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“You want me to what?”
Ashido eyes the object in Kirishima's hands with a trademark sense of amusement dancing in her eyes. A giggle accompanies her mental image of how he must’ve lit up when he saw it in some random street-side corner store. Subtlety isn't exactly one of his strong suits, but bless his heart for trying to be coy. The young man, upon returning from the bedroom after saying he’d be back with “a gift” he’d picked up on his way home the other day, could hardly keep the mirth from his gaze.
Her initial confusion towards the gift now shifts to a genuine curiosity.
Held in his grip is what appears to be a collar, and she eyes it a bit critically. It’s a red collar complete with a buckle and dog tag, though it seems to be made with a softer material rather than the standard thick leather of a real one. Made for a person rather than an animal, then.
She raises a brow at Kirishima, only to be met with the growing smirk on his face.
“Wanna try it on for me?” he asks again.
“Oooh, does someone have a fetish?” she teases, crossing her arms and leaning towards her boyfriend. “I knew I'd find out your dirty secrets sooner or later.”
She narrows her eyes and cocks a hip out, but there’s no venom behind her words. In fact, the idea is a little… enticing.
Every time Ashido thinks she knows what makes Kirishima tick, he pulls something completely out of left field that leaves her surprised. She can say for sure she hasn’t found any of his “suggestions” unpleasant, though.
So far.
They share a heated gaze as they size each other up in a challenging manner, drawing closer with every word that rolls off their tongues.
“You already know my dirty secrets. This is hardly anything new.”
They're almost chest to chest as they close the distance in the empty hallway, their voices lowered. It’s quiet in their home except for the television droning on in the background from their forgotten movie marathon. An old cheesy action movie plays, by the sound of the grainy special effects floating throughout the living space. Despite the privacy, they keep their volume low, dangerously toeing into raspy territory.
“Finding out you like to watch me get off by myself was quite a dirty secret. This seems a little tame in comparison, I'll give you that.”
“I've gotta keep you on your toes somehow, don't I?”
The air is thick around them. They can always rile each other up pretty quickly, he muses inwardly.
Without breaking eye contact, Ashido slyly reaches up, plucks the collar from Kirishima’s hold, and undoes the clasp with minimal effort. It doesn’t feel like it would be too uncomfortable, and he must see her willingness to try it out because he stands a bit more confidently. His eyes roam over her approvingly with a toothy smile, and she scoffs. He looks a little too pleased with himself.
Nonetheless, she gives him an expectant look when he doesn’t move.
He continues to stare, and she rolls her eyes before tilting her head to the side.
“Well? Help me put it on, Master,” she purrs.
The nickname is spur of the moment - fully intended just to tease his newfound kink - but the hunger that instantly settles over her boyfriend’s expression ties her stomach in knots. Her next quip dies in her throat instantly, tongue suddenly feeling dry.
He glances down to the item in her hand, takes it, then returns his laser-like focus to her.
She’s still as he leans forward and fastens the collar around her neck without a word. His breathing is loud in her flushed ear, body warm against her. Smooth fingertips barely graze the back of her neck, but the sensation still sends a shiver through her.
The way he’s looking at her now - drinking in the sight of her in her get-up, gazing at her like he wants to ravish her - it has her reeling at how much possession is held in his crimson eyes. It’s a side to him that she rarely gets to see, and it sends a thrill down her spine. The look he gives her is primal, and promises a memorable night.
The thought sets her skin aflame.
With her nerves abuzz, ears ringing and heartbeat racing, she manages to swallow and whisper a quiet, “How do I look?”
“Like you should be on your knees.”
Her eyes snap to his lips as soon as the blunt words leave his mouth, unable to meet his heated stare further lest she combust.
What the hell was he doing to her? He doesn’t usually assume the dominating role when they’re intimate, but he’s taking the lead on this one and it’s throwing her all out of sorts. She can’t even manage to look at him right now! This roleplay thing has already gotten to her head.
She’s suddenly, roughly, tugged forward by the collar. Their hips meet in a jerky motion and Ashido gasps as the air leaves her lungs. He’s hard through his sweats, and her vision turns fuzzy as he grinds into her.
She hisses as his fingers thread through her hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging on it. She pants, and feels her underwear growing damp already.
