#cunningulus

He was rated as ‘a very good lay’ by groupies.

IMO, guys who eat girls out are good lays.

So yeah, I think he did, and he was very good at it!

cunningulus, p in v, daddy kink, degrading, rough sex, aftercare

leon kennedy x reader

"mmngh~ f-fuck leon! you're doing so fucking good.." you whimpered. leon kept pounding into your bruised cervix, going deeper with each thrust.

when you and leon first started having sex, it was sweet, and slow. but now you take every inch of his dick like the little slut that you are.

leon pulled his cock out of your throbbing pussy and flipped you over. you could smell his sweat as his face got closer to yours, and he whispered, "im gonna eat your pussy until you cum all over daddy's face. you got that?" you whimpered, "mmph...yes baby," as he lowered himself, and forced your legs open.

the moment you felt his tongue on your clit you knew you were about to orgasm. he ate you out so good, licking every last drop up. you felt your stomach tighten, "f-fuck! ah, leon im..im about to-" he didn't let you finish, and immediately put his veiny member back in your soaking cunt. your mind went blank. he pushed down on your stomach, and you let out a loud moan.

"daddy...mngh..s'good~" were the final words you let out before you reached your climax. leon grunted, pushing himself further in, and cumming in your tight little pussy.

☆ pairing: kai kamal huening x afab! reader

☆minors dni

☆ rating: 18+, nsfw

☆ warnings: dom! reader, sub! hueningkai, oral (receiving), hair tugging, overstim mention, fluffy aftercare

☆ summary: hueningkai brain rot, he's so so so so pretty oh my god and i couldn't stop thinking about his pretty eyes

nsfw thirsts/headcanons!

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Kenny McKormic x reader

3,928 words

All characters are 18+

Kenny returns to South Park after disappearing for 2 years upon turning 16. When he comes back with enough money to outright buy a house, you are unsure how to approach and talk to the man you had been so close to for so long. Luckily, he doesn't take you inviting yourself in with his spare key to be rude and instead invites you to join him in his room.

TW: W33d usage

The cold air stings your face as you walk down the street, listening to the show crunching underfoot with every step you take. Tentative breaths curl in the air, almost dancing in front of your eyes as you continue down the street. As much as you adored a fresh snow fall, you hated the way the freezing feeling would nip at your nose.

So yeah, the stiff muscles and aching feet are all worth it at the end of the day. All that was left was a little bit of cleaning and filing your paperwork and you could /finally/ head home.

Though it was Friday and you happened to have this weekend off, you just might have to stop at that new bar your co-worker, Denki, told you about. He's always raving about how good the music is there and the drinks, though pricey, have you relaxing in no time.

You weren't much of a social drinker, only once in a blue moon would you have a glass of wine or two after a long day like today. It wouldn't hurt and you haven't really been out much since moving here almost 8 months ago, too focused on work and making a name for yourself. You wanted to finally settle down for good, so going out was never at the top of your to-do list. 

You rushed about finishing up your duties before deciding that yes, you would go out after a quick trip to the house to shower and change. You were sure other patrons wouldn't want to be around you if you smelled like, well /animals/.

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An hour and a half later, you were standing outside Riots Bar with your phone in your hand waiting for the blonde to get back with you on meeting up for a few drinks. Not that you couldn't go in alone, but you were comfortable around Denki, and he would make it a little less awkward.

Unfortunately as your phone chimed, you realized you would have no choice but to go in alone. Denki was hanging out with his boyfriend at his job until he got off.

It was fine, no big deal. You could do this.

Going home for the night would have been the better option you soon realized ….

You hadn't made it far into the bar, opting for the closet seat you found and making it your permanent residence for the time being. Denki wasn't wrong, the music that filled the air was a welcomed comfort. Nothing too loud but loud enough to keep you from getting lost in mindless thoughts.

"What can I getcha, beautiful?" You startled not only at the deep voice sounding beside you, but the feather light touch of the person's finger tucking a loose lock of curls behind your ear.

