╰ 18+ MDNI. getting tired while riding bf kirishima? don’t worry, he’s more than happy to do all the work!
“fuck—look at you,” kirishima sighs, throwing his arms behind his head to get a good look at you bouncing manically on his cock, pretty mewls slipping from your slacked jaw mixing with his own brutish sounds, “wish you could see what i’m seein’, doing such a good job for me.”
his praises cause you to choke back a delicious moan, long nails digging deep into his alabaster shoulders in an attempt to stabilize yourself in the euphoria your feeling, his flesh irritated and raised.
“can’t b-breathe,” you stutter, pace hesitating. it’s difficult to keep up with him, the intensity of your ass smacking into his thighs nearly knocks the wind straight from your lungs every plunge downward on his rock hard length, the skin slapping so loudly it echoes right off of the bedroom walls.
“you got it, can tell you’re close,” kirishima grins, thighs flexing beneath you, “squeezin’ my cock so fucking tight pretty girl, let yourself feel good.”
“feels like i can feel you inside my chest.” and you can. his inches pulsate snug inside your womb, ropes of iridescent precum slipping recklessly around your walls, the sappy combination of mixed fluids dripping down, down, down, to coat your sensitive inner thighs.
the room smells thick of sex and fluids, the animalistic routine ending up with you taking exactly what you wanted, hips rolling up and down his shaft to chase your nth high of the night.
“keep goin’ just like that babydoll—fuck!” he curses, voice gravely with an intensity that makes you clench, his cock stirring deep in your squishy walls.
his hand falls down to the fat of your hip, gripping and prodding the flesh like his own custom stress ball, an occasional soft slap landing on your ass cheek just so he can watch you gasp, kissing the sounds clean of your mouth.
unfortunately for you, it’s so damn laborious to keep up with the pace you unintentionally set, the pro hero’s stamina easily allowing him to go all night deep inside of you. a refractory period practically non-existent with a refusal to give up anytime soon, the strong man barely breaks a sweat as he enjoys the ride, his hand effortlesssly guiding you to rock back and forth.
your exhausted, inner thighs burning, back aching. kirishima can tell, your feverish movements halting for a gentle roll of your hips, sticky cunt gliding against the dark patch of hair against his pelvis, body lacking stimulation.
“eiji! i can’t! need your help,” you beg, cute fucked-out face warbling down at him in a pitiful plea, hips fully coming to a halt.
“ahh of course you do,” clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth, he grunts low, testing the waters with a big fat ‘slaaap’ of his hips, your body almost bouncing off his muscular thighs.
“eiji—oh fuck!” squeaking at the feeling of his candy-red cockhead swabbing past your g-spot and ‘round your tough cervix, you grow breathless—unable to do anything besides sit there and take it.
you gasp at the feeling each time he plops you down, his strong body easily holding you up as if you're a featherweight, throbbing inches smooching your gummy spot so perfectly you’re beginning to see a multi-colored array of pinpoint stars and patterns.
“you like that? like makin’ me do all the work?” he laughs at your cockdrunken state, blown out vermillion eyes raking up and down your soft frame, watching your tits bounce with every snap of his thighs.
“f-feels so much b-better when you do it,” your toes are beginning to curl, the metaphorical rubber band ready to snap in your core, a white-hot heat flashing through your veins.
“love it when i use you, is that it?” he’s teasing you now, a calloused thumb fumbling with the soft velvet between your sensitive folds, rubbing small circles to your sensitive clit, the motions making you hiccup. “should’a just asked me—fuckkk! could have gave ya what you wanted wayyy earlier babydoll.”
“mpfph! yes— b-but—”
“—but what baby? cock got ya dumb?”
it’s pitiful, the way he’s so easily able to turn you into a puddle of lust in his hands, your body at his disposal to fuck into, knowing each time he will give you what you want as long as you tell him exactly what it is.
“use your words ‘n tell me how you’re feelin’.”
nodding, you answer him, lips quivering as you try your best to form a coherent sentence, the words sounding almost silent from the sounds of soaked flesh smacking. “‘s too much!”
he places a sloppy kiss to your open mouth, tongue trailing down to bite the bare flesh of your neck, his ivory shark teeth piercing the skin. “said you needed my help didn’t ya? now you’re stuck takin’ whatever i’m givin’ you sweetpea.”
