Dreams...
Since Tumblr took down the original ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )
Kirishima Eijirou
He sees their lips first. Knowing that it’s them almost immediately. Then their eyes, then hair, then jaw, neck, shoulders. All parts of them, burned into his memory and plaguing his dreams. He hears them gasps. Kirishima isn’t asleep anymore, and he knows it. But he doesn’t want to open his eyes.
He runs his hand across his side where they did after parting from a hug. He remembers their fingers dragging across his abdomen and a shaky breath escapes him. That hug probably didn’t mean anything to them, but to Kirishima, it was euphoria.
The smell of their hair was fresh in his mind. Sweet and clean. He pictures them looking up at him. Those perfect eyes and slightly parted lips. His right hand faints across his chest as he pictures theirs would, and he moves left further down as he gives in and let’s his imagination finally let loose.
He envisions them joining him in his bed, their lips on his neck. He hears them say something that they never have before, ‘Eijirou’. He sees himself turning over and kissing them. Biting their lip as he breaks away. His hands traveling across their body and disrobing them as quickly as he can. Their perfect body under him, their eyes locked on his, their face flushed and perfect lips slightly bruised from his rough kisses.
He’d take their neck, kissing it and nipping at their skin. Marking it so everyone would see the beautiful colors it can turn. His grip on himself gets tighter and he picks up the pace.He’d hold their wrists and marking their chest with kisses and bites, releasing them as he’d move further down, grabbing their thighs and parting them for him to see his love in all of their glory.
He knows that they’d be perfect like they are in every other way. He can feel their hands on his skin and hear their sighs and mewls echoing in his room. Their hands grabbing the sheets as he’d lift their leg and enter them, feeling them quiver around him. Kirishima can hear the gasp they make and see the o shape of their mouth as they adjust.
One hand on their ankle the other balancing his weight as he’d lean down and take their mouth. Stretching them in more ways than one. He’d pick up the pace and hear them call his name like a prayer. He would be the one to make them sound like that. He knows it.
He can see the way their shoulder blades would look when he’d flip them and take them from behind. Perfect. The curve of their neck , the divots in their lower back, their sweat making their skin glisten. He can feel their ass in his hands and imagines the satisfying sounds they would make as he’d slap them. The way they would curve as he’d grab their hair and pull them up to him, kissing them and feeling their hands caress his thighs, pulling him closer.
He sees their pace quickening, and he quickens his own. Arm over his eyes, letting himself have this. He imagines the feeling of their muscles flexing as their pace picks up. One hand in their hair, the other over their wrists, pinning them down as he comes undone. Riding out his orgasm and losing his senses. Everything was them. All he can hear is their voice, moaning and crying out his name, begging for more. All he can feel is them around him, under him, their sweat and his cooling his heated skin. And all he sees is their face. Eyes clouded with ecstasy, a smile on their lips, their breathing ragged as the two slow and try to catch their breath.
He feels himself finish and knows he can’t stay like that. So he removes his arm, sits up and goes to the bathroom to clean up. He showers and thinks about how the hell he would talk to them after what he just did.
In the end he couldn’t look in their eyes without having flashes of his fantasy, so they ended up asking what was wrong with him and why he was avoiding them.
Tsuyu-chan told them they were number one in his spank bank
