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kiri loves when you were like this, needy and desperate, squirming in his lap with your perfect lips pressed to his. he loves the taste of you, the smell of you, it all just went straight to his head. your fingers tangled in his hair, little gasps leaving your lips and the delicious roll of your hips against him.

“eiji..” you tilt your head back as he starts to kiss down your jaw.

“hm?” he nudges his nose against your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent. “tell me, sweetheart.” his drags his teeth against your warm skin.

you inhale sharply. “wanna.. mm.” you press yourself down firmer on his hardness.

“wanna what?” he traces a small heart above your pulse with the tip of his tongue.

“ride while you feed.” you whisper. “please? please eiji i’ll be good.” you nod your head. “please.”

“you spoil me, princess.” he places one more kiss to you skin.

he wraps a thick arm around your waist, lifting you so he can slip a hand between your thighs. his fingers press against your panties, chuckling when he feels just how wet they are from his kisses. pulling them to the side, he swipes two fingers through your honey, bringing it up to swirl around your clit. his dick twitches at the breathy sound of his name when he starts tight circles over the sensitive bud.

“you’re so perfect.” he looks up at you.

“kiri.. kiri- i!!” he slides his two fingers down and into your gummy walls. “mmmf!” you start to ride his fingers, squeezing around them and pleading softly.

“you know i gotta open you up a little bit.” he hums, spreading his fingers.

your toes curl as he slowly fucks his fingers into you, body heating and buzzing with pleasure. he slips a third finger in and your breath catches, jerking forward on his hand, grinding your clit against his palm. he keeps the same pace, watching your nose scrunch up as he grinds his hand up to keep pressure on your clit.

“please.” your tummy twists. “please.”

“shhshhshh.” kiri presses small kisses up your jaw, fingers still working you.

your fingers are tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as your thighs tremble around his hand. he starts to fuck his fingers into you faster, the sticky noises reaching your ears as you get closer. it only takes another minute and you’re soaking his hand, gasping for more as he slowly pulls his fingers out.

“you did so good.” he coos, pushing down his pants. “this what you wanted baby?” he drags his tip up and down your slit.

“yes! yesyesyes!” you’re nodding and wiggling your hips to try and get him to finally sink into you.

he pushes his tip in and watches your eyes gloss over as you suck in inch after inch. when your ass meets his thighs you settle, tilting your neck to give him anything he wants. his warm breath fans across your skin, licking up the column of your neck and teasing you with light licks.

“you ready baby?” his mouth is watering, teeth grazing right above his mark.

“yes.” you roll your hips forward.

he groans and sinks his teeth into you, wrapping his arms around your back, holding you closely as you melt in his arms. he groans into your neck as your sweetness pours into his mouth, sucking and licking, easing you into it. one of his hands slides down to your lower back, helping you move against him while he keeps feeding.

“you taste so good.” he pants against your skin.

“eijirou.” it’s a plea as you grind against him.

he kisses down your neck, making his way to the other side before he nips at you again. more of your taste fills his mouth and he groans deeply, squeezing you tighter as he drinks in your taste. he leaves red kiss marks all over your neck and throat, licking over each bite helping it heal while he makes his way back up to your mouth.

he kisses you until you’re dizzy, helping you bounce up and down on him as his teeth catch your lower lip. you groan when he laps the the beads of blood appearing on your lip, licking into your mouth, your tongue, your teeth, all consuming as you ascend higher into pleasure.

he kisses back down your neck, sinking his teeth in just below your ear and you combust, velvet walls pulsing around him while you cling to him. he groans into you, dick twitching as he latches onto you tighter and begins to fill you. he kisses over the last bite and you bury yourself in his neck, squirming as he runs his fingertips up and down your spine.

“how are you feeling?” he whispers.

“warm.” you cuddle in closer. “don’t let me go.” you press your lips to his neck.

“never.” he leans back, helping you stay nestled against his chest so you can nap still full of him.

