Basically: Dry Humping Virgin!Kirishima & Some Fluff Bc I'm Feeling So Soft Asf For This Gentle Giant

Basically: dry humping virgin!Kirishima & some fluff bc I'm feeling so soft asf for this gentle giant rn

Warnings: size kink bc you can't tell me this man isn't HUGE, nipple play, pseudo-pussy job

You're entwined together on the couch, your lips moving against his slow and a little sloppy as he holds you in his arms. You've been dating the rising Pro Hero Red Riot for a couple of months now and physically, it's never progressed further than this, but tonight you wanna push the envelope.

"Eiji," you moan quietly, running your hands down his chest to push his spine against the back of the couch, so that you can straddle his hips.

His breath catches in his throat and he has to clear the obstruction as he grabs your hips, trying to hold them still when you begin rolling them on top of his.

"Baby, I--" he looks at you apologetically and you immediately understand why, but you wanna show him that it's all right; that you don't mind.

"I know," you smile sweetly, letting your hands explore his chest, rubbing up and over his shoulders until they're crossed behind his neck. "that's not what I'm after."

You card your fingers through his hair, your eyes following the motion and you smile a little wider when he sighs, his eyes closing as he relaxes into your gentle touch, the slightest of shivers traveling down his spine.

"Come to the bedroom with me," you lean in, pressing your forehead to his, resting your hands on his broad shoulders as you whisper, "please, Ei?"

He groans quietly, feeling his resolve evaporate. He’s already in so deep with you that he’s powerless to say no. Which is both precisely why he doesn’t trust himself to crawl into your bed and why he goes and does it anyway.

You wrap your entire hand around his index finger, gently tugging him down the hall to your bedroom and he can’t help but smile, a goofy grin spreading across his face as he watches you prance down the hall.

He towers over you when you pull yourself flush up against him, angling your head back to look into his crimson eyes, alight with anxious excitement. Not many things were capable of rattling Red Riot's nerves, but he wasn't Red Riot around you.

He was just Eijirou, a man with honest intentions who was petrified of saying the wrong thing to the the prettiest girl that he'd ever seen. You could feel his heart thumping in his chest under your palm as you ran them over his chest.

"Do you trust me?" You hook your fingers into his belt loops and he gasps quietly, his hands resting on your hips.

"Yes," he nods, smiling down at you softly, his thumbs rubbing absently over your hips.

"Will you take these off?" You give his jeans a gentle tug and push your hands beneath his shirt, looking up at him through your lashes. "This too?"

He just nods again, complying without a second thought. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, a shy smile tugging up the corners of your mouth as you step back and strip down yourself.

You hear his belt hit the floor with a thud, followed by a quiet, "Oh," as you're lifting off your shirt. When it slips over your head, you can see him drinking in the sight of you, his cheeks flushing with heat. You take the opportunity to stare at the impressive outline beneath his boxer briefs as you hook your thumbs into your jeans to tug them down, kicking them aside.

The two of you stand there for a beat longer, just admiring one another before you motion for him to join you on the bed as you take a seat. He crosses the room in two long strides, and sinks into the mattress beside you.

You crawl across the bed, curling your finger and patting the middle of the bed with a coy smile. He scoffs, chortling as he shakes his head and slides himself over, sitting up against the headboard and resting his hand on your waist.

"Promise that you trust me?" You trail your fingers over his pecs, watching them as they slide down his chest before you look into his kind eyes.

"With my life," he smiles, placing his hand over yours to lift it, pressing a kiss to your palm and your heart flutters.

"Stop being so cute," you giggle, straddling his hips, rocking your hips ever-so-gently as he sucks in a slow breath.

"Why should I?" Both of his hands swallow your hips as he holds them, letting you do as you please.

"Because I'm not trying to do cute right now," you grin, leaning in to kiss along his jaw, working your way to his neck as you grind yourself against him more obviously, feeling his cock stir to life underneath you.

"What are you trying to do?" He's quiet, trying to hold back the guttural groan sitting in his chest that he finally lets loose as you reach back and unclasp your bra, tossing it aside before pushing your breasts together, offering them up in front of his face.

