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As much as he’d probably like to believe otherwise, you clocked the change in Kirishima’s mood the minute he entered the apartment.
You were washing dishes when Kiri walked in, shoulders slumped and eyes weary. You had honestly expected him home about an hour earlier, but as long as he came home, you couldn’t complain. “Hey,” you greeted him over your shoulder.
His eyes lit up when he saw you. “Hey, babe. Miss me?”
If you hadn’t known him so well and for so long, you would have missed the hollowness in his voice. “’Course I did,” you chuckled. “How are the guys?”
“Everyone’s great! Lot of work to be done this week so it was nice to have some time to relax. And Bakugou’s seeing someone! You wouldn’t believe how much he’s mellowed out. He even smiled while talking about them.”
You froze. “You’re kidding.”
“You know I’m not.” Hands found your hips, lips caressed your cheek when he spoke next, “Missed you too.”
You turned to kiss his lips, smiling against him. “No drinks for you tonight?”
“Nah, I wanted to play DD.” He stepped away to lean back against the counter. “Kaminari tried to keep up with Bakugou…You know how that goes. Good thing I know his address.”
You’d seen Kaminari at his best, and also at his worst. Somehow the drunken tries at zapping Bakugou with electricity never got old. “Well, I’m sure that was an awkward cab ride,” you chuckled, placing a plate on the rack.
“Oh, it was.”
You paused. You looked over to see him yawning. “Eiji. Were you in that cab?”
“I wanted to make sure he got home safely!”
You sighed and turned off the tap. You moved to lean against the counter across from him. “What’s going on?”
Kirishima blinked, very nonchalantly folding his arms. “What do you mean?”
“Something’s off.” You squinted at him. “You’ve been exhausted every day this week. I can see your dark circles from a mile away, babe.”
Kirishima shrugged. “You know, work is busy. Villains are relentless. I’m just trying to be as helpful as I can.”
One of the reasons you loved Kiri was his compassion. He had to be the most helpful, considerate man you knew, so dedicated to his work and to his friends. He insisted on doing whatever he could to make everyone’s life easier, and while it showed the depth of his kindness, it could be so draining for him. You were in it for the long run with Kiri, but you weren’t going to sit back and let him run himself weary. Even now, the red of his eyes looked fainter. “Yes but baby, you do so much. So much. You need to take some time for yourself. It doesn’t always have to be you. You have a team you can rely on!”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I know, I know, it’s just…If I don’t take the lead who will, y’know?” He shrugged. “It doesn’t feel manly having to be taken care of.”
You pinched his cheek, earning a squeak from him. “Babe. You have some of the greatest heroes as your peers. You need to give them some credit. They’re not going to collapse if you take a step back and only take on what you can handle.”
Kirishima nodded. “You’re right. You know me too well.”
“Good.” He sounded sincere, and you were going to hold him to it. The neck of his shirt hung open—he always got too hot in bars—and he still cut quite the figure with his rolled-up sleeves and dark slacks. Maybe it was the glass of wine you’d had earlier, but even the leather of his shoes was doing something for you. You cocked your head to the side, letting your eyes trace his frame, slowly down and then back up, and when you met his eyes you saw that he had been doing the same.
Thankfully, you didn’t have to move. Kirishima came to you, sliding his hands up under your sweater and settling them on your hips. He smelled of beer and the night air. He surveyed you with a lazy grin, just broad enough that you saw the gleaming point of his canines. “You look hot,” he murmured.
You almost snorted in his face, placing a hand on his chest when he moved closer to you. “Speak for yourself, sugar. You got enough energy to fool around tonight?”
He leaned forward to rest his face in the crook where your neck met your shoulder. “Not much…but if you’re willing to take the lead…”
You hummed when his lips caressed your skin. “I do like leading…”
“Maybe take care of me like you’ve been asking to…”
You felt a throbbing at the apex of your thighs. You’d talked before about dominating him properly, not just getting on top to ride or controlling the speed of your fuck. It was something he had apparently craved for a while but had only recently brought up to you. You thought of nylon ropes and the way you knew his back could curve with the right amount of tension released. You clutched his shirt a bit tighter, feeling almost heady when his teeth grazed your pulse. “I could take care of you…” you all but slurred into his hair.
