Kirishima who is so sweet. Practically made of sugar.. until your behind closed doors.
He’s so nice to everyone. Such a little angel! Your friends are always telling you how lucky you are to have such a sweetheart on your hands. They all coo as he walks by, telling you how lovely you look today and dropping a kiss on your lips before slipping away. They assume he’s an angel in the bedroom too. You only smile and nod.
When he does finally get you alone he’s cruel. He has you on top of him, meaty hands gripping your hips and leaving red indents in the plush skin. He slides you up and down his cock, chuckling as you whine.
“S’ too much Eiji. Can’t- can’t-“
“Can’t what sweet thing? Can’t get enough of my dick?”
You're on your nth orgasm of the night and holding on for dear life. At first you were eager to ride him, but when your fucked out little body couldn’t take it anymore Eijiro took it into his own hands. He flips you over onto your back and you nearly fall asleep, exhausted. However her lines himself up with your entrance and thrusts into you, wrapping his thick fingers around your neck to wake you up.
“Practically begging for it, wearing that slutty little skirt out. *hah* fucking animals couldn’t keep their eyes of-f you”
You whine in response as you feel him hitting all the right places inside you. His hands move to push your legs back and he hits even deeper, leaning down to mumble in your ear.
“I know what you wan’- fuckin pretty slut, jus begging to be filled up.” *hah, fuck!* he grunts. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
His breath is hot on your neck and when one hand slips down to draw circles around your clit you mewl. You know what he wants to hear but it’s so much. His cock bullying your hole at a brutal pace, his fingers on your clit, his breath on your neck. He’s all around you and inside you, it’s all Eijiro. He fills your senses. You’re stuffed full of him. You feel your high approaching and you whine. The question is long forgotten. He kisses your cervix with each stroke and his fingers rub deliciously sloppy circles against your clit. You feel yourself arching off the bed, nails clawing down his back. You moan languidly.
“Eiji I-“
Just like that it all stops. He pulls out, pulls away, just entirely separates himself from you.
“Let’s try that one more time.”
Your whining at the loss and your eyes slip to the floor. He grabs your chin forcing your gaze to meet his.
“Who's this cunt belong too?”
“You Eiji! S’ all for you!”
You can’t help but sob.
“See, that’s what I thought. Wasn’t so hard was it baby?”
He’s kissing away your tears and cooing at you as he pushes his way inside you again. His voice is soft in stark contrast to the way he manhandles you like a doll. His mouth attaches itself to your collarbone, and he groans into your skin.
“This pussy's all mine. Need you t' take this dick like a good fucking girl. I know you can. Know you can do it f'me.”
You sob as you once again approach your release.
"I can! I c-an! Wanna take it for you! Need you to fill me up pleasepleasepleaseEijipleaseohmygodddd."
Eijiro chuckles at just how fucked out you are. He holds your cock-drunk little face in his hands and he can see the stars dancing behind your eyes as you approach your high. He reaches down to again press circles into your bud and you grip him like your soul is leaving your body. He groans in your ear.
"I'm almost there baby. Gon' give it all to you. Fill m-y girl up.. put a fucking b-baby n you. You want that?"
Your chanting his name like a prayer, can't even register what he's saying.
"Cum with me baby."
Your body goes rigid and you arch your back, trembling, as the waves of your release wash through you. Eijiro's hips stutter once, then twice as he cums inside of you, cradling your body and burying his face in your neck. He rides it out with a few more gentle strokes, rubbing your clit a few more times to push you through your orgasm, before he comes to a stop. He rests there comfortably inside of you for a minute. You sigh exhaustedly and go limp into his touch, letting him cradle you as you both catch your breath. A smirk graces his lips as his eyes travel down your body, landing on your sopping cunny.
"Oh no sweet thing you made such a big mess. Looks like I need to clean you up..."
He slips down to settle his face between your thighs, and grins at you sweetly, before hoisting your legs over his shoulders and settling his hands on your waist. He pulls your dripping pussy towards his mouth. You pant heavily as your hands find purchase in his hair. He laps up the mixture of cum and squirt dripping out of you and tongue fucks it back into you as you squirm at the soreness.
"Such a mess.." He moans into your folds, sending delicious shivers through your spine. Your pussy flutters. Your fingers card through his hair as you moan his name.
"Eiji *hah* you're gonna drive me crazy I can'tttt"
He continues to tongue your cunt, lidded, glassy eyes holding contact with yours.