"I just wanna make you feel good, baby," you moan, tweaking your nipples as he stares, mouth hung open in quiet awe. "We don't have to move too fast, but you've been so, so good to me," his mouth connects with your breasts and you cup the back of his head, rolling your hips on his more quickly as he sucks on your sensitive nub. "Just wanna be good to you too."

He groans in response, a relieved sigh exiting his nostrils as his hands cup your breasts, squeezing and groping as his tongue roves between them, taking turns toying with your nipples.

"Oh fuck," you moan, dropping your head back, both hands fisted into his hair to tug at it gently. He snarls quietly and the sound goes straight to your cunt, which is already sopping wet, your panties quickly becoming soaked as they glide against his rock hard length.

"C-can I try something?" He pulls off of your breast to look at you, his eyes dusted with lust and uncertainty.

"Anything," you nod eagerly and then your flipped onto your back, the clothed head of his massive, leaking cock pressing directly against your folds, as he ruts up against it, your lips beginning to swallow up the material of your panties.

It bunches against your clit while the tip of his dick nearly slips between your folds, catching and applying a dizzying amount of pleasure that has you gasping and moaning as his shaft slides through, gliding against your damp panties as he lumbers over you.

"You're so fucking pretty," he almost looks like he's in pain as he groans, pressing his forehead to yours as he thrusts his hips faster.

You grab them, guiding his hips as you angle your hips up, eager for his thick girth to massage your clit as he loses himself in the feeling over your warm, wet pussy pulsing against him.

"I like you so much," he sighs and throws caution to the wind, spilling his guts to you in his vulnerable state. "Just don't wanna fuck this up. Don't wanna do this and you hate it and lose you, I just--" he slow briefly, his eyes screwing shut as he tilts his head back to mutter under his breath. "Fuck," another wanton moan leaves his lips as he resumes his thrusts, losing control of his motions and it's obvious that he's close.

You lean forward and kiss him, fast and hard, pushing him over and flat onto his back to straddle him again, bouncing slowly as you pull him up to sit and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into another passionate kiss.

"I really like you too," you murmur as you finally take a breath, rolling your hips on his again as you look into his eyes, the both of you panting as you hold one another. "So 'm not goin' anywhere. Promise."

"Me neither," he smiles softly, his eyes almost crossing and rolling back as your slide across his length just right and he gasps, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard and leans back on his hands.

"You like that?" You grin deviously, speeding up your motions as grip his muscular shoulder and slip your other hand into your panties, rubbing circles against your clit, building your orgasm while his cock twitches against you.

"Oh God, yes," he closes his eyes, hands scrunching up at the sheets beneath his palms. "Feels so good, I-I think I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, Eiji," you pant, teetering on the edge as you thrust your hips forward faster, trying to take him over with you.

"Fuck. Shit, fuck--oh," you can feel his hold body tense beneath you as he stills briefly before bucking his hips upward as a dark stain appears inside his gray boxers.

"Eij," you whine, voice pitching up as you fall apart, thoroughly drenching your panties as you ride out your high in his lap.

His arms wrap around you as he places a kiss to your temple and pulls you to his chest while he lays back, his hands gliding along your spine as he draws absent shapes against your skin while the both of you catch your breath.

Ma’am I love him! So much!

This just feels very HIM, like fuck yeah he’s tired, you know that- he knows that. But let him make you feel good. He just wants to feel like he’s contributing to your happiness. Even by waking you up at the ass crack of dawn to get dicked back to sleep.

Consensual somnophilia is also up there for me w/ Aizawa- where he just gently rolls you onto your back, sloppily kisses up your thighs in a half assed attempt to wake you before he’s spreading you open and putting those same sloppy kisses against your clit 😌😌

shota a c t u a l l y sleeps so much because he needs to recharge from blowing your back out every night. he is NOT the only hero on patrol 🙄 i know there are nocturnal quirks and everything, sir. that man would give you the kind of attention that heats your body and makes you cover your face from a single look. when he engages with you it’s like you are The Only Thing That Exists. his hands slowly roam your body while he talks, rubbing your arm, slipping down to your lower back (he is going for your ass). furthermore, that voice tho???? i am wet. and he can tell, too! how could the ever observant aizawa NOT help you feel safe in his bed embrace.