You felt his grin against your jaw. “Then take care of me…” He pressed a soft kiss just beneath your ear. “…Master.”
Oh.
“Yeah? You gonna be good for me, honey? Gonna take my cock like a good boy?”
“God, yes,” he sighed into your hair.
You smirked. From the tone of his voice alone, you knew this would be a good night.
It took a few minutes for you and Kiri to move from kitchen to bedroom; once he locked his lips with yours, it was quite hard to pull away, and even harder to navigate the path to your room with his arms around you. Once in there however, the energy shifted. You pushed Kiri away by the chest, holding him back to gauge his current state. He’d lost his shirt somewhere in the hall, and with his pants unbuttoned, the shape of him through his boxers left little to the imagination. He was all muscle, hard and strong enough to overpower you easily, and yet you knew you would be in control.
You licked your lips, eyes on his heaving chest. “Strip. And get on the bed.”
Wordlessly, Kiri shoved his pants and underwear down in one go, his cock bobbing up to his lower stomach. He slowly backed away, leaned back once his knees hit the bed, and thumped softly to the mattress.
You grinned and stalked toward him, shucking off your sweater as you moved. You stood between his legs at the foot of the bed, letting your hands slowly slide down your body, squeezing your breasts along the way. Once they reached your underwear, you saw Kirishima’s cock twitch, his gut tightening in anticipation.
You chuckled. “Someone’s starving,” you murmured, holding eye contact while you slipped two fingers into the front of the garment. “Guess you’ve been through enough to deserve a taste tonight.” You let your fingers drag soft through your folds, enough to make you gasp and hold Kirishima’s full attention. “You want a taste, baby?”
Kirishima’s jaw went slack as he watched you. You watched him swallow hard, straining to keep his hands balled in fists at his sides. “Please, master, let me taste you. I’ve been so good.”
“Only since you asked so nicely.” You hooked your thumbs into the lace of your underwear and rolled it down your legs, stepping neatly out of them.
Kiri’s eyes stayed on your sex as he backed further up the bed. You followed, crawling over him on your knees. Once his head hit the pillow, you hovered over his chin before sinking down, letting him bury his mouth between your thighs. Even with your full weight on him, he was ravenous, using a hand on your ass to press you firmly against him. He sucked hard against your clit, and you cried out, reaching out to the headboard for support.
“So greedy,” you purred, fighting to keep your voice steady. “Have you been waiting for this all day?”
Kiri moaned into your entrance. “All fucking week,” he muttered, biting into the flesh of your inner thigh.
You hissed and tightened your thighs around his neck. “Easy, or you won’t get dessert.”
“Mmmm.” He licked a broad stripe up the center of your folds in apology.
Carefully, you started to roll your hips, grinding just enough to allow his tongue deeper inside you, without hurting him. His hand dug into your ass, grabbing a handful for dear life as you rode his face. You sighed low and heavy. “God, you eat me so well, baby. Like you’re starved for it. You want me that badly, huh?”
Kiri hummed appreciatively. You could only imagine how hard he was now, the praise going straight to his head. He was good with his mouth, somehow knowing exactly when and how a hint of teeth was necessary, so it was no surprise when you came on his face minutes later, the perfect amount of suction on your clit driving you over the edge. He lapped up your arousal, groaning eagerly, while you trembled over his face. He usually moaned when eating you out, but the next sound he made, low and ragged from deep in his throat, was different. And if you weren’t mistaken, you heard something wet slap Kiri’s abdomen.
You froze. Kiri froze. You backed off of him to straddle his chest, staring down at him sternly.
“Eiji.”
He blinked up at you in earnest. “I swear I didn’t—”
You looked over your shoulder. Poor thing still held his cock unabashedly in his hand; his stomach was spattered with ropes of cum. He could have gotten some on your ass. You looked back at him, a new darkness in your eyes. “You really wanna do this, huh?”
