wide, incredulous eyes.
"Kirishima, I'm so serious, you cannot joke like that."
"Come on, you know me. I wouldn't joke about something like that. I'm just saying, if it's stress relief you're needing, I'd rather you find that with me than some guy you don't know. I just wanna make sure you're happy and safe." Kirishima reassures you, reaching out to take your shaking hand in his. Your heart is pounding out of your chest. You've had a crush on Kirishima since you two were kids, but you'd never seen any evidence of those feelings being returned. Sure, he was sweet and a gentleman, but he was like that with everyone, women especially. There was no way you could go through with this. You could ruin years of friendship for what, a little stress relief? Absolutely not. And yetâŚthe selfish part of your brain is screaming at you to say yes. Even if he didn't feel the same way, you could still have him, if only in that blurry place between friendship and love. No, that's not fair, to either of us, you tell yourself. You open your mouth intending to say no, and yet â
"Okay." You barely even recognize your own voice when you finally speak. Did that really just come out of your mouth? What is wrong with you? He's going to think you're so desperate and a freak andâ
"Okay? That's it? I mean, really, are you sure?" Kirishima's voice breaks you out of your spiral. That concerned look is back in his eyes as they search your face for any hesitation. He wants you to be absolutely certain of your decision. "You can say no, it's not a big deal at all!" Kirishima's thumb brushes over the top of your hand, grounding you, pulling you back in.
"I'm sure. It makes sense, it's smart. I know you, and I trust you. But what happens if feelings start to get involved?" Your voice wavers at the end of your sentence. You almost hope he doesn't answer. You almost hope your question makes him change his mind. There's no telling how he'll respond, and you don't even know what you want him to say.
Kirishima simply shrugs and gently pulls you into his lap, his hands settling firmly on your hips. "I think we can cross that bridge when we get to it. This is supposed to be stress-relieving, not stress-inducing." You bite your lower lip, taking a moment to think it over. You don't want to worry about this; you don't want to think about feelings. You control every other area of your life down to the minute, can't you just let this one thing be?
"Yeah, okay. That sounds good." You breathe out, letting your body relax as you lean into Kirishima's touch. You always knew he was on the beefy side, but sitting here, right in his lap, he seems larger than life."EijirouâŚwill you kiss me?" Your voice comes out quieter than you mean it to, but Kirishima doesn't give you any time to ruminate on that, as his lips are on yours the second you finish your sentence. The kiss is soft and tentative at first, as you learn the taste of each other's lips. He kisses you as though he's afraid you'll slip right through his hands if he's too rough. It's not the first time you had kissed each other; Kirishima was your first kiss. But this was the first time it had been anything more than practice for future relationships. You wrap your arms around his strong shoulders, desperate to be closer to him. He gladly pulls you closer, deepening the kiss as he does; his tongue laps at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You grant it, letting his tongue twist around yours and explore every corner of your mouth. He steals the breath right out of your lungs, making it feel as though you are drowning in him. Your head begins to spin, and you pull back to wrench some oxygen back into your lungs, leaving just centimeters between your lips.
"Hey, you okay?" Kirishima whispers, stroking your cheek with his thumb. The contrast of his rough, calloused hand against the soft, supple skin of your cheek is delicious. Meeting his eyes, you nod, still a bit breathless.
"I need moreâŚplease?" You feel completely out of your element, in the best way. All you want is for him to take the lead, a feeling that is completely unfamiliar to you. A small smile graces Kirishima's lips, and as if he has read your mind, he tightens his grip on your hips and flips you on the bed, settling his hips between your thighs.
"I got you, pretty." He murmurs, leaning down to kiss the side of your neck as he slips his warm hands beneath your shirt. You shiver as the heat from his hands blooms across your stomach. The warmth spreads as Kirishima alternates between sucking hickies into the skin of your neck, then lavishing over the marks with his tongue, soothing the sting. You wind your fingers around the hairs at the base of his neck, accidentally pulling at them when Kirishima bites at the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He lets out a deep, gravelly groan that shoots straight to your core and has you squeezing your thighs around his hips. Kirishima chuckles at your reaction and moves to pull your shirt up. "Wanna take this off for me?"
Nodding immediately, you pull your shirt over your head and toss it to the side, followed by your bra. Kirishima is pulling at the waistband of your work pants next, silently asking for permission to tug them off. You quickly unbutton them and lift your hips to allow Kirishima to pull them off. "Wow." Kirishima breathes out, looking over your nearly-naked form. A soft blush creeps up your cheeks at his reaction. It's not like you hadn't been with a guy before, but this was much more intimate than it had been with the others. The warm glow of your bedside lamp and the low murmur of the television playing in the background created such a comfortable, romantic atmosphere that you could almost forget that you and Eijirou were just friends.
You're pulled out of your thoughts by the sensation of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh. You shiver, and goosebumps rise on your skin as you realize just how close Kirishima is to where you need him most. You're sure your panties are soaked through with your slick, and you're a bit embarrassed by how easily you unravel in Eijirou's hands. He, on the other hand, absolutely loves it. He can't get enough of you, and all he's done is kiss you. You gasp and instinctively squirm when Kirishima presses his nose against your clothed clit, lightly grinding against it and inhaling your scent. "Oh, god, Kiri, you don't have to do that." You murmur, your cheeks burning once again.