爆豪と切島 ⸻ the heat of the moment × bakugō & kirishima

fem!reader threesome with firefighters!bakugō & kirishima after they come to your “ rescue ”

request summary. hello gorgeous human, u know that i adore u & everything u write <3333 i need firefighter kirishima and bakugo who flirt their way into a date with yn and then having nasty passionate possessive sex <33333

content. afab!reader, firefighters!au, oral (f!receiving), threesome (f/m/m), finger sucking, kiribaku being kinda bi, p in v, creampie, body worship, praise, cum eating, size kink, this is so filthy hehe ; wc. 3.5k

the whole situation was stupid, really. you burnt the fuck out of some cookies, the smoke alarm goes off, and everyone in your building has to evacuate, et cetera.

of course, the two lead firemen that respond to the call are the most gorgeous himbos that you’ve ever seen, and they’re teasing you about it, just happy that everyone was okay. so you invite them to dinner for their trouble, and to prove that you actually do know what you’re doing in the kitchen.

they looked sexy in their uniforms, and they’re even sexier now.

the blonde, katsuki, is dressed in an expensive-looking tee with the sleeves partially rolled up, showing off his biceps, tucked into loose-fitting ripped jeans and some designer belt that accentuates his slutty waist. the redhead, eijiro, is wearing a short-sleeved button down half open, his toned chest and collarbones on perfect display, and casual slacks that make his thick, muscular thighs look like sin. they’re both styled with chains and rings, and katsuki has earrings that he definitely was not wearing to work the other day.

you take one look at them and you’re FUCKED.

and its worse because they know how hot they are — as soon as you open your front door, every thought in your pretty little head evaporates and kiri is all beaming, fanged grins and bakugo is smug with a knowing glint in his sanguine eyes.

“oh, you look so pretty, babydoll,” kirishima immediately lays it on thick, taking it upon himself to place one of his big, sturdy hands on your door and opening it all the way so the two can slip inside.

the moment you laid eyes on kirishima you knew he’d be yours.

you knew it the second he followed you on instagram. when you stalked his profile. when he liked one of your photos. when he slid into your dms, all sweet and polite. when you talked for weeks on end and realized that pretty face came with an actual personality. and when he asked you out, that’s when you were absolutely certain: this one’s taken. it’s feminine intuition.

the bar he brought you to closed at eleven, but you didn’t want him to finish his drink. you’d never had conversations like the ones you had tonight, and you’d never enjoyed getting to know someone so much. from nostalgic memories to places you’d been (or wanted to go), favorite bands and movies, random compliments, and eyes full of wonder — you completely lost yourself in him.

was it his adorable way of being? or maybe the fact that he’s so tall he leaned down every time he couldn’t hear you, bringing his ear close to your mouth with a soft, hm? (so natural he didn’t even notice). it could be because while other guys smell like the same old generic cologne, he smells like pink pepper, cinnamon, and something uniquely his own.

was kirishima eijirō a figment of your imagination? you know, too good to be true. big, soft hands that didn’t miss a single chance to drum on the table (or to hold yours). a narrow waist, broad shoulders. his eyes. there was a good chance those ruby eyes came from another planet, staring at you as if you were the most precious thing in existence.

there are so many possibilities of what charmed you about this boy. and out of all of them…

“look at this…”

...this one is the most surprising.

“holy shit,” you hear him whisper huskily beneath you. “i’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”

​you moan in response, your hips grinding against his faster and harder with every passing second. you’re building the pressure, desperately chasing that friction against your clit. it’s so good it’s almost frustrating — but your pussy is craving pure skin-on-skin contact.

eijirō gazes up at you with those eyes that were once so attentive. now, they’re dazed, exhausted, and completely consumed by the pleasure and the sight of you alone. his boxers have darkened over the last few minutes, and your panties weren’t far behind. every single rub of his clothed erection against your needy clit makes you press down even tighter against his crotch. your nails dig into his massive biceps, leaving marks.

“​eiji…” you whisper. the redhead beneath you grabs your hips, rolling you over with a controlled, precise movement that leaves you feeling lightheaded. way tipsier than the beer from the bar ever could. “eiji–”

“​tell me, pretty,” he rasps, his voice rough, almost feral, as he brings a hand up to your face. “what d’you want? want more? i’m givin’ it to you. ain’t even asked what i want, baby. you’ve just been usin’ me…”

​the flushed skin of your ass says otherwise. kirishima is good at sweet-talking and heavy making out, intense kisses, and getting clothes on the floor.