“I should have asked for permission, master, I’m sorry, I swear I’ll be good—”
You shook your head and got off of him, off the bed. “Better get it all out of your system then.” You rummaged through your drawer, listening smugly to Kiri’s pleas.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry, please, please don’t leave me like this—”
“Oh, I won’t.” You shimmied into the harness, tightening the straps appropriately. You turned to face Kiri, and you heard him moan at the sight of you. The strap-on was the same red as his hero costume, probably a bit petty on your part, but at least it suited both yours and Kiri’s tastes. The man himself couldn’t take his eyes off the damn thing, face blushing as bright as his hair. “Color?” you asked him, checking in.
“Green,” he said breathlessly. His hands were off his cock now, fisted carefully by his head. You could see he was ready to play nice.
Unfortunately, you were not.
“Turn over,” you ordered. Kiri obeyed, turning onto his stomach, even arching his back a bit. You grinned. “Good boy.” You knelt on the bed behind him, holding the bottle of lube in one hand, the strap-on in the other. His back muscles twitched when you tapped the outside of his knee. “On your knees, baby.”
Up he went. Now that was a sight you could get used to.
“You know that was really bold,” you sighed, reaching between his legs to cup the length of him. Kiri shook in your grasp, exhaling sharply into his forearm. “You know you’re not supposed to finish until I say so.” You stroked him, a slow pace, just to warm him up. “Don’t know what’s gotten into you, being so greedy.”
“I-I can be good for you, master.”
“Mmm, I know you can.” You formed a slightly tighter circle around the tip of his cock with your fingers, and his hips jerked. “You’re gonna have to prove it to me though, honey.”
“I can, I can prove it, if you let me, oh, God…” He bucked his hips in time with your strokes, giving you the most lovely view of his ass. You palmed it greedily, squeezing the spot where his cheek met his thigh.
“Can’t believe you’re this hard already,” you murmured, feeling him jump in your grasp. Then you sped up your strokes.
“F-fuck, master, not so fast, I’ll—”
“I know, honey, go ahead.” You leaned over and kissed his shoulder. “Cum in my hand, I know you want to. Such a messy sub.”
“Ffffuck…” he groaned, his voice cracking as your hand slowed and sped up again. “Fuck, keep doing that, it feels so good…”
You shifted your knee so that your thigh pressed between his, flexing your muscle against the sensitive flesh of his perineum. Kiri gasped at the pressure, his ass going taut as he came hard, spilling over your hand and into the sheets.
“That’s two,” you remarked. He held form even as he panted. You were a little prouder than usual of your handiwork. You leaned over, pressing your chest into Kiri’s back and your fingers against his lips. He dutifully opened his mouth, licking his arousal from your hand, sucking your fingers so sloppily that it restarted the throb between your legs. “So good for me, lovely. Keep those hips up.” He moaned around your fingers, and you took your hand back, sitting up to open the lube. You rubbed a good amount along the length of the strap-on, then squeezed a bit more into your palm.
With two orgasms already, you figured Kiri was fairly prepared for you, but you were not one to take chances. You placed a hand on his right cheek, letting your thumb press into his perineum. Kiri hissed. “I think we can get a few more outta you though,” you hummed, slipping your middle finger into him experimentally.
“Ohh…” Kiri moaned. “Fuck, I’m ready for you, master.”
“You’re ready for me?” You added another finger, and his walls clamped down on you. “Yeah, I thought so.” You peered between his thighs. “Can’t believe you’re already getting hard.” You curled your digits, searching for his prostate.
“Fuck!”
There we go.
You took your fingers out and brought the strap-on to Kiri’s hole. “Color?” you asked.
“Green!” he exclaimed, and you slowly slid into him. “Really fucking green, fuck!” He groaned as you bottomed out inside of him. His hands were clutching the sheets so tightly you thought they might rip.
It gave you a thrill to dominate a man so strong.
You cocked your head, drinking him in. The bow of his back was the most perfect curve. You slowly slid the strap-on halfway out, then back inside, a slow pace to ensure he was entirely ready for you. As his walls relaxed around the strap, you sped up, until the slaps of your thighs against his filled the air.
Kiri was always loud, but you’d struck gold tonight. Your nipples hardened at the sound of him keening desperately while you railed him. You couldn’t decide which ones you liked best: the low, wretched, almost growl-like moans that tore out of his chest, or the higher, helpless whines that built up over and over into cries of your name. All of it was music to your ears, especially when his ass looked so good from this angle.