What about yuji with a reader who has an oral fixation ……
18+ MDNI. okay yes… but how did u know i already had a draft kinda started about this? clearly ur in my walls
honestly? i think yuuji would be quick to catch on. he’s always had that kind of perception about people, especially when it comes to you and your habits.
regularly you’d end up with something in your mouth, your teeth hard at work clacking against some minty chewing gum or swirling your wet tongue aimlessly around a blow pop.
if you’d find yourself far more anxious than usual, sometimes you’d chew on the sides of your fingers like it was a habit you never grew out of, and if you were writing something down deep in thought, you’d stick the end of the pen inside your mouth, your teeth never biting—just allowing the metal hit your tastebuds, the cold a favorable distraction away from your inner thoughts.
one evening, the two of you were lazily sprawled over the couch, your head on yuuji’s muscular thigh, his hand resting against the swell of your ass, his palm spayed over the fabric of your shorts.
the movie on the screen grew boring, a last minute pick after neither of you could decide on what to watch and the silence in the awfully quiet living room was driving you mad, he absentmindedly clicked on whatever the controller highlighted, landing on a three hour long documentary on alien conspiracies.
about an hour in, your back grew tired at the angle you’d chosen, your neck tingling with pins and needles as you’d sat flush against his hard stomach, your eyes roaming everywhere but the bright screen in front of them.
you were looking for a distraction, your body growing antsy at the time wasted sat on the couch, you began to wiggle in his grasp.
flipping around with a huff, your head landed just against the opposite viewpoint of his thigh, your eyes now watching the slow inhale and exhale of his torso.
“what are you doin’ babe? you alright?” yuuji asked softly, his eyes still focused on the movie.
his fingers begun to tap at your thigh, following along the beats of industrial music thrumming in the background as the narrator explained away some false sightings of a ufo.
sighing, you relaxed into him further, letting your cheek squish against his thigh. the moments were foolproof, nudging the ties of his sweatpants upwards, giving you the perfect view of the semi he was sporting beginning to stand up in his sweats.
“movies boring, and you’re hard.” sticking out your tongue, you didn’t even ask him about it, simply wrapping your lips around his covered dick, sopping tongue instantly wetting the fabric of his pants.
“y-yeah because you’re laying on my lap, you expect me not to freak out when your face is right there?” he spreads his legs further, letting you have your way with his cock because he knows you’re bored—and if you need something in your mouth, it might as well be him.
moaning, you take what you can hold in your mouth, the taste of laundry detergent and natural musk swirling around your tastebuds. “y’know i love it yuu.”
the hand sitting on your hip travels up to your face, calloused digits caressing your cheek. “yeah you do, but do me a favor and at least take it out please? would feel a lot better if you did but i mean—either is fine! it just would feel a lot better in your mouth without clothes. ”
“make me a deal,” pulling your mouth off the darkened grey fabric, you gaze up at him with a smirk. “you turn off the tv and i will.”
“fuck—okay-yeah,” he white knuckles the remote, fumbling with the buttons. the room quickly goes black, leaving the two of you in silence, his breathing growing heavy, “is that better?”
“perfect.”
he begins to really test out his theory when he’s balls deep inside of you days later, his steady thrusts pushing you deeper and deeper into the mattress, the weight of him on your front sinking your back into the blankets.
your eyes are slammed shut, the corners brimming with tears as you gnaw at your lip, teeth biting the swollen flesh so hard he’s shocked it hasn’t bled yet.
your apprehension towards letting go only ends up getting yuuji’s attention, and that’s when he realizes he knows exactly what you need.
something in your mouth.
“hey, focus on me baby.” he coos, his palm gently patting the side of your cheek, the tears now falling in fat droplets down to his hand.
his voice catches your attention, face twisting when you force a deep breath, prying your eyes open.
“open up for me.”
at first, your brows furrow, mind too delirious to comprehend what he means, but then you see the hand on your cheek move, you realize.
yuuji relaxes his hand into an opened fist, joining his pointer and middle finger together towards the entrance of your mouth, the tips pressing into your bottom lip.
you quickly oblige, instantly slaking your jaw as far as it will go, tongue flattening in anticipation. yuuji laughs, the wrinkles around his eyes creasing prettily into a cheesy grin, he presses his fingers past your lips to the first knuckle.
he allows you a moment to get used to the feeling, the salty taste on his fingerprints hitting your senses. the sensation causes your eyes to instantly roll back into your skull, a feverish moan roaring from your chest when you suck, your pussy soaking his cock in pleasure.
“love having somethin’ in your mouth, don’t you?”
you go to answer, yet his fingers dive deeper, now slotting them to the second knuckle. you can barely breath, the large digits quickly filling up the small cavern of your mouth, drool collecting at the corner of your lip.
he’s quick to console you, yet his cock is so mean, hips drilling into you with a feverish force that knocks the wind from your chest. “shh—hey, let me talk-you’re a little occupied aren’t you?”
you know he’s teasing you, giving you a hard time on purpose and it’s working on the both of you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, his mahogany ones completely entranced, hues replaced by his blown out pupils.
yuuji keeps going, thrusting his fingers in and out of your mouth to match the pace of his pistoning cunt, his cock slapping your g-spot making you gasp.
you gag, but quickly calm your self back down, his fingers pushing into your tongue and down your throat, your nostrils parallel to his fist.
