Well I’ll be damned. I leave this blog alone for weeks and there’s over 1K of y’all. Thanks for still giving lots of love to my Dilf!Kiri and Incel!Tomura… maybe I’ll write again some day

Kink Prompts✨

Character: Kirishima

Kink: Dry Humping

A/N: This was cooked up in a discord server I’m part of. We roll a random kink and then pick a character to write a drabble for. This was supposed to be short but it got outta hand fast…

TW: age difference (Kiri is 21 and Reader is 38), femm dom undertones, Virgin!Kiri, dry humping, size kink (he’s a big boi)

You knew going into things that you might have to be… careful… with Kirishima. The day that the literal ray of sunshine walked into your agency and locked eyes with you, you saw it. The same emotion you’d seen mirrored back to you many, many times in the decade or so you’d had your agency… young heroes’ eyes filled with devotion.

“Aww,” you’d inwardly cooed to yourself, ”This one’s gonna have it bad.”

These kinds of newbies were probably your favorites. The Golden Retriever Himbos with all the enthusiasm and gumption you could ask for. They made great assets on any mission and you won’t lie… great assets to have on speed dial when it’s 2:00am and your toys just aren’t cutting it for you…

But you shook that notion out of your head. You’re pushing 40 now and have to be more selective. You don’t really have the time or the desire to juggle as many partners as you once did. You tell Nemuri all the time you don’t know how she has the patience for it…

“Oh wow! Ms. (hero name)! I-it’s such an honor to be working at your agency! I promise I’m going to be the best intern you’ve EVER had! It wouldn’t be very manly of me to not give it my all!”

You’re taken aback when the giant of a young man bows low before you then snaps his head up, back still parallel to the floor, flashing a sharp toothed grin your way.

A giggle escapes you involuntarily as you look over to your old friend who is shaking his head at his young assistant’s enthusiastic greeting.

“Manly huh? Fat, this must be the Crimson Riot fanboy you’ve taken under your wing then…”

You ruffle the top of his head, only within reach because he was bowed before you…

(and fuck that hero costume… it almost looks like he’s wearing a muzzle… goddamn, if you could collar him and…)

NO. BAD Y/N

The delicious blush color that dusts his cheeks does nothing to diminish the filthy thoughts you’re having about him….

He finally straightens, clearing his throat.

“Yup that’s him alright,” Fatgum beams at the young man, clearly very proud to have him in his care, “Wouldn’t be standing here today without the Sturdy Hero Red Riot having my back.”

He claps the young man on the back and his blush spreads even further.

“fucking adorable” you think to yourself.

“Well boys,” you turn to show them the way to their office, “Let me show you where home will be for the next couple months.”

You hold eye contact with the redhead just a little longer than needed… you can’t help yourself…

And you love feeling his gaze strip you out of your spandex suit…

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You knew better… you fucking knew better! But you’re only human and when you’d run into Kirishima leaving the agency gym with his friend

(who GATDAMN was just as beefy and… did he have metal surrounding his eyes? What are they feeding these boys?) covered in sweat and panting… you weren’t physically able to deny going out for a drink with them.

“Maybe they’ll have a senior citizen special,” you scoffed, “Why do you brats wanna hang out with an old lady like me?” You joked. They both scrambled.

“No way Ms. (hero name)!” The big silver haired man said (some weird name that started with a T) rounding on his heels to face you, “You’re hella cool!”

You waved him away with a smirk (you liked the attention. So fuckin what? You deserved to feel special, dammit)

Next thing you know, a big warm hand is enclosing the one you’d been waving. Now it was you who blushed (which was absolutely not easy to do)… the only other set of hands you’d ever had on you that were this big were Toshinori’s pair.

fuck

You were fucked

“Ms y/n,” your name coming from Kiri’s lips with a ‘Ms’ in front of it was doing things to you, “38 isn’t old at all. And besides, you’re super strong and smart! Plus you look better than any other hero -any other woman- that…”

A massive hand lands on his shoulder stopping his little speech and bringing him back to reality. He blushes furiously when he realizes how he’d been spilling his guts. You want to eat him up.