"I don't really care baby m' gonna make you"
Eijiro Kirishima is all smiles and sunshine until he has you to himself.
you come back to your dorm after a long day, collapsing into your bed face-first and groaning into the plush blankets.
you were up late last night at your work study, then up bright and early to go to your classes, with a couple of exams and pop quizzes you did not have time to study for, and then immediately after school, you barely had time to change into your hero uniform before going right back to your hero study. finally, you were back at your dorm. the sun was setting, and you hadn't gotten a single moment of daylight to yourself.
realistically, you still have to study for school as well, so you really can't rest, just keep going and going until you have to sleep...
rinse and repeat.
it felt like you had lost yourself. yes, this is the life you wanted! going to a prestigious hero school, doing hero work at a reputable agency, this is everything you've dreamed of...
but you don't have time to yourself anymore, not for your hobbies, your interests, your friends, nothing.
eijirou noticed. you had become distant, which he understood. he knew you couldn't just be texting on your phone while you're at school or at your work study, he had his own work and school to worry about too.
but it wasn't just that you were distant. the chaste moments he did finally get to see you, you had dark circles under your eyes, your shoulders sagged, and your eyes seemed dull, the sparkle he saw just a few months ago seeming to have faded to nothing. you always looked so... beat.
eijirou noticed you walk back in from your hero study today. he was sitting in the common area with denki and sero, just exchanging small talk.
he tried to wave at you, but you didn't notice him. you didn't really notice anything it seemed. your hair was frizzy, your dark circles were prominent, and you looked zoned out, like you had dissociated. you made a b-line for your dorm room, not noticing any of your classmates as you walked.
eijirou's hand stayed in the air after his failed attempt to wave to you, his fingers slowly relaxing as his hand lowered to his lap and a small frown appeared on his face.
"sorry, guys. i gotta go do something real quick." he laughed sheepishly to denki and sero before walking to the elevator, waiting for it to come back down so he could go to your dorm.
your thoughts as you were still face-planting in your bed were interrupted by a soft knocking on your door.
"hey, baby, can i come in?"
your heart leapt in your chest for a moment at your boyfriend's voice. hell, you nearly forgot you had a boyfriend with how stressed you've been.
"yeah, it's open," you called out, barely having enough energy to lift your head to speak before your face was immediately buried in your blankets again.
a soft creak from the door, and then a sigh.
"oh, baby. you good?" eijirou asked, taking quiet, careful steps towards you as if you were a skiddish animal who would run away if he approached too fast.
you mumbled something he couldn't quite understand before you shook your head, a quiet groan escaping your lips.
you felt the bed dip as he sat next to you. "you wanna talk about it?"
you shifted so you could lay your head in his lap, a small pout on your lips. "not really, 'm just so tired..."
he ran his fingers through your hair, nodding. he felt his heart cracking in his chest at your words, you were so exhausted and it felt like he couldn't help you at all. "that's okay, baby. i understand!"
his cheerfulness made your eyes well with tears. exhaustion makes you emotional over the silliest things, yeah? "w-why are you being so nice to me?" you hiccuped, your hand clinging to the fabric of his pants. "i've been so distant, you should b-be mad at me..." you spoke softly, if you spoke at a normal volume it would have been too obvious you were about to cry...
eijirou's shoulders sagged at your words, a sad expression on his face. "oh, y/n. you don't have to apologize for that—i know you've been super busy, baby."
a small sob escaped your lips. "i'm scared it's always gonna be like this, that i'm never gonna have time to myself for the rest of my life..." your eyes squeezed shut before more tears could fall. "i miss spending time with you, with my friends, doing my hobbies..." your hid your face in your hands and groaned. "this suucks..."
eijirou keeps caressing your hair gently, trying to relax you. "i think you need to talk to your agency about working less hours, it's not realistic for you to be working this much while still being in school." he leaned down and gently kissed your temple.
"i know, i should... but if i do, i feel like i'm a failure. if i can't handle this, how am i supposed to handle full-time hero work?" your voice cracked as you overthought.
"don't talk like that," he quickly shut you down, squeezing your shoulder gently as you lay in his lap. "you're not a failure, baby. this a lot for anyone to deal with. if you asked me, it's super manly that you've been dealing with all of this for this long!" he gave you a toothy grin, showing off his spiky teeth.
you choked back more tears, the reassurance making you emotional. "thank you, eiji..."
he laughed softly, shaking his head. "you don't have to thank me for anything, baby. i'm just telling you the truth." he quietly played with your hair.
