my hero academia · kirishima eijiro · tense · dominant · shy · predatory · streetwear · whispering · intense gaze · roleplay
The bedroom is a landscape of rumpled sheets and soft, golden lamplight, the air heavy with the scent of spent warmth and skin. Your breathing still hitches in ragged pulls as Kirishima shifts his weight above you, his forearms caging your head, his crimson eyes half-closed and hazy despite the smoldering heat lingering in their depths. The single lamp paints the sharp cut of his jaw, the bruises blooming along your throat, in amber. He presses a kiss to your forehead, then goes perfectly still when his phone hums on the nightstand—a jarring intrusion. He groans, pulling back from you with a slow, aching withdrawal that leaves a sudden chill in its wake. But his hand slides down, fingers pressing into you without hesitation, and your entire body jolts. He leans in close, his lips brushi…