Can I request Hawks x reader where his pro hero wife is a mild yandere too and Hawks loves it. Like Mt. Lady gets really flirty with Hawks and he is tryna avoid her so when she comes later at mid night at y/n 's agency just to seduce Hawks bcoz he is always there with his wife at night she finds reader riding hawks and upon seeing Mt. Lady peeping secretly he moans even louder telling reader how he only loves them becoz he wants to show he only loves reader . Now whenever he meets mt. lady he makes sure to reveal the hickeys and lip stick marks reader has left and praises how she is a self made top hero and he loves her
Yes yes yes ofc💕
Hawks x Reader
Tw: cheating themes(no cheating tho),/violent thoughts, smut, oral(f!receiving), public sex, dom reader(kinda)
>English isn't my native language so please be kind about any grammar/spelling errors 💕
I hope you like this 😭💕 I tried to include everything you said 😭😭
Jealousy, Jealousy
I sucked in a sharp breath as I watched my lady, once again, attempt to flirt with MY husband, IN MY AGENCY.
I seethed as I watch her cross her arms, in an attempt to push her boobs up, hoping that will catch his attention.
I had always hated Mt.lady, the only reason she was even at her rank is because she gets by costing on her looks. Using her popularity rating to climb the ranks, but even with that she was still a lower rank than me, it would be funny if it wasnt so pathetic.
And now shes giving he a new reason to hate her.
As she bats her eyelashes at him, I have to fight the urge to hit her with a bat.
His facial expression showed exactly how uncomfortable he was. But I can't say mt. Ladys actions were surprising, she was known for being a little too....friendly with almost all the male heroes.
I feel as though there might be actual smoke coming out of my ears, as I watch her place her hand on MY husbands arm.
Fucking whore.
I can't watch this anymore. I walk over towards them, making sure to sway my hips in a cocky and confident way, while approaching.
I wrap my arm around keigos, looking directly at mt. Lady, while keeping a smile on my face, trying to hide the rage I felt towards her.
"hey babe, what are you two talking about?" You look at keigo, making sure to emphasize the word 'babe'.
Before he could respond, mt. lady answered the question.
"we were just catching up, it sucks that we haven't been able to see each other in a while. But I understand that such an amazing hero like hawks has a busy schedule." She smiled, not even looking at me while talking, instead she was staring directly into keigos eyes.
"and if you wouldnt mind" she continued "could me and hawks have a few more minutes to talk, alone. You know, just to catch up" this time she looked directly at me.
In this moment it took every fiber of my being to not snap her fucking neck in half like a twig.
THE AUDACITY ON THIS BITCH IS INSANE.
Instead of letting me answer the question, she grabbed keigos other arm, and began pulling him away from me.
He looked back at me with a sympathetic look. He was always bad at being a dick to women, even if they deserved it.
I decided to go get my water bottle from my office, hoping the moment away from them would allow me to relax. Plus I trust keigo, he would never let that slut touch him.
After slurping down the rest of my water, and trashing the bottle, I decide to go save keigo from that ugly hoe. My mind can't help but call her names. Mean or not it was her fault. Don't act like a slut and I wouldn't have to call you one.
I walk into the break room, assuming that where she dragged him off to.
When I open the break room door, I'm too stunned to speak. Anger engulfs my being, as I watch her try to lean in to kiss keigo.
His face screams discomfort, but he only leans backwards to avoid her kiss instead of pushing her away.
I clear my throat, to make my presents known. I notice how her face changes after seeing me in the doorway. She looks like she has seen a ghost. The color drained from her face completely.
"Out. Now" I speak slowly, but its obvious from my eyes that I wanted to rip her fucking tongue out.
She scurries past me, out the door, not saying word and looking down at her feet while she walks.
Keigo looks at me with guilt plastered all over his features. It made my heart hurt.
I was still pissed though. Why didn't he just push he off? Did he....like it.....
No, of course he didn't, the look on his face showed exactly how much he DIDNT like it.
I push past my self doubting thoughts, and give keigo all of my focus.
He walked over to me, ready to spill millions of apologies, and explain that it's not what I think.
But before he speaks, I smash my lips against his. Im going to show that fucking slut who keigos heart really belongs to.
The kiss grows sloppy, desperate, and very needy.
He hands grab my waist, as he picks me up, turning around to place me on the closest table, Never breaking the kiss.
I grind against the growing bulge in his pants, creating a breathy gasp that slip from his lips. He quickly returns the favor, grinding his cock against my clothed slit, making me throw my head back.
A groan escapes my lips, as my neck is met with his sharp teeth. That's going to leave a mark. Good, I internally smile, picturing mt.ladys face change into one of disappointment as she looks at my neck.
Keigos lips leave my neck, as he gets on his knees in front of the table. Planting kisses on my thighs and whispering sweet nothings against them. "I love you so much baby" "You're so perfect" "all mine"
Thats when an idea came to mind. While keigo is distracted with my thighs, I grab his phone from the top pocket of his hero costume, he gives a confused look but says nothing. I quickly sent a text to mt. Lady saying something along the lines of "come back, we need to talk babe"
This was going to be fun.
I place keigos phone on the table, and enjoy the feeling of keigos kisses getting closer to where I wanted them most.
I feel his tongue lick over my cunt, through my underwear...the scene is downright pornographic.
My hands find there place in his golden locks, tugging and pulling, encouraging him to keep going.
After what feels like hours of teasing, he pulls my panties to the side, allowing his tongue to explore my soaked cunt.
Gasps and groans slip past my lips as he works his tongue. My mind also goes blank, completely lost to the pleasure.
As much as I love keigos tongue, I need more. I grab his beautiful golden locks, pulling his face away from my cunt.
I pull him in for another sloppy kiss, I can taste my arousal on his lips. The taste only adds to the flames of lust growing in my stomach.
My hands find their way to his belt, unbuckling it, and sliding his pants down.
I get off the table, standing in front of hawks. I begin stroking his hardened cock through his boxers.
"lay on the table keigo" I purr against his ear. He does exactly what I say, laying down on the table and taking off his boxers, unleashing his massive cock, I take notice of the precum-soaked tip as I continuing stroking him.
I plant a small kiss against keigos tip, while lightly messaging is balls, which in turn makes him let out a beautiful moan, one that I love hearing.
I quickly straddle him on the table and, grab his cock gently in my hand, softly brushing his tip through the folds of my cunt.
"fuck, baby bird dont tease me, let me in that pretty cunt of yours" he pleads, how could I say no when he asks so nicley.
I slowly sink down on his above averagely sized cock. I feel as his dick glides against the soaked walls of my cunt.
Once hes completely inside of me, I began grinding my hips back and forth to get used to his length.
I throw my head back and gasp as I slide up his cock and plummet all the way back down.
Keigos hands find their way to my hips, picking me up and slamming me back down. The feeling was addicting. I'm almost lost in pleasure, when the sound of the break room door opening snaps me from my thoughts.
There in the doorway was Mt.lady, instead of stopping or even slowing down, I slam my cunt down against him even harder, causing a pornographic moan to fall from his lips.
A cocky smirk tugs at my lips as I grind my cunt against his large cock, purposely letting out a loud moan, just to piss her off.
Instead of walking away, she seems too stunned to move. This was amazing.
"ohh~ hawks, your cock is amazing. I love you so much baby" I moan out. Starring right into her eyes. Watching her eyes fill with tears.
Keigo still hasn't noticed her, making this revenge even sweeter.
"I love you so much baby bird, this pussy is the only thing I need." He moans as his grip on my hips tighten, he finally looks up at me and realizing someone else has caught my attention.
Keigo turns his head to see what im starring so smugly at.
His face turns almost as red as his feathers, when he realized she had been watching.
Before he can get up, or say anything, I rock my hisp even faster, causing his head to fall back against the table, and his eyes to roll to the back of his skull.
The fast bouncing on his cock makes him gasp, "OH FUCK, I love you so much baby bird, you own this cock and this heart" he moans. His words make me clench around him. And send shivers down my spine
"he loves fucking this cunt look at him, hes such a good boy" I speak slowly making sure my words sink in.
"aww, are you jealous that he doesn't want you? That he would rather be stuffed balls deep in my cunt than even have a conversation with you? " I fake a sad pout, and sympathetic voice while talking.
A chuckle escapes Keigo's lips, "oh baby bird, I love you so much, you're the only girl I need. And this pussy is to die for" he groans and bites his lip, using his hands to continue slamming me against him.
Tears are flowing down mt. Ladys face now, obviously hearing that keigo only loves me hurts her, but it's what she deserves. No one tries to take what's mine.
She turns around and leaves, with tears streaming down her face.
And now for the rest of the night I get to enjoy knowing that she knows her place now, and enjoy keigo all to myself.
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A few days later was the yearly hero gala, and for once I was excited.
Mt.lady couldn't even look me or keigo in the eyes. She was 'heartbroken' or whatever. I didnt really care.
As long as she stayed away from what was mine, we were fine.
Thinking about roommates! Kirishima and Bakugou finding out your shitty boyfriend cheated on you, claiming it was only fair since you’ve probably fucked the two of them.
So they take it upon themselves to make your ex’s nightmare a reality, Katsuki murmuring praise and encouragement from beneath you, his cock twitching in your cunt as Eijiro presses into your ass, all three of you taking a moment to adjust before your boys are setting a quick rhythm, passing your phone’s camera back and forth between them so they can make sure your ex doesn’t have to imagine a single second.
Warnings: there will be sexual content eventually, reader gets cheated on, angst, fluff, I will update more warnings as more parts are put out.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
Sypnosis: Reader gets to go home early from work one day to find out her fiancé cheating on her. Her life has been turned upside down, she finds comfort within her boss.
MINORS DNI! If you want to be tagged please have your age in your bio. This will be an 18+ fic. So if you ask to be tagged and there is no age in your bio then you will be getting blocked. It makes me feel uncomfortable when minors read my stuff.
Katsuki was pacing back and forth in his living room after he read the last text you sent.
What kind of news do you mean? Good news? Bad news? Fuck, were you planning to tell him you’re staying there permanently? His hands have been clammy ever since and he thought to ask you but he decided against it in case you were busy finalizing anything before leaving.
“Katsuki, settle down. (Y/n)’s gonna get here when they get here, Honey.” his mom’s voice called out from where she was sitting on the couch. He gave a small huff before plopping down right next to her. Though she seemed calm on the outside, Katsuki could see the slight bouncing of her leg as she was reading the newspaper.
Mitsuki Bakugou wasn’t stupid, she could tell something happened between the two of you. Her son has been calmer in the past two years than he ever has in his life. She’s noticed how he always casts a glance at his phone, a sparkle erupting from his eyes when he reads a message from you. She wanted to ask about it but chose not to because watching her son fumble while typing was kind of endearing.
Though she didn’t talk to Katsuki about it, she did gossip with Masaru when the two were in their shared bed for the night.
“Our Katsuki has grown up a lot, hasn’t he?” she sighed, glancing over at her husband. He let out a chuckle, removing his glasses and resting it on the bedside table.
“He sure has, I know you’ve been enjoying seeing him all flustered, but imagine what he’s going to be like when (Y/n) does come back.” and the two started giggling with each other.
“Oh lord, I hope we get a video of it. (Y/n)’s done a number on him, haven’t they.” She agreed.
