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nekomamiiz · 6 months

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eyes on me

kirishima x f!reader

wc: 3.8k

warnings: all characters aged up 21+, mention of alcohol consumption, use of marijuana, established relationship, mutual teasing, size kink?, dry humping, oral (m. receiving), slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, no prep, p**sy taps, slight breeding, mating press, creampie, cockwarming, kiri's monster coque is a warning all in its own ;)

a/n: i was hoping to get this out for baby boys birthday, but i got hit with a bad case of writers block for almost a whole month so here we are lol, also wanna say a huge thank you to @a-shy-blueberry for beta reading this bad boy, ilysm bb ! i made a playlist for this fic and you can listen here if you want to. i hope y'all like it and remember reblogs are always appreciated <3

When you and Kirishima came home from the club, you crashed onto the bed together in a mess of teeth and tongue, tracing the curves of each other’s bodies with your needy hands. Your minds are still caught in the drunken haze of spending the night dancing so close to one another. The entire time you were at the club venue, all you could think of were his rough hands on your skin.

Now, here you are. Your dress is on the floor, his clothes are thrown around the room, and you lay on top of him with your thighs straddling his.

Kiri has one arm around you, his hand rubbing down your bareback—fingertips tickling your spine just right as you tremble in his arms. His hand is inching closer down to your ass, and he gives it a soft squeeze, chuckling into the kiss.

“Baby,” he pouts. “I’ve been waiting all night to get you home,” he says, pulling back to look in your eyes, his hand caressing your cheek. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

You, however, had other plans.

The moment you set foot in the bedroom, you were reminded of the joint you rolled before the two of you left for the club. It was supposed to be enjoyed prior to your outing, but you both had gotten distracted. Now, you see it from the corner of your eye and can’t resist pulling away from him to reach for it.

“I know, but this has been waiting for us the whole time we were gone,” you say, pouting as you sit upright in his lap.

You put your hand flat on his stomach for balance, and you don’t miss the opportunity to dig your nails into the grooves of muscle that reside on his abdomen. He watches you; his ruby eyes fixed on your every movement as you place the rolled substance between your lips. You then move the joint to the corner of your mouth.

“Can you light it for me?” you ask, handing him the lighter. The joint dances between your lips as you speak, which garners a chuckle from Eijirou as he reaches for the object in question.

He grabs the lighter from your fingers, twirling it between his for a second. You watch how he moves the object between each digit with so much skill.

You would know how skilled those fingers are.

Shifting your weight, you move on top of him, grinding your clothed pussy against the fabric of his boxers. The material creates amazing friction for the two of you, and he groans from your movement, dropping the lighter on his stomach.

“Stop teasing and let me focus,” he hisses at you, chuckling at your playfulness.

He admires the way your breasts bounce in front of him, and he’s mesmerized at how gorgeous you are; that’s all the time, really. He stares for a moment with no other thought in his mind as he holds the lighter to the paper, flicking it to life.

Then you take a deep breath, the citrus-tasting smoke invades your lungs, and you hold it for a second or two. You blow out, leaning forward to get it in his face, and Eijirou feels high already just from the sight of you.

“Feel better?” he asks as he tosses the lighter back onto the nightstand.

Large hands find your hips, and he digs his thumbs into your sides, massaging the skin softly, pinching and squeezing. He’s starting to move your body, just a little bit. Beginning with a slow, comfortable grind against his cock, and you moan, taking another hit from the joint.

You only hum in response. The weed is already clouding your mind, and the way his hands feel on your body is driving you crazy. “Feels so good,” you say breathily.

It takes a while to notice that you’ve been waving the joint around, hogging it from Eijirou. The feeling of his cock hardening beneath you has you moaning in pure ecstasy as the marijuana sets into your body.

He is all you can focus on as you take another drag from the joint and pass it his way.

“Just love to keep me waiting, don’t you?” he asks, grabbing the paper, then twisting his body to flick some ash into the tray on the nightstand.

He settles back onto the bed, placing the herb between his lips, smirking at you—his pointed teeth handle the joint with so much care, and you return the smile to him. You begin rutting against him softly once more—this time, your hands wander lower, toying with the waistband of his boxers and tugging it down slowly.

“You know I love a patient man,” you say in a low voice, “and teasing you is all part of the fun.”

Your fingers have managed to roll his shorts down far enough to expose the mess of black hair that trails down to the base of his cock. He shudders from your touch, hips bucking underneath you, the length of him brushing against your inner thigh.