“there you go…” he praises, grinding his pelvis into your swollen clit, feeling your legs shake from underneath him, his breathing stuttering. “…just like that.”
╰ dry humping with virgin!mark begging to put the tip in (3.5k)
18+ MDNI, fem!reader, college!mark, college!reader, dry humping, panty fucking, ‘just the tip’ mark, accidentally slipping it in, crying, begging, mark being down bad, mark cumming way too quickly, experienced!reader, creampie.ᐟ
“Don’t! D-Don’t do that again.”
“Whaa…”
His words of dissatisfaction suddenly halt your feverish hips against the darkening tent in his pants, feeling your heart drop in your chest with a sharp ‘shoowsh’.
Not to be confused with the growing situation between your legs, thighs sticky and slippery; covering his sweats with your growing arousal.
You’re unsure of the reason you took your pants off in the first place, body far too busy colliding with Marks withering one, you finally get a chance to rework the timeline of events, your eyes fluttering open from his muscular chest, warm cheeks stuck to his sticky skin.
But you’re just so damn dizzy, spinning mind not entirely grasping how you got into bed with him to begin with. What started out as a casual hang out—some may say ‘Netflix and chill’—if that term is even thrown around anymore, quickly unraveled into you sat prettily on top of him, placing sloppy kisses to his minty lips.
A small crowded mattress covered in just the two of you, his roommate gone for an afternoon class leaving you alone—you should have known it would amount to this, unable to pry your needy body off of him. It was as if you blinked and suddenly you were sat sprawled on top of him, a leg hitched on each side of Mark's muscular thighs, your bodies warmer than the stuffy dorm room, thermostat broken and temperature rising.
Yet the heat doesn’t compare to the kind you’re spreading with your hips, rapidly rocking ‘n rolling into Mark’s hard cock—thankfully covered in nothing except for some loose grey sweatpants. You can feel his cock beneath you hop with every kiss you plant on his mouth, his muscular chest panting like it hurts to be alive another second without relieving himself, your airy touch torching his skin alive.
Placing your hands on each side of your thighs, you’re beginning to clumsily pull yourself off from him in embarrassment when suddenly, his hands come down to tug at your waist, placing you firmly back down to his cock. “No! Please don’t leave.” Mark begs, hips jerking into your cunt, the friction making you squeak. “‘m sorry! I mean-it’s-I, I’ve never… done anything like this before, and I’m trying reallyyy hard to be good today.”
“Don’t worry about being good,” you whisper, trying to contain your giggles. “You’re doing grea-t,” praising him, you pop the ‘t’, just then you roll your hips, pressing his dick up, up, uppp! to his belly button, slotting your drenched pussy lips between his shaft.
His eyes roll back into his skull, jaw clenching down with a strained whimper. “You did it again! It’s s-so hot in here and you’re making me feel crazy.”
You can’t help yourself when you do it again.
And again.
His cock is so hard beneath the fabric it looks like it hurts, stretching his shaft fully, you can feel it nuzzled perfectly to your soaked slit, panties doing little to hide the size of him beneath you, your pussy clenching around nothing.
Bowing your head down between the two of you to watch the goopy precum build at the bundled up seam on his sweatpants, the sight causing you to shiver. “Crazy good?” You inquire, rolling your hips once more. “Or bad like you want me to stop?” You weigh with your hands, watching his eyes go back and forth at the rapid moments. A giggle erupts through you, rolling your lips over your teeth to hide a smirk, watching Mark sink further into the mattress, his shoulders banging against the headboard.
“No! I take it back! So good, y-you’re so good, please don't stop!”
He’s an absolute mess beneath you, hands clumsily grabbing and squeezing your body, your hips, your thighs—anything he can use to level out the feverish feeling of your wet cunt squelchin’ and sandwiching his cock. But it’s not like you’re doing any better—your poker face occasionally slipping up, moans and devilish purrs roaring from your larynx, clit throbbing from the little stimulation you’re receiving.
Yet there’s nooo chance on this planet you’re slowing down anytime soon. Recklessly pick up your movements, each roll of your hips releases a wet sound from where the two of you connect, your hands holding onto his broad shoulders for stability, you speed up further, rocking into him like a bitch in heat.
“H-How are you so good at this?” He cries, the pink flush from his cheeks falling down and down to his chiseled belly, his dark pubes beginning to show from the rapid movements of his loose pants, your thick hips far stronger than the silly drawstring.
“Good at what?”
That.
That.