"Who said anything about having to? I do this for the love of the game." He grins up at you, playfully nipping at the fat of your inner thigh.
"Well, I know, but likeâŚI just got off a 10-hour shift, I'm sure I'm not like⌠fresh, you know?" You huff, playing with your hands.
"You know I don't care about that, hun. C'mon, just lemme taste you, please? You smell so fucking good, I jus' wanna taste you." Eijirou pleads, already beginning to slide your thong over your hips. Biting your lip, you nod and lift your hips once more so Kirishima can finally, finally get to your pussy. He, however, decides to take his time with it, placing featherlight kisses across your lower stomach, then your hips and your inner thighs, until you're whining and squirming underneath him, desperate for any sort of friction. Eijirou simply hums and ducks his head down, licking up your slit in what feels like slow motion. Your head falls back into your pillows, a long, drawn-out moan leaving your lips.
"Oh, fuck, EjirouâŚ" You whine out, carding your fingers through his hair. He takes this as a sign to continue and fully dives in, flicking his tongue over your clit until you're crying out and tugging at his hair, making him moan into your cunt. Looking down at him, you think it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. His bright red hair, which is usually spiked up, is plastered to his forehead, his pupils are blown, and his lower face is coated in a shining layer of your slick. You take a moment to imprint this image into your mind, committing every detail to memory. You're interrupted by the hulking man tugging your thighs over his shoulders so he can bury his face even deeper into your creamy pussy. He devours you like you're his last meal, all greedy and messy until your thighs are trembling around his ears. It's been so long since you've been touched by another person, and you're so, so close to cumming. "My god, Eijirou, please, I need toâŚ" Your words are barely coherent, sounding more like moans and whimpers than anything else.
"You gonna cum for me, pretty?" Kirishima's voice is low and husky, laced with lust. "Let go, I've got you." One of his thick fingers slips inside you as he speaks, curving up as he works it in and out. You're so lost in the sensation that you don't even notice him grinding against the bed, undoubtedly seeking to ease some of his own tension. He slips a second finger inside you, punctuating it with a harsh suck to your clit, and you're tumbling over the edge, your quaking thighs locking around his head as your hips chase his retreating fingers. Eijirou scatters kisses along your inner thigh as you come down, stroking his thumb along your outer thigh. "How you feelin'? Any less stressed?" He hums cheerfully.
You let out a breathy laugh. "A bit, yeah. How're you feeling?"
"I'm great!" Kirishima brushes you off, but now that you're paying more attention, you notice the subtle grinding of his hips against your mattress.
"Hmm, I think it's your turn now." You hum, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor, where your discarded clothing already lay.
"Nah, this is supposed to be about you." Kirishima shakes his head. "Don't worry about me." It's just like him to get you off and tell you he doesn't need anything in return. If he were any more selfless, you might call him a doormat. But no, that wasn't him either. Kirishima took pride in taking care of himself and those he loved. He took pride in being a genuinely good man, and that meant that sometimes, the needs of others came before his own. You weren't about to let that happen, though. At least not tonight.
"Well, it can be about me and still make you feel good." You shrug. Kirishima takes a moment, then hums in assent as he moves from the space between your legs and stands. You watch his deliciously veiny hands as he removes his belt and unzips his jeans, slowly revealing his intimidatingly large bulge. You almost hoped that he was already fully hard; there was no way it would fit if it got any bigger. "Jesus ChristâŚ" you whisper to yourself.
Kirishima simply smirks at your remark and continues his motions, pulling his boxers off with his jeans. His heavy cock slaps against his stomach as it is freed, and you can't help but watch, awestruck. It's so thick and pretty, with prominent veins curving around the shaft, his swollen tip an angry, throbbing red. A drop of precum gleams pearlescent in the low light of your bedroom, and you have to resist the incredibly strong urge to lean forward and lick it off. Kirishima moves back onto the bed, kneeling over you and caging you in with his arms. "Open up." He murmurs, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. With a coy smile, you part your lips, slipping your tongue out to lick the tip of the offending thumb. "Wider for me." He rasps, sliding his index and middle fingers into your mouth. "Now suck." Intrigued, you follow his instruction, hollowing your cheeks and licking around his thick fingers to the best of your ability. Once he's satisfied, Eijirou pulls his fingers from your mouth and reaches down between your legs, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he slips his fingers into your cunt. He starts slow, dragging his fingers in and out, never breaking pace. His fingers work you open at a torturous pace, until three of his fingers can comfortably glide in and out of your soaked cunt.
"Eiji, pleaseee," you whine, squirming underneath him. His fingers fill you up so nicely, but you want to feel him, all of him.
"Please, what?" Kirishima has the audacity to tease you. In this moment, with his fingers inside of you, he has the gall to tease you. This is so not how friends with benefits act.
"Ugh, come onnn, just fuck me." You huff, your cheeks burning as you avert your eyes, refusing to acknowledge what you had just said.
