unplanned, e. kirishima x f!reader
chapter two: ripped-up lacy underwear
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A/N: no thoughts, head empty, just long haired pro hero kiri
warnings: cursing, female reader, mentions of alcohol, implied sexual intercourse, suggestive but no smut, horny, lmk if i missed any
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The majority of dinner was spent with you attempting to not look your brother in the eye, downing martini after champagne glass, hoping it would lessen the one-sided tension you were feeling. It didn’t.
Bakugou could feel something was wrong. He was expecting you to be smug about your promotion, bragging left and right, soaking in the compliments from your parents. But, nonetheless, you were… quiet. Very out of character for any of the Bakugou’s, but especially the youngest.
You smiled every time your parents complimented your work ethic, and your ability to work up to such a high position at such a young age. He doesn’t blame them, becoming a creative director of a fashion brand as major as your mother’s was rare, if not impossible. You were only 25 after all. But he could see you were stuck in your head.
He brushed off your odd behaviour. Assuming you broke up with your boy toy of the month. He knew you didn’t spend the night at home. He called your best friend, Mai, who he knew you were with the night before as nobody was able to get a hold of you in the morning. She told him you probably weren’t home as you cut the outing short when you left with a guy. He didn’t know who this month's victim was, nor did he care. All he cared about was that you didn’t get with any of his friends, or close-ish coworkers. He said the rule to you, too, he wasn’t keen on you messing with anyone who he had to maintain a relationship with.
It was understandable, sure. Which is exactly why you agreed to it. You were kinda sad about it as you had a massive crush on his classmate, Shoto Todoroki when you were 13 and Katsuki just entered high school. But, oh well, you would live with it.
As you downed your fourth, no, fifth glass of champagne, you finally started feeling the effects of the alcohol. You also started gaining the confidence to actually acknowledge your brother's presence at the table, pretending like you didn’t get your back blown out by his best friend just 12 hours ago.
As the alcohol hit your head, so did the flashback.
“Oh, fuck. Katsuki’s gonna murder me” Kirishima groaned, his crimson eyes wide, not believing the sight in front of him.
“Oh, fuck me.” he groaned, once again, his big hands brushing through his long red hair.
“Uh, I think we kinda covered that part, don’t ya think?” you attempted to chuckle at your joke, though just a whine came out, the shock still not leaving your body.
“Do you remember anything? I don’t. Maybe we didn’t-” he brought his head up to take a good look at you for the first time.
You were beautiful, he couldn’t deny that. He could see the outline of your body, the white sheet not doing much to cover your figure. Your mascara was smudged. Probably from clubbing, or sleeping. Or most likely the amazing sex you had the night before. Though, he still let the possibility you two didn’t do anything linger in his brain. But, looking at you, he doubted he would be able to contain himself and just spend the night with you, without absolutely destroying you in every way possible. Especially under the influence.
He spotted the purple and blue marks on your neck and collarbone. He assumed there were marks on other parts of your body.
No, maybe all you did was in fact kiss. Yeah, that’s totally possible. It also wouldn’t count as a betrayal of his best friend, wouldn’t it? I mean kissing and sex are two things that are very different and surely Katsuki would understand -
But no, he remembered now. All hope was lost when he remembered your screams and whines. You entangled in his arms, begging for more, begging for him to give you more. How could he forget? He thinks he’ll probably never be able to forget your mewls. He’ll most likely die wishing he could hear them once more.
“No, we definitely- uhm - yeah.” you stumbled over your words. You didn’t do that often. Actually, you never stuttered, you were also never nervous. It simply didn't run in your family.
But, standing practically naked, in front of the equally naked number 8th pro hero of the country, was a little intimidating. Especially since the pro hero has known you since you were an awkward thirteen year old. Back when you had braces, no social skills and no other interests besides the latest kpop group.
You melted under his gaze, which was not a common occurrence for you. You were usually the one doing the metaphorical melting. You could feel him analysing your body. You returned the favour, noticing how huge he got in the past decade. Sure, you two saw each other here and there, granted you didn’t really run in the same circles of friends. Especially since there was also the fact you avoided your brother as much as possible during social gatherings.
You knew of his and his friends’ reputation, everybody in Japan did. You didn’t want to risk witnessing your brother taking one of his many conquests home, it was gross. Especially if he decided he would pursue one of your friends, which would be even worse to witness.