The noises you’re pulling out of him are so sinful you’re sure the whole floor can hear him whining like a mad man, but he sounds so pretty like this—your clit feeling more and more excitement by the second, mouth watering at the addicted noises your pulling from his slacked jaw.
“Baby I’m so hard, gonna burst before y-you even touch me!”
A lightbulb goes off in your mind, your dominant hand lazily sinking down to his pecks. It travels down, down down, until it’s hitting that fuzzy line of hair that points to his uncomfortably hard cock, fingertips hitting the soaked waistband of his sweats. “Do you want me to touch you?”
“Y-Yes! Go ahead, please.”
Humming in response, your hand flips his waistband over once; twice, until his pelvis reveals itself. Tucked centimeters below sits his thick cock, the pink tip just oozing and oozing buckets of pre as it finally hits the surface of the air, pink tip crying—wailing.
“You’ve been hiding this?” You gasp, pulling his pants down the rest of the way to reveal the hidden inches of his painfully swollen cock, and what you see makes your mouth water.
He’s far bigger than the other guys you’ve seen up close, eyeing the inches of his spongey shaft that swings out of his pants and slaps against his abs with a thud, you can’t help but gawk. “Jesus Mark, you’re rockkk hard,” you mewl, voice purring at the chubby girth in your fingertips, watching his cock jump freed from the fleece material, the tip snug against his abs.
You mentally begin to count his length, configuring the virgin is a lot larger than you thought he’d be. Marks cock is perfectly cut, the curve leans up with a swerve—perfect to hit your g-spot. His cock is just right, he’s not too thick—but not too skinny. A pretty lil’ taupe tip, the shaft slightly darker than the skin on his pale thighs, decorated with a thick pulsating vein wrapped around the underside of his cock.
He’s—
“Pretty.”
The words of slighttt praise cause his cock to jump again, the sound of sticky skin pressing on and off his skin with a ‘splat’. “P-Pretty? No-ugh! You’re pretty! Can’t believe this is even happening, I f-feel like I'm dreaming.”
His eyes roll back as you adjust your hips closer to his cock, free hand coming up to grip his face. You press his cheeks together with clammy fingertips, smushing his face to yours in sloppy kiss, your warm honey slicked cunt throbbing on his cock.
“Well Mark, welcome to earth.” Between kisses you smile, planting your cunt back down between his cock. The feeling makes you moan, the sensation far better and more intense than he felt hidden away beneath his pants.
The rampant drip, drip, drip! of your pussy squelches against his cock with a swipe of your panties, his head easily drenching in the wetness seeping through the thin fabric.
Your panties are uncomfortably tight against your swollen lips, his cock head searing the fabric into your flushed folds, each thrust giving you a slight rug burn.
Mark looks down, eyes searing onto his new found nemesis—the stringy fabric hiding your perfect pussy from his devious line of viewing. “Should we move these out the way? Y-You’re hiding from me.” He’s asking without waiting for an answer, fingers too eager to free you from the fabric.
Hissing, the stale air begins to suffocate your naked flesh, drenched pussy clinging onto nothing, Mark stares at you like he’s won the lottery. “Even better up close! Ugh! I bet it feels even better on my dick, c-can I touch it?”
Nodding, you watch him readjust him self, slotting his cock into your bare pussy. A painful whimper tears its way through his chest at the wet contact—you feel so real against him, so soaked and slippery he can’t believe it, his mind going berserk. “Oh god baby, I-I can’t believe something can feel this good.” He cries out, watching intently as your body jumps with each rub of his cock, his seeping tip making out with your swollen clit. “You feel even wetter now.”
“Mmph Mark!” You hiccup, feeling your cheeks heat up at the constant pressure to your clit, your thighs beginning to shake.
He can’t fathom how cute someone can look sitting on his dick like this, each sound you erupt makes his own cock burst, his sobbing slit trickling precum on your silky cunt.
It’s his turn to pull you for a kiss, head surging so quickly up to your swollen lips his forehead knocks into your own, shaking body daring to fall off his lap. “No! You’re not getting away from me now.” He jumps, wild hands rapidly finding the back of your waist holding you securely in place, pressing you closer and closer to his built chest.
Your lips stifle his motor mouth, subduing his little whines while you seamlessly hide your moans. Your mouths clash wildly with one another, teeth clacking together with the jerk of his head plunging even further into you, his lips chasing your own like he still isn’t close enough.
Like he needs you to survive.
The kiss is messy. Hard. Passionate. You breathe into his mouth to catch your breath, yet his tongue fills the open space, swirling around your cheeks like he’s trying to explore every spot you allow him to, his moans growling down your throat.