​and he’s so cynical. who would’ve thought? the golden retriever from instagram, controlling the way you grind against him and then turning around to blame you for it. it’s not your fault he’s this damn good!

​his hand on your face isn’t enough to make you look at him. you’re way too focused on what you’re feeling. his cock is so huge behind those boxers, you can feel it. you want to feel it better.

“is eiji makin’ you feel good, baby? does it feel nice?” his fingers tap your cheek, trying to get you to open your eyes. no luck. “open your eyes, i wanna look at you.”

​you obey. he smirks.

“​there she is…” his thumb wanders over your lips, tracing them. his other hand stays firm, guiding you. “my beautiful girl is doin’ so well. feels so fucking good, babe. you’re gonna make me cum from this like a loser.”

​his finger slips into your mouth. you suck on it hornily, knitting your brows, giving him a look that’s part pathetic, part incredibly hot. and it does the trick. kirishima feels his cock throb, dying to fuck you senseless and watch that pretty face of yours distort.

his thumb forces your mouth open. kirishima spits directly onto your tongue, no formalities whatsoever. not that there could be any.

“swallow.”

you do, grinding against him faster and with even more heat. everything he does turns you into melted butter under a hot sun, like play-dough in those big, gym-calloused hands of his. your panties are soaked, drenching his boxers too. you can feel the head of his dick perfectly against your pussy. it fits so well, as if it belongs there. you could just push the fabric aside and slip it in.

feels like a dream. he’s so fucking hot. you want to cum so bad.

“i’m close…”

“gonna cum for me, baby?” he whispers right in your ear. his hands grip your ass perfectly, fingers splayed across your skin, squeezing like a man in total awe. he grinds you just right, hitting the sweet spot as if he could read your mind. “fuck, babe… you’re doin’ so well. wanna cum? wanna cum so fucking good for me? go ahead, gorgeous. i got you.”

​you feel like you’re gonna drop dead any second. before that happens, you make sure to grab his face and kiss him. and you kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss him. it’s a messy, breathless kiss, all tongues and saliva. you want to reach the edge just like this, trying to melt right into him.

you can feel yourself shaking. your limbs go weak, your body spasms. even as you kiss him, your sweet little sounds escape into his mouth — whimpering, relieved whimpers. kiri doesn’t let you stop; he keeps rolling your hips against his cock, stretching out your pleasure until it becomes sweet torture, leaving you helpless from the intense stimulation.

​he finds himself groaning along with you when you finally tumble over the edge of orgasm. you come hard, his fingers instantly tangling into your hair, gripping your scalp and totally dominating the kiss. when your body finally stops twitching, freed from the rush of pleasure, you pull apart at last, finally able to breathe. you stare at each other for a second, eyes hypnotized, pupils blown wide, with no sound but your heavy, ragged breathing as you both try to catch your breath.

​you rest your head on his shoulder, exhausted. eijirō strokes your back up and down, pressing soft kisses to your hair and cheek. bodies are pressed together, sticky and covered in sweat.

“you okay, princess? everything good? was it good for you?”

​you let out a weak little laugh, genuinely fulfilled.

​you feel like you might’ve just found something rare. maybe you found exactly what you were looking for.

℘. synopsis: katsuki loves when you get a fresh full set of nails, especially when they’re sharp enough to mark him up. (w/c: 2.1k+)

℘. warnings: fluff, smut (p in v, mating press), scratching kink, mentions of blood, fem reader.

℘. a/n: first time writing smut so apologies if this is buns, but this might just be my favourite thing i’ve ever written Σ(O_O)

"Damn that's good, keep going," he groaned through a gritty voice, eyes fluttering shut as he relished the rapture of the moment.

"Katsuki, my hands are getting tired."

"I don't care, I said keep going."

Whining in irritation, you forced your hand through numerous cramps to sustain the gentle rhythm of massaging circles into his scalp. To Katsuki, it's a necessity that after you have your nails freshly done, he settles into your lap—head softly cushioned by your chest as he expectantly waits for head scratches.

Not that you'd planned on getting them done anytime soon. Before today, they'd been in a sorry enough state to earn weeks of blatant complaints from him. These aren't doing the job anymore, I can't feel a damn thing, they're useless, fix it.