“Dude what does (Y/n) mean by ‘news’?? Do they not know how rude it is to just leave someone on a cliff hanger like that?! And then we have to wait a whole day to find out the answer?! This is a sick game.” Denki whined from the other couch across from them. Him and the rest of the group were in his house just waiting around.
“You know what can get your mind off of it?” Mitsuki laughed, looking up from the papers in her hand. Denki looked at her with hope dancing his eyes. “You kids can go do your jobs as heroes.” she stated and the way Denki’s face dropped at her answer made her stand up with a chuckle.
“Honestly, their flight is 10 hours. Instead of waiting in my house and torturing yourselves, go and find some criminals and stop eating my food!” she exclaimed before making her way to the kitchen.
“That’s cold Mrs. Katsuki’s Mom! But I mean if the city really needs me or whatever I guess I’ll go.” Denki playfully rolled his eyes before getting off the sofa. The rest of them followed suit and before they could make their way towards the door, “Yeah yeah, here are some snacks for the road! Be safe!” they all took the cookies from her hands and waved thanks before leaving.
It was an excruciating 10 hours, not only for Katsuki with the waiting around while he got bored fighting criminals, but also for you, who’s ass was feeling numb due to sitting for so long. The little ‘ding dong’ from the pilot’s intercom rang.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, we have at last reached our destination here at Air Japan, we now ask that you put on your seat belts and give us a few moments to get everyone landed safely.” and with that, the sound of everyone’s seat belts clicked into place as the plane began its descent.
“Welcome to Tokyo International Airport, our flight attendants will help with carry-ons, all luggage can be found at baggage claim on the lower floor, thank you for flying with Air Japan.” and everyone was bumbling to get their stuff to get off the plane.
It wasn’t until you were walking through the exit tunnel that your heart started palpitating, you could feel it in your palms as you were gripping your bag. The deep breath that filled your lungs did little to help with the nervousness in your steps as you got closer to the entrance.
What am I so worried about? I saw these guys on Katsuki’s birthday when they all flew over. Why am I nervous to see them all again now?
You made your way down a level to get the large suitcase that arrived separately before looking around for your large group of friends. You thought you should call one of them but then a flash of blond hair caught your eye.
Through the other side of the glass wall was Katsuki, just Katsuki, staring back at you with a faint smile resting on his face. You took another deep breath before making your way towards him, but you barely got three steps outside before he threw himself onto you. His arms wrapped itself around you, pulling you into his embrace. His nose took in your scent as if it was the one thing keeping him from falling.
“You’re here, finally.” he grumbled into your hair and that was all it took for you to wrap your arms around him too. The two of you stood there for a good minute, arms not wanting to let the other go. He reluctantly did when the sound of a honking taxi ruined the moment.
“It’s good to be back..” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and the next inhale you took in was filled with his intoxicating cologne.
“Come on, you must be tired, let’s get you back home.” he brought you to his car and when the passenger’s door was open, there was a gift bag resting on the seat. You made eye contact with him as he went around to the driver’s side.
“It was supposed to be the gift for you when you left. I told you I’d keep it until you came back.” he smirked before you both settled into the car. He motioned for you to take the gift out and you took no time reaching in.
The soft fabric made contact with your fingertips before you pulled it out. In your hands rested a vermilion knitted scarf. On both ends of it were embroidered the explosion flares that matched the ones on the back of his hero mask. You couldn’t help the grin that came to your face when you saw it.
“You did this?” and you knew the answer before that question left your mouth.
“Yeah…it took a bit longer than I’d like to admit. I wanted you to have it since Canada tends to be colder than here. It killed me when I couldn’t give it to you before you left.” he explained before starting the car.
“Well, lucky I came back when it’s starting to get cold again huh?” The smile you sent him eased his worries as the car started taking off.
The two of you were silent for a few minutes, only the soft music playing was heard.
“So- where is everyone else? From your messages I thought everyone was coming?” you broke the silence.
“Oh, they figured you’d be exhausted from the new time adjustment so they’ll let you rest until tomorrow,” he answered.
“By the way, Izuku thought since I was the one picking you up, that you should stay with us? We have your guest bedroom all set up if you’re okay with it..” he added, his eyes not wanting to meet yours in case you rejected the offer.
“That sounds good. I really need to sleep in a familiar place tonight.” you didn’t know how tired you were until a yawn escaped you, and the soft music wasn’t helping at keeping you awake. Before you knew it, you were passed out in Katsuki’s car to the feeling of his steady driving and the passing road signs.
When he parked, Katsuki knew he had to be gentle, let you get as much rest as you could. He went over to the passenger’s side and hooked his arms under you to carry you out. His dad opened the front door for him (he heard the car pull in and the driver’s doors shutting) and went to help bring your stuff inside.
Katsuki brought you to the guest room and settled you down on the bed. Your unconscious self immediately wiggled further into the soft pillows as soon as he draped the blankets over you. Masaru left your bags on the floor at the end of the bed for you and the two left you alone to rest for the night.
When the next morning came around, you were disturbed from your sleep by the sound of loud yelling from the other side of the guest door.
“-Come on! It’s 1 in the afternoon! They’ve been asleep for 14 hours straight! I wanna see them!” that was Denki’s voice.
“Okay, just for that, you’ll be the last to see them. Leave my house.” Katsuki’s voice rang out. Denki laughed at his stern voice knowing he wasn’t serious. You mustered up the energy to get up, taking a moment to stretch, and going to open the door.
“(Y/N)!” Denki yelled before glomping you into a hug. You hugged back before meeting eyes with the rest of the group. Izuku was the next one to be hugged.
“I’m glad you got back alright.” Shinsou grinned before going in for his hug. One by one, everyone else got a hug too and they all let you freshen up before you met them all downstairs, meeting Mitsuki and Masaru’s hugs on the way.
“So! What’s the big news that you wanted to tell us? I’ve been on the edge all day.” Denki asks as soon as you sit down in between Shoto and Katsuki on the big couch.
“Well, I got promoted at my firm! They want me to supervise the junior designers!” you exclaimed, but the grin on your face slowly disappeared when their faces didn’t show any excitement as you’d hoped. Bakugou could feel his heart steeling up to hear you say what he dreaded.
“Does that mean…you’ll be there permanently?” Shoto asked, the frown on his face only making his puppy eyes more heartbreaking.
“That’s the best part! They’re transferring me to their newest branch right here in Japan! I’m staying here!” and that was when they roared to life with cheers. Bakugou felt his heart settle down with joy.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU START WITH THAT! I WAS ABOUT TO CRY!” Izuku yelled from his seat. And for the next several hours, you all spent the time talking to each other about everything that’s happened in the past two years. Katsuki couldn’t get the smile off his face, not that he wanted to in the first place.
When the evening came, you all separated ways, making sure to make plans to hang out soon to make up for lost time.
“Want to take a walk with me?” Katsuki asked, his hand holding the scarf he made you. You nodded before going to put on your shoes. He gently wrapped the scarf around your neck before you two went to take in the November air.
The sound of wind whistling through the autumn leaves accompanied you two for a few minutes.
“Hey, do you mind if I read you something? I don’t think there’s a better time than now…” he trailed off, fumbling with something from his pocket. You nodded, watching him pull out a small envelope with a card inside, and you swore you could hear him taking deep breaths to calm himself.
“Racking my brain for many days and many nights,
For the right words to describe the way you make me feel.
Like the fireplace warmth on a cold winter night,
Like the first bite of food after starving for a meal,
Like discovering a new bloom
On a long lasting plant.
If I don’t say it now,
I might lose the chance.
(Y/n), I’m in love with you,
I’ll say it a million times over if I must,
I’ll wait forever if that’s what it takes,
For me to gain back your trust.”
His voice wavered as he read over what he wrote for you two years ago. And the two of you stopped walking as he finished. His stomach was on fire and it shows through the heavy blush on his face (He blames the cold weather).
“Did you write that?” you asked, not looking over to him, your breathing was stilled, not wanting to believe your ears.
“I did. I meant to give it to you with the scarf.” he cast his eyes down at his shoes. He prayed to anything that was holy that you still had some feelings for him, that he still had a chance to make it right, that he hadn’t lost you.
“Do you mean it?” your voice was so quiet, he almost missed the question.
“Every word.” was his immediate answer.
He was done being stupid. He was done denying his feelings for you. He was done with his massive ego that almost cost your friendship.
“(Y/n), if you don’t feel the same way for me anymore, I completely understand. I royally messed up and I hurt you. But if some part of you still feels the same way, please give me the chance to show you how much you mean to me.” he stumbled and walked to stand in front of you. His movement had you looking up and making contact with his red eyes that had determination written all over.
“I just, don’t want to risk getting hurt again if this is a spur of the moment thing.” you explained to him and he was quick to shake his head.
“No, I promise you I’d sooner allow Shinsou to use his quirk on me than to ever hurt you again. It’s not a spur of the moment, I’ve waited two years for you and I’ll wait even more if you need time.” His eyes were begging you to believe him, and you’d never seen him like this before.
It tugged at your heartstrings, it nipped at your fingertips, it engulfed you whole; how much you loved him.
“One date.” you held up a finger to him to indicate your point. And his eyes lit up. His heartbeat raced.
“One date. Okay, okay good, great. Thank you!” he nodded and before he knew it, he planted a kiss on your cheek when he came in for a hug. It took the both of you by surprise, but it wasn’t unwelcome, indicated by the blushes on your cheeks.
Although he didn’t have a day in mind yet, Katsuki was planning to make you feel special whenever the day may be, and all the days after that. Yes, Shoto has called him whipped at least 6 times already, but he didn’t care (because, yes, he is.) There’s not a chance in hell he’s messing this up, he’s completely and hopelessly enamored of you, it’s about time he expressed it don’t you think?
It’s interesting that Hori made MINA of all people, someone who’s canonically NEVER been in love and who sees a man and a woman walk side by side and see romance in it..be the one to keep pushing Ochako’s “crush” on Izuku despite them having nothing but heteronormativity going for them.
Ochako keeps saying “it’s not like that” many times throughout the manga. Izuku explicitly shut down Ochako’s feelings as platonic in chapter 348 by relating them to his admiration for All Might.. and Ochako after Katsuki’s apology and her speech on the street, realised something that Hori hasn’t yet revealed to us.
But whatever it is that she realised..it made her distance herself from Izuku, stop thinking about him and stop even looking at his direction or attempting to be anywhere around him. In most panels, they’re facing away from each other. And on the cliff, she’s looking ahead. Not even glancing at Izuku most of the time.
Speaking of the cliff..I wanna bring up very TINY difference in translations that means A L O T and it shows why translators SHOULD stick to making everything as close to the original as possible.
When Izuku compliments Ochako in chapter 342, the translation says “didn’t see that coming!!” Which gives an impression she’s flustered that Izuku thinks this about her.
But in reality.. all she says is “No. (you’re wrong).” And interrupts him in a sort of.. rude-ish way?
AND THIS IS SO IMPORTANT! Because she’s actively shutting down Izuku’s opinion here. She doesn’t agree with his compliments and she DOESN’T WANT THEM. It hints that she’s over her feelings.
If someone you love tells you something like that.. you’ll believe them. You’ll be happy. But not only was she not happy, she was slightly annoyed with it and she didn’t accept any of them. So this shows how a tiny thing a translator feels as unimportant can change A LOT!