“Mhm, feel good Mark?” You question, pulling slightly away. He whimpers as your lips leave his own, thick sticky line of clear spit connects the two of you, the fat glob of spit thinning and thinning until it’s suddenly snapping from your face, falling right onto his cock.
“Feels so nice pretty, I… I love having you on top of me.” His large hands begin to inch into the hem of your t-shirt, slender fingertips inching up your ribcage, palms spayed on your sides.
They stop just below your breast, the creases easily holding him in place as he looks up at you with wide mahogany eyes, rims almost pitch black from his blown out pupils one could mistaken for cartoon hearts.
“Can I?” He softly asks, and you rapidly agree, chills erupting down your soft body from the new found touch placed on your heated chest.
You’re thankful you forgot a bra today when his large hands easily cups your breasts, his moments shy and curious. “Wowww…” he huffs, running his thumb over your pebbled nipple, releasing a moan you didn’t know you were even holding back from the back of your throat, eyes wide in shock.
“They’re perfect,” he mumbles into your flesh, his cock twitching between your wet folds, “-soft.” But Mark's voice is even softer as he gains more and more confidence around your breasts.
Curious lips find your other nipple, sticking his pink tongue out, he swirls the bud between his teeth, quickly suctioning his mouth around the bumpy flesh. His slender digits lightly peck the plump skin, pinchin’ and pullin’ your sensitive bump and smiling dorky when you squeak, body jolting on top of him.
“Yeah? Mmfh! Feels so nice Mark, you sure you’ve never done this?”
Your tone is teasing. Light. The kind that makes him smile and stare up at you dumbfounded like he can’t believe this is happening right now. Your chest is covered in his spit, clear glossy patches around your burning flesh, sticky cunt squishing and squelching around his thick cock—he can’t help but whimper, the noises making your hips stutter.
As your hips malfunction, his own thighs press forward, the tip of his dripping cock hitching itself righttt where he’s dared to touch, your pussy engulfing his tip with a ‘slurp’.
“Ah! did you feel that? Ohmygod you’re so wet!” Mark remarks with a painful stretch of his vocal cords, neck tendons clenching at physical restraint he’s holding back.
He’s holding back. Well—trying his best. Your cunt so warm and welcoming, wet velvety walls wrapping around him so seamlessly—he belongs there, yet he pulls himself out with a whine, jutting his hips back up to your clit. “Should I try it? It’d feel sooo good, just one more time!”
“Mark I-I don’t think ‘s a good idea.” But the feeling of his dull dick caressing your clit isn’t the same. You both know that, your cunt clenching around nothing and everything at the same time, your mind growing dizzy at the under stimulation.
“Pleaseee—” he whines, hair falling down to his sweaty forehead sticking to the skin. “I…it would—” He can’t finish his request, the words so dirty he’d cum as soon as they left his open jaw, clammy palms finding the fat of your thick thighs, grabbing a handful of your ass, he adjusts the two of you, his tip now easily able to repeat its previous motions.
With every roll of your hips and every rock of your silky cunt, his cock hitches slightly higher into your hole, pre-cum slipping into the velvety entrance, so close yet so far away from your aching cunt.
His wobbly face locks itself into your eyes, inky pupils silently pleading for you to tell him what to do next—to tell him he can stick it in and fuck you fully, yet soemthing sinful stops you from giving in justtt yettt.
“C-Can I?”
You know exactly what he wants.
Pretty little bubblegum tip just crying out for you, inching its way into the carved out crater between your soaked thighs, underwear digging into your skin. “Wanna-wanna go in there soooo bad pretty. Look at you just sucking me in!” He’s crying, mushroom width throbbing and pulsating between your puffy covered lips, each rock of your hips messing him closer and closer with sticky slick.
“Oh baby we can’t-we can’tttt,” you drawl, breathing fluttering and hiccuping at the soft press of his head to your clit.
Baby. The words make him blush a powder pink, ears matching the fuzzy hues of his carved cheeks. “D-don’t say that.” He groans, hips bucking into your own, trying his best to absorb your body into him like he can’t get enough of you. Of the feeling.
Each lazy plunge causes you to lessen your grip on him, hands once pushing him away now guide him to your hips, pressing his fingers into the fat of your hips until it hurts. “Just let me…let me put the tip in jus’ this o-once pretty.” He begs, knuckles white at the strong hold on your hips, the pads of his thumbs etching themselves into your frame.
He feels it again, cock leaking dribble after dribble of excitement down your slit, his heart stopping each time it presses into your hole—his cock throbbing. “I’ll try my best-no! I’ll do my best! Make you feel so so good.”
Desperation clings onto his chest, every word agonizingly flowing out of his rapid lips. The need was dire, the rapid sensation of blood plunging through the spongy surface of his shaft was beginning to hurt.