In reality, your nails weren't entirely horrible. They just looked like they’d been carrying the same mundane identity for far too long—chipped edges, and faded gel polish hinting it was time for redo.

As a half-assed retort, you told him that to get your nails done, he’d have to pay this time. Although, your threat to his bank account was proven to be futile as when you’d woken up this morning, your eyes were politely greeted with a hefty wad of cash atop your nightstand. Observing closer, the white glint from a ripped piece of paper nearby swiftly caught your eye.

go do your nails or whatever it is you brats do. obviously I gave you extra, so treat yourself to something else. i’ll be home around 7

love,

𝒦

Smiling to yourself, you mindlessly reached for your discarded phone, before immediately clicking onto Pinterest.

The memory faded as a lazy tug on the hem of your shirt pulled you into the present of the evening. Looking down, your eyes met garnet ones that glared back at you in faux annoyance.

"Oi. Quit spacing out, and keep scratching."

"Sorry, sorry," you lightly chuckled, keeping a hand carding through the roots of his blonde locks as the other traced the fine hairs prickling his neck. Katsuki's eyes narrowed at the amusement in your voice.

"Stop laughing."

"Then quit acting like you enjoy this," you smirked.

A scoff passed his lips, but they way he nudged his head into your hand completely undermined whatever argument he was about to make.

"Don't start."

"I didn't say anything."

"Your face did."

Exaggerating the falseness of his claim, you attempted to relax all the muscle in your face, a blank expression easing your features.

"There. Happy?" You asked flatly.

"No."

You quirked a brow. The man looked away first, an undeniable hue of pink dusting his ears.

"You look prettier when you're smiling."

The teasing response sitting on the tip of your tongue died as you were caught off guard, enough for your fingers to still for a fraction of a second. Something in the way he said it, so matter-of-fact, made your pulse trip.

His eyes flickered up at you, aimless gaze falling to your lips briefly before flitting back to your eyes.

"What?" You questioned, an undeniable hue of pink now dusting your own cheeks.

Bakugou doesn't answer you right away.

Instead, he holds your look for a second longer, whilst his hand loosens on your shirt to slide lower—firmly resting on your hip.

He breathes out, "Tch, you're infuriating," the blonde dipped his head forward, catching your lips in a feather-light kiss that seemed to deepen as his grip tightened. It was intoxicatingly warm, and slow, a deliberate exploration that left you breathless and aching for more.

"You think I'm pretty?" You huffed into his parted lips, nails scraping his skin as your fingers curled into the hairs of his nape—eliciting a satisfied groan.

"I think," Katsuki muttered, his breath mingling with yours in the narrow space between you, "you ask stupid questions."

What started as a tentative movement became a demanding pace. Faces crashed together with bruising pressure, bodies mutually surrendering to one another, whilst tongues slipped past the slicked seal of lips, consuming total focus.

Reluctantly tearing yourselves apart, your foreheads rested against each others.

"You should put those nails to use."

"How so?"

"Y'know I love it when you mark the fuck outta' me." The man moaned lowly just at the thought.

Without another word, he pushed himself off of your figure, grasping your ankles before pulling you down the sofa to lie flat.

"I like to imagine how hard your nails can dig into my skin,” While divulging his fantasy, Katsuki began to strip your bodies feverishly, clothing and undergarments jettisoned across the wooden floor of the apartment, leaving you both bare and vulnerable, “so hard it scars for everyone to see and know that I'm yours."

As he leaned over you, breaking what little space was left, your wandering eyes couldn't help but flick down to his hips—heart skipping in arousal once you saw the semi-hard length enlargening between his thighs.

"Like what you see?" You gently nodded, suddenly unable to talk as your mouth watered, rendering your jaw shut. A roughened hand trailed up your side, cupping the soft curve of your breast, briefly tweaking a stiff nipple between two of his fingers.

The blonde gravelly chuckled at your pathetic whine, "Don't worry, pretty. I'll give you what you want, and you'll give me what I want."

Tugging at your hands, he latched them to his shoulders for you to claw into, before wrenching your knees open in hunger, eyes lowly-lidded by an exponentially growing desire.