You had been watching people mingle about the dance floor, completely forgetting to order a drink. As your body turned, you instantly felt your heart flip in your chest, eyes blowing wide as they settled on the man before you.

And what a man he was. Draped over the bar, you could tell he would tower over you. You were only 5'3 not like you were taller than most people anyhow, but this guy was a literal giant. 

You didn't know where to even look. You had locked eyes with crimson, but your gaze traveled further and further down, over plump red lips, shark-like teeth flashing you a bright smile. Down to fire-engine red hair hanging loosely over the tie-dyed muscle shirt; ripped to hell and back mind you, showing off firm pecs squished together from his obvious position. The way the neon lights danced across his skin, highlighted his tan complexion. He was built as all get out and you suddenly had the strange urge to reach out and touch him.

"Not that I mind a pretty lady checking me out, but I would /love/ to get you something special and maybe continue afterwards?" Your eyes flicked back up to his, catching the playful glint staring back at you.

Your cheeks flamed as the man continued to compliment you. Not something you should get worked up over, too many issues in the past. That's not here nor there, but this guy...maybe it was his voice or his stupid good looks, that had you wanting just a little bit more. 

"W-what do you suggest?" You said finally, flinching at the broken tone of your voice. Granted the bartender didn't seem to mind as his lips curled up in a playful smirk.

"Don't you go anywhere, pretty lady. I'll fix you right up," the man said before turning around to fix you whatever he had in mind.

He was flirting, right? You thought to yourself. You were kinda hoping he was until you remembered just where you were and caught eyes of that playful smirk being directed to someone else as he fixed your drink.

Right. He's a bartender, most know how to work people and help earn better tips. They were here to make money too. You sighed heavily. It had been, well years, since you have even thought of flirting or seeing anyone. But not even with liquid courage coursing through you, you found yourself wanting to keep that attention on you somehow.

This wasn't like you and you almost convinced yourself to just head home as to not do anything rash, but before you could even drop your foot down to the floor he was back.

"Here you go. It's something new I've been working on and you can be the first to tell me whatcha think," the bartender slid the short stemmed glass across the counter towards you.

You eyed the red concoction with a curious gaze, "What is it?"

"M'hoping it'll be my successful attempt at a Blood Riot. It's a blend of vodka with a little Chambord and fresh blackberries and pomegranate," he explained. "It's a little sweet, but an addictive taste. Just enough to take the edge off."

You hummed softly as you lifted the glass and took a tentative sip. It was sweet but not overwhelmingly so. You enjoyed the flavor of the berries and the edge the vodka offered, enough to have warmth spreading down your throat into your chest. 

"It's actually really good. I think you can consider this a success. Thank you, uh…" you trailed off not knowing his name yet.

"Kirishima, but you can call me Eijiro. And I'm glad you think so. Maybe with a positive review, the boss will let me add it to the menu," his lips curved up in a smile, his body leaned over the counter more, getting closer to you. 

"Yeah, that would be great for you, /Eijiro/," You said, taking another sip. 

"I haven't seen you around before. Are you just visiting?"

You chuckled, "You'll think I'm boring, but I've actually lived here for a while now, but I don't go out much. I work all the time and my friend told me about this place, said I needed to relax a little. So here I am."

"I would never think you were boring. We all have to make a living, right?" You nodded. "Well I'm glad your friend suggested this place. I got to meet you after all and I am all about helping others relax and helping them.../enjoy/ themselves."

"Is that so? Well I'm glad I decided to come out. I'm enjoying myself, thanks to you and this delicious drink. The music helps too," a soft laugh fell from your lips.

"Yeah? I'm sure I could make it even better," Kirishima reached up, letting his fingers trail up and down your arm, sending goosebumps across your flesh. 

Oh wow. This was really happening. He wasn't even trying to hide his intentions. This was all too much, but damn if it didn't have your heart pounding in your chest. Or it could be the bass of the song currently playing vibrating through your body. Maybe. But were you even put off by this? Denki has been adamant about you getting out and enjoying yourself and here was Kirishima giving you that opportunity.