"Your wish is my command." There's a cheeky grin on his face, which is quickly replaced with an expression of pure as he presses the tip of his fat cock into your warm, welcoming pussy. Your expression matches his, a gasp catching in your throat at the initial burn of the stretch.
"Oh fuck, there's no way that thing is fitting all the way in." You gasp out, but your words don't match your actions. You're grinding your hips against him, clawing at his shoulders, pulling him closer, anything to feel the full weight of him inside of you. Kirishima groans as he slowly eases himself inside of you, maintaining the slow pace for your sake. He desperately wants to slam his cock inside of you, thrust into you with reckless abandon, bury himself in your weeping cunt. But he doesn't. Instead, he slowly drags himself in and out, in and out, pulling whimpers and moans from your swollen, bitten lips. You feel so fucking full already; all rational thought has left your mind, leaving behind only thoughts of Eijirou.
You grab his face to pull him down into a desperate, messy kiss. It's sloppy, your paces not quite matched, your nose bumping his, but neither of you cares. As the kiss intensifies, so do Eijirou's thrusts, until he is holding onto your hips with an iron grip to keep you in place as he pounds into you. At this pace, it isn't long until you're coming undone, your cunt fluttering around him in pulsing waves. You bite down on his lower lip to muffle your moan, which honestly could be classed more as a yell. You're grateful you have him to dampen your sounds, as you can only imagine the comments Mina would be making the next day.
Kirishima groans, gasping out a string of curses. "Sh-shit, babe, you gotta stop doin' that, or I'm gonna lose it."
You whine, your legs trembling with the aftershocks. "Can't, feels too good, Eiji." The burly man simply shakes his head and hauls your legs up over his shoulders, leaning down until your thighs are pressed into your chest, effectively pinning you. He resumes his brutal pace, filling the room with sounds of skin slapping against skin and your dripping, sopping cunt. Sweet words are whispered in your ear as Eijirou talks you through it, rubbing messy circles over your clit, bringing you right back to the edge. He had fucked you right through your last orgasm, and this one was building up much more quickly than the previous ones had.
"Come on, sweets, one more for me." He groans, his pace growing more erratic with each thrust. "Want you to cum with me." He squeezes your thigh with his free hand, continuing to rub at your clit with the other.
"Oh, my God, oh fuck, Kiri, right there, pleaâ" You cut yourself off with a long, shuddering moan, and find yourself biting down hard onto his shoulder to ground yourself as your orgasm rips through you, white-hot and unforgiving. Your cunt clenches around him once more, and with a prolonged moan, Kirishima follows you over the edge. He presses himself as deep inside you as he can get, sending ropes of hot, sticky cum to coat your inner walls. His whole body tenses up, and he seems to be holding his breath as he eases himself down to lie on top of you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, which are heaving with the effort of taking in deep, ragged breaths.
"Goddamn." You whisper, trying to still your quivering thighs. Kirishima lets out a breathy chuckle and places a kiss on your collarbone before pulling out of you, causing streams of cum to trickle out of you. "That was⌠incredible. Should've done that a long time ago." You murmur, playing with the damp strands of hair at the base of Kirishima's neck.
"Mm, very much agreed." Kirishima laughs, rolling himself off of you. He clambers off the bed and slips into your adjoining bathroom, coming back with a warm, damp washcloth. He goes about cleaning you up, gently wiping the cloth along your inner thighs, then carefully over your slit. You whine and squirm away when his fingers brush over your clit, and he whispers out an apology. Your eyes follow him as he pulls his boxers on and flops down on the bed next to you. Feeling a bit self-conscious, you pull the covers over yourself and snuggle into his side. "You feeling any better?" he asks, turning his head to you.
"I am, actually. Thank you, seriously. You're okay?"
Kirishima nods. "Better than ever!" You smile at that and lay your head down on his shoulder. Your anxious thoughts from before are starting to creep back in, and you desperately want to talk about what this actually means. That felt far more intimate than any casual hookup you'd had before, and you don't know what to make of it. Did you feel that way because of how long you've been friends? Or was it just Kirishima's nature? Your thoughts continue to race, but between the warmth of your bed, the weight of Kirishima's body next to yours, and the exhaustion from your day, sleep overtakes you.
When you wake in the morning, Kirishima is gone, but you find a note on your bedside table. It read: "Sorry I had to leave before you woke up! I had plans to go to the gym with Bakugou early this morning, and you looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn't wanna wake you up! Text me :))". You sigh and burrow back under your bed covers. If you don't get out of bed, you won't have to deal with the repercussions of last night. If you don't get out of bed, maybe it doesn't have to be real. You comfort yourself with these thoughts, but your comfort is brief, ripped away from you by the shrill voice of your friend and roommate, Mina.
She barges into your room and leaps onto your bed, landing directly next to you. "Girl! Who was the hottie you had in your bed last night? Sounded like you were getting it gooddd, tell me everything!" She squeals, shaking you by the shoulders. "Oh-em-gee, hickies too?! Spill!!" You groan loudly, covering your face with your hands.
So much for fucking stress relief.
a/n: thank you so so much to @riotsgrl my beloved for beta reading and encouraging me to post my writing in the first place! i love you queen
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