This… this… y o u… I am literally levitating? Stepping on the beach???

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No, because uh… thinking about Aizawa who knows he doesn’t have/make enough time for you… balancing both his job as a teacher AND his night shifts as a hero… how could he, right?

It’s something he appreciates about you; that you already know, and that you don’t bother him about; already aware of, from other aspects of your shared life with him, just how much he cares about you regardless of his schedule…

But Aizawa who still tries to make up for the lack of his presence in your life by waking you up every night when he gets home at 3, 4am just so he can fuck you back to sleep…

He’s so… all-consuming, just as you mention… observant, dedicated… so how could he not provide you with as much as he is capable of at the end of each day, by making sure you know how he feels about you in more than just half-assed ways, also?

Yes, his hands slowly roam, the pressure of them heavy and warm. Yes, he focuses solely on you, his eyes dark and heavy, sleep at their edges…

And… YES, he fucks like that, too. Creeping into the warmth of your sheets and giving you stubbly kisses until you wake… the moment your eyes open and you smile that pretty, sleepy smile at him, he’s making his move to mount you and fuck you like the sorry dog he really is.

Sometimes sitting on your legs, other times in doggy, calloused hands drag your ass up right where he wants it before pressing your face into your pillow; holding you in place all so he can remind you (and himself) that you do have a boyfriend, and that you do have someone who loves you.

Every night, Aizawa plays this game. No matter how tired or how beaten down he is, he has to feel like he’s at least providing something… and sometimes, pounding you into your mattress, whispering in your ear all velvet and soft, and then curling around you after to keep your naked body safe and warm… is like enough for him.

He tries.

Firefighter Daichi fuck a baby into me PLEASE!! I got the perfect chubby body to take care of his seed and my tits are big literally what more could I be doing ?? Impregnate me 💥💥💥💳💥💥💳💥💳

no and he’s so glad you feel this way- because he’s thinking the same damn thing. your body is obviously ready to bear his child, hips wide and belly soft without even fucking you yet. he wants his family so bad, always has- he can’t imagine why now isn’t the perfect time to get started.

so daichi will fuck you. he’ll find a home for your ass on any surface in the house- something comfortable tucked behind you so you don’t ache later- and line his thick cock up with your cunt, dripping saccharine sweet at the promise of being properly bred. lucky for you, his balls are tight and achy- full of potent seed that was created to be emptied inside of you. he’ll fuck you right through his orgasms without stuttering his speed even once, watching the spot you’re connected as creamy white and frothy rings form around the base of his cock, spurring him on to bury the next load deeper inside you- just until it sticks.

while you’re babbling something about how much you love him, daichi will smile down at his dumb baby. he loves you more than anyone, that’s why he wants to start a family with you. as his tongue swirls around your nipple he decides to give a firm suck, making your back arch and push your plush stomach against him, whining higher than ever before. he wonders if they’ll be this sensitive when they’re full of milk.

I feel like this fits with what we were talking about @ihatebnha 🥺🥺

「Attractive things BNHA Boys do」

⤷ Bakugou

his hand on your waist or back but non-sexually. when you’re in his way or blocking his way to something or somewhere, he gently moves you by the waist, casually saying “excuse me, baby” his voice deep and so low that only you can hear it. he also instinctively guides you through crowds by putting his hand on the small of your back.

⤷ Deku

casual pda, however he always makes it more affectionate and passionate. he always puts his arm over your shoulder without saying anything or takes his hand out of his pockets to hold yours when you approach him. kisses on the back of your hand when he's a little distracted by the phone, but still wants to show your affection while you wait for your coffee orders at the cafe. casual hugs at concerts or festivals and him dropping a kiss on the top or back of the neck.

⤷ Kirishima

while watching movies together, he distractedly feeds you a piece of popcorn and when he feels your lips brush against his fingertips, his touch intentionally lingers there until your eyes slowly meet. only then he pulls away with a faint half-smile before popping a popcorn in his mouth, his gaze fixed on you.