Kirishima’s aggressive actions are sending her thoughts into disarray, and she lets out a breathless moan when his other hand snakes out and cups her ass.
She knows he’s taking control tonight, and she can’t wait.
His frame towers over hers, and the intensity in his expression gives him a daunting visage she’d rarely describe him with. Hands grip tightly to the front of his shirt as Ashido is pulled flush against the hard line of Kirishima's front. His strong arms keep her grounded, as her legs have lost their ability to work properly at the moment.
His grip is loosened on her hair and instead takes her jaw, angling her face up to his as he smashes their mouths together. There’s a rush of adrenaline surging through Ashido as his tongue devours hers, teeth knocking and lips sliding messily across each other with urgency.
Trying not to remain in a stupor for too long, she regains her footing and retaliates by biting Kirishima’s lower lip and dragging it to her, letting her teeth skim over the tender flesh before releasing him. He lets out a breathy sound at the action and follows after her retreat.
Apparently she’s not the only one affected, because she definitely feels the effect she has on him through his pants. His hard breathing is also an indicator.
She takes this moment to shake herself back into focus, eager to see what this little roleplay of his has in store.
After she reclaims her tongue, she figures she might as well try pushing him a little further. Her eyes flicker up to his with every ounce of lust she can muster.
“If you wanted me on my knees, all you had to do was ask.”
Kirishima breathes out harshly and his grin turns shark-like. He can feel his inhibitions drop, (like he had any to begin with), as his girlfriend puts on her most innocent expression - despite the dubious meaning to her words. His pupils dilate at the sight of her puckered, red lips, and both of his hands take in fistfuls of her backside. She's on her tiptoes instantly, and wraps her arms around his neck for better leverage.
She giggles out loud, and the sound stokes the flames in his belly.
“Then I’ll ask,” he says. “Wanna play with me?”
Dropping the innocent facade on her face, a raunchy expression replaces it.
“Is that a figurative or literal request?” she shoots back.
He growls and begins to tug her towards their room. They’re but a few steps away, and he’s soon kicking the door shut behind them out of habit. Living with roommates all throughout high school conditioned them to limit their intimacy for fear of being walked in on, and they’re still not used to having a place of their own despite having moved in together a year after graduation.
Ashido grins and prepares for another assault on her mouth when he suddenly lets her go, hands slipping from her backside and stepping away from her.
She looks on questioningly as the back of his knees make contact with the bed and he sits. His legs are splayed, feet flat on the ground.
Confused, and a little put out at his sudden retreat, she asks, “Well, what now?”
He gives her a smug look as he eyes her up and down. Hands on her hips show her impatience.
The sexual tension weighs on them, and Ashido feels the collar shift on her throat.
Right. This is all part of the play. Can't get too ahead of themselves.
He decidedly grabs his crotch, blatantly feeling himself up in front of her. The sight causes her thighs to squeeze together in anticipation.
“Strip,” he says.
A chill passes through her body.
Then the corners of her lips curl into a smile.
Rather than getting flustered, or even challenging the commanding tone, she obliges. Of course, being completely obedient is boring - so Ashido takes this chance to mess with him and decides to shed her clothing as slowly and enticingly as possible.
First, she starts with languidly pulling her shirt up and off her body, relishing in the air cooling her heated skin. The room is surprisingly chilly, but it balances nicely with the warmth radiating from her core and pink face. Whether she does an intentional little shimmy to escape the cloth, Kirishima can’t find it within himself to scoff at the action.
After making sure to be careful of her horns catching, the shirt drops at her side.
She imagines her favorite club music playing in the back of her mind, and her hips sway to a tempo Kirishima can’t hear, but appreciates all the same. She even starts to hum the tune, giving him a semblance of an idea to what she’s dancing to.
Her dainty fingers tease the band of her leggings as she watches him, softly swinging her hips to lyrics he can only assume from her body language. She flicks her hair from her eyes, then ever so slowly rolls down her pants, bending farther than necessary to pull them off.
She watches from the corner of her eye with a sense of victory as the muscles in his jaw tighten.
The lace bra she’s wearing is next, and she teasingly slips off each strap as she sends a sassy wink his way. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips when she unclasps the bra, and his eyes are immediately drawn to it.