He needed to fuck you.
Bad.
You can’t possibly say no to that face, eyebrows taught into a wobbly line, bottom lip kiss bitten and bruised a shimmery shade of your sticky fruity lip gloss. Even the streaky hair on the nape of neck was damp, hot flames bursting at the touch of your hands.
Sighing, you say nothing. Dominant hand slowly falling down to his vibrating chest, feeling his lungs inhale and exhale beneath your touch. You travel farther and farther down until buzzing digits find the crest of your soaked thighs, feeling the soaked slick coat your hand.
The tip of his dick shutters at the sensation of it pressing against your fingertips, hands clumsily wrapping around his shaft. You line his cock up with your hole, beginning to sink down. “Only the tip okay?” You hiss, damp eyelashes fluttering down to look at where you too connect.
“Oh thank you baby, thank you!” He cries, clear salty droplets of tears rimming his scleras. Attempting to blink them away, they drip down his rosy cheeks, the action making him shake his head in disbelief.
Your cunt squelches with each press of his cock into your walls, this time slotting himself in painfully slowly, like he needs to feel every curve of your cunt, every velvety ridge and slick bump inside of your body. His tip sinks in fully, yet his hips have a mind of their own as they continue pushing forward, your hands coming down to stop him. “Like I said, justtttt the tip.”
Mark shakes his head again, messy hair wild around his cheeks. “Right-right, just the tip.” He parrots with a shiver. Ridged hands begin to slowly tilt you off his cock, then gently plop you back on. “Just the tip… just the tippp.” His words are slurring, voice woozy and words melting together and dropping off his tongue.
“Yes Mark! Just the tip!” You slide your pussy against his shaft, skillfully rocking yourself on his squishy pink tip, feeling it press justtt right into your aching hole, pulling little mewls from your lips each time he accidentally brushes a little too far inside, clenching around him. “M-Mark! You feel so good, doing so good for me.”
“Am I?” He questions, stomach stirring at the praise. His bloated tip screams in your walls, his bottom half so hot and swollen he wants to grip you tight and stick his cock all the way inside of you and fuck you—yet he stalls, throwing his head back with a huff. “Thinking ‘s all you, feels so good on top of me!”
“Mmm-no, it’s all you.” You murmur, teeth finding the soft skin beneath his jaw. “Love this dick.” Whispering quiet enough he can barely hear it, the noises he starts to make cause your cunt to clench down hard, squeezing his cock in your warm walls, suffocating him deeper inside.
“Fuck! Ahh! S-Stop doing that!” He’s addicted to your slippery cunt, the tight push and pull slowly sinking him deeper with every thrust, his greedy tip pleading with you to bury itself to the hilt.
You can’t help but do it again, body craving the rest of his cock, dripping walls pouring down to his shaft with a loud ‘squelch!’ He’s just so cozy tucked inside of you, your cunt craving to just suck him inside and ride him like a whore. “Mark! Want it so bad.”
“W-Want what?” He asks, dazed. The feeling is mind shattering, he can feel his desire bubbling deep inside of him, cock pulsating similarly to when he fists his cock alone—he knows exactly what’s coming, but he can’t pull out—he can’t stop himself. “Gonna make me-ugh! And I c-can’t pull out!”
His cock is too eager. Mind too fuzzy. He can’t help but rut full force into you, filling you up inch by inch with a burning stretch. “No-No-No! I oh I can’t stop it! Fuck!” He screams out, the vein on his cock pulsating with a clench of your tender walls, a loud squelch pouring out of your cunt, his cock angrily spilling into your walls.
“God Mark!” You squeal, feeling his eager cock opening the floodgates, the valley of his river smearing past your snug cervix. His cock can’t stop itself, just pumping and pumping you full, feeling his shaft throbbing inside of you. “You’re cumming!!”
“I—oh baby.” His cum is quickly everywhere, white thick spurts lacquered with a thick creamy layer of seed. “Baby, baby.” His cock takes its time filling into every crevice until you can feel it leak down your cunt and out of your body, liquid messily painting your thighs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Oh baby I’m so sorry I didn’t mean—”
Mark’s embarrassed. His first time quickly unraveling into him cumming not even minutes after he finally gets to feel you makes him want to crawl up in the corner and scream. He always imagined how it would go—with you, taking you out for a nice date, laying you softly into the mattress and clumsily having his way with you, he never would have thought he’d become a desperate puddle of pure agony so quickly. “—I can’t believe I already—”
“—Mark! ‘s okay, you-” trailing off with a sigh, you lean forward, forearms latching onto his neck. “It happens.”
Yeah it does happen sometimes, especially when you have a pretty girl sitting on your lap.
