COLLYWOBBLES • collection of short ff's

- K. Eijiro | smut

character: kirishima eijiro
pronouns used: he/him/his
genre: smut
triggers: light self-degrading, praise kink, handjob, quickie, semi-public
synopsis: kirishima is struggling with his self-worth, but he has the reader by his side to reassure him
side note: ass. again, so sorry

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kirishima was a strong individual. he showed this in many ways. his build, his personality, his attitude. everything about him was desirable to others. many wanted a self-confidence. they wanted to show themselves out to the world like he did, and gain many friends and followers like he did. they wanted to be like kirishima. he was their role model.

he was glad he came off the way he wanted. he wanted to be others role models. he wanted to seem strong to others. however, the true him was nothing like this. he was a nervous wreck, overthinking things he shouldn't be thinking about. everything didn't feel like enough. he needed to be more. he needed to be better. it wasn't enough.

the same thoughts tumbled through his head while he was out with his boyfriend, who he felt very lucky to have. kirishima was surprised someone as good as his lover would want to be with him, even after seeing all of his flaws. they were out buying clothes for the trip they planned on having for one of their breaks.

"do you have to come in with me..?" kirishima muttered, standing in front a changing stall. he wanted to try on a few clothes before he bought them, and (m/n) wanted to come inside with him.

"huh? i mean, it shouldn't be that big of a deal. c'mon, let's hurry so we can go home," he pushed the two of them inside, sitting down on one of the benches while kirishima changed.

he was hesitant, but kiri slowly pulled of his shirt. he couldn't help but cringe at himself in the mirror he stood in front of. he was quick to slip on the shirt. it felt a little too tight on his body.

"how do you feel? i think it looks nice," (m/n) hummed, pulling kirishima by his waste so he could face him.

"it's a little tight."

"what? but it's hanging loose all around here.." he pulled at the hanging fabric near kirishima's midriff. the red head crossed his arms over his stomach, turning away again.

"i dunno, i don't think i like it..."

they were silent, (m/n) staring at his boyfriend through the mirror. kirishima could tell– (m/n) was reading him like a book.

kirishima sighed, "look, (m/n), i think—"

"no, no. it's okay. c'mere." he didn't wait for his lover to move, instead, just pulling him down onto his lap. "i don't know how many times i have to tell you, but i'll say it as much as it's needed. you're absolutely gorgeous, eijiro."

the red head blushed, his eyes looking away from his lover. "i mean..."

"you better agree with me. don't say anything unless you're agreeing. you're amazing– absolute perfection. your body should be the the smallest thing you're concerned about. you're hot, kirishima." he grinned watching as he lover grew more and more flustered as he continued speaking.

"stop it, (m/n).." kirishima muttered, shuffling on his lover's legs.

"mmh, and why should i?" it didn't take much to notice the bulge in kirishima's pants that grew over time. this was a normal occurrence, anyway, so he expected it to happen. "don't worry.. since you're such a good boy, i'll take care of it."

"but– ngh, (m/n)," kirishima lightly held his partner's forearm as it went down to his crotch, his cock tingling as it was caressed over his pants and boxers.

"you always let out the prettiest sounds for me, eijirou.." the dominant male smiled, unbuttoning and unzipping the pants with ease he pulled out his lovers hard cock, running his finger over the leaking tip. "so wet, too... does it make you feel nice, knowing how much of a good boy you are? hm?"

eijirou couldn't answer, his sharp teeth sunk into his lip as he watched his dick being worked with. his body had a slight tremble, and his hips would thrust forward into the hand around him a few times.

"answer me, baby. i want you to tell me."

kirishima nodded his head. "y- yes!.. i love being your good boy, (m/n)."

the other grinned at his lover's words, placing soft kisses to his lips and neck. "yeah, i'm so proud of you. thank you for answering, love. you never let me down."

"yes– ngh, (m/n), thank you. thank you, ahh.." he moaned. his mouth hung agape, letting drool fall down his chin. he looked blissful.

"keep quiet, eiji. you're doing so good. you're so amazing.." he continued with his compliments as he masterfully worked his hand on kirishima's cock. the red head couldn't stop his hips from thrusting up to his lover's hand.

his eyes leaked with tears, finding it hard to hold back his moans with the immense amount of pleasure he received. (m/n) always made him feel good, and the praise and validation he got for him as well was always the icing on the cake. "ngh.. ah, ah– gonna cum, i'm gonna cum. (m/n), please, nghh.."

the lead gave the other what he wanted, giving quick thrusts with his hands. kirishima threw his head back, slapping a hand over his mouth as he released a loud moan. his body twitched heavily from the orgasm, the white fluid lying on (m/n) hand. as he calmed himself, he laid his head on his lover's shoulder, too tired to move.

(m/n) hummed to himself, licking his hand clean and fixing kirishima so he looked decent. he took his red headed lover into his arms and walked out of the changing room, leaving the store.

"but.. the clothes.." kirishima muttered.

"don't worry, we'll come back again. i'm afraid we have something to handle at home before we do anything else."

the red head blushed, but kept his mouth closed as his boyfriend grinned at him cheekily.