While all this unfolded, an unmistakable wetness had been gathering at your heated core, to which Bakugou collected with two digits, groaning in satisfaction of being proficient in easily turning you on.

"Shit, you want me that bad?" He asked, a cocky smirk curving his lip as he continued to stare between your legs, eyes unwavering like your arousal was hypnotic while he massaged your slickened folds.

"Please, Kats."

"Need to stretch you out first. Open up f'me."

You bit down on your lip, a muffled moan merely escaping your throat as heavy fingers curled into the gumminess of your hot walls.

“Oi, don’t you dare try being quiet. Let me hear you.” The calloused hand pressing your thigh flush against your stomach came up to cup your flustered cheek, thumb tenderly stroking your parted lips. Vehemently, his broad fingers continued their loving onslaught, curving in the most delicious places he knew would soon have your body quivering.

“Mm, f-fuck Katsuki!”

Maybe it was the enthralling allure of his name slipping off your tongue, or the captivating resonance of your voice that made his cock subconsciously twitch. Bakugou would never admit it, but he found himself mesmerised by every possible part of you—your quiet competence, your undying enthusiasm, your enamouring beauty, and they way you’d hold on until he was close so you could orgasm together.

“It’s that good is it?” He smiled contently, scarlet eyes fluttering between your scrunched face and the joining of his hand against your pussy.

Obscene noises echoed throughout the apartment, loud squelches bungled with numerous moans of pleasure.

“I need more…” You whimpered, sweaty hands clamping the skin of his shoulders tighter, “more please.”

Giving in to your begging without hesitation, Katsuki carefully pulled his fingers from your worked hole, before pumping his weighty length a couple times, its tip glistening with luscious pre-cum.

One of your own hands quickly snaked down your body, wrapping around the pearly skin of his girth, feeling his pulse kick as you pulled at his hardened cock.

"Fuuuck, your hand is so much softer than mine." His hips bucked into your grip, both hands pushing down on your thighs. "Your nails look so hot around my dick."

After several tugs, you beckoned him closer, lining up his fattened tip with your aching hole. It nudged against you, eager.

"Breathe in for me, pretty." Bakugou whispered against your neck as his lips hovered over your pulse point, wracking your body with anticipatory shivers.

As he pushed in cautiously, your hands shot back to his shoulders, nails clutching the skin as the familiar burn of the stretch brought both delicious pain and troubled pleasure.

"—ohmygosh, ngh!"

"Shit, you're so tight. Don't fight it," The man winced, hands stroking the underside of your thighs as he squeezed further in, your walls contracting to snuggly accommodate his thick cock. Once balls-deep, only then did he pause momentarily, allowing you time to get used to the feeling. “You’re so good for me, y’know that? So damn good.”

Breathless, you smiled tightly in return, watching him pick his head up to capture your lips in an adoring kiss. "Please move," You breathed against his lips desperately.

"No need to tell me twice." Grunting, he started a steady pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin resounding off the walls as his heavy balls bounced off your ass. Even though Katsuki had fingered you prior, no preparation would ever be enough to fully stretch you to fit his bulky girth, ornamented by angry meandering veins.

"Hah, your pussy is so fucking good. I'd do anything to stay in you like this all the time."

"Ah! You're so big Kats!"

He smirked, "Damn right I am. And you're gonna take everything I give you, right?"

"Mhm, yes!" you cried.

"Atta' girl." The ash-blonde grinned, pecking yet another kiss to your lips before sucking on the velvety skin of your neck as he quickened his thrusts—heavy length carving through your warm insides as he forced in deeper.

At the change of intensity, your nails dropped to his back, clawing at the toughened skin.

"Yes pretty, scratch me up just like that," Katsuki loudly groaned, eyes falling shut as he savoured the stinging sensation, "mark me."

Relentlessly driving into you, he pushed your knees up to your chest, letting your ankles dangle at the sides, bending your pliable body into a mating press which had you seeing stars in record time.

"W-wait! Shit—too deep!" Unfiltered moans were forced out your throat, your nails now engraving red lines into his back, "ngh!"

"Fucking hell, make me bleed for all I care."