He is the sole audience member for this show, and he’ll be damned if he misses a second of it by blinking. He gives her his rapt attention as her hands sweep over her body while his own hand palms his hardness, building himself up for his game plan. Like he really needs it, he muses, what with Ashido’s shapely curves twisting and turning in blatantly provocative ways. The clinking of the collar meeting the dog tag with every movement already has Kirishima’s erection jumping in his hand, straining painfully against his clothes.
Her breasts and hardened nipples are freed and she’s down to her underwear, but soon those are discarded as well. Her clothes pool around her legs as she stands bare in the center of their room, nothing adorning her body except for a collar.
A breathy exhale leaves his lips as he is once again struck by how gorgeous his girlfriend is.
There’s no embarrassment at standing naked before him anymore, as they’ve been intimate plenty of times. Still, Ashido’s pulse is running just a bit faster than it usually would be in this situation, and she can feel her heartbeat against her ribs. The new role-playing scenario must have her more nervous than she originally thought.
Kirishima feasts on the expanse of her pink skin. His eyes claw their way down from her face to her feet, then rake back up again. Over and over he studies her, caresses her with his eyes, and she can feel the weight of his stare by the spreading flush across her body.
Silence settles over them as he does this.
She grows fidgety in the quiet when her pulse throbs, her arousal demanding for action.
Deciding to make the first move, Ashido remembers his reaction to her playful term from earlier and uses it again.
“What do you want me to do next, Master ?” she asks, voice low.
She’d obviously forgotten how curiosity killed the cat, as Kirishima’s hooded eyes snap to her face with a look not unlike a beast about to pounce.
Trying to further entice him, her hands slide down the front of her body - over her full breasts, erect nipples, lightly gliding across her stomach and down, down, down - until they begin dancing along the front of her thighs. Showing Kirishima where she wants his hands to be.
She’s trying not to touch herself yet, but it’s becoming increasingly hard not to do so as her fingers brush dangerously close to her center. Ashido is finding that breathing evenly is difficult, as well.
Either the actions or the question seem to catch his attention though; but instead of getting up and crossing the room to her, he stays on his bed.
In fact, his body reclines, leaning back on his hands as his legs spread further. He seems to be the picturesque example of someone completely comfortable, despite the large tent in his sweatpants. His smirk widens.
“Suck it.”
Ashido freezes for a moment as blood roars in her ears. They’re not exactly beginners in terms of intimacy anymore, but he’s never outright said-
“W-what?” Ashido stammers. Her face is flushing once more, bravado shaken. She internally scolds herself for getting so worked up over his authoritative tone.
Kirishima slips his hand underneath the band of his sweats and pulls himself out. His dick is hard in his grasp, and he strokes once, twice, before letting go and settling his hand back on the bed.
Her eyes are captivated by the sight of his stiff member practically begging for attention, tip red and enticing. She unconsciously bites her lower lip.
His eyes are half-lidded when they meet hers.
“I want your tongue wrapped around my dick, Mina,” he tells her.
The direct statement is enough to coerce her into moving.
“Fuck, ” she whispers.
Caught between the adrenaline coursing through her and the feeling of her insides pulsating, one emotion solidifies itself through the haze in her mind; want . The change in dynamic is stimulating. She wouldn’t mind him ordering her around more often.
She pads over to him and kneels between his legs, pants now pooled at his ankles, and sits eye-level with his impressive member. His dick twitches and her mouth waters at the sight, parts of her throbbing at the thought of the massive head pushing into her.
Her mouth opens as she moves forward, and she hears a sigh from above when her tongue darts out to taste him.
Her hands clench onto his hips and she softly blows cool air across the wet spot her tongue left on the skin. In return, his skin raises with gooseflesh and he hisses through clenched teeth. His nerves are focused on that one spot where Ashido teases him, and he knows that for as much as he’s playing a dominant role, she’s having a hard time being purely submissive.
He wouldn’t have her any other way.
She peppers kisses up the sides of his dick as her nails rake up Kirishima's thighs, the hair on the back of his neck raising at the sensation.
Ashido sits on her haunches and finally grasps him in one hand as her wet lips wrap around his erection about halfway. Then she dips down, taking him in and dragging her mouth from the base all the way to the head. She closes her eyes and begins to work him, lightly sucking.
“Fuuuuck, ” Kirishima’s head lolls back with a strangled groan.
