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MDNI

Kiri was always such a cutie with his vibrant red hair down, especially when he slept. Soft snores leaving his soft lips, waking up next to him every morning is always a nice surprise. As you watched the redhead sleep peacefully a soft smile made it's was onto your face before your pressed together needily, eyes flickering down to his strong forearm that still stayed wrapped around you in his slumber. Never letting go.

As much as you wanted him, you couldn't bear to wake the sleeping cutie next to you. Then again you did both talk about how if you wanted to wake him up because 'you couldn't sleep' he'd be fine with it. So acting quickly but carefully, you pulled back the covers from kiris chest. Revealing his toned abs through his tank top, your eyes filled with need and lust as you sat up. Pulling his boxers low enough you then sat carefully down on his thighs. Haulting your movements as ejirou stirred in his sleep, licking your lips you eagerly raised your hips angling eji's cock to line up with your dripping cunt. That stained your panties, pushing them aside you Slid down, biting back a moan as you felt all the veins and girth stretching your out.

Basking in the feeling of fullness you didn't even realize kiri started to wake up, "Huh- oh baby, fuck if your wanted me that bad you couldve just woken me up y'know." He stated, his husky voice causing you to tighten around his shaft. "M'sorry eji I just needed it." You whined, leaning down to press a passionate kiss to his lips, your hips unconsciously grinding down on his. Causing you both to pull back with a moan, "Fuck princess, you're so tight." Ejirou groaned, your cunt sucking him in deeper like a vice. "Please eji, please fuck me." You begged, your doe like eyes pleading for a release.

"Alright princess, daddy's got you, don't waste a drop now ok?"

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❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜ WITH KIRI PLS ILL DIE

☆༉ — EIJIROU KIRISHIMA: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ you’re fucking gorgeous like that, spread out for me like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜

extension. shibari kink, oral sex, begging, praise + afab!reader/pro hero!kirhsima, nsfw, minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

things to note. dani baby, i hope this pleases you bc im ngl i ascended to heaven writing this hehe !! anyways ily mwah mwah !!

“s-surprise?” 

when you’d texted kirishima, asking him to come home early, this hasn’t been what he expected at all. he was a good man, he took his job saving the day a little too seriously. but when his baby texted him, in need and urgently, he was happy to hang up the mantle of number five hero to come and be your hero. 

kirishima was a good man, but maybe good men don’t secretly thank the heavens that civilians don’t need rescuing so they can come home early just to fuck their baby. 

“well this is nice,” eijirou does try to keep his voice even as he enters your shared bedroom — a place full of love and lust, usually in equal amounts. he feels his cock throb behind the heavy leather pants of red riot’s uniform. his tip oozes thick and viscous precum against the inside of the material at the sight of you, though it hardly does anything to alleviate his yearning. 

you’re a vision of beauty, something only the gods of the highest power could spread, spread out against silken sheets with your ankles tied to the bed posts by red ribbon’s as dark as the blood that pumps through kirishima’s veins. that same blood that carries happy hormones through the chambers of his heart and right up to his brain, dizzying the redhead with delirium and desire for you.   

thumbing the ribbon, eijirou comes to stand by the bed — swaying on his feet as he watches you tantalisingly scissor two of your fingers inside your tight heat while your hips back up in search for more. “you did this all for me? now, what did i do to deserve such a treat like this?” he speaks through a pout as if he’s mocking you, the rough palm of his hand traversing it’s way down your calves and your thighs that twitch under his touch. 

truth be told, he is mocking you. because while he appreciates the view, kirishima knows your tiny little fingers are not enough to get you off on their own, he knows you must’ve been right on the edge  waiting for him. his poor little baby. you poor little thing. 

“missed you,” you croon, slipping another finger inside yourself to emulate the feeling of kirishima stretching you open. a squelching symphony echoes throughout the room as you fuck yourself and narrowly brush up against your g-spot, bouncing off of walls and shooting straight to the hero’s sopping, seedy length.  “been workin’ so hard. w-wanted to treat you.” 

