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cherry flavoured conversations with you
kirishima tightly grasped your warm hand as you two made your way through the buzzing gala hall. tonight had been so magical for you, and as well as kirishima. so much had bussed through your wandering mind tonight, especially the thought of dragging eijirou to your shared car and take him sweetly in the back seat, in the safety of the tinted windows (hey, being a pro-hero had its perks). luckily, the powerful force behind the creation of the universe was on your side, as kirishima pulled you to the bright red sports car. you were welling up inside.
“eijirou, what’s got you so riled up?” you whisper up into his ear, letting his masculine cologne waft into your nose.
“don’t play dumb with me, (y/n)”, he grips your hand tighter than he already was. sure, you had been a tease, but only in a lovingly way. some slight thigh slash wandering hand actions, with some dirty whispers here and there, but nothing blatantly obvious to the pro-heroes and business
associates that bundled themselves around pro-hero Red Riot.
“i have no idea what you mean, Red Riot”, you play innocence as you exit the gala. you had him wrapped around your finger, especially using his business name. he loved to hear it roll of your soft, pouty lips. at this point, he unlocked the car from a distance, hurrying his steps. he played it cool on the outside, but he was absolutely burning up at your subtle, sexual words.
as you reach the bright red vehicle, he lets go of your hand, long enough for you to get in the passenger seat of the sporty car and for him to get in the drivers. he ignites the car and pulls out onto the street, driving a few blocks down so that you could have at least, some, privacy.
“eijirou”, you whine, pushing your thighs together, making a delicious scene for kirishima.
“i’m hurrying baby. damn it”, he growls, parking the car under some abandoned street light. he turns the ac up, knowing it was about to get steamy. you unzip your dress at your hip and shimmy out, revealing the expensive red lingerie that held you together perfectly, making kirishima stop in his tracks of pulling his pants down.
“you....you planned this”, he mumbles, mouth gaping open.
“of course. it’s a celebratory night for my lover. i have to make this worthwhile, ya know”, you spark back, climbing into the roomy backseat, pressing yourself against the side to make room for kirishima, who immediately follows.
actions begins instantaneously as he makes his entrance into the backseat. he sits on the opposite side, facing you. pulling your legs apart, he drools at your soaking core. you knew what you were doing to him. you were killing him.
“eijirou....please?”, you whine, humping up into air, “i really need you, all of you”.
“no, angel. you wanted to tease me all night, so now it’s my turn to take my sweet, precious time with you”, he leans into your core, blowing slightly onto you in between his words, knowing just how to work you up. kirishima was a professional in this aspect. you groan in annoyance and greediness as you move up some more, wanting some sort of pressure.
“how about this”, he leans down, pressing a quick, chaste kiss on your lower lips, “tell me, what’s the magic word. then maybe, i’ll consider indulging in you”,
“kirishima, please! we need to hurry. what if someone sees!” you insist, pressing him on, but yet getting absolutely nothing in return. once you decided that you weren’t getting anywhere until you take action, your stubborn act tumbled like a broken tower.
“please, mr. red riot”, you pout your lips out, suddenly remembering the bright red lipstick you had on. you were about to break your lover.
“that’s right, little girl”, he finally digs into his meal, pushing your legs wide apart, relishing in your heat. this, in return, makes you whine. throwing your head back, you allow all the pent up noises to escape from within your warming stomach. kirishima takes his time, licking up and down each side of your lips. he then moves quick criss-cross patterns along the line of your heat, making your heart flutter and encourage your noises. after taking his precious time, he wraps his sopping lips around your special center, nipping, then sucking harshly. just as you flexed from the attention, he pushed two thick fingers inside of your wanting hole, causing you to curse the world around you.
“fuck me, red riot!” you scream, pushing back onto his thrusting fingers.
“yeah? you want me to?” eijirou questions you, making you wants to slap the smirk of his face. he was torturing you, and you couldn’t do anything but allow it. his fingers sped up, pressing against the spongy part of your walls, making you see bright-colored dots around the interior of the car.
“red riot, please. i’ve been so good for you! please, let me cum! please!”, you whine, reaching your hands down, grabbing him wrist, holding him still, and allowing him to wiggle his knuckle-deep fingers inside of you, pressing repeatedly into your deepest spots.
“fuck, kirishima. fuck”, you push his fingers as deep as they can go, thoroughly fucking yourself with kirishima’s hand as he watches in amazement. you were his slut.
“ah! i’m cumming! i-i’m cumming, red riot. i’ve been a good girl for you, please let me cum!” you cry, black mascara-filled tears roll down your blushing cheeks, still holding his wrist inside of you. you moaned and screamed when you finally reached your release, sighing in utter satisfaction.
“such a good girl for me”, kirishima licks his fingers, moaning into his hand.
“fuck, ei”, you look up at him with your watering eyes, licking your lips, “your turn?”.
pushing himself back, he reveals his thick member, red at the tip and pre-cum dripping down his shaft. you eyeballed him, knowing the fun you were about to have. you lay in between his legs, kitten-licking the swollen tip, slowly taking him in. he was bigger than anyone else you’ve ever had before. with a long shaft, with a thick circumference, he was godly in this aspect.
“fuck (y/n)”, he pushes your head down, encouraging you to take more of his length. you pull back though, looking up at him through fluffy eyelashes.
“what’s my name, mr. red riot?” you murmur, emphasizing your words with a tiny kitten-lick.
“fuck (y/n), you’re my good little girl”, he groans out, thrusting up, making his dick tip hit your lips, leaving a red residue on his throbbing tip, “you’re my fucking good girl, baby”. he gently rubs your head, playing with specific strands, encouraging and enticing you.
“i’m your good girl?” you whisper back, taking the tip in your mouth and sucking harshly, then slowing back down for him.
“yes, just mine. you’re my baby. you’re my good fucking girl”, he thrusts farther down your wet cavern, filling every nook and cranny your mouth had to offer. you loved the way he filled you, and so did he. he absolutely cherished it.
you suck him further and deeper. wet, sloppy noises fill the quiet atmosphere in the car, besides kirishima’s lust-filled moans and praises. you are his good girl and you know it. he plays with your hair as you take him, using your tongue to swirl around his heavy tip, luring him closer to released pleasure.
“fuck, baby. i’m about to cum! fuck”, he pushes your head down, fucking himself into your mouth, “take it. take my cum, baby! show me how much you love red riot’s cum”. he releases his sweet release into your awaiting mouth, not exiting until he feels you swallow all of your reward. you slowly lean up, licking your lips, and becoming aware of how much lipstick you lost in your actions.
“oh my god”, you sigh, touching your lips, “i look so obviously fucked now”. you giggle, which then led to kirishima wrapping his tone arms around your body, kissing your temple.
“i love you, (y/n)”, he whispers into your ear, blowing warm air behind it. you knew he did. and you knew that you loved him even more.
“i love you, my red riot”, you mumble, leaning into a soft, replenishing kiss, tasting yourself and him on your tongue. but kirishima? he basked in cherry flavored lipstick.