You move down lower on the bed, wiggling your ass in the air as you get comfortable in a new position—face to face with Eiji’s cock, nestled right between his thick thighs.

You wrap your hand around his shaft, moving up and down as you twist your wrist to stimulate him further. There’s a bead of precum forming at the tip, and you massage it into the rest of his length with your thumb, swiping it over his sensitive head.

Eijirou takes another hit from the joint, holding it in a little longer than the last. He releases the smoke through his nose and mouth with a heavy sigh, feeling every twist and squeeze of your hand more intensely than before. His eyes are on yours, watching as you settle on your knees, letting your lips hover just above the tip of his cock.

He holds his breath, watching you spit on his dick. Your saliva dribbling down the ridges of his cock, onto your fingers—letting the length of him slip and slide easily through your talented little hand.

“So fucking pretty,” he says softly, moaning a quiet fuck right after that.

You look up at him with heavy eyelids and see his eyes are closed, and his head is tossed back. He still has the joint between his lips; you aren’t bothered to ask for some, though.

With a giggle and cute smile, you kiss the tip of his dick before taking him in your mouth. Slowly at first, letting your tongue swirl around the head, stimulating the underside of him as you keep going further down.

You’re beginning to feel the stretch in your jaw; he’s so thick and hot on your tongue that you let out a slight whine to accommodate the rest of him. He bucks into your mouth, the sound makes your throat tighten around his cock, and he grunts—low and deep.

It’s so messy. Spit and pre trails all the way down his balls, and you feel him shiver when you pick up the pace. Your hand squeezes the base of him a little tighter, and he can no longer hold his voice back.

“Ah shit, that feels so good,” he rasps as one hand finds the back of your head.

He holds you in place, his cock halfway in your mouth, and the tip of him is already bumping the back of your throat. You only hum and swirl your tongue on each side of him, making sure to stimulate the tip. Kiri thrusts into your mouth when you wiggle your tongue over the ridges of his cock—moaning your name as he tosses his head back again.

He takes another hit after flicking more ash off to the side. The hand that was on your head has now found its way to your cheek—caressing it softly and wiping away the small tears that slip from your eyes.

“My pretty girl,” he moans, and some puffs of smoke follow his words.

You hum at his praise, taking him deeper as you slide your hand down to his balls, cupping and massaging them in one hand. Eijirou can’t control his hips and starts thrusting faster into your mouth—slow for now, but it’s only a matter of time before he puts both hands on your head and really fucks your throat. He’s still looking at you while taking hits from the joint, blowing the smoke into your face each time you take him deeper.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum,” he groans, and you can feel his balls twitch in your grasp.

You pull off and away from him with a wet ‘pop’ as you reposition yourself back onto his thighs. While leaning over to plant a kiss on his chest, you slip your panties off, discarding them into a dark corner of the room.

“You’re the worst,” he grumbles as you move to grab the joint from his fingers. “I was about to—”

He was about to cum, but there’s only one place you want it.

“I know,” you admit as you wrap your free hand around him, pumping a few times. He’s still slick with your spit, and you rub the tip of his dick through your folds, catching your clit as another rush of your arousal seeps out of you.

“Only want your cum inside me,” you gasp as you lower yourself onto his cock.

Eijirou quickly puts his hands on your hips, supporting you as you adjust to his thick size. He can feel the way your pussy squeezes and resists the intrusion, but you simply don’t care. As you bring the joint to your lips, you shift your hips to take his entire length inside you, and the two of you moan in tandem at the feeling of your walls stretching to fit him in.

“Oh f-fuck,” you keen, feeling him reach the deepest part of you.

The tip of his dick hits a spot that makes you tremble, and he grips into your skin to keep you steady—massaging your sides to calm you down. It’s not until you roll your hips once, then twice, that you fully adjust to his size. He’s so thick—you can feel every vein, ridge, and twitch of his cock each time your pussy squeezes a little tighter. It’s a feeling you will never get used to but will always find immense pleasure in each time.

You don’t even have the sense to pay attention to the joint. Not when Eijirou holds you like this, keeping you seated on his cock as you let him squeeze and tickle your body. By now, the marijuana has had enough time to settle into your system. Evident in how you can feel every slow, heavy thrust of his dick while his hands explore your body. As if he hasn’t been doing it forever already.

Finally, you take a drag and let it settle in your mouth before leaning forward—your eyes fixed on bright ruby gems staring lustfully back at you, waiting patiently.