“yeah? kirishima hums huskily as the bed dips beneath his weight. to see a man of his sheer size crawl between your open legs only serves to make you gush into the seat of your palm as it lewdly slaps against your puffy mound. “a reward all for me? god baby, i must be the luckiest man on earth t’get rewarded like this...” he continues, voice lowering to a carnivorous and lecherous growl that has your back arching away from the bed. the redhead can hardly control his slur either, saliva pooling in palette of his tongue as a sign post for his desperation to taste you. 

calculatedly, eijirou spreads your swollen folds apart with two fingers — head swooping down to spit down on your clenching cunt and add his spit to the mix, watching the frothy white slide into your hole alongside whatever juices you leak. like the filthy, not so good man he is — he inhales deeply, moaning at the scent of your sex in the air.  “you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good baby who just wants to be eaten.”  his words taper off, drowned out by the loud slurping sound he makes as his lips wrap around your budding clit. “god, you’re so fucking wet down here, gorgeous. all for me?” 

“a-all for you!” high pitched whines burst out from your spit-slicked lips and your legs jerk against their restraints when kirishima lays his tongue flat against your slit — sucking the juices right from between your swollen folds. he pushes your hand aside, languidly rolling his tongue past your entrance to fuck your greedy little hole, even though his appetite for your sweet nectar is probably greater than your body’s need for him. 

kirishima’s ruby framed eyes roll back into the darkness of his skull at the taste of you and the way your nimble fingers sift through his red locks, harshly tugging his face into your sopping heat. “fuck me baby,” he laments mindlessly, lapping at your clit and your juicy pussy while you soak his cheeks with the syrupy essence that flows from your gooey insides. “i want it, want it all over my face. fuckin’ cover me in it.” 

moving to rest your restrained legs on his broad shoulders, eijirou spreads you even further than before — whining against your folds, nose nudging your clit that pearls with arousal, pink tongue stimulating you to the point where your mind literally fucking breaks. you’re a mess, and if you could see yourself now, you’d be embarrassed at the way your thighs shake either side of your boyfriend’s head — every drag, and roll and flick of his tongue dragging you towards the orgasm your body so desperately cries out for. 

“please baby, ah— fuck, please give it t’me baby. wanna taste you, want my reward so fucking badly, it hurts,” kirishima knows better than to talk with his mouthful — but he really can’t help it, wriggling his tongue against your ribbed walls in an impatient attempt to get you messy and squirting all over him just like he wants. three of his rough fingers find themselves on your clit, rubbing in tight circles while he sucks on your pussy so hard you think you might die.

“c’mon baby, know you’re close. you’re gonna cum for me? yeah?” a condescending chuckle vibrates against your sex, threatening to knock down the bricks of pleasure building in your lower tummy. “oh you fucking are. yeah you are… come on baby, come on. there you fucking are… oh, fuck.”  at this point, he’s fucking the sheets — high on ecstasy, cock aching to cum but he won’t until you do.

your orgasm nearly kills you. 

it sucks the life from your lungs and replaces it with all that is eijirou kirishima — your mind goes blank and your body convulses so hard that he has to hold you down while he kitten licks you through your high. eijirou takes everything that you give him too, gulping down the stream of your arousal until he feels like he’s choking, gagging on your juices like they’re the last thing he’ll ever have to drink. 

he does so because he’s grateful. 

because kirishima isn’t one to take eating you out as a reward, for granted.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪ !

prohero!kirishima x prohero!reader

genre: smut, p with plot (kinda)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, dub-con (aphrodisiac pheromones), joke gone wrong, bunnyquirk!reader (like rumi), kiri has an abnormal dick (inspired by @makoodles dragon dick series), hotheaded reader gets drunk on c-u-m, bakugo slander bc why not, copious amounts of cum, mentions of drowning in cum, unrealistic sex, breeding, impregnation kink, cervix breaching (if only i could do this irl, sigh), creampie, overstimulation, and kiri’s dick is sensitive ⛲️

+a/n: this was actually something i’ve had on my mind ever since i read makoodles’ dragon dick kiri. it’s just perfect and so addictive that i think i go back to read their dragon dick kiri works every week.

++ “eiji, would you like me to suck your cock for you?”

𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪

manga buddies from childhood, you and kirishima were never the type to shy away from a manga, preferring to keep your heads submerged into the pages as you fantasised about the different worlds you travelled through manga to manga. kiri was the silent reader whereas you would admire the heroes in typical hero vs villain mangas, barking at the villains when they got good hits on the heroes.

you swore you would be a hero just like rumi usagiyama and not long after, kirishima joined you in the pursuit of your dreams. even after following each other to ua, you still would end up in either of your dorm rooms, one silent and the other yelling profanities at 2d fictional characters. you were his bakugo 2.0. maybe that was why you couldn’t stand your best friend’s lesser best friend; he was just an extra.

you stuck with each other after ua, deciding to both continue pro-hero work with each other. you were his sidekick; the sidekick that would often be seen butting heads with ground zero in public after missions before being dragged away by an embarrassed red riot.

you basically lived with him, barging in whenever you wanted and sometimes getting tossed back out by bakugo. you would stomp your way into the penthouse after a stressful mission with two mangas in your hand, throw one at kirishima’s face, and then make yourself at home.

“what happened this time?” he grumbles, tired red eyes following you as you stomp past him and towards his bedroom door, noting how your white bunny ears flatten down against the sides of your head.

you pause in front of the brown door and his eyes wince shut, dreading what you’re about to do. you pull your arms back, give a shout and then kick your leg out, demolishing eijiro’s 16th door in the last month. “you have got to stop doing that, ___.”

“stupid fucking katsuki,” you mutter, struggling to climb onto a 6 foot tall bed that seems to always be hard to get onto when you’re angry. “and this stupid fucking bed,” you scream, thrashing about on the bed. kirishima can’t help but smile at how cute you are. with your legs dangling off of his bed and your demonic yelling into his duvet, you still look so precious and adorable to the number 5 hero.

“here, here, stop screaming…” he pushes up on your thighs when you drop your legs, hating how good your skin feels against his calloused hand. kirishima also can’t help but peek at your signature camel toe, eyeing the way the white latex clings onto your puffy cunt, defining your cute clit. his mouth waters. his eyes travel upwards to find your bountiful ass hanging out of your tight leotard; he loved how the latex sat snug in-between your ass cheeks.

your suit never failed to make sure he was trending the day after a mission for the big bulge between his legs.

“who has a bed this fucking tall…?” you grumble, clambering onto the bed. you don’t notice the red eyes burning into your ass as you wiggle your way up, too busy smoothing out the wrinkles and crinkles on your cover of bleach. sitting up, you turn to face kirishima. “oh— you’re red.”

your manly bestfriend stares at you with wide eyes, cheeks redder than his hair, and a hard-to-miss bulge in his grey sweatpants. you furrow your brows and squint at the impressive boner. “do you have a boner?” you ask, leaning over the bed’s edge to peer down at it. a bead of sweat rolls down eijirou’s temple. startled, he stumbles back when your head snaps back up. “did i give you a boner?”

kirishima stands stiff, stupefied at your question. he’s a pro-hero that has to put up with the weirdest shit on missions and off missions. from cowardly villains asking if he could just use their mouths as a replacement for their punishment, to fans asking if they could get a picture of his asshole for their rendition of a more accurate version of his new merch doll— he’s heard it all. but this— this question makes him shrivel up and wish he was six feet under.

“n-no…?” he hiccups.

“don’t you hiccup when you lie…?”

the way you narrow your eyes at him, raising your right eyebrow, like you do when you interrogate villains, and the way you scrunch your face up sends goosebumps through his body. he’s done for.

this time in a much more deeper, grovelling voice, he scoffs, “no, what? of course not!” lifting his chin, his chest puffs up and his jaw locks in place. even though he’s well into his 20s, you know he’s still attached to the word ‘manly’ and still frequently wonders if he’s reached the peak of manliness yet. you think he did ages ago. but you watch the heave of his chest stutter and the sweat roll down his temple (only to be intercepted by a quick swat) and you can’t help but scoff.

“eiji, would you like me to suck your cock for you?”

𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪

“mmph~!”

kirishima was disgusted by your question. so disgusted that he dropped his pants and released his weeping cock within seconds. to say you were surprised about what hid in your best friend’s boxers would be an understatement. how could you have not noticed it throughout your 23 years of friendship?