⤷ Todoroki

he brushes your hair out of your face when you talk so he can see you better. most of the time it is a casual and subconscious gesture; he's listening to you intently and when his eyes remain fixed on the strands of hair that fall over your face, he tucks them behind your ear or pushes them away from your face, gently running his fingers down your cheek in the process. he does this so often that you may get used to it after a while, but it always makes your heart race.

⤷ Denki

he says things like “come here honey, watch with me” when he finds a funny video on youtube. “tell me about your day,” he says, sitting down on the couch beside you, his body fully turned toward you. "here, drink this," he says, handing you a bottle of water. "honey! I made your favorite dessert!". it's such a small thing, but his casual commands make your heart warm.

⤷ Tamaki

the way he hums and moans softly when you play with his hair or give him a head massage. maybe it's a casual gesture when you watch netflix together or when you see him stressed out with work. his moans are deep, low and slightly slurred, and his hums are so soft and sound so content - almost giddy. he takes one of your hands away from his head and towards his lips to press a grateful kiss, his eyes closed and his mind in ecstasy.

⤷ Shinsou

the way he can go from being an adorable, giggly mess to being hot in a split second. one minute, you’re play-fighting, him keeping you at arm’s length to avoid your tickling, annoyed but gleeful giggles and laughs escaping from his mouth, and the next, he’s boldly getting into your space until your back is pressed against a wall.

⤷ Hawks

he likes to kiss you when you least expect it. when you're talking, he lightly traces your jaw as he listens before gently gripping your chin and tilting your head up so your lips meet his, smiling into the kiss as your words fade away. or he runs a hand through your front hair as if he's just fixing the unruly strands, but when his hand reaches the back of your head, he gently pulls you close to steal a kiss.

⤷ Dabi

he does this thing where he uses his index finger to lift your chin to make you look at him. it can be something as playful as making you pay your undivided attention when you’re jokingly ignoring him. or sometimes, when he sees you’re sad and upset about something and refusing to talk to him, he does this, his movements gentle, and his face calm as he searches your face then asks, “do you want to talk about it, dear?”

⤷ Shigaraki

he’s focusing on something; you think he doesn’t notice you staring at him but he suddenly looks at you with those eyes of his, and he stares back until you get flustered. the playful yet intense glint in his eyes makes it hard to look away as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes and the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

I love it I love it I love it so much

I’m a sucker for wounded lover fics. Usually where reader is bandaging the other- where we get to read about touching them softly. Or in this (much worse) case it’s done matter of factory, just getting the job done

HELP !!!! I've been struck by the image of enemies to lovers w bkg where u get injured and he has to patch up the wound and to distract you from the pain he kisses you </3 OR THE OTHER WAY AROUND. this will be my before bed scenario

It's safe to say you don't get along.

You rarely do. Oil and water, fire and ice - all kinds of things. You bicker, constantly. And have the time Bakugou is holding something over your head, half the time you're screwing with each other. Arguing in elevators over patrol shifts and who's the best. Who'll be number one next week. It's a constant these days.

He can't stand you, he tells you at least once a week. A snarl in his throat as he has you close to the wall

"Y'know I fuckin' hate you right?"

Right. Of course he does. You know that. You hate each other and by now it's old news.

But you work well together and that's why you went on this misison. What was supposed to be a sting operation turned to a full out brawl and now you're here - in the back of a beat up van with a wound that has you dry-heaving. You're bleeding and light-headed, a crust of dried blood and bruised lips. You feel like you've been hit by something heavy.

Ah, you remember now. It was Bakugou who you jumped for, in front of the strike of a villain with a knife-like quirk. You remember but your heads still heavy and your eyelids are swollen from taking the fall. You don't know what happened after, or when they found you.

When you open them to look... he's right there above you.

He looks beat up, you think. You probably look worse but there's a cut on his lip and blood on his forehead. He looks bad and you wanna ask him if he's okay. You need to know if he's okay.