"How about another drink first, hmm?" You said, quickly downing the last bit of the crimson liquid.

"Anything for you," Kirishima brushed over your fingers as he took your glass, pulling away from you once more.

You don't know if it's from the alcohol or what, but it was way too hot and you could most definitely use a breather. He was practically giving you an open invitation to...to /fuck/ if you had to put it bluntly. It's been years. Would you even still be good at it? Would it be worth it? Well, if it was shitty, you could blame your poor decision on the alcohol. 

Once more your attempt to step away was altered, but this time it wasn't the way-to-gorgeous redhead. Instead you were met with ocean blue eyes barely hidden behind the man's white hair. Even in the dim lighting, the neon lights offered enough to notice the dark patches of skin covering both eyes as well as his jaw down his neck. You couldn't be sure, but it looked as if he had tattooed in the shape of staples outlining the darker skin tone.

"Where are you off too sweetheart?" The man asked, not trying to hide the way his body moved closer, close enough his legs brushed against yours. You could smell the alcohol wafting off of him.

"No where, just waiting on my friend to get back," You said, trying to subtly look for Kirishima without the other man noticing.

"You came here alone though. Not interested in my company, hmm?" Your skin crawled as slender fingers reached up to brush across your cheek.

You got a twisted feeling in your gut at his words. He had been watching you? But why? 

"What do you say to joining me for a drink? I'm sure I can make it worth your while."

"S-sorry, I'm not interested."

"Aw come one sweetheart. That big oaf bartender was laying it on pretty thick, you didn't wave him off. Someone as beautiful as you deserves so much more than that," the man reached for you again, his palm coming to rest against your thighs. "Let me show you a good time."

"I said…"

"Touya!" You startled at the deep, very pissed off voice coming from behind the bar. Looking up you see the redhead staring daggers at the man trying to feel you up. "Taishiro has already banned you from here. What the fuck do you want?"

Gone was the sweet voice from earlier and you didn't know whether to be weary or if it excited you more.

"C'mon Kirishima. M'not hurting no one. Just talking to this lady here."

"You need to leave, Touya. I won't say it again. Tetsu handled your ass last time, you don't want /me/ to /make/ you leave."

You watched Touya roll his eyes, sighing dramatically before his gaze flicked down to you, "Maybe next time sweetheart. You think I'm bad...well," blue eyes flicked to Kirishima," You'll see."

You weren't sure what he meant, but was thankful as the guy turned and walked away, his hands finally leaving your body. You let out a deep breath that you didn't even know you had been holding.

"You okay? Don't mind him, he's just a drunk that can't keep himself in check."

"Shit…" you whispered, looking over to Kirishima and down to the drink in his hand. You didn't wait for him to hand it to you instead taking it from his hand and downing it in one go. "Another."

Crimson eyes blew wide before he took your empty glass. "Let's get you taken care of, sweetheart. Maybe something with a little more /kick/."

You nodded, not really caring. That guy had creeped you out but you couldn't help but feel a warmth settling deep in your gut at the way Kirishima handled him, the way he spoke felt /possessive/ and you wanted more of /that/ Kirishima.

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"Need your keys baby," came the muffled voice from the lips pressed into the crook of your neck.

Your body was burning up from the inside, wound up tight. He hadn't kept his hands off of you from the moment the both of you left the bar. Having free range in the back of the cab, hands wandered, touching places that haven't felt the touch of another, not even yourself, in years.

You panted heavily against him as your fingers fumbled for the keys buried in your pocket. "H-here," you fished them out, not daring to pull away, reaching out blindly to find his free hand.

Soon the click of the door shutting and the flip of the lock sounded behind you and before you could even move to guide him inside, big arms were curling around you, lifting you from the ground. You scrambled to lock your legs around his waist, moaning loudly as teeth nipped across your collarbone.

