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soleilandpeaches · 1 year

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mi mariposa esta con mi

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synopsis: Keigo just wants to unwind after a long day and it seems you do too. Why don’t you help each other out?

warnings: use of drugs, handjobs, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), toothrotting fluff

song title inspo: Painted Lady by late night drive home

@keikiri-kitten: ask and you shall receive

Puffs of smoke billow from between pink lips and flared nostrils. Eyes swimming in warm pools of honey now rimmed red, his long eyelashes flutter against his sun-kissed cheeks, dotted with starry freckles after a long day in the sun. Pushing back his messy, windswept hair, short strips of blonde gently falling back into place the further up he drags his hand.

A short joint rests gently between his pointer and thumb, he pulls it away from his face to let out another sigh of smoke and bliss. Slumped against the couch you share, he’s still dressed in his hero attire, his jacket hanging off one of your dining chairs. A movie plays in front of him but he feels too lost in his high to continue watching, besides, he knows you’ll be home soon anyway.

The shutting of your car door alerts him before the vibrations of your footsteps or the click and turn to your door. He feels a smile creep its way across his cheeks, dimples following in its wake. He’s been waiting for you all this time; he can’t wait to have you.

“Hey Babe…” your exasperated sigh signals him of your long day; you’re ready to unwind for the night, he concludes.

“Hey Baby,” he all but slurs in your direction, his body too heavy to stand and greet you with a hug and a kiss like he usually does. If you notice, you refuse to comment on it, causing him to frown. Don’t you miss him? He supposes you’re too overworked to notice or give him attention.

To his surprise, you make your way over to him, sandwiching his face between your hands and pulling his face to meet your lips with his own. He can’t hold back his satisfied grin as he attempts to kiss you back. He feels the vibrations from his chest as he purrs happily, he feels you smile against him in response.

Once you pull away, he eyes you carefully, his unoccupied hand coming to rest upon your waist as his other dabs the ashes of the joint onto his spare asher.

“Long day, pretty girl?” He better get quick into buttering you up if he plans to have you moaning for him later tonight. Not that he doesn’t find you beautiful—of course not. Your hair is pulled into a claw-clip, strands of hair that were once tucked away now framing your pretty face. There’s definitely a reason he keeps himself in line to satisfy you.

“Yeah…” You let go of him and pull away, much to his dismay. You turn away to saunter towards your bedroom, “I’m gonna go wash up; I’ll be right back to join you.”

Pleased, he relaxes back into the cushions, ready to patiently wait for your return. He entertains the idea of joining you but his weighted body decides against it.

“Make sure you think of me.” He teases just before you leave him to his own devices—you chuckle. Happy he at least got to make you laugh, he turns his attention back to his movie, giggling a lot more than he usually would.

You re-enter in your little tank top and snug booty shorts, you smell of vanilla and strawberries; his dick twitches in anticipation. Silently cursing at the effect you have on him, he reaches for you, wordlessly inviting you to lay on top of him. And you do, slumping sleepily into his arms, you reach for his joint to take an inhale of your own.

Absentmindedly rubbing at your arms, he feels you relax into him. He nuzzles his nose into your hair, placing a gentle kiss upon you. He really has the prettiest girl.

“Keigo?” He feels you mumble into his chest.

“Hm?” He blinks open his eyes to gaze at you, nothing but love reflecting back to you.

“You’re hard.” You state matter-of-factly with a short giggle.

“You always make me hard.” He plays along, hands roaming down to hold you by your ass, giving a playful squeeze.

You let out a loud laugh, your giggles echoing throughout the living space and his head. He laughs along with you until your breaths even and your hands unclutch from his arms.

He hums thoughtfully as your nails trace patterns into his skin, watching as your eyes remain enraptured with his body. You wiggle your hips, your eyes trailing upwards and dancing between his as he lifts his hips to meet yours. His hands remain low on your hips, thumbing at your waistline as he stares down at you, daring you to make the first move.

He feels your body start to warm in your abashed state, you bite your lip to cage the nervous giggle threatening to escape. He wonders how long you’ve been together—how long you’ve been sleeping together, and how shy you still get when he attempts to fluster you. Though he guesses he can’t say much. After all, butterflies still beat their wings in his belly when you tease him.

Abandoning your previous state, your hands trail up his chest and around his neck, creeping up to his cheeks just as you did before. Your body moves upwards just as your hands do until you’re fully seated on his lap, grinding your hips into his.

“Mmf—“ Keigo lets out a short moan in surprise, choking it back as he purses his lips. It’s his turn to grow hot, once golden cheeks tinting red at your subtle attempt to dominate him. You thumb at his lips, pulling them back to lean in for a kiss, continuing to grind against his hardening dick.