Her tongue flattens against the underside of his cock as she takes him farther back into her throat again. His breath comes harsher with every flick of her tongue, and his fists clamp onto the wrinkled sheets.
She tastes the slightest hint of salt as her head begins to bob up and down, her warm, moist tongue sliding around him as she moans. What she can’t reach comfortably she lets her hand pump, gingerly twisting and pulling, stroking him towards her. Kirishima’s head rolls up to watch her blow him, fighting off the urge to thrust harshly into her hot mouth.
“Fuck, babe. Yeah , just like that,” he grunts. His hand snakes into her hair and latches on tightly to push the strands from her face, careful enough not to bump her horns. He slightly guides her head with his grip, setting the tempo as he rocks into her mouth. She doesn’t mind in the least. Feeling his length press to the back of her throat, she lightly grazes her teeth over him as he pushes into her.
“Good girl,” he breathes.
She exhales raggedly when he pulls back and moans into him when he returns, the vibrations shooting straight through him. Hot breath hits him when she leans away for more air and a groan is ripped from Kirishima’s throat.
Ashido’s bare knees widen on the carpet, though she knows it will offer no relief. She wishes there was something, anything to buck into, to rub against, but no such thing presents itself.
Ashido draws away slightly to look at his face, and is satisfied with his expression through the lust-induced fog in her mind. She once again leans down and lavishes him with her tongue up the sides of his member, eventually coming to the head again and sucking any precum forming eagerly.
“S-shit,” Kirishima curses. Ashido’s lips let him go with a pop, saliva trailing between the tip and her tongue, and she grins up at him.
The sight causes his breath to hitch.
“Who’s supposed to be in charge, again?” she asks sarcastically.
Just as he’s about to answer, she dives back in between his legs with fervor, erotic moans from both Ashido and himself bouncing off his walls and sending Kirishima’s blood boiling.
He watches her as his cock glides in and out of her wet, pink lips. She takes him in hungrily, sucking hard and long, fist increasingly pumping his length faster and faster. The sounds she’s making are causing his control to slip, and he feels a tightness in the pit of his stomach.
“M-Mina,” Kirishima starts, but is unable to finish his sentence as the very girl swirls her tongue over his head again.
“I-I’m gonna- Mina, if you keep- shit, ” he tries again, yet fails to form a full sentence as his eyes slightly roll back under his closed lids. The message gets across to Ashido, though she shows no signs of slowing down.
She begins to alternate between sucking him off and sloppily kissing his throbbing head. Hand clenched tightly in Ashido’s hair with no more thoughts of being careful, he feels pressure building under his skin like a taut rubber band ready to snap.
Reaching his limit, he bucks into her mouth when his control finally slips, and she replies to his eagerness with another hard, last suck.
With a loud curse, his muscles tighten across his abdomen and he feels his orgasm erupt through his body. Everything feels electric, small tingling spasms shooting down to the end of his twitchy limbs. Abstaining from the urge to close his eyes, Kirishima forces himself to focus on the girl below him as he cums into her open mouth. She closes her lips around him once more and eagerly swallows every drop that spills from him.
Kirishima is sweating and panting as his head hangs, and he slowly lowers himself onto his elbows to take the weight off his shaky hands. Ashido laps the last few droplets at the tip of the slowly softening member, and eventually meets Kirishima’s gaze. She gives him a cocky grin before placing a kiss on his shaft, then proceeds to crawl up his body atop the bed.
The grin still stays on her face when she settles on top of him. Her self-satisfied expression almost makes him wish he didn’t finish in her mouth, if only so he didn’t have to be faced with that triumphant face.
Almost .
His gaze catches on a small line of his semen still dribbling down the side of her mouth and chin.
Before he can reach up to wipe it, or even let her know, her arm comes up and wipes it off with the back of her hand - much like how she would wipe blood from her often split lip in battle.
The small action has a familiar heat growing under his skin again instantly.
“Mina.”
The timber in the way he says her name causes her haughty smirk to recede and her eyes to widen. She thinks she'll be scolded (another kink she didn't know she'd have) for making him cum even after hearing his warning, wondering if maybe he wanted to finish inside her. Thinking more on it, she certainly wanted him to, so why the fuck did she think that was a good idea?
She mentally facepalms.
“Sorry Eijirou, I got a little carried away-”
“That was great,” he cuts in.