Anyways..This is the classical case of Ochako mistaking admiration for love.. and Izuku mistaking love for admiration.
What Hori did with Mina and Ochako .. is brilliant. Mina is literally most hetero shippers. “Boy and girl? MUST BE LOVE!” And Hori is making fun of that through Mina.
The way she belittled Ochako’s heroic action of saving a hero in need as “you just used a chance to grab your crush” which IZUKU HEARD and IGNORED, never thought about it again and pretended it never happened. Probably made them both feel uncomfortable because they’re friends.
And Ochako also started regretting this.. and she had nothing to regret. She was doing he job.. but it’s another lesson from Hori. Women often get told they’re doing things for men when they aren’t. “Oh you wear that? It’s cause of a boy!” “Oh you did that? MUST BE FOR A BOY.”
Ochako never thinks of Izuku when she does these things. When she was saving him from Black Whip.. when she was giving her speech on the street.. all she thinks of..is her career. And she never thought anything romantic here either until Mina made her feel like crap for NOT DOING ANYTHING WRONG! People around Ochako sort of ruined her friendship with Izuku. And this is how far they are now.
Sure they’re friends who reached the same conclusion about their end goal.. but that’s it.. that’s the end of their arc.. there is a clear, deafening distance and disconnect between them and Horikoshi has perfectly portrayed it in the panel above alone.
midoriya: i am a nice person i think.
bakugo: what the fuck? of course you are-
midoriya: BUT.
bakugo:
midoriya:
midoriya: i think that i'll start throwing rocks at people that are mean to me.
bakugo:
bakugo: marry me.
Fun Fact: Airport security had to chase after Katsuki because he was running like a madman through the terminals, he looked suspicious until they realized what he was doing.
A/N: Are we still in Kinktober? Can I still post this? Anyway, I am a sucker for Kirishima and could not get this idea out of my bed! A love story with smut at the end <3
Summary: You didn't want to have anything to do with the students at UA high school. The past was the past and you were trying to make it stay that way by erasing those memories from your mind. That was hard to do when one of those memories comes back into your life. Would it be okay to let them back into your life, or would history repeat itself and end in tragedy like it always does?
You never thought you’d fall in love. You didn’t want to fall in love. And frankly, love was never in the cards for you. Especially not after what happened in high school. God, if you could erase UA high school from your memory, you would do it without a moment’s hesitation. UA was such a fantastic school, but you don’t have any fond memories of that place. The falling out you had with the current number 3 hero was so traumatic to you, that you refused to see him or anyone from that school for that matter. Actually, such a lame reason, but that falling out was also why you gave up on being a hero. So, you dropped out and attended a regular high school. FAR away from that school and those people. But ever since then, you didn’t think anyone could ever love you.
Were you scared? Maybe. But love never made its rounds back to you after high school. And that was okay with you. You didn’t need it. You were content at the fact that you were going to be alone forever… as sad as that sounds. It was true. You weren’t expecting to fall for someone so soon. Especially not him.
He came out of nowhere. You almost didn’t recognize him. You would have kept going on with your business had it not been for this small coincidence.
You were finally able to relax on the weekend, after a crazy and hectic schedule at work. There was a new project you were working on, and you could not rest until you had all the details worked out. You were able to take a short break for now, but it was going to be short lived. After finishing your cup of coffee, you were going to have to get back on it. You were on schedule for now, but it couldn’t hurt to be ahead for once. Then that will help with the stress later on.
You were waiting for your coffee to be done. Standing by the side, arms crossed, waiting patiently but also not because you watched one by one as everyone got called to get their drink, but not you yet. It wasn’t that complicated of a drink. If only you could just take one sip, then the growing headache you had would magically disappear.
“Iced macchiato!” the bartender called, placing the ice beverage right in the middle of the counter. With bright, widening eyes, you instantly got up to retrieve your drink. What you didn’t see was that someone else was also on their way to the drink. And when you had grabbed it, you also didn’t expect someone else’s hand to be on top of yours. You retracted your hand in surprise.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Is this an iced macchiato?” you asked the bartender, hands now as close to your chest as possible.
“It is. For… A Kirishima?” the bartender called out the owner of the drink. Well if only he had said their name sooner. Wait… Kirishima? You hadn’t noticed that you didn’t get a good look at the person who was also grabbing the drink. Your eyes shot to the drink to this Kirishima, and your heart dropped.
Kirishima Eijirou.
Best friend of your ex. The one who completely and utterly destroyed your entire being. The one who made you stop believing in love. How is it on earth that you had to run into this Kirishima.
He was giving you a sheepish smile; one that was awkward and friendly. But it didn’t matter. You had no intention of even being friendly with any former students from UA, whether they had any involvement in the situation or not. You already decided that you weren’t going to associate with UA anymore, and you weren’t going to back on your word now. You didn’t return his smile. Instead, your look turned into annoyance and the atmosphere turned rather cold.
“Iced macchiato for (y/n)?” the bartender finally called out your drink. Thankfully, not long after your encounter with Kirishima.
“(y/n)?” Kirishima called out to you but you didn’t give him the chance. You grabbed your coffee and bolted out of there. With wide strides and the goal to get out of there as soon as possible, you ran away from your problem. There was nothing wrong with running from your problems. Actually, you thought it was a good tactic and how you ran your life.
“(y/n)!” you gasped when you heard Kirishima was actually running after you. You turned around, and sure enough, Kirishima was right behind your tail.
“What the fuck…” you muttered under your breath, now running faster away from him. Kirishima, now being the pro-hero that he was, caught up to you so easily, it wasn’t even a challenge.
“Wait a second, why are you running?” Kirishima grabbed your arm, halting you in your steps and forcing you to turn around.
“Don’t. Touch. Me.” you threatened through clenched teeth, forcefully removing your arm from his grasp. The glare and fire in your eyes was enough for him to get the message and back off. This time, he didn’t stop you from treading off, rather aggressively at that. Could you blame yourself? Maybe your anger got the best of you, but in the moment, you didn’t care. All you wished for was that you never bump into him again.
But luck wasn’t on your side. This was partially your fault. You’d think that after running into your former classmate that you really didn’t want to see, you would stop coming to that particular cafe for a while. But no. You went the next day. Thinking that there was on way you would bump into him again. What were the odds of that?
You entered the small, local cafe that you visited quite often. So often that the baristas knew you were a regular. You took a quick scan of the customers they had. No overbuilt, redhead to be seen. It looks like you were in the clear. You let out a shaky breath and finally relaxed. Yesterday was probably a glitch in the system. It was pure coincidence that you saw him here, you weren’t going to see him again.
After thanking the barista for the coffee, you took a seat at your spot in the cafe; one in the far corner right by the window so you could have a view while you were working. Sometimes, you need a change in atmosphere to help you work better and the cafe was always the place that you worked the best.
Kirishima had entered the coffee shop that he had visited yesterday. The coffee was good, but he wasn’t here because of the coffee. No. He was here in hopes of seeing you. He had to admit, you were probably the last person he expected to see. How long has it been since you disappeared? Almost 8 years? No one knew where you ran off to. Hell, no one knew if you were dead or alive. But that moment in the coffee shop… when your hands brushed against each other and he got a good look at you. He had to do a double take. You were just as gorgeous as he remembered. All his childish feelings from high school rushed at him like he was hit by a car. All the butterflies, all the heart flutters. His feelings for you never left him after all.
After yesterday’s events and how you reacted, he wasn’t sure if he was going to run into you again, especially not at the same place. But there you were. He hadn’t even entered the premises for him to notice you. He saw you clearly from the window seat that you were at, so concentrated on your laptop. Kirishima couldn’t help but smile and mutter,
“Cute.”
Kirishima hadn’t realized he said that out loud. But those intrusive thoughts got the better of him. He had to talk to you again. Yet, he didn’t want to upset you again. There’s so much that he wants to say, so much he wants to understand. Would you even let him in?
You were deep in concentration, not paying attention to the surroundings around you. Especially not even noticing who had sat down next to you. For some reason, the numbers you had written down were not working. You were sure that you had entered everything correctly. You double checked, even did the math manually. But each time, the numbers were not matching and you couldn’t figure out what you had done wrong. Once you figure out the budget, you could move on to the next step, but this has got you stumped. Frustration was building inside you. It was probably time for a break and another sip of coffee is what you needed. You buried your head in the palm of one hand, while the other reached for your coffee. Only for you to misjudge the distance of where your coffee was and you tipped it over, spilling it all over you and the person sitting next to you. Panic rose in you and you quickly picked the cup up to prevent even more liquid from pouring out, but it was already too late. The coffee had already gotten on the person next to you. Forget that it was all over yourself and partially your laptop. It was horrifying that you got someone else dirty from your mistake.
“Shit, I’m so sorry about that! Are you okay?” you asked the ‘stranger’, quickly trying to find something to clean them up with.
“I’m all good,” he reassured you. His voice made you freeze. It couldn’t be… You carefully glanced up, praying that it wasn’t who you thought it was. But you were always wrong. Kirishima had gladly taken the napkins you had given him to clean himself up. The coffee had gotten all over his pants. It was going to take more than just a couple napkins to clean this mess up. But you were too caught up in the fact that Kirishima had appeared in front of you once again. You didn’t get the chance to clean yourself up or your belongings. You just packed up everything you had and tried to bolt out of there, had it not been for your old classmate to stop you.
“Wait!” he called out to you, grabbing you by the arm again. Realizing what he had done and knowing that you did not like that yesterday, he quickly let go.
“Sorry… I know you don’t like that,” he apologized right after. But you did stop this time. You let out a sigh and turned right back around.
“You’re just going to leave?” he asks.
“I already said sorry,” you pointed out, a hint of annoyance can be heard in your voice.
“You’re upset,” he states. Like it wasn’t obvious today and yesterday. You didn’t stop to make small talk. Moreover, talk about what his best friend did to you that still haunts you to this day.
“What do you want, Kirishima?” you got cut straight to the chase. There had to be a reason why he was basically stalking you. Even if there was a justifiable reason, you were going to tell him what it was. To leave you alone. There was no need for your paths to cross again. For Kirishima, he couldn’t let this opportunity pass him by. When were you going to willingly talk to him again?
“Another coffee?” he made up some bullshit excuse. You raised a suspicious brow at him and looked over his shoulder to see a cup full of coffee that hasn’t been touched yet.
“You already have one,” you said.
“Well I could use another one already,” he shrugged. You weren’t sure. You felt bad that you had spilled your drink on him but at the same time, having to spend more time with him was not on your plans today. Kirishima could see the confliction in your eyes, so he had to push it another level.
“Come on, it's the least you could do after spilling coffee on me,” he tried to guilt trip you, and it worked. It was the least you could do. And then after this, no more contact with him. That was supposed to be the plan.
After the coffee shop, that was supposed to be it. But he kept showing up everywhere you went. The grocery store, the shopping center, in random places on the streets, even in different coffee shops! You could not escape this persistent man whom you wanted no contact with. But Kirishima did keep his distance. Whenever you made eye contact, he would always give you the most gentle smile, waving here and there, but never approaches you. You wouldn’t wave or smile back. The most you would do is probably acknowledge him, but most, if not all the time, you would simply look at him and walk away.