"Fuck baby, you sound so pretty. So small in my arms," the bigger moan groaned against your skin. "Gonna pull more of those sweet sounds from you."

"Y-yes," was all you could manage. You didn't know what to expect, but didn't care as long as he kept touching you. That's all that mattered.

Your back soon found the welcoming embrace of your mattress, bouncing slightly as he dropped you onto the bed. Feet kicked frantically to remove your shoes, a thud sounded as they hit the floor. You could barely manage to grip your top to remove it, thankfully Kirishima was there to help and had it pulled over your head in no time and tossed it to the floor. The same with the rest of your clothes. 

Soon you were bare beneath him, you could feel hungry eyes roaming over your body. You instinctively went to cover yourself, suddenly weary of a strangers gaze seeing parts of you no one else has had the privilege of seeing in a long time. But of course the moment your hands moved, Kirishima's own found yours and intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling your arms up above your body.

"Fuck, you are breathtaking, sweetheart," he breathed, leaning down until his lips ghosted over the valley between your breast. The feather light touch sent shivers up your spine, causing you to arch up into him. 

"E-Eijirou...p-please," you didn't know whether you were begging him to stop or keep going. 

"What do you want me to do? Tell me, use your words, sweetheart," Kirishima slowly trailed kisses over your chest, avoiding the plump mounds, waiting for your answer. "Well?"

When would you ever have another chance like this? You can practically hear Denki telling you to go for it, so…"Touch me, whatever you want, just please...don't stop."

You caught the redhead smirking before his mouth darted down to your left breast, instantly sucking your nipple into his mouth. You cried out as teeth scraped against your skin as he suckled against you. It had been so long, just from a simple touch of another had warmth pooling down in your gut. You could feel your core pulse with a need, desperate to be filled.

Kirishima alternated between your breasts, suckling until each bud was kiss swollen and perky. Though his mouth began to travel south, his hands released yours in favor of kneading your tits, his thumb flicking over your nipples, pulling soft whimpers from your lips.

Your eyes flutter closed, enjoying each spark of pleasure coursing through you with every touch of his lips against your skin. It wasn't until you felt heat breath ghosting over your most private parts that your eyes snapped open.

"E-Ei! Wait, wait…" you mumbled, attempting to clench your thighs together, but his shoulders blocked your protest. Crimson eyes flicked up to yours, as if asking for permission to keep going. Taking a steadying breath, you slowly nodded, letting your thighs relax their hold, bending them to spread yourself open for him.

"Hn, fuck, look at you," Kirishima groaned, licking his lips as he stared your cunt. "Bet you taste sweet as fuck here too, sweetheart."

Your cheeks flush, not knowing what exactly to say to that. You've had sex of course, but no one's ever done what Kirishima is about to do. It can't be much different from using your own hands really, right? 

Wrong.

So so wrong. It was nothing like your own fingers felt as a hot mouth latched over your lips and a tongue swirled between your folds, sucking, /drinking/ up your slick. It was better, so much better than you could have ever imagined. 

"O-oh God fuck!" Hands shot down your body to curl in fist of red hair as your hips bucked against him. Your jaw fell slack, hanging open as you moaned from every flick and pull, every drag of that sinfully delicious tongue against you. Your previous nerves were gone, nowhere to be found, too consumed in being lost in the new and welcomed sensation that you never wanted to end. 

The man between your legs seemed to be just as content by the way his arms curled under and over your thighs, pulling you against him. Gurgled moans slip past his lips, causing your toes to curl and your thighs to shake as the sounds vibrate against your clit. It was too much and not enough at the same time, you could feel your insides coiling tight, ready to burst any moment. 

Holding back was something you were never good at, and now was a perfect example as Kirishima gave a sudden harsh suck against your clit, your back arched off the bed. A broken cry left your lips as your velvety insides pulsed, gushing slick from your core to squirt over Kirishima's tongue. 

His tongue slowed to tentative licks as you rode out the last waves of your orgasm, lapping up what he could of your sweet desire. Your thighs trembled and shook from sensitivity, never having felt such an intense orgasm before.

