(( NOT A Y/N - READER FANFIC. THIS IS A OC x CHARACTER FANFIC. ORIGINALLY A TWITTER FIC THREAD ))
Betrayal, blood, and violence were fun in the younger days of Eijirou Kirishima. Once he came out as part of the Liberation Front Army and the traitor...
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The light of the curtain shined through the curtain against Evangeline's face, and she let out a mumble. Her eyes slowly opened to adjust to the sunlight. Her hand moved up to rub her eye with a soft yawn. There was a weight on her hip, and she looked down at a sheet over her lower half and Eijirou's arm over it while he held onto her. He must have wrapped her in a sheet so he could hold her last night. A soft giggle came out of her lips as she closed her eyes.
Last night was intense.
She applauded his stamina and drive to go as long as he did. Every move he made was to benefit her first before he focused on his pleasure. He didn't care about her quirk; he just wanted her last night. He kissed, licked, and sucked on her skin when others would avoid it. When he fucked her, it was the most feral she's ever seen in a man. Eijirou was passionate like a feral animal.
It was exciting to see him be that way with her.
Eijirou sleeping behind her, and snoring made her giggle. She gently turned her body around to look at his sleeping face. She made sure not to get too close to his skin and kept the sheet as a barrier between them.
The poor guy is so tired.
She studied the scars on his face and along his body. He must have been a retired hero or a possible vigilante. Her hand reached forward to push away hair out of his face. She tucked it behind his ear and traced the scar in his eyelid with her nail. She was trying to be gentle so she wouldn't wake him. Her nails tailed down to the scars on his face and she hummed softly.
He has such a handsome face.
She moved her hand down to trace along his veins that popped out against his arms down to his hand. Being careful to only use her nails and not her fingertips. His mouth twitched before his nose scrunched up and let out a grunt. She quickly moved her hand back to giggle.
"Morning," he mumbled.
"Did I wake you? I'm sorry." Evangeline whispered.
"I don't mind." Eijirou hummed. "I got to wake up to a pretty face."
Evangeline blushed as she pushed her hair behind her ear. "You're so sweet."
"How are you feeling? I was rough with you last night," he asked as he propped himself up on his elbow.
"I'm okay. Just a little sore." she blushed. "What about you, sir?"
"I could go a few more rounds."
Evangeline gasped. "Sir!"
Eijirou moved to pin her hands down on the mattress. She looked up at him flustered and he smirked at her. Her heart pounded against her chest.
He leaned forward to whisper into her ear. "I'm only kidding, kitten. I know you're tired."
"But—"
"No, if you give me permission, I won't let you leave this bed." Eijirou gently kissed the nape of her neck.