The guy with a T name chuckles nervously, “Okay bro, I think she gets it…”

Kirishima let’s go of your hand and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Heh, right,” crimson orbs meet yours, “But seriously! Don’t talk about yourself like you’re too old or something! It’s just not true…” he finishes softly looking at his feet.

Oh no

No no no

He was really sweet…

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What led to you leading your much younger intern up the stairs to your flat was all a blur. Two cocktails to give you a little liquid courage and seeing him in that two fucking sizes too small black tee solidified your plan to take him home…

As soon as you were inside, he was on you, crowding you against the door…

You reached up to hold his face gently, rubbing your nose along his jawline.

“Oh fuck… s-sorry” he whimpered, knees buckling slightly. You grinned into his skin.

“You okay there, big boy? I haven’t even kissed you yet…” your bottom lip barely grazes the skin on his neck and you seriously worry for a split second a 6’5” beast of a man will fall into you.

This man, this perfect beautiful mountain of a man, whines at that…

“A-actually there’s something I-“ you keep rubbing your nose along his jawline, humming to let him know you’re listening, “Christ, y/n I’m a virgin.”

His last statement rushes out in one breath and you freeze.

“Okay baby” you purr (god why is this making you so wet?), “Don’t worry.”

You meet his gaze. He looks terrified.

“We don’t have to do anything, you know?” You reassure him, “promise” you give him your most comforting smile.

And oh shit that does it for Kiri. Being nurtured by the pro hero he’d had a crush on his whole life? Yes, please. He’s thanking whatever gods there are that made this happen.

“I do… wanna… you know…” he mutters, not meeting your gaze.

You chuckle and wrap your arms around his neck. “Kiri baby,” at that, his eyes lock onto yours, something dark in his gaze, “I won’t fuck you tonight” he wilts at that, but you’re quick to ease his fears.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun, though” you hook an ankle around his tree trunk of a calf and pull him back into you.

His 1000 watt grin returns to his face and before you know it, you’re flung into the air being held bridal style.

You laugh as he marches you both down your darkened hallway.

“First door on the right, big boy”

“Yes ma’am!”

Yeah… you could get used to this

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Kirishima was very vocal. Easily the most vocal you’d been with (the boy even gave Mic a run for his money) and you loved it.

“O-oh m-ms…. Ms y/n… I can’t icanticanticant…”

“Wassamatter baby boy?” you purr into his ear, grinding sopping wet silk against his denim clad bulge, “use your words or I can’t help”

“I-I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop…”

You tangled your fingers into the long, red locks that had fallen from his messy bun and rolled your hips against him once more.

“What if I want you to?” You ask, softly biting his kiss-bruised lower lip, “What if I wanna make you a complete mess. Hmm?” You kiss him deeper, moaning into his mouth. His massive hands are digging into your ass, pressing you down on him even harder.

“Make a mess for me, baby…”

That’s all it takes for him to be pushed over the edge, releasing violently into his tight jeans.

“Oh mmmm….” He burrows his face into your neck as spurt after spurt of hot liquid seeps through the denim, in turn soaking your cunt even more… “m-mama….”

It’s so quiet that you barely catch it and he freezes… waiting to be scolded no doubt.

“I’m sorry! That’s so weird! I-I dunno what-“

“Shh,” you kiss all over his neck, savoring the thin sheen of sweat you’d worked up on his skin “I like it…”

“You… you do?” His eyes are so round they’re almost owlish and you can help but smile.

“Mmmhmm….” You pull hard on his hair for just a moment, “I’ll be your mommy, Kirishima”

He shudders and you feel his cock (FUCKING TROUSER ANACONDA) twitch back to life.

You laugh outright and he groans, face thumping to your shoulder.

He mumbles adorably, something about this not being fair, and you rise up to leave.

There he is, looking up at you like a lost puppy awaiting instructions… shirtless and jeans filled with come…. And you couldn’t be happier.

“C’mon baby boy…. Bath time,” before you can even blink, you’re scooped up into massive arms again and his face is nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“Yes ma’am”

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