"how about i get a bath going for ya, yeah? i can put one of those sparkly bath bombs mina got in it! i'm sure she wouldn't mind if i borrowed one." another toothy grin from your boyfriend. "i'll go get us some food while you soak, too!! anything to help you feel better, babe."
you felt your eyes well with tears again, and eijirou simply laughed and caressed your cheek. "don't cry, babyyy, i know you're exhausted, so i gotta do whatever i can to help you! what kind of man would i be if i just let my partner suffer?
you sniffled and shook your head. "no, no—it's just... you're the best boyfriend ever, eiji." your voice cracked again, a soft expression appeared on eijirou's face.
"what?! no i'm not, this is the bare minimum!"
"eijirou, stop. i'm gonna cry again."
he laughed again before leaning down to give you another kiss. he adjusted your pillow and effortlessly scooped you up and laid you down on your bed instead of his lap, standing up quickly.
"i'll get your bath going, y/n. you just wait there, okay? and where's your water bottle? i'll fill it up!"
you felt your lip quiver. "it's on my nightstand."
"awesome! be right back, baby." he gave you a quick forehead kiss before running off, grabbing your water bottle and quickly heading in the direction of mina's dorm, probably to go ask her for one of her bath bombs.
you wrapped your arms over your chest and sighed, finally letting a few tears slip down your cheeks. they weren't sad, they were more akin to... pure relief.
you weren't any less exhausted, but maybe, just maybe... you'd be okay after all.
hellooo!!! in light of Eijiro Kirishima’s birthday coming up soon, i’d love to request some birthday headcanons for him if that isn’t too much to ask!
Spending time with Eijiro Kirishima on his B-Day would include.
A/n: Happy Birthday Kiri!🥳🧁🎂🎁💕
You wake up earlier than him, making sure you’ve got the day planned out because you know how much birthdays mean to him—even if he tries to downplay it as “not that manly to make a big fuss.”
When you greet him with a bright “Happy Birthday, Ei!” he tries to act cool at first, but his sharp-toothed grin and the faint pink on his cheeks give him away.
He’s the type who gets excited over the little things—whether it’s your enthusiasm, a breakfast you put together, or just the way you made time to spend the whole day with him.
You planned something adventurous, like going to the gym together, rock climbing, or even sparring. He’s over the moon that you thought of an active way to celebrate. “That’s so manly of you!” he beams, already flexing in excitement.
At some point, you also insist on something calmer—watching his favorite Crimson Riot interview, eating his favorite food, or just sitting together and chatting. He gets surprisingly sentimental when the day slows down.
When you give him your gift, he freezes. It’s not flashy or expensive—it’s thoughtful, personal. Maybe:
A framed photo of the two of you with classmates, decorated with doodles and a hand-written note about how much he inspires you.
A custom bracelet or keychain engraved with “Red Riot” on one side and his real name on the other, reminding him that you love both sides of him.
A notebook where you’ve written down all the “manly” moments you’ve seen him live out since meeting him, to remind him of the impact he has on others.
When he unwraps it and realizes how much heart you put into it, his eyes actually get watery. He tries to blink it off, scratching the back of his neck and laughing awkwardly, but he can’t hide how much it means.
“This is… seriously manly. I’ll treasure it forever.”
He pulls you into a bear hug so tight you can barely breathe. If you squeak out a complaint, he laughs and loosens his grip, still ruffling your hair.
He keeps the gift close for the rest of the day. If it’s wearable, he puts it on immediately. If it’s something he can’t carry, he sets it somewhere special in his room.
Toward the end of the day, he tells you that the gift was amazing, but the best part was just being with you.
“Thanks for making today feel manly and fun. Honestly, you’re the best gift I could ask for.”
Ꮼ tw: no tw, just pure fluff all over. soft but make it katsuki.
bakugo didn’t notice. not in the morning, not when he blasted through half a street chasing some low-tier idiot, not even when one of his sidekicks tried to say “happy—” and he cut them off with a glare sharp enough to shut anyone up. to him it was just another day, another shift, another weight sitting heavy in his bones that he didn’t bother naming.
by the time he’s heading home, it’s late. too late for anything that isn’t silence. his gauntlets hang loose at his sides, his costume’s a mess, there’s a thin cut on his brow he hasn’t even thought about. the city’s quieter now, dim lights and distant noise, the kind of night that usually swallows him whole without asking.
27.
means nothing.
that’s what he sticks with.
so when he opens the door, he’s already expecting the usual—darkness, still air, that empty, untouched space that waits for him and nothing else.
but instead—
light.
soft. warm. not enough to blind him, just enough to feel intentional. like someone thought about it.
his brows knit immediately.