Your cunt clenches again, hyper aware of the situation oozing between your legs quickly making a mess down his thighs and onto his plaid sheets.
Mark's eyes follow, hand coming up between the two of you. His thumb finds your clit, applying even pressure that causes you to jump. “Did you…” he trails off, brown eyes peering up at you, body painfully aware of his cock still fully stuffed inside of you.
“Cum?” You question, voice airy from his lazy touch to your clit. “No, not yet.”
Yet.
Mark gets an idea, mouth curling into a smile as his finger draws a lazy ‘M’ on the soft flesh of your clit, feeling it pulse beneath his digit. “Can I try?”
a/n: something short ‘n sweet for sweetie mark heheh the brain worm is inchin’ around my brain and FEASTINGGG
╰ 18+ MDNI. kirishima is addicted to breeding you.
it started as an accident.
the drinks in your system were making every rash decision for you as sticky fingertips pulled him into the backseat of his car, thankfully parked just outside the bar behind some bushes—far away from prying eyes.
sleek leather seats held him close to your skin, the new car smell ruminating in your senses when your mouth aggressively crashed into his, breathing him in your lungs.
kirishima was just as buzzed as you were, his enormous hands held each side of your hips beneath your skirt, the fabric bunching at your waist. his fingers dipped into the soft flesh, forcing your panty covered slit to rub on the zipper of his jeans, the cold metal making you gasp.
he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue down your throat, stale beer and fried food swirling around your tastebuds. you quickly reciprocate, licking the flavors off his tongue like you need him to survive.
“looked so good tonight eiji, didn’t mean to pull you away from your friends, just couldn’t help myself.” you mumble, pulling off his lips, a web-like string of spit connecting the two of you.
your hand shakes as you begin to pop open the button on his pants, the aching tent so generous the zipper starts to slide down on command, making room for the growing protrusion.
“i’m glad. rather be here with you anyways baby, gonna make you feel real good.” until he’s reaching into his wallet with two fingers, feeling around for the little tin packaging he always keeps on him for desperate times like these, except this time?
it’s not there.
the hand on your hip comes flying up to cup your cheek, the warmth instantly burning in his gentle grasp. “shit, shit, shit, baby—don’t have a condom.”
“mm, that’s okay.” you simply shrug, sliding your panties to the side, “just wanna feel you close.”
“okay,” kirishima swallows dryly, watching you hover over his painfully hard erection, “wait fuck? are you sure?”
“think you’ll feel so much better like this.” you sigh, hovering over his painfully hard erection. his creamy dribble of pre-cum glistening in the soft lighting.
you hips wobble at the feeling of his wide tip hitching between your raw slit, his thick cock head beginning to stretch you with a hiss from his lips. “shit—so damn tight,” he curses, but with each inch of his veiny cock your cunt begins to swallow, kirishima’s mouth goes silent, his mind going dumb.
he feels everything. the way a second heartbeat erupts from your puffy cunt, sappy walls drenching him with a creamy ring around the base with a fat ‘squeeelch’ as you slowly sink down on his cock until your ass finally meets his now tense thighs. every clench and ridge easily comply around his girth, the feeling almost unbearable.
kirishima is on fire, the way you sucking him in with your heat feels entirely different than the times previously, the good-for-nothing latex shielding him from just how perfect your cunt could feel.
“fuck babydoll, been hidin’ this pussy from me?” he groans, biting the bottom of his lip with ivory fangs in an attempt to not pass out. “never using a condom ever again, n-not when i got this to look forward too.”
and he’s telling the truth, your soft walls of velvet reminding his cock of the squishy flesh hidden behind your cheeks when you swallow him down your throat, the difference between the sheer amount of slickness and tightness in your womb.
you’re not much better off than he is, the sheer size of him almost knocking the wind out of your chest with each roll of your greedy hips, your clit chasing the soft patch of dark hair on his pelvis. “can feel you everywhere eijiro, feel even bigger without it.”
his cock treacherously maps you out, prodding at your tenacious spots and slithering against the mushy points between each divot of your silky walls with an almost calculated confidence, the warmth blooming inside of you unmistakably him.
“yeah i do don’t i? take me for all i’ve got, look so fuckin’ sexy riding me like this baby.” he throws an arm behind the seat, watching you take what you need from him, your ass slapping his thighs, the noises ricocheting off the cloth roofing.
“feels so good.” you moan, quickening your pace, feverishily swirling your hips in wide circles that don’t go unnoticed by krishima, his ruby shaded eyes watching you bounce up and down in awe.
“not gonna last long like this baby. not when you're sucking me in so tight.” his hand falls down to your clit, the messy slick covering your bodies making it easy for him to slip two fingers to the sensitive bundle, gently rubbing the folds.
