Me Rn Cause I Dont Have Wifi In The New House Yet So Tumblr Has Been Soo Super Slow I Dont Even Know

me rn cause i don’t have wifi in the new house yet so tumblr has been soo super slow ☹️ i don’t even know if this will post send help 😔

- you catch kirishima watching p-rn and ask to watch with him. can you guess what happens next? 🤭

note: this could also go for kaminari too UGHH

cw: (COLLEGE AU!) virgin!kirishima, virgin!reader, piv (female genitalia!), oral (f receiving) i think that’s all!! if i missed anything lmk!

you didn’t mean to ease drop. you were on your way to his dorm when you heard strange noises coming from inside, halting your fist just before your knuckles hit the door to press your ear against the wood with wide eyes. you couldn’t believe your ears, your bestfriend was watching porn.

you opened the door and kirishima couldn’t be more quick to practically slam his laptop shut, wide eyed with parted lips as he stared back at you. “were you just watching porn?” you question even though you already know and he shakes his head frantically to which you laugh and point a finger at him. “you totally were!”

his face is beat red at this point, bending his elbow and hiding his face behind his forearm and bicep, rambling on about how embarrassed he was. :(((( he’s so cute.

“can i watch too?”

he’s baffled that you would even ask such a thing, slowly lowering his arm to give you a questionable look, eyes slightly narrowed. he almost thought he was hearing things at first. “uhmm… sure…”

so you sit beside him on his bed, both criss crossing your legs causing your knees to touch and he presses play sheepishly. you guys sit in silence for a few awkward seconds, watching the grossly over exaggerated performance but you eventually start cracking jokes which causes him to laugh.

the both of you end up talking about the general idea of sex and it comes out that you’re both virgins. eijirou purses his lips as he glances back down at the laptop for a moment and suddenly without thinking, asks you if you wanted to try it out with him. although when he realizes what he said he’s back to being all embarrassed, trying so hard to defend himself.

“i mean… maybe we could figure it out together… UH-i mean like if yknow you ever wanted to- or-.. just forget i said anything.” he’s such a stuttering mess it’s adorable!!

you giggle and happily agree to his offer and he’s stunned. if any more surprises hit him tonight, he’s afraid he’ll have a heart attack.

you two end up trying what you saw in the video you watched - you started with innocent kisses; soft and sweet with both your guys’ hands cupping each others face as you both giggle into the kiss. and than the kissing progressed, a full on make out sesh that grew more intense. you end up in his lap and he’s grabbing onto anything he can touch. your shoulders, your waist, your thighs. and every time his short nails graze against your skin your humming with approval and he’s sooo dizzy.

he’s getting desperate and needy and you’re not far behind him, his hands guiding your hips against his painful hard-on, the room filled with breathy moans and gasps and all sorts of other desperate noises youre both probably embarrassed of.

you’re getting impatient, gripping his soft red hair to pull away and he’s chasing your lips.

“do you have condoms?”

he practically tumbles over the side of his bed and you erupt into a fit of giggles as he yanks open his bed side drawer and pulls out a condom.

the SECOND he pushes inside you his face pales over because shit he already feels like he’s going to cum. he’s mumbling incoherent nonsense under his breath and praying to GOD that he doesn’t embarrass himself and he’s so grateful you need a second to get used to the feeling of penetration before any movement happens.

his muscular body is hovering above you with his blanket covering you both and when you give him the go ahead to start moving he grows more anxious. he drags his hips out and his face is contorting and twisting in pleasure, a shaky groan leaving him as he slowly pushes back into you.

hearing that high pitched gasp when his tip kissed your cervix has his hips snapping back to push right back into you, wanting, needing to hear that sound again. over and over, he’s met with soft moans that has him running, sprinting to the finish line, leaning down to nip at your neck as you hold onto him and lock your legs around his waist.

“kirii..” you whine out, clenching around him and practically pulling him back in every single time he winds back and that was the literal end of him.

before he can even warn you his cumming into the condom, arms tightly wrapped around you as he fucks into you desperately, moaning into your neck and rambling incoherent praise.

when he’s realized he came in the first three minutes his face is as red as his hair and he’s pulling away to look down at you in a panic of embarrassment.