“…what the hell—”
and then he sees him.
kirishima’s right there, sitting on the floor like he belongs there, legs stretched out, a takeout box open between two plates, and—jesus—some sad excuse of a cake with a crooked candle leaning like it’s seconds away from giving up.
bakugo stops in the doorway, staring.
kirishima looks up, already smiling, already too damn comfortable.
“you’re late,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “almost lost the candle like three times.”
bakugo shuts the door harder than needed. the sound echoes a bit.
“what are you doing here.”
it’s not really a question. it never is with him.
kirishima doesn’t flinch. just shrugs a little, nudging one of the plates forward with his foot like it’s no big deal, like they’re not standing in the middle of something that feels… different.
“celebrating.”
“i don’t celebrate shit.”
“i know.”
that should’ve started an argument. with anyone else, it would have.
but kirishima just… leaves it there. no pushing, no teasing, no trying to make it into something bigger. just that simple answer, steady and quiet in a way that sits weirdly heavy in the room.
bakugo clicks his tongue, annoyed at the way that lands.
“then get out.”
kirishima doesn’t move.
doesn’t even look offended.
“food’s gonna get cold.”
…tch.
bakugo exhales through his nose, yanks off his gauntlets, lets them drop on the table with a dull thud. he walks in, slow, like he’s still deciding if he’s pissed or just tired, eyes flicking over the setup again—the plates, the food, the stupid candle that’s somehow still lit.
it smells good.
too good for takeout.
“you cook this?” he mutters, more accusation than curiosity.
kirishima grins a little, sheepish.
“kinda. don’t roast me.”
“looks like shit.”
“yeah, well. you’re still gonna eat it.”
bakugo huffs, but he sits.
and yeah—he eats.
at first it’s quiet, just the sound of utensils and the faint flicker of the candle. kirishima doesn’t fill the silence like he usually would, doesn’t ramble or laugh too loud or try to drag something out of him. he just stays there, close enough that bakugo can feel it—his presence, steady, grounding, annoyingly… warm.
and that—more than anything—gets under his skin.
“it’s gonna go out,” kirishima says after a bit, voice softer now, nodding toward the candle.
bakugo glances at it. the flame wavers, small but stubborn.
“don’t care.”
kirishima hums, like he expected that.
“still. make a wish or something.”
bakugo scoffs, leaning back slightly.
“what am i, five?”
“didn’t say you were.”
there’s a pause. not awkward. just… full.
bakugo’s gaze lingers longer than it should—on the candle, then on kirishima, who’s watching him now, not pushy, not joking, just… there. waiting, but not expecting anything.
it does something weird to his chest.
annoying.
“…tch.”
he leans forward and blows the candle out in one short breath.
no wish. obviously.
but the second the flame disappears, the room feels… closer. quieter. like something shifted just enough to notice.
“happy birthday, katsuki.”
it’s quiet.
too quiet.
not “bakugo,” not “man,” not anything casual.
katsuki.
it hits. harder than it should.
bakugo’s jaw tightens a little, eyes flicking away like he’s dodging something.
“don’t call me that like it’s a big deal.”
“it is.”
the answer comes easy. no hesitation.
bakugo looks back at him then, sharp, ready to snap something back—but it dies somewhere in his throat, because kirishima’s not smiling the same way anymore. it’s softer now, steadier, something real sitting behind it that doesn’t ask for permission.
too close.
too much.
bakugo exhales, irritated, pushes his plate aside slightly just so he has something to do with his hands.
“…you’re staying?” he mutters, like it’s an afterthought, like he doesn’t care either way.
kirishima tilts his head.
“you want me to go?”
silence.
bakugo clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing.
“don’t be stupid.”
a beat.
“…stay.”
it’s low. rough around the edges. not loud enough to feel confident, but not quiet enough to take back.
kirishima blinks once—then again—and something shifts in his expression, something brighter, warmer, like the answer mattered more than he expected.
“yeah,” he says, softer now. “i’ll stay.”
and bakugo doesn’t answer, doesn’t look at him again right away. he just leans back, arms crossing loosely, the tension in his shoulders easing by degrees he won’t acknowledge.
the room settles around them—warm light, half-eaten food, the faint smell of something homemade—and for once, nothing feels like it’s pressing in on him.
no work. no fights. no noise.
just this.
just him—
and kirishima, close enough that the space between them doesn’t feel empty at all.
maybe 27 doesn’t mean anything.
…but this? this might.
note: had this one sitting in my notes for the longest time JUST for today. hbd bby tsuki i luv you w all my might, kiribaku shippers arise
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