Kirishima knew better than to push your buttons. Even in high school, you gave off a cold demeanor. But he knew that there was a softer side to you. Because he’s seen it when you were together with his hot-headed friend. And he’s seen it firsthand, when you were always so sweet to him. If he approached you knowing that you weren’t interested, he knew he would find himself at the bottom of the sea. He didn’t want to go looking for trouble, so he became friendly from a distance. He didn’t want to ignore you because you were ignoring him. He wanted to let you know that he was not the person you should be afraid of. He would only approach you if he knew you were ready.
Today was an off day for Kirishima. Usually, he would wake up bright and early in the morning, head straight to the office, get some paperwork done he couldn’t finish the day before, go get his morning coffee, bump into you coincidentally, and finally be on his way to continue his mission. Ever since the morning, his whole routine has been thrown off. He woke up way later than he was supposed to. The sun was already rising, meaning that he was hella late and was going to get chewed out at the office. Expected. And then, he was so concentrated on his work that he didn’t realize that it was time for his daily coffee. Actually past the time he normally goes. You should already be at the coffee shop. But by the time he gets there, would have left already? He would have to try. So there he was, sprinting for the usual coffee shop, occasionally bumping into strangers while barely spitting out apologies. Would you be at the cafe today? You were there at the same time every day, without fail. But you wouldn’t stay for longer than you needed to. Always in and out, busy for the day and no time to linger. So it was his surprise to see you sitting down at one of the solo tables, casually sipping your coffee and… was he seeing wrong? Was he just imagining it? You were sipping your coffee with wandering eyes, as if you were looking for something. Or someone? Were you looking for him? He watched your movements for a bit, and sure enough, you were searching for someone. Often looking behind your shoulder, out the window, watching the passerbyers, and even when the bell rings every time someone opens the door. And the look of disappointment was so evident on your face when you see that the person you were looking for is not walking through that door. Was this a sign?
Kirishima straightened himself out and made his way through the door. The sound of the tiny bell rang throughout the local shop. He tried his best not to look at you, make it look like he was casually stopping by, but it was no use. The minute he walked through that door, you both made eye contact and he knew he had broken through to you when he saw you look away in embarrassment, pretending that you hadn’t been waiting for him.
He was quick to get his coffee and popped a squat right next to you, getting comfy. You both sat quietly as you sipped your coffees. It didn’t look like you were going to speak up soon, so Kirishima took the liberty in starting the conversation.
“How’s your coffee?” he starts out.
“Good,” you mutter.
“What did you get?” he’s curious. You didn’t answer him. Instead, you turn your cup around to show him the tag of your drink. Classic (y/n) getting the same, old drink.
“Aren’t going to spill it on me this time, are you?” he teases.
“It was an accident and you know it,” you defended yourself.
“How was I supposed to know? How do I know you’re not out to get me?” he continues to tease but his words was not teasing to you. Was he referring to what happened in the past? Did he think that you were out to get him? For revenge? His teasing darkened the mood, making you feel bad and insecure about yourself.
“Am I really a threat to you?” you asked seriously, but almost in a whisper. Kirishima quickly noticed the change in mood. He stopped his teasing tactics and became serious.
“No.” he was stern in his answer. “No, you were the sweetest to me back in high school. Probably one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever met.”
“One of them,” you couldn’t help mumble after hearing his choice of words. Making it seem like he was just saying to be nice and that his statement wasn’t actually true.
“Then the sweetest girl I’ve ever met,” he changed his statement. Because it was true. You never failed to reassure him and make him feel good about himself. All throughout high school, even when everyone was picking on him for something stupid, you were there to fend for him. Every time you passed, you never failed to give him a smile, along with a few words of positivity. You were, as some would say, a pocket of sunshine. How could you have ever dated his best friend when he was basically the opposite of you. Now look at you. Where was that smile you carried everywhere you went?
Silence.
“How you been (y/n)?” he asked with utmost sincerity. He genuinely wanted to know.
“Fine,” you kept it short.
“Work?”
“Boring.” Kirishima chuckles. You wanted to stop responding. You wanted to seem like you didn’t want to talk to him. But for every question, you kept finding yourself answering, no matter how much you tried not to.
“You?” you finally ask Kirishima a question which surprised him at first.
“What about me?” he tries to get more out of you. You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling somewhat embarrassed now.
“How’s work?” you managed to get out.
“Slow,” he responded truthfully.
“Is that why you’re in town?” you were always curious on why he was here, out of all places. A small town where there’s absolutely nothing here. Especially compared to the big city he was living in, there really should be no reason for him to visit a town like this.
“Mm, there’s a mission I have to do here. But can’t tell you about it,” he jokes.
“Oh, secretive,” you actually managed to joke back. You didn’t think you had it in you, but somehow it just slipped out.
“But I can tell you that I’m glad I came on this mission,” he says.
“Why’s that?” you asked but you now you were afraid of what he was going to say.
“Because I got to see you again,” Kirishima confesses. And that was the answer you didn’t want him to say. “I’m really glad I met you here.”
“Kirishima…” you began.
“Let’s be friends,” he insists, cutting you off.
“You know I can’t do that,” you say practically like you were giving up. “I’ll be honest, it was nice seeing a familiar face, but I think I’d rather not be friends.”
“Why?” he just couldn’t understand or wrap his head around it.
“Do we really need to talk about this?”
“Yes, because I don’t know what I did for you to be this upset at me that we can’t be friends. We had some good times back in high school.”
“Maybe for you,” you said bitterly.
“Look, is it because of…”
“I don’t want to talk about it. It’s just best that we are not friends. We can say hi passing, but that’s it. Okay?” you laid down the ground rules. But that didn’t discourage Kirishima one bit.
“Alright. We don’t have to be friends. But every time I see you, I will be coming up to you to say hi. That’s alright, right?” Kirishima found a loophole. You wanted to shrink yourself because that’s not technically what you meant, but it’s not like you could go back on your word now.
“Well…” you tried to counter argue but Kirishima cut you off again.
“You did say that I could come up to you in passing,” he reiterated your words. So you said, fine. You allowed him to say hi to you if you two crossed paths. But that was quite often.
You two didn’t just see each other at the coffee shop. It was the grocery store. It was around town. It was in some places unexpected. It was an everyday occurrence. And because it was an everyday occurrence, you became more and more comfortable around his presence. You opened up more, talked to him more, smiled more. Seeing him didn’t feel so awful anymore. But even then, you were reluctant to call yourselves friends.
If you were out, letting him meet some of your friends, you would always introduce him as ‘Kirishima’. Nothing more, nothing less. Because even if you were friendly with each other, you don’t know if you would call him your friend just yet. Could you fully trust him after that high school tragedy? There was nothing he did that you could make you not trust him, but there was always something in the back of your mind that made you wait to wait a little longer. But Kirishima, on the other hand, always introduced you as his friend.
“I’m not your friend,” you would whisper to him when no one else was paying attention.
“But you are my friend. So, it’s not like I’m lying,” he simply shrugs it off and continues to jump in his friend’s conversations.
It took quite a bit of time. 2 years exactly. For you to finally accept that you two were friends. You were okay with the fact that someone from your past was back in your life. Kirishima couldn’t hide his excitement when he heard the good news of getting out of the stranger zone. Now he had another goal to hit: getting out of the friend zone.
Kirishima learned one important lesson over these couple of years trying to get you to be friends with him. And that was: his crush for you never left him. Trying to win you over as a friend made his crush for you grow even larger. Now he needed to win you over in a different way. And he tried many a things, making it pretty known to everyone around you that he likes you. He couldn't be more obvious.
When you meet up for your daily coffee run, he’s already there, your coffee already bought and ready for you to drink as soon as you get there. You don’t get sick often, but when you do and Kirishima hears about this, he is immediately on his way to take care of you. He’ll bring blankets, snacks and medicine to help you fight back against your illness. You’d always protest that you were okay, but when he hears that nasty cough, he’s pushing his way through and forcing you to take a rest on your bed. Then, he’d pull up one of your comfort movies and watch along side you in the chair right next to your bed, giving you all the space you needed. And he did everything without a single complaint. It was also a regular thing for him to comment how good you looked.
“Looking good today, (y/n)!”
“Wow! You look so pretty, (y/n)!”
“Hey pretty lady! How we doing today?”
“Did you do something different with your hair today? Because you look stunning.”
“You have the cutest smile, you know that?”
His comments always got you embarrassed. Because he would even say that in public where there’s several people around you and it was always so loud, too. So then, people would be looking in your direction, laughing and gushing at how cute you guys were as a couple. And every time, you’d have to let them know that you guys were not a couple and definitely not dating. But Kirishima wished it was something more.
“See? Everyone thinks we are cute together! Let’s date,” he would try. His tone would be very joking to you, but that’s his nerves getting the best of him. So, of course you don’t take him seriously.
“No, thank you,” you would shut him down. But he’d keep on trying, every time with failure. There would be some days where he would think he was making progress, only to be shut down once again.
Kirishima wouldn’t let this bit go. In fact, it went on for another year or so of constantly asking you out on a date or asking you to be his girlfriend. You couldn’t understand it. You thought he was doing it at first just to be funny. But this was happening so consistently, so frequently, so much so that it became a daily thing and now you couldn’t help but think he was being serious. You? Out of all people? He would want to be with you? And like you? Didn’t he see how your relationship in high school worked out? Doesn’t he remember what you did? You had to get to the bottom of this. You confronted him when he showed up at your apartment, leaning against the door frame with arms folded across your chest.
“Why do you want me to be your girlfriend so much?” you finally asked the long awaited question. It caught him off guard but answered it nonetheless.
“Because I like you. Isn’t that obvious?” he said it so nonchalantly.
“No, it is. But… I don’t understand how you could like someone like me,” you say.
“Well, first off, let me in please,” he grabbed you gently by the shoulders and shimmied his way past you and into your apartment.
“You are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever met. You are the kindest, the sweetest, the funniest, the more charismatic person I know. How could I not fall for you?” he stated, falling down onto your couch and making himself at home. You followed him, sitting right next to him. You were silent because you didn’t know how to accept it.
“And, well. I never really stopped liking you, after high school.” he continued.
“What do you mean?” you became confused. Never stopped? He’s liked you before?
“I liked you way before him. He just got to you before I could.”
“And you still liked me… even after you found out what happened?”
“(y/n),” Kirishima knew where you were going with this.
“I cheated on him. Did you forget that? Are you still going to like me even after you know that I’m a cheater?” you accused yourself, feeling choked up. You tried your best to hold it in, pressing your lips together in a pout. But tears weld in your eyes and your brows kept frowning. You stared intensely at the red-head in front of you to prevent the tears from spilling.
“I know you didn’t do it,” he tried to comfort you.
“If you knew, then why didn’t you do anything?” you raised your voice, violently wiping the tears away. “Everyone turned on me. Everyone made me into a villain. But I didn’t do it… I was framed. I just didn’t know how to prove it then.” you cried into your hands.
