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"So, did you have a nice birthday?" Mina asks. She's laying sprawled out on her bed, wearing an oversized gray t-shirt from what he can see. "You're calling later than usual."

Kirishima knows she's pretending to be casual, and pretending not to care, but deep down, she's insecure about you, and concerned.

"Yeah, it was pretty good. I practiced some baseball with Bakugo and the guys and we grabbed something to eat after." He feels bad for lying to her, but the last thing he wants right now is to get into a fight. Especially not when it's so late.

He doesn't want to hear her rant about how she doesn't trust you and thinks of you as nothing more than a homewrecker. He doesn't need her manipulating him into distancing himself from you again, because that's something he'll never do. Not when he's got you this close...he doesn't want to let you go.

Luckily for him, she doesn't question it. "Well, birthday boy, I have a little present for you."

She moves away from the camera and pulls her shirt off and over her head, revealing the matching set of scarlet lingerie she's wearing.

Kirishima's mouth goes dry. She arches her back slightly, posing sensually. "You like it?"

He doesn't speak a word, just nods. She giggles at that, crawling onto her bed, and then sits in front of him, spreading her legs. His eyes wander the expanse of her beautiful body, and he can feel himself growing hard yet...all he can think about is you.

He tries to get you out of his head and focus on his girlfriend. "So, do you want to do this?"

"Fuck yes." He groans, and she giggles at his enthusiasm. He moves away from the camera, slightly, palming himself through his sweatpants, revealing the noticeable bulge in them.

Slowly, she works her panties down her legs, revealing her wet cunt. He eyes it hungrily, pushing his sweatpants down his legs and leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

Mina moves her hands behind her back, going to unclip her bra, but Kirishima stops her. "No, keep it on."

She grins at that, before slowly dragging her hand down her stomach, eventually touching herself, rubbing her clit softly. She moans in sensitivity, giving it a few more rubs, before reaching over and grabbing her vibrator.

Kirishima slips his cock out of his boxers, spitting on his hand, using the mix of his spit and precum as a lubricant. She switches on the pink bullet-shaped vibrator, and moves it over her clit, jolting from the sensation.

"Does that feel good?" Kirishima purrs, enjoying the sight of her. "Yeah, but it would feel better if it was you. I miss you so much, baby."

"Miss you too." He groans, continuing to stroke himself. "Wish I was there, touching you instead. Wish I was sucking your cock."

"Wish I was touching you too." He admits, feeling himself throb slightly from her words. But still, it doesn't feel like it's enough.

Despite her moans, her voice, and her body, he doesn't feel into it. This doesn't feel as special as when it did once before with her. It feels like something's missing. And then he realizes. You.

That feeling, that want he gets when he thinks of you is there. But when he thinks of Mina, he feels nothing. And today, you made him feel so special, you made him feel so wanted..you're all he can think about, no matter how much he tries to tune you out. He wants you.

He continues to stroke himself, tuning Mina out and picturing you in her place. You in that lacy red bra, stroking his cock gently, asking if it's okay shyly, asking if he feels good.

He would kiss you and grab your hand gently, stopping you, wanting to make you feel good first. He would throw your legs over his shoulder, making you giggle and squeal, and would kiss his way down both of your thighs, leave hickeys as he grows closer, and then press a gentle kiss to your clit.

And you would moan and arch your back, letting him get a taste of you. You would run your hand through his hair, tugging at his scalp, and let him suck at your clit, and push two fingers inside, curling them and reaching that nice spongy spot that makes you cry out.

He would have you seeing stars, and cumming right on his tongue, and he wouldn't stop until he's satisfied, making you climax twice, maybe three times until he pulls away.

Then, he would slowly push inside you, letting you adjust to his size and start to move gently. He'd enjoy seeing your face contorting into one of pleasure, moaning out his name. He'd love the feeling of your legs wrapped around his waist, and your nails digging into his back.

The fantasy is enough to push him over the edge, and he can feel himself throbbing, imagining your voice ringing in his ears.

"Fuck, Kiri, right there"

"Don't stop, please don't stop"

"Oh god, Eiji, I'm gonna-"

"I love you Ejirou."

"Fuck, (y/n)." He groans out as he climaxes, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip. It's only after his release that he realizes what he's just done.

It feels like a bucket of frigid has been dumped on him, and he opens his eyes to see Mina, staring at him. She's quiet now, not moaning, not saying a word. The look of pleasure that was once on her face now one of horror.

"What the fuck?"

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"So, that's Kirishima, huh?" Naoki asks as he sits down beside you on the couch. It's late at night, and you're preparing to go to bed, but you just want to watch some tv first. "Yeah, he's pretty cool."

"And you bought him all that for his birthday? You never get me that much stuff." He remarks, and you know exactly where this is going.

"Don't be weird. I can buy a lot more stuff now with my own money, so of course, I'm gonna get him a lot of things. I would do the same for you. You know he has a girlfriend."

"Sure, he has a girlfriend in Tokyo. Do you know how long it takes to get to Mustafa from there? It's like twenty train rides. She lives five hours away from him. And long distance never works." You roll your eyes, giving him a soft shove.

"Shut up, you judgmental ass. He like really loves her. It's gross." You remark, making him chuckle. "And you're a hundred percent sure you don't like him?"

"A thousand percent. We're just friends, Naoki." He gives you a skeptical look.

"Whatever you say. But the way he was hugging you seemed like he felt otherwise. I give it a week, tops. Here, if he doesn't break up with her by the end of the week, you can keep this." He places two yen notes down, one 1000 and a 5000.

You grin, snatching the two notes and stuffing them in your pocket. "You're on."