Kirishima lifted his head, pressing a gentle kiss against your quivering flesh before looking up to you. "You good, sweetheart?"

You hummed, not trusting yourself to try and speak at the moment.

Kirishima chuckled softly, "Good, I definitely enjoyed myself. May have to do that again, maybe next time just have you sit on my face."

"Ei, ah, you can't say stuff like that," you whined softly, bringing your hands up to.cover your flushed cheeks.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart. I would enjoy having you ride my tongue, you sound so pretty when you come. Fuck, I can't imagine what you'll sound like once I actually /fuck/ you," he groans, slowly sliding himself up your body, kissing here and there until he reaches your jaw. "What do ya say, sweetheart? Can I hear that pretty voice some more while I'm fucking that tight little pussy?"

A soft whimper leaves you at his words. Why is everything that Kirishima says and does so.../hot/. You had thought it was just a facade to pick people up, but nothing has changed, it's only intensified and it's more than what you're used to. Not that you are complaining, not one bit. If this is a one time thing, you should take what he gives and enjoy every second. Who knows when a moment like this will ever present itself to you again.

Granted, now that you think about it, you wouldn't mind this being more than just a one time thing. Neither of you had talked about it, both fairly intoxicated, but who knows, maybe come morning you can ask him if this could be /something/. Just a casual thing. Maybe. 

It's not like you to /want/ more, work always comes first, but with Kirishima...you could see it. What is it about him that has you wanting to change, after just one night?

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"Ah- fuck, yeah swertheart. Like that, ride me baby. Come on cock," Kirishima growls into your neck, teeth nipping against your flesh as your hips grind down against him, burying every inch of his cock deep inside your cunt.

You close your eyes to the breathless panting against your ear. You focus on the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the loud squelching of his thick cock slamming inside your tight wet heat as you bounce on top of him.

Grunts and groans vibrate against your ear, sending chills down your spine, causing you to arch up into him. Kirishima takes advantage of the moment and pulls you up against him, maneuvering you both off the bed, all the while his cock still buried deep inside you. 

Before you have the chance to utter a word, the hard press of your bedroom wall pulls a soft gasp from your lips. The cool wood is soothing against your heated flesh, sending chills to break out over your skin.

The two of you have been at this for what feels like hours, you're sure your body can't handle much more. But the new position has his cock rocking right up against your sweet spot. You've lost count how many times your cunts milked his cock, and you were close once more. This would be the last one for the night, you could hold on just a little longer.

"Eiji, m'gonna...p-please, /hnn/, fuck! Harder, y-yes," you babble as his hips thrust up into, rocking your body up and down against the wall.

"Mm, yeah? Feel good sweetheart? Gonna make that pussy come on my cock?"

Your thighs tighten around his waist as he bucks into you, hard, his pace unrelenting, not daring to let up one bit. Over and over. Broken guttural moans roll from your lips, a sound you have noticed Kirishima is growing to enjoy. It's like he craves it, pushing and pushing, making sure he's bringing you the utmost pleasure. Like he thrives off of knowing how good he's making you feel.

"C-close," you manage, your voice barely a whisper. You can hear his breath catch, and his pace only increases. Kirishima rams his cock into you harder and harder. Abusing your sweet spot repeatedly.

"/Ah-nnnhg/, come for me, squeeze my cock so good, sweetheart."

One, two more thrusts has your head thudding back against the wall, eyes rolling back in your head as your cunt clamps down around his cock, slick squirting from your folds once more. 

"Oh, Ei! F-fuuuuck! Hn, y-yes!" 

You barely register Kirishima's hips stuttering before stilling against you as warmth fills your insides. You hum contentedly, holding on to him with what strength you have left as your body is pulled away from the wall. 

The last thing you remember before your eyes finally closing from exhaustion was the warmth of his body curling around you and the coolness of your sheet being draped over your body. Sleep took you away instantly, you couldn't have stayed awake if you wanted to.