His arch slipped when a particular deep thrust struck his prostate, his voice going high and whiny. You tutted softly, hoisting his hips up to the proper position. “So fucking needy,” you murmured, reaching under him to grasp his cock. Not a second later, he came again into your hand, whimpering while you stroked his lower back. “Don’t tell me you’re tired already, sweet thing. You can hold your own against some of Japan’s strongest villains but you can’t handle little ol’ me?”
“You are a villain,” Kiri grumbled.
You smacked his ass, earning another squeak from him. “What did we say about talking back?” you said sternly. Though truth be told, you liked hearing the ever so cheerful Kiri getting snappy with you. It gave you ideas on how to rile him up next time you… Well, whenever he recovered from this. Judging by the dryness of your hand, he was almost done for the night. There wasn’t even any cum on the sheets this time. “You shooting blanks now, baby? Did I tucker you out?” Kiri nodded. “On your back.”
Kiri groaned as he rolled over, spreading his thighs wide and presenting himself for you. He was so big, two hundred pounds of muscle, bending to your will. You reached down to his stomach, feeling up to his chest, where his nipples had pebbled. “So fucking beautiful,” you sighed. “All this, just for me.”
“All for you,” Kiri breathed, staring up at you through half-lidded eyes, hazy with lust. His legs were trembling. “Fuck, babe, I’m exhausted…”
You hummed and heaved one of his legs up onto your shoulder, opening him up to you. “Guess we better make this one quick then, hm?” You took the strap-on in your hand and teased his entrance with it.
“God, yeah… Hnngh, fuck, just put it in me—” he hissed.
You cut him off with a hand on his throat, pressing the sides just enough to make him groan. “Color?”
“Green,” he rasped, and you slid the strap-on smoothly into him, licking your lips as he writhed underneath you. “Oh God, master, you feel incredible…”
“Yeah?” You thrust again, aiming for his prostate. Kiri whined, and you thrust again, picking a pace that had your hips snapping hard into his. His thigh was heavy on your shoulder, but you held yourself up with one hand on Kiri’s other leg, the other on his neck. You changed your grip, cupping his neck from behind, holding his head up. “You see what I’m doing to you, baby? Love seeing my cock go in and out of you so easy, so fucking hot.”
Kiri looked close to tears. “Fuck, babe, I can’t—”
“You like how I take care of you, honey?” you added, watching his cock grow heavy underneath you. He was gorgeous, sprawled out and exposed before you like a goddamn buffet. If you rolled your hips just right, the front of the harness rubbed deliciously against your clit. You shivered in spite of yourself. “Gonna be good for me?”
“So good for you, master, ohh….”
You released his throat and brought your hand to his cock, jerking him off as you thrusted. “Go ahead, baby, let go for me, you’ve earned it.”
“Ah…Oh, fffuck!” And with a few more strokes you had finished him. His hips lifted off the bed, cock straining against your hand. You almost missed the mess he would have made had his orgasm not been dry. But the look of him now, red hair mussed up, face and chest flushed, thighs trembling around you… Few things brought you greater pleasure.
You slipped the strap-on out of Kiri and quickly unbuckled the harness. You left it at the foot of the bed while you lay down on top of him, kissing his mouth, swallowing his whines and letting your hands roam his torso. You felt him soften underneath you, still shaking a bit, but he kept one hand on the small of your back, holding you to him as you slowed the kiss to a smooth and soft pace. Kiri sighed and nipped at your bottom lip, making you squeak against his mouth.
You pulled back to look at him, drinking in his post-coital glow. “You look so fucking hot right now,” you teased.
“Mm. Beginning to think you only find me cute when I’m tired.” Kiri let his head flop back against the pillows. “What does that say about you?”
You kissed his nose. “I just like my men weak enough to kneel at my feet.” Kiri chuckled. You smiled at the sight and sat up. “Let me go draw a bath for you.”
Kiri hummed appreciatively, eyes slipping closed. His hand lingered at your wrist even as you pulled away to leave the bed. “Only if you get in with me.”
“Oh, honey, that was implied.”