“glurk glurk.”

now, you were obviously just joking… but it was so hideously marvellous. with bumpy ridges lining his thick, pulsing purple veins and a swollen base that definitely would not be fitting inside of you, he was so different, so ‘h-hot~!’. you made the mistake of sniffing it. after that deep sniff, you weren’t like yourself. it was like cupid’s nastier, ovulating twin had just hit you with her bow and now you were the one ovulating! with hearts for eyes, a leaking, soppy cunt for a vagina, and hentai, breastfeeding tits for breasts, you couldn’t help but give it just one lick…

“ah~…”

one lick turned into two, two turned into three and so on. but it was all just a new experience that you wouldn’t be regretting later on… who knew that eijirou kirishima had a big, fat—

“cooock~!”

trembling, his knees waver and his hands scramble to get a good grip on your hair, tilting your head back. you give him a dazed smile and whisper, “please, daddy~!” kirishima’s eyes almost fly out of his head at your plead. an unfamiliar, foreign rush sends hard, violent shivers throughout his tensing body. and then, kirishima eijirou lets out the most satisfied moan he’s ever conjured up in his 27 years of living.

hot spurts of white cum splatter against your face, almost hitting your eye. “fuuuck~!” your tongue lolls out of your mouth for a taste and, god, he tastes so sweet! you imagine what the insides of his balls looked like; similar to the oompa loompas in willy wonka’s chocolate factory, there would be miniature yous stirring the white liquid with giant sticks, prepping it for your cunt.

you pant, grinding your latex-covered clit against your palm. the sight of kiri cumming is so fucking hot; his eyebrows are furrowed, his head’s thrown back and his eyes are shut. his moans are so melodic you think of recording them to use them as asmr to fall asleep.

but you soon notice that he’s been cumming for over 30 seconds now, and the evidence of his non-stop firehose is all over your face, suit and hair. you know that if you don’t think of something quick, you would drown in his seed— not that you mind.

like a pro, you close your lips around his cock and within seconds, your cheeks are bloated. you shuffle closer to him, taking more of his cock in, because what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t let your best friend use your throat? his cum fires down your throat and straight into your stomach for a good minute before he finally opens his eyes and, god, was he in for a surprise.

his usual demonic, rabid and hotheaded best friend’s stuffed to the brim with his cum. your eyes smile even though a thick string of his cum had flung over your right eye, your cheeks are blown out with his seed and your face is painted over with hot, white goo… was he dreaming? your eyes beam a hot pink and your pupils are hearts. they’re oddly similar to the aphrodisiac villain kirishima fought the day before; the same villain that begged him to fuck their mouth. he thought he was able to deflect the horny asshole’s hits but now, he isn’t so sure.

“oh shit…” he whimpers.

you’re still swallowing what’s left in your cheeks with that dazed, cum-drunk look on your face. kirishima knows that once the horny, aphrodisiac pheromones had left your system, he was in trouble. but… does he really have to stop here?

your lips slide off the head of his cock and you hold a hand to your mouth and belly, struggling to swallow the last portion of thick cum. “mmph~!” dropping your hand to cradle your full stomach, your mouth finally opens with a burp and hot steam slips past your cherry lips. “m-more, eijirou~…” you moan, letting your tongue tease the head of his cock.

you don’t want him to stop, at least in this intoxicated state of mind, so why would he?

𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪

“please, daddy, breed me!” you hate kids. “fucking impregnate me, knock me up, eijiro! please, i need it so bad! i looove you~!” you didn’t love him that much.

this would be an afternoon to regret.

your legs shake and your eyes roll back as kirishima’s mouth lolls open mindlessly. “i-i’m gonna—!” he doesn’t finish the sentence before he’s shoving his entire 9 inches into you, breaching your battered cervix and emptying his entire load inside of your pulsing womb, leaving no space for any leaks.

you’re greeted with another toe-curling orgasm as he floods your inside with a sticky white and ruts into you like a wild man. “i’m s-so s-sorry,” he keens and drops his head to your shoulders, drooling onto you as he continues fucking his cum into you.

your eyes tear up with your mouth releasing the most pornographic moans but the littlest twitches of your hips and clenches of your tiny cunt have him crying out, pressing his hand further into your swelling lower abdomen and spurting even more cum into you. you can feel the obscene amount of cum pooling around where you two are connected, even though he’s plugging you up so much that you think you’re about to split in half.

with a firehose thicker than your arm, a fat knot at the end of his cock, and a scent that drove you crazy, your childhood bestfriend had ruined you for any other man. you’re so painfully full that your eyes roll into their corners and your tongue wags out of your mouth and your hips hump back up into him;just like out of a hentai.