That’s exactly why you had formed the little pack of not sleeping with each other's friends. It was simple enough to follow, wasn’t it?
If so, why did you find yourself in your current situation?
Well, you always thought Eijirou was attractive. Katsuki always picked his friends well, that's for sure. He never really gave you any attention when you were younger. He always visited your home while him and your brother were in hero training. He also told you multiple times he sees you as a younger sister. Granted, you were probably always looked at as a kid, but that didn’t stop you from feeling a little sad when he brought his first girlfriend to the Bakugou household.
But, things are different now. You look very different now, and so does he. You’re not children anymore. And he definitely looks even better now that he has matured.
You decided daydreaming wouldn’t do you any good in this situation
“I should probably go.”
You started looking around the room for your clothes.
“Uh, here” Kirishima scratched the back of his head while he held out a piece of black lace in his hand. “It was on the floor.”
Oh, grear. The sturdy hero Red Riot was holding your lacy bra in his hand.
“Thanks. You think I could borrow a shirt?”
“Yeah” he opened a drawer, handing you a simple black t-shirt that was way too big for you, oh well, it would use. “Here you go.” He threw the shirt at you.
You looked at him with your eyebrows raised, expecting him to give you a little bit of privacy so you could wiggle out of the white sheet that was probably doing nothing to actually cover you.
“Uh right, sorry.”
He got up, not without grabbing a pillow to cover his lower body. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. This huge mountain of a man, scrambling to find a pair of underwear, while on his tippy toes mind you, as quickly as possible. Eijirou retreated to the bathroom once he found one.
Once you heard the door of the bathroom lock, you finally let go of the white sheet, your knuckles white from how hard you were gripping it. You put the shirt on, taking note of the hickeys on your breasts. Just as you got dressed in the shirt that went down to half your thigh, you ran into the next problem.
Where the fuck was your underwear?
Just as Kirishima exited the bathroom, he saw you bent over, your ass up high, on full display. You were bent over the ottoman, looking for something. He smirked at the sight. What’s the harm in enjoying a view for a little bit? It’s not like he would get a second chance to look at it, right? Wrong.
You quickly stood up straight as you felt a pair of eyes on you.
“Could you stop staring and help me find my underwear?” you said, visibly annoyed.
Eijirou smirked, “I’m sorry, princess, I couldn’t help it. You wouldn’t believe the view”
You tried to hide the blush that crept up at the compliment. Biting your lip and looking in the other direction in an attempt to hide your smile.
“And here’s your underwear” Kirishima grabbed the lacy fabric that was visibly ripped off the bed. “But it probably won’t be much use to you now.”
“Oh” you blushed “That’s fine. Thanks anyway, I guess.”
“I can get you a pair of mine if you want.” he offered.
“No, that’s okay. I’ll be fine.” Great, now you have to get home without underwear.
“I don’t really cook, but I’m gonna order some breakfast, if you want to stay,” Kirishima suggested, secretly hoping you would say yes.
“Uh, I would love to. But, I-I have this thing. At work. Yeah, a work thing. So I should probably get to the office.” You lied, but who could blame you? 20 more minutes at his place and you would have to talk about the elephant in the room. Your brother.
Oh fuck, Katsuki. You had to have dinner with him tonight. You were hoping you could take a week to process and gather yourself before you had to face him.
Maybe if you called for a rain check? Faked sick? No, that would obviously indicate there was something wrong. Bakugous never got sick.
“Oh, sure. I get it. We lead busy lives.” Eijirou answered with a dreamy smile plastered on his face.
“I’ll see you around, yeah?” You said as you made your way to the front door, dressed in an oversized t-shirt, without underwear, your bra stuffed in your Balenciaga bag and wearing strappy black heels. You sure were a sight for sore eyes.
“I sure hope you do.” Kirishima thought to himself as he watched you leave his room, then head out the front door.
You were brought back to reality by the clinking of glasses.
“To our talented daughter. I always knew you would get far” your father smiled, looking over to your mother who bared an identical expression.
“To you, sister” Katsuki grumbled, though you knew he was being sincere.
The rest of the dinner went smoothly. You were just tipsy enough to hide your guilt without making a complete fool out of yourself. Your parted ways with your family and decided to have an early night at home. As you were falling asleep all you could think about was the night you spent with the red-haired hero, secretly hoping you would get to do it again.