“fuck—that’s okay. i want it, n-need to feel you cum inside,” you sigh, mind fuzzy and body desperately cock drunk on the feeling of him stretching you full, his curved shaft pressing snuggly into your g-spot with every sloppy kiss of his reddened mushroom tip.
your sultry words make him involuntarily jerk up into you, the hand steady at your waist now easily plopping you up and down, “shit! y’really want that? you’re really letting me?”
he throws his head back, messy crimson locks wildly spiking on the leather seats as your mouth finds his neck. your tongue runs down the soft spot behind his ear, slurping up the salty sweat collecting behind it with a grin.
“mhm—please,” mewling, you let him do all the work, his hands working you further into ecstasy like it’s the easiest thing in the world for him, bouncing you around as if you weigh nothing. “eiji, wanna feel you drippin’ out of me.”
his strength levels on inhumane heights, your head slightly grazing the soft roof with each ‘thud’, ‘thud’, ‘thud’, of his bulbous cock, the spongy texture kissing your cervix.
“yeah? wanna make a mess? l-let it leak down these soft fuckin’ thighs and out that pretty pussy?” he’s growing delirious, imagining his milky seed spilling from your cunt like a stringy web connecting him to you.
he wonders if you’d clench your hole just like you are now around his cock, forcing his cum deeper and deeper inside of you, or— if you’ll let it leak down your legs, the visual effect of him clamming your cunt for the world to see.
you quickly respond to his pondering, and he begins to wonder in his fucked-out state if he’s said it out loud. “yes! i’ll try to hold it in ‘til we get home! keep me warm ‘n full—wanna- wanna be good for you eiji.”
“fuckkk,” he grunts, his face flushing scarlet at the teetering feeling deep in his stomach beginning its unbearable balancing act, his cock needing release. “keep you nice and warm for later, right? gonna cum inside this pussy again and again and—shit! keep squeezin’ babydoll.”
“can fill me like this all you want ei.” the fingers on your clit turn you into a pliant pile of slippery jelly, your cunt just oozing and pouring relentless buckets of slick down to his balls with every snap of his brute of a cock.
it’s a slippery slope, every steady boundary the two of you break makes him more unhinged. he’s losing his resolve, snapping up into you with a mission to cum inside of you, the car rocking back and forth, the metal frame creaking.
the hand on your hip easily spreads to your lower belly, and he can’t help the words that fall from his slacked jaw at the sight, imagining you stuffed full of his seed. “w-what if it goes up here? y’still gonna be good ‘n hold it?”
he’s testing you, unsure of what you’d say if you could see what he’s thinking about as he grips your soft stomach. he’s imagining you; your soft body growing softer and rounder as the weeks turn into months, waddling around the house while your body develops to grow his baby deep inside of you. your thick hips would grow even wider, round tits doubling in size to prepare for the arrival of your baby—hopefully a boy, produced by pure love.
“please—please—please! gonna be so good, k-keep all of it inside!” you cry out, voice echoing in the silence of the backseat, your much smaller hand finding his own.
he lets you wrap your fingers around his thumb, giving one harsh press to your clit as he cums, instantly setting your own release off. “fuck alright—shit! take it baby.”
you’re babbling his name and sweet nothings into the shell of his ear as you ride out your high, yet kirishima can only think of the aftermath of his decision.
he wonders if this time he’d get lucky and it would take, but if it doesn’t? he’s gladly ready to step up to the challenge and fuck you daily—nightly even, feeding your greedy cunt fat loads until his balls are deflated and his cock can’t stand back up.
krishima can’t help but picture it, he’d be your big strong body guard, his tall frame hovering behind you each time you have to leave the house. everyone would know it’s him, the strong manly hero who fucked you raw and knocked you up, no one would mess with you ever again.
your hand gently tapping his cheek gets his attention, his eyes wildly blinking as you stare down at him, a giggle erupting from your chest. “i got carried away there… was that okay? if not-there’s a convenience store just around the block and we can go and snag a—”
“—what? no, wait-are you serious?” he gasps, his kiss bitten mouth falling open, brows furrowing. “baby, you told me to fill you up so i did.”
laughing, you clench around him, feeling the sappy liquid swirl in your walls as your cunt sucks him dry. “yeah, i know! just didn’t wanna scare you off… didn’t know if it was you or your dick talking.”
“don’t worry about that right now…” he pauses, watching his seed drip from your slit. “worry about not makin’ a mess when you lift off of me okay?”
a/n: divider by: @/ tsumiinum <33 going through drafts on my old account! baby dad kiriiiiiii come home :3 i’m knocking HIM UP! also totally edited this on tumblr so if u see an error omg plz tell me—bc why is it literally IMPOSSIBLE to edit on the app sigh
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