“i-i’m so sorry! fuck you just felt so good i couldn’t help myself.. did you finish?”

he’s horrified when you giggle and shake your head despite the content look on your face and he’s shoving his own face into the nape of your neck, apologizing over and over again and you only laugh.

“it’s okay kiri, i swear! it’s normal, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” you soothed but he wasn’t convinced.

“nono, i’m not gonna leave you unsatisfied.. that wouldn’t be manly at all.”

you’re shocked as you watch him shuffle down the bed and move in between your legs, about to object but we’re cut off by his tongue pressing flat against your core. your body jolts and you cry out at the stimulation, and kirishima has a sparkle in his eyes at the effect he has on you.

he’s like a kid in a candy store, lapping at your little bundle of nerves with a firm hold on your hips. he moves his tongue just like he saw in the video, flicking your sensitive bud and wrapping his lips around it. he’s making out with your heat like a starved man, moaning into you as if eating you out is causing him some immense amount of pleasure.

the vibrations from his voice against your clit is enough to make you finally come undone, legs shaking and your toes curling and you SWEAR you saw stars.

kirishima is cleaning you up, drinking down your cum and you squeal at the over stimulation, pushing against the top of his head. “too much!”

the red headed boy pulls himself up with a wide smile and a wet chin, his tongue darting out to clear any of your remaining essence off his lips. “i never thought i’d love doing that so much!” he exclaims and you shake your head with a dopey smile, still coming down from your high.

“hey, you up for another round?”

kirishima asks sheepishly after sitting up to reveal that he was hard again and you just sit up and pounce on him.

it’s safe to say you two did a lot of that in your guys’ free time after that. 🤗

giving you guys some dabi content soon 🤭 stay tuned. 😛

i need help finding motivation for new things - mainly one shots. stranger things fandom PLEASE come in clutch and send requests my way. :p smut, angst, fluff WHATEVER. keep em comin. 😇

summary: after a hunt gone wrong, dean is in need of comfort.

warnings: angst, fluff, sad dean, alcohol use.

note: hope you enjoy, i wrote this more so for myself for a little bit of comfort :]

andy sat in the back of the impala with dean driving and sam asleep in the passenger seat, her tired eyes watching as the trees and other cars whip past her window.

her frame leaned back into the leather, her body still tense from the hunt they had just finished and the effects of such began to catch up with herself, feeling her muscles progressively grow achy and sore.

the hunt was a bit of a blow - the three hunters got hurt and it all together didn’t go as planned.

thankfully, no one was -too- hurt.

andy’s thoughts focused on deans music, her hand occasionally trailing up to the nape of her neck to try and soothe the crook that was taunting her.

whenever dean put on his usual ac/dc, led zeppelin, deep purple, metallica etc, she couldn’t help her body subtly reacting to the tunes, her fingers tapping against her thigh, her head just barely moving back and forth in synch with the rhythm.

andy’s grey orbs flashed over to dean, knowing he was probably beating himself up about the hunt going south, which she’d noticed him do over the past few years she’d been hunting with them.

she let her eyes linger on the back of his head for a little while longer before a silent sigh fell from andy’s lips as she laid her head against the window and returned her gaze onto the trees, before her eyes eventually fell shut for the rest of the trip back.

after another hour or so, they made it back and sun set was about to bloom.

andy got out of the impala and shut her door, walking around the car and making her way inside the bunker, glancing over at dean silently for a moment before hand.

andy made a b line to the kitchen, grabbing herself a beer and then making her way into the common room, sitting down at the table with a tired sigh.

her hands worked at opening the beer to take a few gulps from the beer, the slight burning sensation she felt as it smoothed down her throat easing her just a little, but enough to make her relax.

andy stared at the wooden table quietly, her black chipped finger nail drawing lazy circles on the smooth surface before her eyes flashed over to the condensation slowly dripping from the beer bottle, a few drops racing to the bottom of the glass bottle to pool beneath it.