Your life was so perfect. Your boyfriend was one of the toughest guys in the school, you had a great group of friends, you were passing with flying colors. You were living your life to the fullest. Then, all of a sudden, your life came crashing down on you. You no longer had a boyfriend, you no longer had that supportive group, you no longer had the best life. All because of some baseless rumor that everyone believed. No one wanted to hear you out. You thought you were friends with everyone. So, you had no idea what you did to piss someone off for them to create this rumor that you were cheating. But they did a pretty damn good job of ruining your life. Because after everyone had turned their backs on you, you were left with no one. You eventually left before graduation and finished high school somewhere else. You cut off everyone from high school out of your life and tried your best to forget anything about high school. You were doing a good job of it, until someone just had to come back into your life.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t do anything.” Kirishima apologized. You knew he was sorry. Honestly, what could he have done back then? Maybe if you were in his shoes, you would have done the same thing. But because it was happening to you and no one was on your side, it hurt.
“That’s why I didn’t want to see you. Because I was so mad at everyone for not even hearing me out. No one heard my side of the story.” you had never told anyone this. You poured your heart out, finally speaking out about this out loud for the first time. Now someone was hearing your side of the story, you were going to say everything you wanted.
“I thought you just needed space,” he said. It was true that he was surprised when he heard the rumor of you cheating on his best friend. He was one of the last people to know and everyone was already chatting and gossiping. He heard there was proof, that there were pictures showing that you were not innocent. His best friend was heated like he’s never seen before. Everything was happening so much at once, he didn’t know what to do. Did he want to talk to you? Of course he did. But in the mornings, you were always the last one in class to avoid the gossiping. During breaks, you always ran and hid in the bathroom. As soon as the bell rang at the end of the day, you bolted out of there. There was no time to approach because you didn’t give anybody a chance to talk to you. Hearing Kirishima’s response, you suddenly became angry.
“I needed someone to believe me! I needed someone to be by my side, but you all turned against me!” you shouted, not caring if hot tears were streaming down your face. The one thing you wanted the most was for someone, anyone to believe you. But no one gave you that.
“(y/n), you don’t need to give me proof. If you said you didn’t do it, I’ll believe in you. If you said you were framed, I’ll be on your side. I’ll defend you till the day I die. If you think you have no one, you have me.” Kirishima smacked his chest, giving you some reassurance that now someone was on your side.
“Thanks, but it’s a little too late for that now. That’s why I said in the beginning that I didn’t want to be friends. Truthfully, I didn’t want to be associated with you at all because even though it was so long ago, I never got over those feelings of betrayal. It hurt so bad…” your voice cracked. “And now I don’t know what to do because my mind is telling me to keep my distance but I like you too much.” you suddenly confessed.
“Wait, you like me?” Kirishima’s heart skipped a beat, but he had conflicted feelings. His heart hurt for you, seeing you break down like this, but there was another part of him that was starting to get giddy from your sudden confession.You didn’t respond, only wiping your eyes.
“Then let me stay by your side. Let me support you. If it takes years for you to trust me, I’ll wait that long. You don’t have to go through this alone,” he tells you.
“What if it takes forever?” you became sad and guilty. It’s not like you were purposely trying to lead him on. You just didn’t know if you could commit to a relationship given the situation.
“Then I’ll wait that long. Trust me. If I can wait for you for 10 years, I can wait a little more.”
And it did take you a while to really put all your trust in him. You weren’t sure if it was because you were stubborn or if you truly thought this relationship wasn’t going to work out. But for more years to come, he would ask you out and you kept saying no. For some reason, the constant rejection never scared Kirishima away. It only made him more determined.
It only took 3 years of constant flirting and courting and romantic gestures for you to finally say yes.
“But there needs to be some ground rules,” you say quickly before Kirishima smushes you in a bear hug. “You’re a public figure, right?”
“Not the biggest, but you could say that. Why? Nervous to get all the attention?” he teases, grabbing your hand and pulling you into him softly. He embraces you in his arms while moving the tiny hairs out of your face.
“That’s the thing, I don’t want any attention. Can we be lowkey about this? Because I know you’re still friends with people from high school and now that we are… you know. I know they are your friends but I don’t really want them knowing and I don’t want it be weird and all, especially since your best friend is my ex,” you asked for a rather big favor. But Kirishima was completely fine with it.
“Oh, a secret relationship, huh?” he teased to lighten up the mood but you didn’t laugh at his humor.
“Eijirou, I’m being serious,” you say.
“Yeah, we can do that, no problem,” he says now matching your tone, but still smitten with how you were his now. “Now that you’ve had your chance, it’s my turn to ask you a serious question.” Oh? You tilted your head in interest, your eyes full of curiosity. It just made Kirishima want to cup your face and leave you the sloppiest kiss. But he shall refrain from now.
“Move back to the city with me,” he said. That took you by surprise.
“All of a sudden?”
“Well my mission here is done.,” That’s right! The whole reason why he was here in the first place was because he was sent here on a mission. That was so long ago and it only now finished?
“Oh my god, I forgot all about that! That took such a long time!” you exclaimed. Kirishima blushed sheepishly.
“To tell you the truth, that mission finished years ago.”
“Years?!” you couldn’t believe your ears, leaning back and grabbing a hold of his shoulders to get a better look at him. You had such a shocked expression but Kirishima only blinked back at you cluelessly.
“Mm, it didn’t take me long to find those villains,” he put a fist up.
“If it finished so long ago, then why are you still here? Shouldn’t you have gone back by now?” you asked.
“I stayed for you,” he confessed, making your expression go soft. “I begged my agency to let me stay here for as long as I can. But now, I’ve been called back for another mission so I kind of have to move back. But I want you to come with me,” he insisted. But you felt a sudden panic rise in your chest. Moving to the city means a bigger chance of you bumping into those people. You didn’t know if you wanted to take the risk.
“Eijirou, I don’t know…” you hesitated.
“Are you worried about bumping into them?” Kirishima asked, his voice turning soft as if careful not to scare you anymore with his loud voice. You nodded your head.
“I’ll make sure they’ll never be around you,” he promised.
“But I don’t want to feel like you have to separate yourself from your friends. I don’t want to ruin your friendships,” you said, feeling so guilty. You didn’t want to be that girlfriend. The one who makes their boyfriend give up all their friends to be with you. That wasn’t fair.
“You won’t be. But I’ll keep a good eye out for you. If I know they are in the area, I’ll let you know so you can avoid them. I won’t force you to go out either, so you can stay home all day if you want,” he proposed.
“It does sound tempting… are you implying that I should be a stay at home girlfriend?” you teased.
“I am not forcing you to do anything,” he calmly responded, bringing you closer to him and leaned his forehead against yours which caused you to blush violently.
“Fine. But if I’m moving back with you to the city, we can’t be doing any of this,” you pointed with your fingers at how much skinship you two were showing.
“But we aren’t in public, are we? I can do this as much as I want, right?” he smirked and you couldn’t hide your smile.
“Yes…” you shyly say.
“Good. You better get used to it because I’m never letting you go now.”
You wished he was joking, but he was oh so serious. He kept his promise ever since moving back to the city. There was absolutely no form of PDA in the streets, but you were all cuddly in the sheets. When you were out together, it was almost as if you two didn’t know each other. There was no hand holding, there was no kissing, no hugging. There was barely any touching. But as soon as you got home from your outings, Kirishima was tackling you with all the love he had kept inside him. And even though you were to be kept a secret, everyone knew that Kirishima was taken.
“Oi, Kirishima! Let’s go drinking after patrol!” Denki would call out, inviting his friend to catch up after being ghosted. Denki, Sero, Mina and Bakugou were all gathered at the entrance of the Hero Agency Building, waiting for Kirishima to catch up with them.
“Sorry! My girl is cooking dinner tonight!” Kirishima apologized and his friends couldn’t get another word in before he was off running in the distance to get home to you. His friends looked at each other bewildered.
“Did he just say ‘my girl’?” Mina was too much in shock.
“Maybe it’s his mom,” Denki suggested. That just earned him a smack in the back of the head.
“And why wouldn’t he say ‘mom’ instead of ‘his girl’?” Mina tried to knock some sense into him.
“People have their preferences,” Denki tried to defend himself. But Mina just couldn’t believe that she was still friends with someone this stupid. Sero and Denki continued on about how it must be nice to be in a relationship. Bakugou gruffed and watched his friend disappear into the distance.
“Shitty hair has a woman now, huh?” Bakugou talked to himself. He kept that note in the back of his head and walked caught up with the friend group.
Kirishima loves making it known that he is taken and in love. My girl this, my girl that. If it had anything related to you, he would be boasting about you for hours.
“Nice tie! Where did you get it?”
“My girl bought it for me.”
“What you doing this weekend?”
“It’s my girl’s birthday. I’m taking her on a surprise trip.”
“Oi, who you buying flowers for?”
“My girlfriend. She’s been feeling a little down. Hope this cheers her up.”
And when the sacred question is asked of who his beloved girlfriend is, Kirishima would never tell. No one has to know that you were his. But he did make it a point to make sure that you knew who you belonged to behind closed doors.
Kirishima knew he was doing a good job when you screamed his name with every thrust of his hips. Hands clutching the sheets, toes curled in delight, mouth agape with drool coming out the side. Kirishima couldn’t think of a better sight. He was for sure. But it took you quite a while to get used to his size. Your first time was so inexperienced but so special.
Given that your boyfriend was a bigger guy, you were expecting him to be big. God, he was much, much bigger than you were anticipating. The length, the girth. You weren’t sure how he was going to fit, especially with him being your first time. But Kirishima made sure to prep you real well. He knew this was going to be a challenge for you. You were anything but dry down there. And even though you felt so fucking good and so horny, you weren’t sure if his cock really could fit. Sure, his fingers were long and thick already, but his fingers can’t compare to his size. Kirishima lined himself up with your entrance, ready to enter you, but you grabbed onto his forearms and squeezed tightly.
“Ei, wait!” you shouted for him to stop. Kirishima didn’t move another inch. He listened and waited patiently for you, regardless how badly his cock ached to be inside. You looked up at him with pleading and clouded eyes, your heart racing at the speed of light. “What if it doesn't fit?” you questioned. Kirishima cupped your face and placed a chaste kiss on your lips.
“We’ll go slow, baby. You want it, don’t you?” he whispered in your ear. You bit your lip and eagerly nodded your head. Kirishima took his time placed small, wet kisses down the side of your face all the way down your neck.
“Let me hear you say it. You want it, don’t you?” he asked again, his voice a little rougher this time. He teased your arousal by rubbing the tip of his red, aching cock just at the entrance, so you could feel how eager he was. You gasped even louder when now all you could feel was his long length rubbing against you.
“Ah~! Fuck! Yes! Yes, I want you so bad!” you begged. Kirishima smirked in the crook of your neck and slowly, painfully and agonizingly slow, entered you.
The rest was history.
Your first time was definitely new and scary. You never thought pain could hurt so good, and it only made you crave it even more. And when you experienced an orgasm for the first time… it had you seeing stars. The moment was so short. You just wanted to feel that again and again and again. But everything had to move slowly. The first few months were both of your trying different things, seeing what you both liked and didn’t like in bed. And in the beginning, you were so shy. You thought it was embarrassing that you were so horny all the time, not knowing that that feeling is normal. So you never asked for it directly. You waited until the mood was right and romantic, or when he was making the move.
Little did you know, Kirishima loved it when you gave subtle hints to show him that you were in the mood. It let him know that you were equally as horny and bothered as he was. But he loved it even more to see you being more comfortable and confident in your own body. So of course, he has to please his pretty princess because you deserve everything in the world. He will drop everything and anything to come devour your pussy or feel you clench around him. Kirishima even left in the middle of patrol when he got your needy text one time.