“s-so full!”

“you look pregnant already,” kirishima mumbles, rubbing a hand across his face. “what have i done…”

heavier, leaking tits, wider hips, and a ‘oh, i’m 6 months pregnant!’ belly: you literally tick off everything on what a doctor would call ‘the pregnancy criteria’. you’re lying on your back, cum all over your torn hero suit, and you’ve finally passed out. he doesn’t know how many rounds you went, or more worrying, how many times he came inside of you. if you really weren’t on birth control, he would be in trouble. he doesn’t know what he’s gonna say when you wake up and the dick pheromones are out of your system (hopefully).

but one thing he does know,

is that he’ll be making regular visits to that villain from now on.

#manga buddies; fin.

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do not steal, modify, or publish my work.

No thoughts. Only Bakugou letting Kiri fuck his girlfriend.

Warnings: 18+, cucking, ass play.

“You should feel real fuckin’ grateful I’m even allowing you to do this now, shitty hair.” Bakugou flopped himself back into your plush vanity lounge chair, his vermilion eyes trained on your naked body beneath his best friend.

You mewled as Kirishima took his large cock in a fist and stroked the tip along your folds, groaning as he felt just how wet you were for him. Nudging the head against your puffy clit as you arched your back towards him invitingly, licking his lips as he eyed your breasts hungrily. He had to calm down, terrified of being a one pump chump. But he couldn’t help it, you just looked so beautiful, and the fact that you belonged to his best friend who was now your main audience? Kirishima felt his cock twitch in his palm as he sucked in a breath; trying to ease his excitement.

“Please, Eijirou.” You whined beneath him, your smaller hand reaching down to try and push his cock towards where you wanted it most, feeling the tip slip into your tight entrance as your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.

The sound of your voice calling his name so sweetly made him shudder, a low “fuck” leaving his lips as he pushed forward. Your walls fluttering around him perfectly, how the fuck were you so tight?

Your eyes glancing to the side to see Bakugou pumping his thick cock languidly, dark eyes intently watching the scene in front of him.

“She’s tight isn’t she?” Bakugou spoke to Kirishima as though you weren’t even in the room, his other hand moving down to cup his balls as you licked your lips at the sight of pre beading at his tip. Vermilion eyes turning back to you as your lover smirked at you from across the room, “She loves my fuckin’ cock, don’t you, Princess?”

“It’s so good, Katsuki. So big-” You cooed, your hands gliding down Kirishima’s muscular back until they found purchase on his ass, squeezing the firm mounds as you tried to pull him even deeper inside your cunt.

“Why don’t you show Eiji how good it feels- actually, I dunno if he could fuckin’ take it. He already looks ready to blow.” Bakugou threw his head back in laugher before standing up from his seat, the mattress curving when he climbed onto the bed behind Kirishima.

“S-shut up,” Kirishima stuttered trying to focus on keeping himself from climaxing inside you, but when he felt Bakugou spit down between his parted cheeks, a thumb moving out to circle his tight rim his release crashed through him. Shuddering with a moan as he came inside you, collapsing onto his forearms above you as his warm breath fanned across your neck.

“Fuckin’ pussy.” Bakugou’s eyes met yours over Kirishima’s shoulder as he pressed his thumb past his best friend’s outer rim, “I hope you don’t think that’s it.”

“You want Kirishima to make you cum, don’t you baby?” You nodded your head with a smile towards your boyfriend, hearing the noises Kirishima was making from Bakugou fingering his ass as he added a second finger, scissoring them inside him as he bucked his hips back towards Bakugou’s touch.

“I’ll show you how she likes to be fucked.” Bakugou bared his teeth and gums as he pushed his cock inside Kirishima, your body quivering as you felt the movement from Bakugou even through Kirishima, his own cock stirring back to life.