after a while, she turned her head, the silence that remained concerning her a little bit.

if dean hadn’t come inside soon, she’d go out and check on him.

they’d never really been intimately close, never once embracing each other in anything further than a hug.

but sometimes andy could sense he needed more than that.

she never pursued such though, since dean was the more ‘i don’t need anyone’ type.

she figured he’d get offended or something, so she always kept her distance when he got in his moods.

hearing dean walk into the bunker, she turned her gaze back down at her beer bottle, going back to watching the droplets of liquid pool under the bottle and onto the wooden table.

after she heard his footsteps move past from behind her, her eyes trailed over to look at him, watching as he opened a bottle of whiskey and took a few swigs straight from the bottle.

silently, she watched him, trying to figure out what was going on inside his head but she never could.

she turned her head back down to the beer bottle, lifting it to her lips and taking a few more sips before setting it back down where it once was.

“you know it’s not your fault, right?”

her voice broke the silence, ringing through the room and echoing off the walls of the bunker.

one last time, her grey orbs fixed over to see he was now looking at her, gazing into his green eyes, as her eye brows raise a little.

“you shouldn’t beat yourself up the way you do.. it’s not healthy.”

she mumbled, a small shake of her head following her softened voice.

dean just kind of stared at her. silence. it’d been 1… 5… 15… 20 seconds. just quietly looking at each other.

the silence between them was comfortable. not in the slightest bit awkward or uncomfortable. it’s always been that way between the two - never once did they feel the need to ramble on about random stuff in order to make the air between them less awkward.

andy’s eyes moved away from him after a while when he still hadn’t said anything. maybe she had offended him.

andy sighed and took another sip of her beer before standing up and walking off to her room, grabbing some clothes and tiredly striding into the bathroom.

after stripping down her clothes and stepping under the warm water, she almost let out a relieved sigh. she could practically feel her muscles screaming ‘thank you’, her sore body relaxing as she focused on the feeling of the water streaming down her aching figure.

after her shower, she got dressed and stepped out of the bathroom, walking down the hallway and stopping in front of deans bedroom. she wanted to knock and ask if he was okay, but she was able to answer that herself.

surely he was still beating himself up, always so hard on himself thinking there was always things he could’ve done differently.

reluctantly, though, she left a few knocks on the door, patiently waiting for him to open the door, or give the okay for her to come in. something. but not to her surprise, nothing. 1… 5… 10 seconds pass. and still - nothing.

andy gently opened the door, peaking inside to see dean sitting at the edge of his bed, hunched over with his hands tangled in his hair. andy hesitated for a moment before she invited herself in and sat down beside him.

she sat there. quiet. still quiet. 3… 4… 5 minutes pass and still. silence. that was okay. andy didn’t expect him to speak to her if he didn’t want too. it was like dean not to talk about his feelings, and she’d respect that boundary, even if she knew he -should- talk about it.

a while longer passes, and andy finally speaks up in a quiet voice.

“dean.”

it took a second, but deans head moved to look at her. just barely, she could see how glossy his eyes were, and the exhaustion etched in his face. he had been crying. seeing this took andy back a little - it was worse than she thought. and it broke her heart to see dean this upset - this vulnerable in front of her. something she hadn’t seen before.

without another word, andy moved closer, turning her body so she was facing him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. unexpectedly, dean moved closer into her embrace, his arms firmly wrapping around her torso and his face disappearing into the crook of her neck.

they stayed like this for a while, andy’s fingers trailing up and down his shoulder blade while her other hand smoothed through his hair, gently scratching every now and then as she whispered soft nothings into his ear. in that moment, a silent understanding grew between the two of them. she was right. he -did- need this. he needed it all along. and from now on, they’d seek each other out when they needed this most. just the two of them, sitting comfortably in each others arms. in silence.

from now on, andy wouldn’t hesitate to hold him and tell him that it was okay to be vulnerable around her, and that everything would be okay.

this is so denki kaminari coded.