No matter how many times you ask for it, or how long you want it, Kirishima obliges without question. But you came to a realization that you never got the chance to please him in return. So when Kirishima has your legs wrapped around his waist, pinned against the door and smashing his lips against yours, that’s when you decided it was time.
The Pro-Hero’s hands were anything but polite, roaming every inch of your body, no corner left untouched. You were his, all his, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more of you, if that was even possible. He goes to kiss your neck and chest, leaving red marks here and there.
“Fuuuck, I wanna taste you so bad,” he groans, pushing you down on his erection, all the while thrusting his hips up to meet you in the middle. That shot an electric shock right to your pussy, making you crave him even more. You threw your head back against the door, gripping onto locks of his crimson, red hair.
“Gonna ride my face?” he asks. He waits for your answer, sucking on your supple skin, only imagining something else in his mouth. Your cheeks heated up as you tried to cover your face.
“Too shy…” you managed to mumble.
“You can do it, princess. You wanna cum?” he taunted you.
“Cum~...” you practically drooled at the thought. Kiri smirked. He knew your weak spot.
“Yeah?” he sweetly asks you. God, that fucking voice. “Yeah? You wanna cum on my face, princess?” you bit your lip and nodded your head like your life depended on you.
“Yes! Yes! Ei, Wanna cum~” you pleaded, rolling your hips to add some friction to your aching and sore core. He didn’t need to hear another word. He carried you from the door, back to the bedroom where he gently laid you down on the bed. Careful not to ruin the mood, Kirishima’s lips never left your body, not even for a single moment. If they did happen to detach, he was quick to find your body again but perhaps reattach at a different part of your body. Since your whole body needs loving. They deserved as much attention as your lovely lips.
So he kisses down your neck.
“Ei,” you say his name breathlessly, trying to get his attention. But it was ignored as he kisses down to the mounds of your breasts.
“Ei,” you try again, but this time louder. But he was so distracted and you felt so good that maybe your voice got caught in your throat.
“Eiji!” you try yet again when he got to your stomach. But to no avail.
“Eijirou!” you finally got his attention. You looked down, eyes clouded with lust. He’s right above your sweet spot, ready to pull your shorts off but now his face is not hungry for you. Instead, he became worried because you never say his full name during sex.
“(y/n), what’s wrong?” he asks. Your cheeks heat up once again, embarrassed that you might have ruined the mood.
“Uhm,” you start out but you weren’t exactly sure how you wanted to phrase that you wanted to suck his dick this time. Kirishima could see the hesitation in your eyes. He removed himself from your bottom half and climbed on top of you, but careful not to lay on you.
“Sorry, was I too much? Are you uncomfortable? Should I stop?” he asks, scared that he said or did something that you weren’t a fan of. But actually, it was quite the opposite.
“I think I just want to do something else,” you whispered.
“Okay! Yeah, we can do that babe. What do you want to do?” he asks. You bit your lip and prepared yourself. Kirishima waited patiently for you to decide. No matter how badly you wanted to say it, something in you, was it the embarrassment? You weren’t sure. But something inside of you is preventing you from saying your thoughts aloud. Maybe actions will speak louder than words. You let your hand do the talking. You moved your hand to the waistband of his shorts and pulled on them. He looked down at where you were grabbing and he thinks he got the hint.
“You want to just have regular sex, baby?” he questions. No, no, that’s not what you wanted. You shook your head and continued to pull on his waistband. Kirishima was becoming confused. It’s not like he could read your mind. If he had that quirk, that would be so much easier to know what you wanted from him in this moment. You gave him one last puppy dog look and a sudden thought came to him.
“Don’t tell me…” he trails off. There was no way. His pretty, innocent girlfriend wants to do something so dirty as to suck his cock? “... you want to suck it?” Given your reaction, he hit it right on the money.
“Why did you say it like that?” you became even more embarrassed than you already were, fully covering your heated face. Kirishima laughed a hearty laugh, trying to uncover your face.
“I was just so surprised! Baby! There’s nothing to be embarrassed about!” He encouraged you. He took your arms and pinned them behind your head.
“Now then,” his voice went back to its sultry form. “Princess wants to suck my cock, hm?”
“Yes, please,” you whispered. Kirishima grabbed your waist and flipped the both of you around so that he was laying down on the bed and you were on top of him. His shirt was long gone and was already in the process of pulling down his shorts and underwear. His cock sprang free from the elastic shorts, hitting his lower stomach in the process.
Kirishima never had a hard time getting an erection. In fact, it was a little too easy for him. Anything you do, it could be from basic chores around the house or when you were purposely trying to seduce him, he would get hard. Even from the slightest touch from you. It’s not like you never wanted to give him a blowjob. But because he never had a hard time getting it up, he would only focus on making sure you were getting all the pleasure. So this was your first time seeing his cock so close up.
It smelled like him, maybe a little mustier with a mix of sweat and cologne. His length was impressive as always and when you wrapped your hand around his warm cock, you found out that you could barely touch your fingers together. He was darker than you were expecting, the tip being a bright red and precum dripping all the way down his length. It looked like it wanted to be cleaned up. So you stuck your tongue out, licking the salty liquid from the base up. The softness of your tongue making contact with him made Kirishima let out a loud moan, getting more comfortable in the sheets.
“Fuck,” he breathed out. Your pussy already does wonders for him, but seeing your innocent mouth wrap around his dirty cock was a wonderfully different feeling. You tried to fit as much of him as you could, but his length wouldn’t allow you to swallow him whole. With the remaining length, you wrapped your hand around it while you tried your best at giving him a blowjob. You didn’t know what the hell you were doing. All you saw from those porn videos was that they could fit the biggest dicks in their mouth with no problem. But you couldn’t. Were you doing something wrong? So you tried again, going down and fitting as much of his cock as you could in your mouth, but with the tip hitting the back of your throat and you basically gagging, you felt discouraged.
“I can’t do it,” you whined, releasing him from your mouth to get some air. All the while, spit and drool was still connected from your mouth to his dick. Kirishima barely managed to open his eyes, feeling so much ecstasy but he needed to get his mind together for you.
“Can’t do what, baby?” he asks.
“I can’t deepthroat,” you said with a pout, almost in tears. How were you going to make him feel good if you couldn’t even deepthroat?
“You don’t have to do that, babe,” Kirishima tried letting you know. But you got confused. What does he mean that you didn’t have to?
“But, isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?” you asked. Kirishima let out a low chuckle and flashed you a reassuring smile.
“(y/n), what you’re doing now is perfect,” he said, grabbing your arm and motioned for you to come up.
“Are you sure? You want me to keep going?” you kept asking, feeling doubtful. You moved up to come face to face with your boyfriend and he cupped your face, giving you encouraging kisses.
“Can’t you see my cock pulsing right now. I very much want your mouth on me,” he whispered those dirty words in your ear. You looked down. And it was true. His cock was standing proudly, twitching, aching for you to touch him again.
So you continue sucking him off, bobbing your head up and down slowly. Kirishima closed his eyes again, the feeling of your wet mouth was getting him overwhelmed. Every time you went a little deeper or your tongue would brush past a vein or when you would moan and the vibrations added even more sensation, he would moan and groan even louder in response.You were doing a good job, great even. He didn’t want to scare you into anything since this was your first time doing something like this. He was trying so hard, using the tiniest ounce of respect he had left, to not push your head down on his cock. He wanted to pull your hair back, having his fists full of your hair and thrust into your mouth while you’re sucking him off. That would scare you off though. Kirishima had to opt to gripping the headboard behind him, trying so, so hard not to make any harsh movements.
Fuck, you were going at such a good pace, too that it was so hard for him. It was hard to resist you, even when he was watching your pretty lips suck his large cock, sucking him just like a lollipop. You must have known his tip was sensitive, because you loved to tease him at just the tip. Teasing and messing around with the angry, red tip with your tongue and then swallowing him whole again. It made Kirishima breathless each time. He wanted you to go at your own pace, to take your time and do what you think feels best, but god, he didn’t know how long he could take such agony. All he could do was watch you suck him off, moan and groan your name with passion. He was holding back so much, he was damn near close to tears.
“Am I doing okay?” you came up for air and wanted to check on your progress.
“Yes! Fuck! Yes!” Kirishima exclaimed with a strained voice, a little too enthusiastically and urges you back down on his cock. “Come on, keep sucking my cock, just like that.” You were only worried because he was making such strange noises that he’s never made before and you thought that maybe you weren’t doing a good job. But the little surprise in your mouth made you think differently.
Sex became a regular thing for you. As it should be. You guys were a couple! It was normal and healthy for couples to have sex frequently. There were times when you had spontaneous sex. Like at the time after the gym. It was your first time going together as a couple. Now you wouldn’t consider yourself a gym girl or even liked working out, but Kirishima was a gym rat. If he wasn’t with you or at the agency, he was at the gym. He had to if he wanted to keep up that gorgeous physique of his. Regardless, he loved the gym. And you wanted to experience something that he loved, even if it was just once. When you told him that you wanted to join him on one of his sessions, he was over the moon.
You were standing in the living room, shyly wearing the workout outfit you had just bought. You had on tight leggings that accentuated all the curves of your ass and a crop top that wasn’t as tight, actually loosely fitted. But if you put your arms above your head, your sports bra would for sure show. Kirishima’s mouth hung open and the gym bag that was hung over his shoulders was now on the floor.
“You wanna come with me to the gym?” he asked, making sure that he wasn’t just imagining things.
“Is that okay?” you asked.
“More than okay!” he said happily.
“And is this outfit appropriate? Do girls wear this?” you were concerned, looking down at what you were wearing.
“Even if it wasn’t, I’d punch anybody who says differently,” he reassured you.
And so, your boyfriend showed you around the gym. Everything was so overwhelming, you didn’t know where to start. There was a whole room for just cardio related stuff. And then there was the weight room where Kirishima spends all his time.
“You can go upstairs and do cardio if the weight room is too intimidating for you,” he told you. You looked past him at the guys lifting the heavy weights. There weren’t many people in the gym at this time. But to the people who were here, they were all so buff. They all looked like they knew what they were doing. And it was intimidating as fuck. But you didn’t want to be separated from him.
“I can just follow you,” you decided. Kirishima gave you a smile.
“It is your first time. You can just follow my routine. We’ll just use little to no weights, okay babe?” you nodded and silently followed him into the weight room.
Kirishima didn’t realize what he was getting himself into when bringing you to the gym. He thought it was going to be a fun time, sharing a hobby that he loved with you. It was supposed to be a bonding experience together. Not a horny experience.
You really meant no harm. But Kirishima was losing his patience every time you were bending down in front of him. Sure, he was looking down at your ass every now and then, because those leggings were doing wonders for you. But damn. It’s like you were doing this on purpose, to make him all hot and bothered and needy. He wasn’t able to focus on his workout because all he was paying attention to was your body. His eyes became dark when it was your turn to lift the weights.
Kirishima waited from behind as you grabbed the smallest weights and got into position. But Kiri let out a shaky breath and stared at your ass when you bent down to pick up those weights. And when you arched your back, it was like you wanted him to take you right there and then. Like you were inviting him to rip those poor leggings open and devour you in front of all these people. Thank god he was wearing compression shorts because everyone, including you, could see what you were doing to him. As soon as you got home, Kirishima wasted no time in stripping you naked and got to business.