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A part of you feels like it was all a dream, that that night was all a figment of your imagination. That you had drunk way too much and let your inebriated mind create such images of the attractive bartender. That none of it was /real/.

But the other part...you couldn't let yourself believe it never happened. Your body can still recall the way those strong hands felt against your body, the way those sweet lips kissed praise after praise into your skin. You couldn't just make that up, right?

That's what you tell yourself at least. That it was real and it was exactly what it was. A hook-up, a one-night stand. There was nothing more to it. But even knowing that, it didn't take away the sting you felt when you had woken up that morning to find yourself all alone, no signs that Kirishima was even there. 

That was almost three weeks ago and for some reason it was still lingering around in your brain. You had no reason to be thinking of him or anything of the sort. You didn't know him and he didn't know you, neither of you had even exchanged numbers. 

Denki had even doubted you at first, knowing how seriously you take work, he didn't believe you would actually go through with hooking up with a stranger. But of course once you explained just who it was, Denki had no doubts, he even looked like he felt bad for you. He didn't explain why of course, and you didn't push it.

It only reminded you of the words that white haired man had said that night. Maybe that's just what Kirishima did, found pretty ladies to hook-up with. Not that it was a problem, everyone deserved to enjoy themselves how they wanted. You had just thought he would have at least said something or even a goodbye would have sufficed, but nothing. And you couldn't bring yourself to go back to the bar weary of facing him and having him feel like you were stalking him or something.

Oh well. You finally let loose for the first time and enjoyed yourself, that's all that should matter. Right?

"You're doing it again," you startled at the sound of Denki's voice from beside you.

"Hah? What?"

"You're thinking about him again, aren't you?" 

"Wha? N-no, I'm trying to fill out this paper work-.."

"That's still just as blank as it was half an hour ago. C'mon, you gotta let it go. Not worth it, babe. Next time, you can go with me and I'll set you up right."

"Denks, no. I'm not looking to do that, I wasn't then, it just happened. I had my night out like you wanted, you should be good with that for the next year or so."

"That's how it happens with him. Look, you can spare one more night and have fun with me and 'Toshi. I'll make you forget all about that lover boy Red."

You sigh heavily knowing there's no changing his mind. "One more night, but I don't want you finding someone to take me home. We can go out for drinks together and leave it at that, okay?"

"Fiiiine. Meet us at the same place, say an hour? We can finish up this paper work Monday," Denki says, pulling the stack of papers from in front of you to add to the pile on his desk. "So, go home, get all dolled up and we'll see you in a bit, 'kay?"

No going back now, so you nod and reluctantly grab your stuff and lock up shop.

You really didn't want to go back here and risk seeing him. It shouldn't be a big deal, not after a drunken hook-up. Maybe it's because of your past you can't let it go or the fact that this is so unlike you that it's weighing on your mind. 

In your last relationship, it was great, perfect even. You were happy and in love. The two of you had been together throughout school and even after graduation. But things...changed, and not in a good way. Your boyfriend at the time started going out at night with new friends, staying out all hours. He had changed, and time together started being less and less. The only time he ever touched you was when he would come home in a drunken state and the next day it was back to being distant.

You weren't one to say anything you had trusted him. You didn't want to seem controlling. But you started feeling uneasy and started having doubts.

Doubts you never thought you would have. Thinking things you never thought your boyfriend would ever do. So you decided to follow him out one night, just to see what he was getting into, for your peace of mind.

Every day after that you wish you would have never gone out, wished you would have never seen what you did. All those nights he would come home to lay with you, it was after he had someone else in his arms prior. He would touch you with hands that touched another, kiss you with lips that tasted another. He had been cheating on you for who knows how long and you couldn't handle it. Six years gone just like that. You couldn't stay, you had no reason to. So you waited for him to go out like usual and packed all that was yours and left and never looked back.

And here you are now, five years later. You had done good for yourself, never letting anyone get in the way of what you wanted or risk anyone taking you back down that same road of hurt. So why is it that Kirishima is taking up all the space in your mind? 