A wave of relief settles over Ashido, happy she didn’t put him out. “In fact,” he starts again, and she eyes him warily. “I think you deserve a reward."
Her eyebrow raises.
“You think you’re good to go already?” she questions honestly, pressing a hand to his chest. He leans up to meet her lips, relishing in the aftertaste on her tongue as their moans are swallowed by the other. The unsatisfied gnawing in Ashido's gut comes back with a vengeance as his fingers dance across her ribs at an agonizing pace and make a trail down the sides of her thighs straddling him. She takes the opportunity and uses the position to grind herself into the V of his abdomen, trying to find some relief.
The motion catches Kirishima's attention and then he’s pulling away from her mouth, causing Ashido to pout childishly. The edge of his lips twitch upwards when he sees the face, made all the more alluring coupled with the collar.
“I will be in a bit. In the meantime,” he says, and pushes up from his laying down position. He smoothly maneuvers himself out from under her, and Ashido, not knowing what he’s planning, sits on the bed simply blinking at him. “I can focus on you.”
Her head tilts to the side a bit. With no elaboration, he nods to the space beside him.
“Lay on your back.”
This time she complies without much hassle, deciding that constantly trying to read his mind would prove fruitless anyway. She lays on her back and is a bit surprised when Kirishima places a few pillows behind her head and upper body, propping her up into a comfortable reclined position, before he proceeds to shed his shirt that has somehow remained intact this far.
She stays silent when he hovers above her, watching her.
“For being such a good girl,” he whispers, tracing the side of her face with his fingertips and down her throat. His two fingers wrap under the collar around her neck and grip it, slightly tugging her towards him. Ashido gasps slightly as his breath fans over her face. “I'll have to show my plaything a good time.”
His digits leave the leather and begin a trek down her chest and stomach, taking his time grazing across her skin with a soft touch. He manages to barely tease her nipple, continuing to actively dodge any of her sweet spots he knows of.
To her dismay, he knows all of them.
At this, she lets out a frustrated whine.
“Dammit Eiji, come on - stop teasing me!” she finally blurts out.
As soon as the last word leaves her mouth, the heel of his hand presses down into her, just above her clit, and she cries out at the sudden sensation. Her chest heaves as she gasps, internally cursing her boyfriend out for torturing her.
His eyes are sharp, studying her face when she reopens her scrunched up eyelids. He stills his movements to gloat at her reaction. A desperate whine fills the room, and it takes a moment for Ashido to realize that it was her own voice.
She watches from her reclined position as her jackass of a lover smirks and spreads her thighs apart, moving himself further down her body.
“Wh-what’re you-” she starts. The gleam in his eye unnerves her, and it's only when he's eye level with her aching core that she realizes what he's doing.
Ashido's face flushes 12 shades of crimson as she squeaks in embarrassment and tries to snap her legs shut, but Kirishima's grip is strong and keeps them where they are.
“E-Eiji- you don't have to- um, I didn't think-” she babbles, trying to cover herself with her hands now.
She's nervous.
They hadn’t gotten around to testing his mouth on her yet, though they’ve been together for quite a while. She’s in no way against the idea; they’ve just been so busy with hero work and utterly exhausted after that they haven’t gotten to test everything yet. This experience is new and a little bit nerve-racking for her.
Her expression must give away her thoughts, however, because Kirishima's eyes dial down in intensity and his face loses character just the slightest bit.
“It's alright, babe. I'll make you feel good. Do you trust me?”
The idea tosses around in her head for a few moments, but there’s really nothing to think about. She knows she can trust Kirishima to take care of her. He would never do anything to make her uncomfortable, and he wouldn't hesitate to stop if she said the word.
With her cheeks still glowing red, she inhales and nods to the young man. He rewards her timid mannerisms with a grin before he leans in and leaves an open mouthed kiss just under her belly button.
She releases a sigh at the touch.
He blazes a trail downwards, and she has to remind herself to keep breathing evenly as his mouth delivers kiss after kiss to her sensitive skin. She focuses on his soft lips skating across her body rather than where they're headed, trying to relax. Despite her efforts, she’s squirming under him by the time his face reaches her opening, and her hands shake the tiniest bit as she puts a fist to her lips in anticipation.