You place your hand on his chest for balance, coming face to face with him as your lips hover above his. The smoke spills from your pursed lips and into Kiri’s waiting mouth, where he sucks down the substance as if it were oxygen. The source of such an intense body high just came from your mouth, and he’s always eager for more of that feeling.

As you both release the last bit of smoke from your lungs, Kiri takes the joint from your hands and places it on the nightstand. He puts out the cherried end quickly and moves even faster to get both hands back on you.

When he comes back to you, you take it upon yourself to pepper little kisses on his neck and collarbones. Reveling in the way he twitches and squirms beneath you when you lap over the column of his throat. The deep groan he lets out when you bite down makes you shiver and tighten up. The both of you are so sensitive and pent up from such a long night, and now that he finally has you the way he’s wanted, he’s going to enjoy every minute of it.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” he grunts, taking a deep breath.

He places both feet on the bed and holds you up for a moment before slowly settling you back down on his cock. The muscles in his arms strain from the effort, but you know it’s easy for him. He’s tossed you around much more than this; he always has such a thrilling look in his eye that keeps you begging for more when he does.

Kirishima moves one hand to the small of your back, wandering lower to get a handful of your ass. He squeezes the flesh harder, demanding you get closer to him, so you do. You lean in closer, and he presses you down, prompting you to relax your body on top of him.

You find his lips and kiss him sloppily, feeling the heat of his tongue on yours as you drag it along the bottom row of his teeth and moan into the kiss as goosebumps rise on your skin. You’ve waited all night to be this close to him, this full of him.

He supports you with one hand on the back of your neck and the other gripping your ass. Right now, he’s in complete control of the pace. Meeting your hips with slow, sweet thrusts as he bounces you on top of him. The tip of his dick is gently massaging a spot that makes you freeze, clamping down on his cock as he hits even deeper, wrapping his arms around you to hold you closer.

“Eiji, that feels good,” you breathe out, panting and moaning in his ear as you brush your cheek against his.

Turning his head slightly, he finds your lips, desperately searching for your tongue so he can tease you with his. Warm, wet flicks on your lower lip make you whine as you part them slightly, letting his tongue invade every corner of your mouth. The same way he invades every part of you.

“Yeah, baby? Right there?” he asks, picking up the pace as his thrusts become a little harder, hitting with more precision.

Slick sounds fill the room, and the slap of his balls on your ass gets increasingly louder. Eijirou is beginning to get lost in the feeling of your pussy gripping onto him so tightly, practically begging for his cum without having to say so. He grips your hips tighter, moving you at an angle that makes him groan, and he bites his lip to keep from spilling his load too soon.

“Baby,” you sigh, shaking in his arms as you wrap yours around his shoulders. “I’m gonna cum.”

The groan that comes from deep within his chest sounds more like a growl as he sits upright, cradling you in his arms. You easily wrap your legs around his waist and bury your fingers in the mess of hair at the base of his neck.

You whine into his mouth, and heat rapidly builds in your core as your first orgasm rips through you. Eijirou smoothes his hands over your hips while you babble sweet praises in his ear. He’s moving you slightly, building you back up, and savoring the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock so deliciously.

Both your thighs are sticky with your cream as he rolls you over on the bed, positioning himself on top of you. His cock slips out of you, and you pout from the loss, scratching at his chest and arms. Trying desperately to get him back inside, rolling your hips to meet his, but he holds you down with one hand.

“Shh, don’t worry, sweetheart,” he coos softly, kissing your cheek as he thumbs at your swollen clit. His cock is hot and heavy against your inner thigh, and you keep moving your legs up and down his sides, attempting to trap him between your thighs.

“Gotta be patient. Remember?” he says, teasing you the way you did earlier, now toying with your wet pussy. His long fingers gather your slick and spread it through your folds, circling your clit and giving it a light tap.

You jump from the sensation and feel the shock it sends through your body long after he does it. Those skilled fingers work you in a way that only he knows, and you mewl, bucking your hips as you beg for more.

“Please, Eiji,” you whimper softly, craning your neck in search of his lips. “Want your cum.”

It’s the desperate furrow in your brow that makes him cave—as much as he likes to tease you; he loves watching you beg and cry for him much more. He plants a soft kiss on your cheek as he takes his cock in his hand, coating his shaft with your slick and teasing your entrance with the tip.