It must've been this new angle. Your frame began to shiver as the coil that had been gradually tightening in your stomach began to constrict all-too-quickly, pulling your muscles taut. He had to have noticed how your body suddenly grew frantic, a tell-tale sign of an approaching orgasm, as he snaked a sweaty palm between your sheened bodies to massage tight circles into your sensitive clit.

"Katsuki! 'm gonna come!" Whining, you curled a shaking hand into his short locks, whilst the other dug into the dip of his spine like an anchor.

"...don't worry pretty, I'm close too," Out of breath, both of your lungs heaved, breathing in the little oxygen left in between you. He moans, "Shit, you're squeezing me so hard."

The tight circles over your tiny bundle of nerves sped up in time with Bakugou's pounding, edging you insanely closer and closer to a delicious climax.

It only took a couple more brutal thrusts until you completely crumbled apart. The coil snapped—your jaw grew slack as your back arched of the sofa into his hot chest, muscles tensed and legs quaking as you clenched down on the blonde's throbbing cock. The passionate moans pushing past your lips were borderline pornographic, all of which Katsuki trapped in a sloppy kiss. Your arousal seamlessly coated his cock, a translucent liquid of high viscosity oozing from your pussy creating a pale ring around its girth as he fucked you through your high. The sudden, vigorous contractions of your smooth walls was enough to send Katsuki reeling over the edge too. With a gravelly moan, incredibly close to a whine, his balls tightened, pumping thick ropes of fertile seed deep within your womb, painting its confines a creamy white.

Collapsing onto your shivering form as his length remained pulsing inside of you, he buried his face into your neck—a mixture of purple and reds bruising your skin. "You good?" He breathed, fingers tracing idle patterns on your side.

You replied with a blissful hum, doubting that you'd be coherent if you were to talk.

Bringing your fingers to his scalp, you gently smoothed through the roots of his hair, a small smile curving your lip as the blonde relaxed into you, his breathing evening out.

"Oh shit." You managed to mumble, eyes widening as you watched multiple reds beading from the scratches carved into his back.

Simultaneously, he perked up with wide eyes.

"What? Please don't tell me I hurt you."

"No no, you would never hurt me." You scratched your head sheepishly, unknowing of his potential reaction, "Iscratchedyoutoohardandnowyou'rebleeding! I'm sorry, I didn't mean too. You should've told me to stop!"

His brows furrowed, eyes narrowing, "Why are you apologising? If you were lucid enough, you'd remember that I said I wouldn't care."

"So you aren't angry?"

"I'm happy as hell."

© 2026 sunnysenorita ⋆˚꩜｡

absolutely sensational.

𑣲 your best friend, katsuki, gives you a lesson on giving head. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡

the tv buzzed in the background of your bedroom, but neither of you paid attention to the screen. propped against the headboard, katsuki scrolled through his phone with his usual scowl. you sat cross-legged at the opposite end of the bed, staring up at the ceiling—utterly exhausted from venting.

"i'm just saying." you groaned, throwing a pillow at his leg. "it's frustrating. how are we supposed to just know what to do? it's not like there's a manual for it."

without looking up from his screen, katsuki caught the pillow with one hand and tossed it aside. "it's not calculus, idiot." he muttered. "you just do it. it's technique."

"easy for you to say." you rolled your eyes, turning to face him. "you act like an expert on everything."

"i don't act like it." he smirked. "i just am." he said cockily, finally dropping his phone onto the mattress to lock his eyes onto yours. "and if whoever you were with was complaining, they probably didn't know what they wanted anyway." he sneered. "or you were just terrible, which is highly likely.."

"i wasn't terrible." you shot back, a flush of heat creeping up your neck—half frustration, half embarrassment. "i just.. i don't know if i'm doing it right. the angles are weird, my jaw gets tired, and i feel like i'm just guessing the whole time. i wish someone would just tell me exactly what to do without it being a whole awkward thing."