Kirishima looks up at Ashido's face once more. Her cheeks are already flushed and her hair an even wilder mess than usual. The angle allows him an erotic view of her rising chest, and he knows it won’t be long til he’s ready for round two when he sees her lightly bite on her fisted knuckle.
He's more than enthused to finally have the luxury of tasting Ashido directly, and he knows she won't be expecting what's to come. This thought in mind, he returns to the task at hand.
Then, without warning, his mouth devours her.
A cry rips from Ashido as his tongue mercilessly laps at her without hesitation, greedily drinking her arousal like a parched man. She throbs under him from the inside out. Her legs tingle and move jerkily, but her hips grind into him even more.
“Haah! Ha-ah!”
The feeling of his tongue lapping at her from the inside out causes her to toss her head side to side, all the foreplay with lack of touching hitting her senses all at once.
His wet mouth hungrily slides in her folds, prodding her with carnivorous swipes of his tongue. There is no gentleness in his actions, and Ashido can hardly see straight through the haze of her pleasure.
“Ei-! Eiji-rou, oh my god, s-!”
Never letting up his fervent ministrations, his arms snake under and around her thighs, clenching tightly to keep her as still as possible. She thrashes on the bed, her back arching and hips trying to buck wildly in search of more pressure, but his hold keeps her where she lay.
It's much too hot, and there's a terrible fire building up inside her body as he raises her lower half higher to get a better angle. Everything burns and sears her skin, her insides twisting with every frantic exhale. His touch is fire, her body kindling.
“Ah! Don’t sto- nn! Hah, ah! ”
His mouth moves as she breathes above him, and she sees his eyes pin her down from where he resides between her hips. He maintains eye contact as his teeth bare just the slightest, a commanding air about him as he stares her down. Her toes curl and goosebumps raise as he focuses solely on her reactions.
Happening almost too fast for her to process, his sharp teeth drag across her quivering bundle of nerves, and she swears people in the next town over can hear the string of curses that leave her.
Wrapping his lips around her clit, he feels her hands fly to his mane of red hair and try to push him away from her.
“It's t-too sensitive, I can't- fuck! ” she whimpers through her panting.
Instead of letting up, though, he takes her hands in his and threads their fingers together on either side of them. Her thighs, now free of his hold, frame his head tightly and pull him closer into her. Her grip on his hands is fierce, but nothing the pro hero Red Riot can’t handle.
Kirishima swirls his tongue over the hypersensitive mound and her back arches again.
She doesn't say anything coherent, only able to gasp loudly with her mouth open, but he knows she's about to cum as her muscles tense beneath him.
Knowing this, he flicks his tongue then carefully bites down on her swollen clit.
Ashido cries out in pleasure, the sound bouncing off the walls of the room and sending blood straight to Kirishima's once again hard erection. He grinds into the bed sheets as he swallows the hot juices from her climax while she rides the high from orgasm.
The sight of her sweat-slick body convulsing with pleasure is too much to resist in his heady state of mind, and Kirishima is immediately pulling the pillows out from under her and tossing them aside.
Still dazed and trying to catch her breath, Ashido feels hands gripping her waist and helping her spin onto her front. Her chest pushes into the bed with her lower half raised, legs spread slightly. The side of her face presses against the sheets as one of Kirishima's hands grip the back of her collar.
“See how wet you are? Damn, ” he says huskily. Reaching from behind, he drags his fingers through her wet folds. The touch sets her nerves on fire again as she whines.
“Eiji-!”
“I really don't think I can be gentle, Mina,” he rasps.
“You better fucking not be.”
The slickness of her still dripping core gathers on his hand and he quickly uses it to lube himself, pumping his length a few times as he gazes at Ashido's inviting body.
Through the fuzziness of her mind, she glances back at her boyfriend stroking himself. She makes a small teasing motion, her impatience growing. The hungry look on her face screams that she wants him. He knows Ashido likes it when he's rough with her, not afraid to fuck her senseless. So that’s exactly what he's gonna do.
Kirishima stands on his knees behind her with both hands grasping her hips, and without any other thought, rears back and slides into her.
“Ah-!” Ashido shouts.
The change in stimulation throws Ashido for a loop as he wastes no time waiting for her to adjust to his size. He pulls back and drives into her again and again, pushing her farther into the bed with every mighty thrust.
“So impatient,” Kirishima scolds through labored breathing. “Can’t just behave like a good girl.”