"You made it!"

You were pulled from your thoughts as Denki walked up to you, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

"You look good. Let's get inside already," you nodded and let him lead you inside, his boyfriend following close behind. "Toshi, take her to our usual seats and I'll grab us some drinks. What do you want?"

"Blood Riot," you say without thinking.

Denki saunters off and you're left with Hitoshi.

"He's wired, sorry about that."

"It's fine, I'm used to it. How's the Cafe doing?" You ask, following him through the sea of people to the far side of the bar where couches line the back wall for people to relax.

"It's uh good, found a stray this morning, so we have a new kitten mascot you could say," the purple haired man chuckled softly. 

"I'll have to swing by sometime, Denks stays on me about getting out more. Maybe I should finally listen."

"My ears are burning, what did I miss?" Denki asks as he walks back up, drinks in head.

"Nothing, kitten."

He hands you your glass, "Thanks…"

"What is a BR? I never knew it was on the menu."

"It's uh, something...new, I think."

You sat back on the couch, nursing your drink as you watched Denki drag Hitoshi away to go dance. You smiled after them, happy that they could enjoy themselves. Not that you weren't but you couldn't help but feel out of place and the strange feeling of being watched.

As you took a sip you let your gaze drift to the bar. You should have known he would be here but you weren't expecting to see him draped across the bar hovering over some girl's lap. Just like he had done with you. You choked on your drink and quickly looked away.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Obviously you can't handle fucking someone without feelings and seeing him now reminded you that it was a one time thing. You told yourself once you finished your drink, you'd find Denki and give him some excuse to leave and just go home.

That was the plan.

As you downed the last of your drink you stood to leave but was blocked by a hulking figure that moved to stand in front of you.

"How's the drink, sweetheart?"

You looked up slowly, already knowing who it was by his voice. You didn't think he would come seek you out and why he would, confused you.

"K-Kirishima, uh hi. Um, it was good, just like before," you answer quietly, taking a step back to go around him.

"Hey wait…" Kirishima reaches out to take you by the wrist. "I didn't expect to see you here again."

"Um, sorry? I'm actually leaving, so can you let me go, please." You go to pull away, but his grip tightens. "Kirishima, let-..."

"Can we talk?"

"What for? We have nothing to talk about. Besides, don't you have someone at the bar waiting for you?" Not that it was any of your business, but you have eyes and he can't expect you to just let him swoop in and use his obvious charm to woo you.

"She's an old friend. It's not like that," he explains."

"It's none of my business. Now can you please let me go so I can leave?"

Kirishima drops your hand. "Look, I know what happened that night was great and how I left was, well,  not so great. But I've never done that before."

"Never done what before?" 

"Stayed over like that. I uh, kinda bolted and regretted it because I had no idea how to reach you and showing up at your place would've been hella uncool," Kirishima rushed out, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck. "I'm not really used to this."

Who was this guy? Where was the Kirishima from the first night, the one who was so sure of himself? This can't be the same person, he seems so...nervous.

"You wanted to see me? We were both kinda drunk, it's not like you /had/ to stay or anything. It's fine, Kirishima, really," you say, unsure if you were trying to actually reassure him or yourself.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, and when your friend ordered that drink, I knew it was you. I really didn't think you'd come back here. Look, I'm off the clock for the night, do you think we could just...talk?"

You could feel your heart flip in your chest at his admission, you didn't want to look too much into it, but knowing he's been thinking of you just as much as you have of him, you can't find it in yourself to just walk away.

"Come with me," you hold out your hand and Kirishima slowly reaches out to lace your fingers together. This may be a bad idea, but the bar was too loud and you wanted to go home anyway, so this seemed like the only logical option. You pull him through the crowd and out the front doors.

Once out front, you let go of his head and walked ahead, back towards your apartment. The walk was silent between the two of you, neither seeming to know what to say just yet. Denki would scold you come Monday for bailing out on him, but hopefully, depending on how this turns out, maybe he'll understand.