i have this thought in my brain where katsuki and kirishima are roommates and in the locker room at work katsuki is bitching to sero and denki that kiri has been keeping him up “fucking his new toy” he even goes on to bitch he hasn’t even seen her face just listen to her moan and scream and squeal, and kiri walks in and of course denki is all “whose the new girl” and kiri zips his lips and of course tells katsuki he isn’t manly for that,

fast forward to patrol with kaminari and denki spots none other than shinsou hitoshi, which kirishima is happy to see since he’s usually doing underground hero work, but next to him stands yn. kirishima’s yn. as in, kirishima’s fuck buddy he’s told nobody about for like 3 months,…. it’s been a summer fling with no dates just casual hangouts when one of you is horny, like sure maybe something is there? but mostly sex, and shinsou grabs kiri’s yn by the chin kissing her a few times before going back to whatever they were doing (idk i thought getting coffee) and kirishima’s just short circuiting bc wtf do him and shinsou have in common

and i just imagine both of them talking about it and then confronting her and she’s like “we’re not official??” or a “but you two have huge cocks” with sweet eyes, bc she’s just big cock obsessed :)

i definitely think possessiveness and competitiveness would happen bc those two just can’t help it, with their favorite little freak

(i headcannon these two have the biggest dicks)

hi mama im so late.. working on this rn as i finish a previous req

✩꒱ too big to handle ft. eijirou kirishima .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero eijirou kirishima & fem!reader. size kink, size queen, big boy eijirou, reader mentioned to be smaller than kirishima, established relationship. -> eijirou’s afraid his size might hurt you but you’re all about proving him wrong.

i dunno abt like right anatomy it defo all sits with the foreplay and build up but !!! eijirou and his size queennnnn !!

eijirou meets you by chance at a bar and knows then, that you’re different. unlike any girl he’s ever met — not afraid of his strength or his size. you’re all over it. you date for a while, months, before he tries anything with you.

he’s scared that you’ll be put off by how well endowed he is, so whenever things between you get intimate and he starts to get hard — he kinda darts off with a flimsy excuse fluttering on his lips or leaves abruptly to go jerk off at home. in the shower :( though the man never leaves you hanging he’ll finger you to oblivion n back to make it up to you but even then… he’s aware of how thick and deft his fingers are. worries about stretching you out on them too.

pretty quickly — you get tired of the red head avoiding going all the way with you though. you’ve seen the outline of that monster cock and you know, with enough determination that you can take it. it’s more about getting eijirou there. so while you’re canoodling one night, his hand down your little pink panties he loves so much just lazily rubbin’ you, biting on your lower lip — you let him make you cum, soak through your clothes before you attack.

omg heyy gorgeous! this idea is scrumptious, ty for allowing me to indulge in this. ngl this is a bit long, I got lost in the sauce. kiri's kinda mean in this and reader is a bit of a flirt OOPS!

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Kirishima is not the type of guy to make a scene when he's jealous, unless you're genuinely in an unsafe situation. He cares deeply about you, even if you guys aren't official yet. For the past month he's been talking Bakugou's ear off about you, telling him how perfect and pretty you are, how you always smell so good, how you make him feel so strong and manly. Fretting over his hair (you know he does this), making sure he looks his best when he knows you'll be at a function; he can't stop thinking about you. Which, unfortunately, means that Bakugou can't stop hearing about you, and he's sick of it. He can't figure out why Eijirou hasn't manned the hell up and asked you out already. So, he hatches a plan.

The next time you all see each other is at a party at Mina's house. When you arrive (fashionably late), the party is raging. Like the good host she is, Mina greets you at the door, giving you a moment to get a lay of the land. Denki and Sero are arguing with each other over beer pong, Ochako and Hagakure are giggling away on the couch, Jirou is in the corner of the living room, no doubt adding music to the queue, and Bakugou and Kirishima are in the kitchen, observing Denki and Sero's argument like exasperated parents. Mina drags you into the kitchen, eager to get a drink in your hand. You follow behind her, laughing at yourself when you almost trip over your heels. While Mina busies herself making you a drink, you saunter over to your favorite redhead and his brooding friend.

"Hey boys!" You chirp, taking a seat on the counter right in between the two burly men. You knew exactly what you were doing. Your mini skirt rode up your thighs, damn near showing your panties. "How's the party going?"

Bakugou answers before Kirishima gets the chance, eyeing you up and down as he does. "Better now." He smirks, nudging you with his elbow. He knows he's acting out of character, but he also knows Kirishima, and that this plan will work.