Quickly slipping out from inside her, Kirishima brings his hand down onto Ashido's ass cheek with a slap. She yelps as the sting spreads through her body, and the tingle fades to a delicious burn.
“We’ll have to ram some manners into you, won’t we?”
Kirishima smooths the cheek with his hand, rubbing the angry red handprint in a soothing motion, before once again bringing his hand down again.
Ashido lets out a gasp which soon peters off into a groan when he slides his throbbing member into her once more.
“Spread your legs,” he growls huskily.
Ashido does so, her stomach laying flat on the bed with her ass raised. The position change has him pushing deeper as he towers over her. She yells even more unintelligible obscenities into the mattress, not able to think straight.
Not enough. It’s still not deep enough. Kirishima wants to fuck her so intensely she'll remember it for weeks. He wants her to cry out every time she merely thinks about the way he bruises her right now. He wants her to know she's his.
Ashido whimpers and grips the sheets tersely.
He thrusts into her tight core with renewed energy, reaching further and further. The girl has taken to clenching a section of bedding between her teeth to hush her desperate moans, and Kirishima's response to this is to flick his hips harder, wanting to hear Ashido scream.
Inch by inch her body is claimed by the constant pleasure that shoots through her. Her hot walls tighten and clench down on the man's length, her breathing uneven and difficult to manage.
“Ugh, Kirishima, your - hu, n! Ah, ah, ah! Just - just like that, hn!”
The strangled words that spill from her mouth set Kirishima ablaze, fueling his actions and rushing him to the edge.
In a swift movement, he drags her body upwards by the collar, still thrusting as her back nearly touches his chest now. His knees sink into the mattress to accommodate her, and she arches as he hits her g-spot.
“Eiji!”
“You’re so damn tight, Mina-”
Knowing he’s about to lose it, Kirishima reaches around and rubs vigorously at Ashido’s clit. Her sweaty body continues to bounce up and down, breasts swinging every time his hips snap into hers.
Finally the coil snaps, and the pressure releases.
He stills as he embeds himself deep and cums hard , the tight walls of her core tightening around him. He empties himself inside her and, with a final pinch to her hooded bud, Ashido is not far behind, crying his name.
Ashido's mouth hangs open, trying to grip herself to reality by clinging to Kirishima's thighs but not having much success. In turn, he probably inflicts some light bruising to her waist as his fingers dig into her. Both close their eyes as they ride through the tidal wave of bliss.
A minute passes of them staying in that position, his head resting on her shoulder as they try to catch their breath. It's Ashido that finally crawls off of Kirishima carefully and flops onto her stomach, sweaty, sensitive, and exhausted. Kirishima soon follows, falling on his back beside her. Their lungs burn with how much air they try to take in, and Kirishima wonders if they get more exercise in the bedroom than they do as heroes.
He turns his head to voice the thought and finds her looking at him through the tangles of her hair.
They share an intimate moment as they stare into the other's eyes - until it's ruined by Ashido reaching out and slapping her boyfriend's shoulder. There's not much power behind the slap, but Kirishima yelps in surprise all the same.
He chuckles as he rubs the (not) sore skin.
“What was that for?” he asks.
“For not going easy on me,” she replies.
Ah. Right. He nervously clears his throat. He almost feels bad for not taking it easy while going down on her, but he can't find it in himself to regret anything. The image of her red face twisted in ecstasy flashes through his mind.
He opens his mouth to apologize but her lips engulf his, silencing him. It's a chaste kiss, no tongue or heat but still plenty warm and loving, and she pulls away smiling.
“And that's for everything else.”
He smiles and brings her face back to his, gathering her into his arms to assault her face with all the tender kisses that had been left out of their previous activities.
Kirishima breaks their kiss only when he suddenly feels something on his throat, and pulls back to look at Ashido curiously. She's grinning now that she’s gotten her breath back, and her hands are placed around his neck. She draws back and giggles, and it takes him a second to realize why. The collar now rests snugly around him rather than the girl in front of him.
“What're you-”
Without missing a beat, Ashido swings a leg over his torso and flips, straddling him while holding his wrists hostage next to his head. She looks down with a smirk before leaning to bite the shell of his ear, earning a shiver from Kirishima.
“I think it's your turn to play pet.”