Though, the spontaneous sex was fun, you would always love the romantic sex. There was always so much passion and so much love. Like when Kiri came home from work, super exhausted and dirty from a villain fight. Thankfully, he didn’t have too many scratches or wounds, but all he wanted when he got home was to just be by your side. You knew Kirishima loved this job. But you couldn’t help but gasp every time he walked through those doors.
“Ei, baby! You okay?” you immediately cradled him in your arms, his head resting on your shoulders. His body was black with dirt and he wasn’t his usual cheerful self. This fight must have really gotten to him.
“Did you win, my love?” you patted his back tenderly, trying to lighten the mood. That got you a chuckle.
“Always,” he responded. You smiled.
“Let me run a bath for you,” you whisper and Kirishima released you.
Intimate moments like this are what you loved the moment. Kirishima sitting in the tub, too exhausted to clean himself, so you offered. You cleaned and washed his hair, getting off all the gel in his hair so that it was now at its natural state. You scrubbed the dirt and grime off his body, but not too harshly in case there were other wounds you couldn’t see. And Kirishima laid in the warm water, back against the tub and arms out to the side, relaxed at your gentle touch.
“Thank you, (y/n),” Kiri genuinely thanked you. You hugged his neck from behind and kissed him on the cheek.
“It’s the least I can do, baby. Your job is tough enough as it is, let me take care of you,” you said, sweetly. Your pampering wasn’t done when he was squeaky clean. Since he was sitting in hot water and his muscles were relaxed, you surprised him with a massage, starting with his shoulders. Kiri leaned even more into you, if that was even possible. You worked his shoulders, down his arms and to his chest. You happened to take a quick glance and it looks like someone is hard. You smirked, kissing his cheek. Then down his neck. Kiri moved his head so you could get better access. You continued to kiss down, sliding your hands down his chest, then to his abs and finally, to the place where he needs the most release.
You gripped his cock in your hands, ever so slowly moving your hand up and down. You were in no rush, taking your time feeling his cock get even harder in your hand. Kirishima groaned and tried rutting his hips into your hands, but you let go.
“Fuck, why’d you let go,” he groaned in his husky voice.
“Like I said, let me take care of you,” you kissed his cheek. When you knew that he wouldn’t try another trick again, you got back to it. Slowly jerking him off, allowing the feeling in the pit of his stomach build in an agonizingly slow pace. It wasn’t helping Kiri either that the combination of your hand and your kisses were driving him insane. It was too slow and Kirishima was too impatient. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into the tub with him. You screamed at the sudden action and before you realized it, you were straddling him in the tub.
“Eijirou!” You screamed at him. He only gave you a cheeky look. “Look what you did! I’m all wet now!” you complained.
“Looks like we have to get these clothes off ya now,” his eyes turn lustful.
“You are so bad!” you say as he leans in and captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
“Take your shirt off,” he demands, momentarily breaking your kiss. You don’t question him and slide your shirt off over your head. Kirishima repositions you so that you were more comfortable, but that means you were sitting right on his hard on, his tip teasing your aroused entrance. Kirishima may have ruined your romantic gesture, but he made up with it with equally romantic sex … and maybe giving you one of the hardest orgasms you’ve ever had.
Kirishima’s group of friends, for years, does not have a face or even know a name to said girlfriend. They couldn’t understand why it was such a secret. He was always talking about his girlfriend, he would have certainly slipped your name by accident by now. But his lips were sealed. Everyone thought he was lying. But there were times when he would come to work in new hickories or scratches that were very visible given his hero costume. So they, really Mina, took it upon themselves to figure out who Kirishima’s girlfriend was.
It was after work, and these tall, buff, very noticeable heroes were sneaking around town, trying not to get caught. They climbed the building next to Kirishima’s apartment, all the way to the rooftop. Unfortunately, none of their quirks had the ability to have superhuman vision, so they had to go the old fashioned route: binoculars.
“This is fucking stupid,” Bakugou complained, crossing his arms together and actually looking away while the rest of the squad was huddled together. He didn’t know why he came along, but he couldn’t care less about who his friend was dating.
“Come on! You’re telling me you're not a little bit curious on who Kirishima’s dating?” Denki asked.
“Not really,” Bakugou huffed. But the other three were too curious that they resorted to this kind of method to find out.
“Which one is his apartment again?” Mina asked, searching up and down the apartment, looking through all the rooms before finally finding the right one. “Eek! Found him!” Mina exclaimed and that really got the boys' attention, including Bakugou’s. Sero and Denki pressed against Mina, begging her to let them have one look. They only got lucky finding Kirishima because he just so happened to be doing dishes, which were right in front of the window.
“Do you see his girlfriend?” Denki asked.
“What’s he doing?” Sero butt in.
“No. He’s just doing dishes,” Mina said disappointedly and passed the binoculars on to someone else. As both Sero and Denki took turns, it was true. They were disappointed to see no girl anywhere.
“Maybe his girlfriend doesn’t live with him,” Sero pointed out.
“Why didn’t we think of that?” Mina face palmed her forehead.
“I did. You just didn’t want to listen to me,” Bakugou retorted.
“Oi, Bakugou. Want to have a look?” Denki passed him the binoculars.
“And be a stalker? No thanks,” Bakugou declined.
“Come on. You’re already here. Can’t hurt to take one look,” Denki tempted him. Bakugou rolled his eyes and forcefully took the binoculars out of his hands and took a look. He expected to see his fiery red haired friend to do dishes and that was that. But then he saw a familiar looking face come up behind his friend to give him a hug while he was finishing up dishes. Bakugou straightened up and focused in more closely. And the more he paid attention, the more he knew he was right. There was no denying who his girlfriend was. You and Kiri were both laughing, splashing water on each other, looking so happy together. Bakugou clenched the binoculars at the sight. He couldn’t look any longer. He harshly handed Denki the binoculars back and headed for the door.
“I’m leaving,” he said harshly. When Bakugou pushed past Mina, she could see that he was… heartbroken? Mina quickly took the binoculars back and had a look for herself. And when she saw what Bakugou had seen, she tried to reach out for him.
“Wait, Bakugou!” Mina called out. But it was too late. He was already gone.
Sounds of skin slapping and muffled whimpering were echoing all throughout your apartment one morning. Kirishima had you on your stomach, ass in the air, fucking you mercifully from behind as you tried to muffle your noises using a pillow. You were embarrassed on how much you were moaning so you tried not to be too loud. But Kiri didn’t like when you did that. He grabbed a fistful of hair from the base and lifted you up.
“Let me hear that pretty voice,” he demanded in your ear.
“Ei~ji~rou~,” you called out, a strained moan came out with every hard thrust.
“That’s it, baby. Come on. You want to cum again?” Kiri bribed you. Hearts shot through your eyes and drool escaping the side of your mouth.
“Yes!Yes!Yes!Yes!” you chimed, already feeling that magical feeling coursing through your lower region. Thinking that he was going to let you cum again had you so excited that you didn't know what to do. You wanted to hold onto him, any part of him and hold him close as you came, but he was behind you and you couldn’t grab onto him at all. All you had to grip in your hands was the sheets below you.
“Keep saying my name,” Kiri demanded, not slowing down his pace at all. He rested his hands on your ass, giving it a good squeeze and a smack for good luck. He slid his cock in and out of your slick folds, fully pulling out and slamming back into you again. He knew just how you liked it, passionate with a bit of roughness to him. And that move got you seeing stars every time.
“Eijirou~!” you repeated his name over and over again.
“Fuck, (y/n), I’m so close,” he said, closing his eyes and fucked you even faster, trying to reach his own climax.
“Yes, cum in me. Cum in me please,” you begged. He was hitting all the right spots, especially your sweet spot. Where he hit every damn time.
“You’d like that, huh? You want my cum in your pretty pussy? Wanna see it leak out, huh naughty girl?” Kiri clenched his teeth as he said all those dirty things to you. Fuck, he could feel himself about to burst, he was so, so close. Just a little bit more and…
Ding dong.
You both froze. Fuck, you were being so loud and someone just had to ring the doorbell? You were sure they heard you. You ducked your head back into the pillows, embarrassed. But Kirishima was so close to cumming, he continued thrusting in you.
“Eiji, you’re not going to get that?” you asked, completely out of the zone of sex.
“(y/n), I’m so close. Let me fuck ya until I’m done, yeah?” he tried convincing you. Truthfully, that sudden intrusion took him out a bit, but now he was getting back into the zone and felt himself getting close again.
“But, it could be my Amazon order,” you said, still feeling amazing from his gifted package but also bringing it back to reality.
“They can wait,” Kirishima ignored the doorbell.
Ding dong.
It rang again.
“Babe, go get the door,” you insisted, reaching behind you and patting his arm. And then, it was like he had pissed off the sex gods and they were punshing him by not cuming. The doorbell rang and rang and rang. It was a consistent ringing, like the person at the door wouldn’t let up until someone opened the door.
“Shit!” Kirishima cursed, finally pulling out of you. You know you had told him to answer the door, but you were still feeling empty without him inside you. You flipped over and Kirishima captured your lips in a deep kiss.
“You’re fucking getting it later,” he promised when he let go. You giggled and pecked all over his face.
“Thank you,” you sang and Kiri waved you off, putting on a pair of sweats and beelined for the door.
Kirishima roughly opened the door in annoyance, his sweaty and glistening chest heaving up and down from his previous activity. He glared at the person who wouldn’t shut up and ruined his orgasm. But then was surprised to see a spiky blonde hero at the door with his signature smug look and not a delivery man.
“Bakugou?” Kirishima questioned. “What are you doing here?”
“You’re not going to let me in?” Bakugou questioned back, trying to step in the apartment but Kirishima blocked him.
“Sorry. My girl is over,” Kirishima refused entry.
“Eiji, was that my package?” you called from the bedroom, wondering why it was taking him such a long time. Kirishima knew that his friend could hear your voice clearly. And he knew that Bakugou knew something was up by the look he gave him. Kirishima started to panic, trying to think of something to say or give some type of excuse. But before he knew it, you came into view wearing Kirishima’s oversized shirt.
“Honey, what is taking so-” you ruffled your hair. And then you froze. Oh, you screwed up. Who you were expecting at the door was supposed to be some delivery man or even a random stranger, not your ex from high school. Kirishima had a panic look on his face while Bakugou looked like he was going to explode. You couldn’t even run away anymore. Your secret was exposed.
You looked down at Katsuki who was sitting in a chair, slumped over in his sleep. His hand was holding onto yours as tight as he could while unconscious. He could’ve held it any way and instead he chose to lace his fingers through yours, and his other hand covering both hands overall. His thumb was covering your own as if your fingers needed protection from anything.
Even though it’s been a rollercoaster of a couple months, you couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the way he was softly snoring. And immediately feeling stupid at how you could still feel butterflies for him after all this time.
Gently, you tried to take his hands from yours without waking him up, but alas he immediately stirred and sat up. The moment his drowsiness went away, his eyes widened before standing up, not noting how he was still holding your hands.
“(Y/n)! Are you okay? How long have you been up?” he bombarded you, his eyes darted around to see if anything was amiss.