There's a hand on your skin, it's his. Big and strong, but gentle. You can feel all of his scars as he holds your cheek. Your body is laid over his lap and his thighs are underneath you like he's holding you with his whole body.

"Fuck.. fuck you're awake," and he sounds like he might cry. You wonder if he'd be sad if you died. You thought you hated each other. You're supposed to anyways.

"Y-yeah," ― you manage, voice weak ― "How long was I out?"

His voice is so soft when he speaks to you, you almost don't hear it.

"About 'n hour," he tells you. You want to close your eyes, they're tired. But you want to look at him more, a little longer like this. He's so pretty, have you told him that? You're so exhausted but you think you should.

"It hurts," ― you say first, like you should get it out of the way ― "You look pretty,"

He only frowns at you. He's not angry at you, you can tell. You always know when he is but his bottom lip quivers anyways like all the rage inside of him is in his mouth. Maybe he keeps his anger in his throat so he can always reach it just incase.

"Why did you.. why did you fuckin' do that," ― and he sobs. It's an ugly sound and it makes you smile ― "Why the hell would you do that for me?"

You're too tired to smile properly but you try for him. You're always trying for him.

"I dunno," ― you tell him, wincing at the pain when you move ― "Just felt like it, I guess,"

He sobs again and it's still ugly but this time it makes your heart race. This time he pulls you into his body and hugs you like he is trying to memorize the sound of your heartbeat. As if he's worried he'll forget the sound

"I fuckin' hate you," he says and he doesn't mean it but how else does he explain these feelings to you? How can he tell you he loves you like this?

You smile again.

"I know,"

"Y-you're still," ― he gasps like he's drowning ― "Still bleeding and I need to clean the wound. Need to wrap it but it's gonna hurt,"

You squint a little, confused.

"So?"

"I don't w-want to hurt you anymore, dammit,"

You think the weight of his words are so heavy they could sink to the bottom of the ocean. You think you love him and you hate him and you're not sure which one makes you ache less. You think that you don't want to ever hurt him either.

"I'll be fine," you try to assure but he shakes his head. He closes his eyes, brow furrowd and jaw feather and some of his tears drop onto your cheek when he presses his forehead against yours.

"No, fuck - I can't,"

You give him a look, then a gentle laugh.

"Kiss me then," ― you suggest half-hearted, as a joke more than anything ― "Distract me,"

You say it as a joke but he nods, swallows, and says okay. Your eyes widen but you can't protest, something cottony in your mouth. You watch as he reaches over and shuffles around in the first aid kit with gauze and a bottle of alcohol. You aren't worried about it hurting, your heart just happens to race.

He unscrews the alcohol and makes sure the gauze is easy to wrap. With an arm under your back and the bottle of your wound, he stares at you with eyes full of red. You blink at him.

"On the count of three,"

He looks at you like you make the world spin.

"Three,"

And you wonder what will happen when this is all over.

"Two,"

Why're you so nervous to kiss someone?

"One,"

Maybe it's because he's not just someone to you.

He crushes his lips to yours while he pours the alcohol over your wound. You can feel it clean, the way it runs down your clothes and bare torso and it hurts. It really does but you can't feel it at all because all you can feel is Bakugou.

All you can feel, and touch, and taste is Bakugou Katsuki right above you. He tastes like salty tears and lovesickness - something saccharine in how he kisses you so desperately. It's animal the way you crave it, that even with no strength in your body you kiss him like you're holding on for dear life. You don't think you've ever wanted something so badly so when he kisses you like he's crushing his lips with his, you let him.

And you let the little breathy moan escape your mouth when his hands shift and the hardest part of over but he still has to tape you up. You let him kiss you with tongue and teeth, over and over and over until your lips are sore from him and his saliva is mixed perfectly with yours. You kiss and kiss and kiss and you kiss some more when the wound is wrapped.

When you pull away, you're dazed, curling your fist weakly as you lay your hand on his chest.

"Again," ― he says, more seriously ― "Again, after all this over. I'll kiss you again. The right way,"

"I'll hold you to it, Dynamight,"

For the first time today, he smiles.

"I know you will,"

7+8=15

20+40=60

60+15=75