“So needy for me, baby,” he says with soft laughter that quickly dies once the head of his cock slips inside of you. “Still so fucking tight.”

He grits his teeth as he eases the rest of his length inside you, all while he rubs soothing circles into your hips and thighs. You’re so soft and pliant beneath him that all he has to do is kiss you to have you falling apart one more time. His hand moves from your hips, finding its way back to your pussy and thumbing at your clit.

It takes a moment for you to adjust to his size again. You’re still squeezing him so tight, and he can see that you’re struggling to fit the rest of him in. One of his arms moves beside your head, and he leans into you, supporting his weight on his elbow. He brushes his hand over your forehead and wipes some sweat off your brow, melting at the sight of your face twisted in burning pleasure.

Your eyes are closed, and brows pinched as he flicks your clit faster, feeling you open up for him just a little more.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he coos into your ear, and he doesn’t miss the slight gasp that escapes you when he softly presses down on your swollen nub, “Eyes on me, baby,” he whispers to you sweetly.

You whimper his name before your eyes flutter open, looking at him through hazy eyes as you bite your lip and relax in his arms. All you can do is slur the words please, and yes, and Eijirou quickly kisses your lips, swallowing up your cries for more.

The pace he built up has lost its previous rhythm, but the soft smacking of skin on skin stays the same. He’s nearing his end, and you can see it in the way he looks down at you—his eyes darkening, and his brows creased in complete ecstasy. He looks so handsome like this.

“Want you to fill me up, Eijirou,” you beg with persistence, arching your back to push your tits against his chest, desperate to get him close again.

He chuckles lightly, this time because of the way you’ve been begging for his cum all night. He knows you’re a needy little thing, and you won’t stop until you get what you want. So, he takes both legs in his hands and pushes your thighs into your chest as he successfully folds you into a mating press.

Finally, he thinks, as he bottoms out inside your sweet pussy, feeling your juices gush out of you and down the crack of your ass. Finally, he gets to have you a filthy mess beneath him, at his mercy. You yelp and moan in this position, unable to keep your sounds in because he reaches so deep like this and fills you up so well; it’s almost sinful.

He places your ankles over his shoulders as he hunches over, caging your head between his strong arms and placing soft kisses on the skin of your calf before planting more on your pouty cheeks.

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you,” he reassures you as his hips smack more feverishly against yours, his breath fanning hot above your lips. “Fuck, ‘m gonna fill you up,” he groans as he leans in to take your lips in an all-consuming kiss. The two of you breathe heavily, reaching the highest peak of pleasure at the same time as the other.

His hips come flush with yours, balls twitching as he spills ropes of hot cum deep inside your pussy. You can feel the thick ring of cum collected at the base of his dick and the way it squelches between you when he moves his hips. Some of it spills out, dribbling in thick globs down your ass, and makes you clench harder around him when it drips down the tight muscle.

You hum happily at the feeling of warmth filling you from the inside, especially when provided by Eijirou—who can see just how content you are to have the one thing you’ve begged for since you left the house earlier that night.

“Feels good,” you mumble with a smile on your face, turning your head to the side as drowsiness starts to take over your body.

Kirishima only laughs at the sight of you—so spent, yet so cheerful. He runs a hand down the side of your cheek before lifting himself and placing your legs back on either side of him. When he pulls out and away from you, there’s another glob of cum that spills from your pussy, and it’s enough to make his cock harden once more.

He curbs the need to fuck you silly by stuffing his cock back inside you, letting you wrap your legs around him again as he lays you both on your sides.

“Need to shower,” you whine in protest, but you contradict yourself by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into you.

He quiets you by kissing your forehead, cradling the back of your head in his hand while the other finds comfort on the swell of your ass.

“Just relax and get some rest,” he whispers in your ear; the pads of his finger trace idle circles into your skin, and it’s almost like he’s rocking you to sleep.

You can feel he’s already grown soft inside you, keeping his seed plugged deep inside as he holds you close to his chest, his warm scent covering you like a blanket as you drift off peacefully to sleep.

Before wandering into your dreams, the last thing you hear is Eijirou’s light voice mumbling sweet praises and affirmations of his love for you—how he wants more nights like these, how he can never get enough of you, and your insatiable appetite. He wants you all the time, every day.

He wants you in his arms just like this, all the time and every day.

#miss him #I miss y’all #and miss when I was writing #happy 2 years to my ultimate masterpiece #to the man that ruled my world #kirishima eijirou #self rb

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