You pull out your keys, unlocking your door to let Kirishima inside, and shut the door behind you. Last time he was here, you were wrapped in his arms, starting one of the best nights you've ever had, but now the two of you aren't even touching, both staring off in any direction to avoid meeting the other's gaze.

"Do you want a drink or anything?" You ask, moving into the open area of your kitchen to pull a beer from the fridge. Unfortunately you didn't have anything stronger, but it would help enough to take the edge off, maybe release some of the tension between the two of you.

"I-I like you."

Beer spewed from your lips as you choked on your first sip. You slam the can down to grab a dish rag to wipe up your mess.

"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to just blurt it out. I've never dealt with this before, well not in a long time. I haven't had the need or the want to think about this stuff," Kirishima explains, walking around the counter to help you.

"It's fine, you uh, just caught me off guard."

Kirishima chuckles softly, "I'll try to /ease/ into it, yeah?" A smirk danced across his lips.

"You can't help yourself, can you?" You tease, smacking the towel against his arm. Instead of moving to go to the living room, you hop up on your counter, bringing yourself to eye level with Kirishima. "So you wanna go on?"

Kirishima's smile falters slightly, "I don't do this, /dating/, stuff. I swore it off long ago, but when we were laying in your bed, you were sound asleep and I forgot how much I missed having someone in my arms."

Your heart dropped at his words, but you couldn't blame him for not wanting more. You have your own reasons for not letting people in.

"You were the first person I had stayed with after we had our fun, I'm usually gone before they even get to bed. It sounds like a dick move, I mean it is, but I couldn't risk getting attached. Been there once and I'm not going through it again," Kirishima explains, propping himself against the counter beside you. His eyes everywhere but on you.

"Someone broke your heart, didn't they?"

"Shit, that's one way to put it. People say guys don't get their hearts broken, that it's a chick thing. But their wrong, shit hurts no matter who you are," Kirishima sighs, his voice laced with emotions. "So I blocked it all out, never letting myself get attached. It's shitty, really, but I always aimed for the person to at least enjoy themselves. And they knew it was a one time thing, so it worked."

"Until now?" You ask softly, sipping on your drink.

"Until now."

You watched Kirishima push away from the counter to stand in front of you, your legs part instinctively to let him stand between them.

"I swore I would never let anyone in but you...you, sweetheart have weaseled your way in somehow. And I don't know how to handle it," he reaches up to tuck a loose curl behind your ear. "I don't know how to do /this/, but I'm willing to try. /If/ you would let me."

"You want to...what? Date me?"

Kirishima chuckled, "Would you like to date me? No bullshit, no secrets, just you and me? I can't promise I'll be perfect but I can promise I'll never break your heart."

You wanted to say yes. It was what you had wanted, right? Can you trust him, knowing his reputation? Can you risk it?

"Kirishima, I...I don't-..."

"Hey, it's okay. I kinda dropped all this on you outta nowhere. You don't have to do this, it's fine sweetheart," he says softly.

"It's not that," you say quickly. "I've been hurt too, okay? Just...can I trust you if we do this, that you won't just find someone better?"

"No one could ever compare, sweetheart. Can I trust you to not give up on me?"

"M'not that great, Ei. As long as you can handle my crazy obsession with my job, I think we can give this a shot," you smile up at him, bringing your hand up to fist the front of his shirt, pulling him close until his nose brushes against yours. "Don't hurt me, Ei."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he whispers before pressing his lips to yours.

You sigh softly into the kiss, letting your legs curl around his waist, holding him close. A part of you had wanted more from the start and now you actually have a chance to have more. It's both exciting and terrifying, not knowing what's to happen, but even knowing what Kirishima is like, /was/ like, it's not as unsettling as you thought it would be. He went through something like you did with your ex and you can only hope that makes the both of you better for another, and able to understand each other.

It's only the beginning, but once more, you just can't seem to shake Kirishima and you are more than okay with that.