dududddeddedueedude the Kirishima somno drabble you wrote hnnnng like what tha heck would you do? Can't move but conscious as he fills you up, as he kisses against your neck. When you finally are able to whisper out a scratchy, tearful "stop" what does Kiri do? like asudhdfadfoufo I'm melting asdhoasd
God I promise I will write a full fucking fic but this has me panting so pls lemme just~~~
When he hears the word leave your lips it sounds like the fainted whimper, wide eyes staring up at him, pleading with him to stop but Kirishima knows that’s easier said than done.
That’s just it, he can’t stop. Your velvety walls are sucking him in so perfectly. The fear and distress at waking up in such a compromising position only makes your cunt flutter around his cock even more, almost like you’re trying to pull him in even deeper. There’s no way you want him to stop, not really. Not when you’re squeezing around him like that.
You must just be extra sleepy. Kirishima’s palm moving to stroke your cheek as he shushes you gently, rocking his hips against yours slowly as he feels your walls continue to clench around him, his balls pressed snugly against the swell of your ass with each sloppy thrust.
“S’okay, baby. I know, I know.” Kirishima coos as he watches fresh tears begin to dribble down your temples, his large palm moving to wipe them away, “I try my best to be gentle, I promise- but you’ve always been so fucking tight.” Each word is paired with a thrust of his hips, “it took me weeks to finally stretch you out enough for my cock.”
The realisation hits you as you go over his words in your head.
Weeks. He’s been doing this for weeks.
Those mornings you woke up soaked between your legs and missing your panties, trying to recall if you even wore them to bed in the first place as your entire body felt sore. It was all starting to make sense.
You tried to move but you felt so lethargic, the drugs he’d given you dulling your motions just enough to keep you placid beneath him. His hands palming your breasts as he placed sloppy kisses along your jaw, moving down to latch his teeth onto the curve of your neck.
“I guess it doesn’t matter if I leave a mark now huh pretty girl.” He latches onto the skin, the sharpness of his teeth against the sensitive flesh making your lips part in a low whine, a sound ripped from deep in your throat as he begins to lap his tongue over the wound, a faint metallic taste coating his tongue.
“It’s so nice to finallysee your eyes while we do this, Princess. I can finally get some new selfies of us.”
This makes your stomach lurch, new selfies? What photographs did he have of you already? What positions were you in, did you have clothes on? Your body beginning to temble at the thought.
“Oh, look at me. Where are my manners?” Kirishima grinned innocently, moving his thick, hulking body from over yours. Slipping his thumb towards where your bodies were connected and pressing constant circles against your clit, “don’t worry, I could never forget about you, Princess.”