Kirishima frowns at this. What's Bakugou's deal? He's been talking about you for a month now, has his best friend really not picked up on the fact that he likes you.

You laugh, brushing Bakugou's comment off. You were here for Kirishima's attention, definitely not Katsuki's. "Kiri, how's your night going?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, it's good. I'm glad you were able to make it! You look good." Kirishima stammers a bit, clearly shaken by Bakugou's comment.

"Damn right she does. Who're you all dressed up for, huh?" Bakugou interjects, internally cringing at himself. God, this better fucking work. "All dolled up, and for who?"

Flippantly, you shrug your shoulders. You and Kirishima have a fling, sure, but he hasn't made it official. Who says you can't indulge in some harmless flirting? "Happy to hear the outfit is doing its job." You hum non-commitally, squeezing Bakugou's bicep.

Kirishima watches this interaction with narrowed eyes, wondering what exactly the two of you are playing at. He places a hand on your thigh and lightly squeezes, bringing your attention back to him.

"Hey, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something later? It's kind of imp—" He's cut off by Mina barging in with your drink and pulling you off the counter to lead you into the living room.

You spend the rest of the night mostly with Mina and the other girls, talking about who's hooking up with who and who would be cute together. In a hushed tone, you tell the other girls about Bakugou's flirting, eliciting a chorus of, "Girl, what the hell?". You giggle as you tell them how you flirted back, and Kirishima squeezing your thigh. "Oh yeah, I think he mentioned something about wanting to talk to me tonight? Maybe he'll finally ask me out." You roll your eyes. "It's not like I've been waiting for a month or anything like that."

As the night winds down, you find yourself in Kirishima's lap on the couch, with his hand placed protectively on your waist, and his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. "Wanna tell me what that was about earlier?" His voice is gravelly, even when it's just above a whisper, and it sends shivers up your spine.

"Mm, I dunno what you're talking about." You hum, knowing damn well what he's talking about.

"You sure about that, pretty girl?" He squeezes your waist, giving you one more chance to answer correctly. You simply nod, enjoying the teasing game you're playing.

"Not a clue."

Kirishima nods and stands, nearly dumping you off his lap. You would've fallen had it not been for his arm around your waist holding you up. "I'm gonna take this one home!" He announces, already pulling you towards the door. "Have a good night, guys!"

You call out goodbyes to your friends, who are booing Kirishima for taking you away from the party early.

"They're definitely fucking tonight." Jirou states with a definitive nod.

When you are finally seated in the passenger side of Kirishima's, you know you're in deep shit. And you can't wait to see what happens next. The drive to your apartment is silent, and you take the time to watch Kirishima's face, taking in all the little details. How his brows are set in a deep furrow, how tightly his jaw is clenched, and the uncharacteristic frown that is etched over his lips. You think you even see a vein bulging in his neck. It seems like it's been ages when Kirishima finally pulls up to your apartment. Before you can even comprehend it, Kirishima is pulling you out of your seat and hoisting you into his arms in a bridal carry. You fish your keys out of your purse while Kirishima carries you up to your apartment.

Once inside, Kirishima marches straight to your bedroom and plops you down on your bed. "You think it's funny, flirting with Bakugou right in front of me?" He asks as he carefully pulls your heels off your feet. You shake your head no. "Wanna tell me why you were flirting with him, pretty?" His words are clipped, and his voice rumbles deep in his chest.

"Didn't know flirting wasn't allowed." You bite back, clearly annoyed with how long it has taken him to ask you out. Kirishima chuckles as he crawls over you, caging you in with his arms.

"I think you wanted to make me jealous." He nips at your neck, pulling whines from your lips. "Flirting with Katsuki, touching him, and yet you still end up in my arms at the end of the night." He chuckles. "C'mon baby, tell me I'm right." His hand slips under your skirt, his knuckles pressing against your clit. You whine in response, still not ready to give up your game.

"Still wanna play dumb, hm? That's alright, I can be patient. Just know, you're not getting what you want til' you tell me the truth." Kirishima places a chaste kiss to your cheek, and you know you're in for a delightfully long night.

i'm not quiteee sure how i feel abt this one but i would love to expand on it...

tags: @riotsgrl @sozila @dssstiny @kamislop