#bnha eijiro x reader
Eijiro Kirishima— Bunny
cw. dumbification, force, kidnapping, noncon, sexual themes, top yandere x bottom gn!reader, yandere themes
This flat wasn’t particularly appealing, but it was serviceable. It was also the only place you could reasonably afford at this time. The positive side, and what mainly kept you here, was the assurance that you were safe. Safe from him. How long had it been? You weren’t sure. Would he know? Would you be surprised if he had been counting the seconds? You weren’t sure. It shouldn’t matter.
This flat wasn’t particularly appealing, but it was serviceable. It was also the only place you could reasonably afford at this time. The positive side, and what mainly kept you here, was the assurance that you were safe. Safe from him. How long had it been? You weren’t sure. Would he know? Would you be surprised if he had been counting the seconds? You weren’t sure. It shouldn’t matter.
You sighed and proceeded to your bed, which was a pull-out from the couch. At the very least, there was a television in front of it to divert your attention away from the situation. You lay your body on the bed as you arranged it, allowing your weight to grow heavy and rest securely. With a contented sigh, your hand reached for the nearby remote, and just as you were about to turn it on, your motions were halted by a thundering knock. Your brows wrinkled as you slowly say up, shifting your body to peer at the door. You were surprised by the loudness and abruptness of the knock, which jolted your heart and body. Your thoughts drifted to him at first, but you shook them off, assuming he wouldn’t have found you here. Maybe it was a friend visiting or the landlord wanting something? Whomever it was, the knocking didn’t stop. You rolled out of bed, rolling your eyes at the incessant pounding.
You opened the door roughly, “Yes?” You tried to hold in your displeasure but the tone had a frustration in it, revealing your true feelings. When the familiar figure loomed over you, your displeasure turned to fear. His red eyes glowed brightly, piercing yours. His wide smile revealed his teeth, they were gleaming and pointed, like those of a shark. You backed away from him, occasionally stumbling, befuddled and terrified. “H-how–…how did you find me?” You asked, your breath caught in your throat as you saw him enter the room, his footsteps heavy and resonant on the hardwood floor. His gaze swept the room, taking in the shithole you called home. His gaze then shifted to yours.
“Now you can’t just run away and think I won’t find you, Bunny.” Kirishima grinned, his nickname making you squirm. Within the heavy quiet, you both stared into one other’s eyes, despite the fact that your loud racing heart was all you could hear in your ears. “You wanna do it here, or back at our home?” With a grin on his face, he questioned, eager to watch your next move. "I’ll let you choose on the count of three, Bunny.” Your breath raced, you took another step back but you almost lost your footing when you hit the bed behind you.
“One.”
You returned his stare, and he returned yours. He was outraged, and you were afraid. You cast a sidelong glimpse at the nearby bathroom before returning your gaze to him. He cocked his head, indicating that he had picked up on it.
“Two.”
You hurried to the door, your fingers extending to the door knob, ignorant to how loud your feet echoed on the floors. “Three.” It only took a fraction of an inch to open the door, and that fraction of an inch was all it needed for him to grab your arm and drag you to the bed. You tried to pull away, scratch and bite on his hand but it was all futile. “Bad Bunny.” He threw you onto the bed, getting on top of you instantly before you could move away. “You leave without a word, hide from me for months, and when I give you the chance to let me go easy on you, you pull a small stunt like that?” His face leaned into yours, ignoring your small mutters of ‘sorry’ and ‘please’. Licking the small tear that had trailed down your cheek. When he reached your eye, he gave a small soft peck before nipping at the skin. “I feel like you want me to be provoked.”
Tearing the clothes you had on, he ignored your cries and feeble attempts at escaping his hold, he was to preoccupied at being in awe with the body he once cradled close to every night. This soft body that he knew like the back of his hand, every sensitive spot that made you twitch. How he missed it. It felt so empty in the house, he couldn’t even be near the bed, it was too quiet without you. His mind at times would play cruel tricks on him, playing sounds of your breathing and your small groans, but whenever he opened his eyes, he was disappointed and wrecked.
“Kirishima, p-please…please don’t-“ You grimaced as his palm held your cheeks roughly, but he paid it no mind. You were already naked from head to toe, the cold air stinging your skin, causing your hair stand on end.
“If it’s not you moaning my name and begging for my dick, I don’t want to hear it.” He paused, his eyes on yours for a few moments, “You don’t get to get out of this one, (y/n).”
His hand trailed towards your sex, a grin forming on his face when he notice how active it had become. Brought his ego higher. After months of not seeing him, and after all this pleading of ‘no’s’, you so easily become unravelled? Oh, now you must be playing games with him. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t absolutely love how excited you have gotten. You may object but your body pleads for his touch and love, and he will be nothing if not eager to give you just that and more. Playing further to have you ready, his eyes went over to watch your face and he was nothing be pleased to what he had found.
Glassy eyes, parted lips and pink stained cheeks. No matter how much you tried to deny and hold back, his fingers were reeling out pleasures that no person could have the ability to do. You bit on your lips, hard , you didn’t want to egg him on with your moans but his thumb had pulled your bottom lip and that opened a whole symphony that thrilled his heart. And just as you were close to reaching your high, he stopped. You looked up in confusion as to his sudden pause, but you were met with his dick lining up to your entrance enthusiastically. Your hands flew to his chest to stop him but it as futile. His tip entered slowly right before plowing his entire length without warning.
Without a chance for you to get used to his huge dick or at the least bit regain some sort of regular breathing, he began to thrust vigorously, desperately.The sounds of skin slapping, moans from you and grunts from him creating a melody carried within the dim lit room. You were no longer shouting ‘no’s’ or crying to be left alone, this time you were moaning to your hearts content, whimpering every time he huge cock hit that bundle that made your body soar. With no regard for the outside world or anyone else, Kirishima continued to thrust with such manic speed, only pausing for a small amount of time to join his lips on yours. Kissing you as if it was the last kiss he would have of you. Filled with lust and desperation. He was in complete control over you in this moment.
You were fucked dumb, only muttering incoherent sentences and his name pooling out of your mouth as though he was a god. And in his mind, he felt that be was in this present moment. Actually, whenever he was with you, he felt empowered and strong. When you disappeared, weakness seeped into him and he was left insecure with emptiness in heart. But not anymore, not when he’s going to cage you, persuade you that he is the only one you will ever need in this life.
“Kiri! Kirishima…aahh! C-cumming…Kiriiii!” You whined his name, the build up of the pleasure coming to an end, and it seemed as it was the same for him as his speed doubled and groans of your name escaped his lips. His hands gripped your hips painfully tight, pushing and pulling your body onto his thick member. Fast paced and heavy, your feet curled and eyes rolled at the release that violently hit you. Kirishima followed right after. Pumping you full with cum while you covered him with your own liquids. He whimpered your name and collapsed on top of you. He refused to pull out just yet, savouring the feeling of your tight hole hugging his recovering dick. He was trying his best to not crush you with his weight, but he was worn out from cumming so hard.
As the pleasure was running its course, Kirishima’s hand snaked from beneath you and curled around your body. His eyes closing in peace, his head resting against your chest as his ears listened in on your heartbeats, making him almost drift to sleep. “I’ll clean you up, and then we’ll leave and go home, okay Bunny?” He certainly wasn’t asking for permission, nor will he ever when it came to something like this. How could he? When he held you tight like this, and imagined scenarios of the two of you living the rest of your lives tightly knit together, there was no way he would give you the chance to leave, he couldn’t afford losing you— not again.
