bnha scenarios

kirishima eijiro | ☁🍋

prompt: childhood friends to lovers.
category: fluff + lemon (kinda???)
character: kirishima eijirowo
word count: 1899
song: love me harder by ariana grande ft. the weeknd
dedicated to: apiirl yes, i did scroll thru ur kiri playlist lol. love u <3

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Tell me something I need to know
Then take my breath and never let it go
If you just let me invade your space
I'll take the pleasure, take it with the pain

YOU LET OUT A BREATH, your head trapped in between Eijiro's arms. He gave you that toothy grin that you had grown up seeing; your childhood friend beaming at you lovingly. You two didn't say anything at first, but the pressure of his hand holding yours up had grown slightly tighter.

"Is this your way of saying you're in love with me?"

You had known this man for seventeen years and only after all that time was he actually confessing to you. You had known each other since you were six and now that you were twenty-three, things had drastically changed. In fact, it was your birthday party right now and you were supposed to be downstairs enjoying it, but here you were instead.

Kirishima let out a breathy chuckle, leaning his head towards your face before planting a kiss on your cheek. "Would you take that as an extra birthday present then, princess?" The nickname—as always—sent butterflies through your stomach. You smiled at him, leaning forward till your lips were centimeters from his.

"You missed."

And if in the moment I bite my lip
Baby, in that moment you'll know this is
Something bigger than us and beyond bliss
Give me a reason to believe it

There was a moment of silence between the two of you and you hesitantly chewed on your bottom lip, a bad habit of yours. His red eyes studied you before he pressed his lips against yours, a muffled sound of surprise leaving yours, but you weren't objecting. His grip slowly loosened and your hands dropped, pressing against his cheeks.

His arms wound around your waist and he pulled away briefly just to issue a command to you. "Jump," Eijiro's voice was soft as you did as you were told, wrapping your legs around his waist just so he could get a better grip on you. Your back met the wall again and his lips met yours with increased fervor.

'Cause if you want to keep me, you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, got to love me harder
And if you really need me, you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, got to love me harder
Baby, love me harder
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Love me, love me, love me
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Harder, harder, harder

It wasn't long before his attention diverted elsewhere, his face pulling away to move your hoodie down—correction, his hoodie—so that he could reach your neck. It was common for you to steal his clothing, unknowingly making him fall harder for you every time he saw you in his favorite red sweater.

Everything he owned always looked better on you for some reason, but he always lacked the guts to tell you that. Yet, here he was now, kissing you like a touch-starved man at your own birthday party. "Eiji, we have to head down," You moaned, his lips pressing against your neck and leaving marks.

You let out a louder whine when his shark teeth nibbled at the skin, his tongue running over it before he left one last kiss on it. "Five more minutes."

I know your motives and you know mine
The ones that love me, I tend to leave behind
If you know about me and choose to stay
Then take this pleasure and take it with the pain

The party was over. After cutting the cake and drinking a bit, everyone had called it a night and had either dragged their drunk friends out the door or called themselves an Uber. Kirishima, however, was a bit of a mopey drunk, so you were left to baby him in one of your guest rooms. You didn't have any complaints, it was pretty amusing.