He’s fully moaning into the kiss as your tongue prods for entrance. He allows you—of course—whimpering as your hands card through his hair, twirling the wheat-colored strands as you fight back a smile. He wants to pull away, flip you over and teach you a lesson, but damn do you feel good.

It’s been a long day. He decides, content to let you use him as you please. You don’t seem surprised at his submission—you knew he liked it. You needed something to take your frustration out on, and he was obedient in letting you.

Clothes were quickly discarded as you pump his cock unhurriedly. He squirms in pleasure beneath your hardened gaze, his breath becoming shallow as he moans helplessly, his brain foggy as he begs for you.

“Please Baby…” His moans choking off into silent whines as his hips continue to desperately rock into your fist. “Please!”

You refuse to tease him any longer, your own patience dwindling swiftly. Leaning forward, your chests and lips meet in fervor. You grip him by his base, quickly guiding him to your dripping pussy before easing him inside. Your lips part as you groan into each other's mouths, hands hopelessly pawing at each other as you situate yourself on his cock.

You moan at the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you, immediately rocking your hips back and forth to chase the pleasure. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you allow your forehead to rest against his as your noses brush against each other. You both smile, letting out happy chuckles as your lips meet over-and-over for sweet pecks. You can’t seem to get enough of each other.

Slowly rising and falling, Keigo’s hands rub attentively up and down your waist, occasionally coming to grope at your breasts.

“Keigo…” The sound of his name never sounds as beautiful as when you moan it for him. He responds with gasps of your own, arms reaching to entangle themselves around your middle to coax you into his chest. His face buries itself into your neck, teeth coming to clamp down as he uses his feet to push himself into you.

He’s groaning into your neck, teeth tightening as he pummels his cock into you repeatedly, eyes sewn shut at the overwhelming pleasure of your hot and sopping cunt. You’re practically wailing into his ear as he peeks an eye open to admire the milky ring at the base of his cock, watching in bliss as he fucks you.

“Oh my God! Fuck! Attagirl!” He’s leaning back against the coach, hand coming down onto your ass for a loud smack!

“Yes! Ride that cock, Angel.” Your head bobs back-and-forth as you nod, your hands balancing themselves on his chest. He grips your wrists tight, holding you down against him as he peers up at you, gaze hard and stern.

“Look at me.” He demands, hips roughly meeting yours, jolting your body forward as you yelp in surprise. You blink your eyes open to oblige him, squirming underneath his cold glare.

“Feels good, huh? Feels—hah—good, Dove? Hm?” His tone attempts to sound grim, yet his whimpers of pleasure fail to accommodate.

“Yes! You—you make me f-feel so good, Keigo.” He smirks at your admission, gleefully watching you keen, your body convulsing as he forces you against him. He can feel himself reaching his climax, permanently keeping his hips lifted to pump into with swift, short strokes.

“Gonna cum inside you, Baby. Gonna fuck my cum inside you.” He lets his head fall back, lewd cries falling from his raw and red lips, his tongue daring to slip from his mouth.

“Please please please please!” You beg shamelessly, he knows your thighs are probably burning so he goes back to forcing your hands in his, using them as leverage to ram himself into you. He’s beaming at the sound of your slutty pussy squelching noisily through the room.

“Shit! Cumming!” Letting out a final groan, he forces you down all the way on his cock as he feels your pussy twitch around him.

“Holy shit, Babe, yes.” You whimper softly as he pulls out, cum spilling out of you and onto his pants but he doesn’t care.

“Fuck, good girl.” He praises, planting kisses along your neck and up to your cheek. He watches curiously as you reach over to grab the forgotten joint to relight it. You flick the lighter one, two, three times before a tiny flame flickers to light, illuminating your face in a delicate glow. Placing the lighter down after taking a long inhale, you lean forward, nudging your lips to part his as your empty hand reaches to caress his face adoringly. You blow smoke into his mouth and into his lungs, grinning as he pets you.

“You’re so sexy…” Peck. “I love you so fucking much.” Peck. “My slutty girl.” Peck. Your kisses turn sloppy and careless as you sink back down onto him. He chuckles deeply, quickly scooping you up by your ass to carry you back into your room.

“Can’t get enough of me? Hm?” Your silly giggles provoking those frivolous butterflies to dance inside him. He buries himself into your neck again as he hugs you close, hopefully willing them away but your hand is in hair again, stroking tenderly as you place a careful kiss on his forehead. He smiles, finally beginning to fully embrace them instead.

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