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okay okay, so since @bakubunny was kind enough to give a helpful guide on the differences, I decided to practice a bit. i am. still unsure if i got it right, but it was fun trying 😂

in the mornings with dad bf!eijirou

You wake to the gentle graze of lips against your cheek, stirring you from sleep as they press soft kisses to your skin. "Up and at 'em, sweetpea," Eijirou murmurs, voice low, still husky from grogginess that still grips at him.

A soft whine escapes you, the frigid air of the morning a stark contrast to the heat from the man lying beside you. It runs a shiver down your spine and you curl into yourself, eyes screwing shut tighter and brows furrowing. "Five more minutes," you rasp, unwilling to let go of the dreams still playing in your mind.

There's a low chuckle from the man beside you and he kisses your cheek again. "Okay, okay, five more minutes."

Despite his agreement, you still feel the dip of the mattress as Eijirou shifts. You pry an eye open, watching as he groggily gets up from his place beside you with a big stretch, sleep addled muscles popping and groaning. He stands from the bed, large strides taking him out of your view as he moves to stand by your side of the bed.

"I'll go get breakfast ready," he says quietly into your ear, pressing another chaste kiss to your temple as he reaches over you to pull one of his pillows up to your side. You envelop it in your arms, squeezing it and inhaling his scent that still lingers to the fabric. Eijirou pulls up the thin blanket pooling around your waist, settling it along your shoulders and tucking you in. "I'll bring it up when it's ready."

Before he leaves, he presses one final kiss to the tip of your nose, telling you to get back to sleep while he started the morning.

in the afternoon with dilf!eijirou

You step outside onto your front porch, cold glass of water in your hands. The condensation on the glass dampens your skin, collecting between your fingers and running down the back of your hand, but you don't seem to notice. Your attention is focused elsewhere.

It really was unfair how good Eijirou looked while doing yard work.

Hair tied up halfway to stay out of his face, you could see the beginnings of his black roots. His hair was matted with a thin layer of sweat, the sun high in the sky warming his tanned skin and adding to the collection of freckles on his shoulders that had accumulated over the years. The heat of the day had him foregoing a shirt, giving you the perfect view of his broad shoulders and muscular back, lined with scars that only seemed to add to his charm. When he turned around, your eyes moved to the slight pudge of his stomach, perfectly complimented by the black trail of hair that disappeared beyond the waistband of his shorts.

"That for me?"

His sudden question ripped you away from your ogling and a flush of color tinted your cheeks from being caught. You nodded, holding out the cup of iced water to him.

"Thank you, baby." Walking over, Eijirou placed his hand over yours, trapping it between his palm and the frigid glass. He bent down slightly, moving the cup toward his lips and taking a slow sip. Not once did his eye contact with you break. "Such a sweet girl for making sure I'm hydrated."

Your ears filled with the sound of his low chuckle as he watched your blush darken.

at night with daddy!eijirou

Toes curling and chest prickling with a flushed heat, you could feel that pool of arousal deep within your belly beginning to fill, threatening to overflow. With your knees pressed close to your chest, it took all you had to simply suck in breaths of gasping air, only for them to escape you as garbled moans. Eijirou was moving fast, the steady rhythm he'd built up bullying his cock into the deepest parts of your oversensitive heat.

You panted out a cuss, lips trembling as you stuttered, "E-Eiji, so close. Fuck, gunna cum..."

A whine left your lips when he slowed in response, deep thrusts turning shallow as he nipped at your neck with sharpened teeth. "You know that's not how you ask, baby," he said into your skin, tone a low and needy growl.

Your request came out as half a sob, wanting nothing more than to feel that delicious friction again that would have you hurtling toward release. "Fuck, please daddy", you begged, turning watery eyes toward him. "Please, please, wanna cum daddy."

You were rewarded by a deep roll of his hips, cockhead grinding against the spongey spot inside of you that had you seeing stars and struggling to breathe.

"That's my good girl," Eijirou rasped, once again picking up a pace that would soon have your back arching off the bed.

tags: @dcsiremc, @bakubunny, @bookcluberror, @dizazter-dragoon, @pastelbakugou, @dreamcastgirl99, @darkstarlight82