“I’m fine. My shoulder hurts like a bitch but it’ll heal. Are you okay?” you replied, looking at him over to see if he opened up any wounds from the gauntlet incident.
“Last I remember you jumped in front of the spikes and then I passed out, what happened?” you continued, trying to further sit up without straining the shoulder that got injured.
“Aizawa-sensei got there in time, I’m okay…” he mumbled, looking anywhere but at you.
“And Fumi?”
“She’s in jail now, she won’t hurt you or anyone anymore.”
And the two of you were silent for a while, not knowing what else to say. The tension was incredibly thick and you feared that if you moved even a centimeter the floor would open up and swallow you whole, hospital bed and all.
“(Y/n), I think we’re due for a talk…” he finally spoke, having sat back down in the chair but that did nothing to alleviate both of your nervousness. Although you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach, you also couldn’t help the scoff that left your throat. A feeling of irritation crawled up your spine at his statement and you turned towards the window to prevent getting even more upset.
“You wanna talk? Now? Now that I’m here and injured by her? The girl you were so sure can do nothing wrong ever? Now that she proved you wrong you want me to hear you out, are you kidding me Katsuki?” the way your voice wavered while asking him those rhetorical questions, you had to grip the blanket tight in order to maintain whatever strength you had left.
“I know I don’t deserve it. There are a lot, and I mean a lot, of things I don’t deserve. Number one on that list is you. You could beat me with a bat until I’m black and blue and I would accept it because it’s nothing compared to what I put you through. And I hate that your kindness is the thing stopping you from doing that. But (Y/n), please…” he choked before clearing his throat, “Please let me apologize.” he finished and though you couldn’t see it, his head was bowed down, tears threatening to break the surface.
You could feel his hands getting warmer due to his emotions, and even though it would seem like a bad thing, you felt safe, and you hate it. You hate that you couldn’t control the sigh of defeat that left you, hate that your shoulders dropped, hate that your walls opened a crack to hear what he has to say.
“Start talking before I regret it.” was all that came out. It was enough for Katsuki to let out a breath of relief before his hands held yours tighter than before.
“I’m so, so sorry, (Y/n). It’s long overdue but I’m sorry. It was selfish of me to treat you the way that I did, and you have every right to be pissed off at me now and forever if you must. I’m sorry for taking you for granted for so long, you were one of the people who stuck by me through my horrible personality and I cannot be more blessed to know someone like you. I’m sorry for not believing you and taking Fumi’s side, and that I put you in harm’s way through her. I’m so sorry that your paths crossed with mine and that I put you through so much pain before I realized how much I hurt you.” he breathed out, his forehead resting on your held hands and he let his tears fall. His heart was clenching on itself with regret.
How could he let anything hurt you? Why wouldn’t he see how much damage he was doing? How could he hurt you? The guilt was eating him alive but he knew he had more to say.
“Also, I’m so sorry for everything I said about you not having a quirk. It was the worst imaginable thing that I said and I absolutely deserved Izuku going off on me. But you should know, you’re so brilliant, with or without a quirk. I’m so grateful that I attended a school where you are part of our gear development.”
“I know it’s going to take a while to gain back your trust, and I know I don’t deserve a crumb of it, but I swear, I’ll do whatever it takes to earn it back. Please allow me to prove how much you mean to me…” he let out a final breath before looking up at you. Your eyes were staring back at him. His heart was racing from not knowing what you were thinking, your eyes bore into his with such intensity and uncertainty that he fully expected to be shut down right then and there. He steeled himself, waiting for you to tell him to get the hell out and never speak to you again. But it never came.
“You better do a good fucking job, Katsuki.”
It was the first time he heard you swear and he really shouldn’t have felt so relieved that you decided to give him another chance. That was all he needed to leap up and envelope you in a hug, careful not to put pressure on your injury. His heart was soaring, thumping so loudly against his chest he thought he would pass out. During the moments when he got up to hug you, all the possibilities ran through his head at how he’ll show you that you mean everything to him, he was going to hold this last chance to his heart and never let go. He was going to prove to you how much you mean to him. He was so excited at this last chance that he didn’t note the way you hesitated to hug him back.
Because he didn’t need to know.
He didn’t need to know about the overseas internship.
He didn’t need to know that you already made up your mind about leaving.
He didn’t need to know that this is the last month he has left with you.
Katsuki got to the front of the campus just in time to see (Y/n) walking back to the gates. His heart sped up along with his footsteps. That’s when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He was going to ignore it but seeing as it kept on buzzing made him stop to reach in and check who was trying to talk to him.
His eyes scanned through Midoriya’s texts in a panic after he read the first line and as he finished the last message, he looked back up to see you wandering back towards the dorms. A rush of relief flooded through his body knowing that he knew where you were, and hopefully will give him a chance to talk. But that relief was brief, rushing through him as quickly as it came, when he saw who was slinking several feet behind you. He sent the reply messages to Midoriya before he was sprinting towards the front gates, towards you.
“HEY! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THEM!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, ignoring the spiking pain that was returning from his injury. You heard him clear as day, taking your eyes off of the night sky and finding where his voice was coming from. Just as your eyes adjusted to the shadows where his figure was emerging from, a hand gripped itself on your shoulder.
You immediately whipped around to defend yourself and before you could register who it was, the person threw a hard punch across your face. The wind was knocked out of you as you fell to the ground.
“FUCK! (Y/N)!” his footsteps were getting louder, the panic was clear as day in his voice. You were unable to collect yourself quick enough because whoever it was yanked you by your shirt collar and pulled you up. Your eyes widened in shock when Fumi’s face came into view. Before you knew it, one of her hands balled into a fist against your throat while the other held itself against your side. She activated her quirk and spikes came growing out from the knuckles. She shot a couple of them in the air, making them hover around you as she watched Katsuki get closer to finally take a stance in front of her.
“Well, well. Hi Katsu.” she giggled, as if she wasn’t holding someone hostage right now.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Fumi?” he asked, his voice seething with anger.
“Oh, this? This is nothing, don’t concern yourself with them.” she waved off his question. You could feel the spikes on her knuckles digging itself into your neck. You were scared to breathe.
“Let them go.” Katsuki growled under his breath. His glare held a fire that you could feel scared her because her hand faltered a little. She covered it up by bringing a floating spike closer to your face with a tilt of her head.
“Or what? You’re gonna hurt me? Are you sure you want to get any closer? Because I could just,” she taunted and you immediately let out a choked scream at the feel of her spike breaking the skin at your side, “do that.” It was digging deeper into you as she stared him down, daring him to take another step.
Katsuki let out a wavering breath at the sight of your tear stricken face before he backed up just a little.
“Fine, FINE.” He grumbled, hoping Fumi would ease up on you, and she did. He watched the tiny blood spots start to seep through your shirt from the wound.
“You probably already know this, but I’m the bad guy, surprise!” Fumi cackled at her little joke.
“What do you-want-with us?” You struggled to ask, trying to take in breaths to prevent passing out.
“Well since you asked so nicely.” she sighed in amusement, but her hold never let up. “Obviously, you guys know the League of Villains failed to recruit Katsuki the first time they captured him. And that caused a real messy situation for us. But, imagine our surprise when we find out about little (Y/n) here.” she nudged you a little, the spikes prodded at your neck once again, making you whimper.
“What do you care-about me? What could you possibly-want-with someone-quirkless?” you breathed out, trying to stall some time to figure out how to slip from her clutch.
“Exactly what my thoughts were when they brought it up. ‘What the hell would we want with a quirkless thing like you?’ No real powers to protect yourself. Nothing to help you get out of a situation just-like-this. Absolutely useless.” her hand gripped you tighter to prove her point.
You could feel your eyes misting at her words. You thought that, from hearing people call you useless after all these years, you’d hold yourself stronger, but this was truly a breaking point.
This was the reality that they were talking about. Being held at stab point, the fear runs through you knowing that you couldn’t protect yourself (or Katsuki if she were to pull something). It made you tear up knowing that this was what Katsuki was talking about, his words repeating itself in your head, “Useless” over and over.
Standing across from you, Katsuki knew exactly what you were thinking as he watched your tears fall once again. The amount of guilt that coursed through him at the recollection of what he’s said to you for years. Watching you right now, he wanted so badly to apologize, to do anything to make it right. His heart was beating loudly through his chest, trying to figure out how to get you out of this mess.
“But then! Then! They told me you got a little bit of skill in gear making.” Fumi continued. “Suddenly you’re not so useless! Can you imagine all the gear that you can make for us? We only have the skin on our backs to protect us, but you! You! You can be of use to us!” she let out a laugh before looking down at you.
“Just think…you’ll have so many fun little gadgets to play around with while you work for us. Rest assured, you wouldn’t be bored at all, trust me.” she spoke. You scoffed.
“Trust-you? You? The person holding me hostage right now, really?” you spat out. That didn’t make her happy, she pushed her knuckle to your neck as a warning, making you squeak out, hands clawing at hers to make them loosen just a little.
“Careful. They said if I can’t convince you to come willingly, I can use force.” Fumi growled and you stilled, feeling the spikes press into you once again.
“Like hell I’d let you get past those gates with them.” Katsuki spoke up. His hands were balled into fists as he watched her threaten you.
“Oh, honey. You’re mistaken. I’m not leaving without them.” she shot back before sending a spike flying at him. Katsuki was so angry that he was able to swiftly grab the spike from mid-air and snap it with a clench of his fist. The only thing he could focus on was getting you out of this psycho’s grasp and nothing was going to get in his way. He still didn’t have a plan but you sure did.
In an instant, your elbow came up and back down against Fumi’s side. It surprised her enough to let go of you. You quickly jumped out of the way. That provided Katsuki a window to launch himself at her and knock her down. She was struggling to get him off of her but he grabbed her arms and flipped her so that she was on her stomach.
“Katsuki!” came your voice, he quickly looked up to see if you were hurt only to see a spike flying right at you.
“(Y/N)!” He immediately hopped off of her to run at you. He wasn’t quick enough to prevent Fumi’s spike from piercing below your left collarbone, but was quick enough to catch you when it forced you backwards.
“FUCK!” Fumi screamed out as she was getting back on her feet. The spikes on her knuckles grew larger and she was charging towards you both. Katsuki’s arms held you closer, tighter, as he shielded you from whatever was about to come. ‘Not again. Not ever again.’ was his train of thought.
But nothing came. The spikes retracted themselves from her hands and the ones in the air dropped to the ground. He looked back at the dorms and saw Aizawa standing there with his scarf hovering around him. The red shine from his eyes let Katsuki know that his quirk was stopping Fumi from doing any further damage.
A sigh of relief was left out before he ducked in time for Shinsou Hitoshi to leap over you two and tackle Fumi back to the ground. Todoroki helped him bind her hands. The next few minutes were chaotic, with Fumi screaming on the ground trying to get out, the police sirens surrounding the campus, Izuku freaking out about you and trying to explain the situation to All Might who also showed up, half your your friends crying at what they just saw while the other half tried to console them.
Katsuki said nothing as he looked down at you, who passed out due to the shock and adrenaline. He held onto you the whole ride in the ambulance and at the hospital, only leaving for the doctors to help you, and then immediately returning to your side. He prayed that when you woke up, you’d allow him to talk to you, please let him talk to you.
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