You shove the door shut behind you and Kirishima is already on you, big hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “Been thinking about this all day,” he growls against your neck, voice low and rough. “About bending you over and fucking you stupid.”
His mouth crashes into yours, teeth clashing, tongue pushing deep. You taste the faint mint on his breath before he pulls back and yanks your shirt over your head. Your bra follows in one rough tug. He palms your tits, thumbs dragging over your nipples until they stiffen, then he leans down and sucks one hard into his mouth, biting just enough to make you gasp.
“Fuck, these are perfect,” he mutters, switching to the other. His free hand shoves into your pants, fingers sliding straight through your folds. “Already soaked. Knew you’d be dripping for me.”
You whimper as two thick fingers push inside you without warning, curling hard against your front wall. He pumps them fast, thumb grinding your clit in tight circles. Your knees buckle but he holds you up, growling, “Stay standing. I’m not done with you yet.”
He drops to his knees, yanks your pants and underwear down in one motion, and buries his face between your thighs. His tongue is relentless—licking broad and flat, then flicking sharp over your clit before he sucks it between his lips. You grab his red hair, hips rocking against his mouth. He moans into you, the vibration shooting straight through your core.
“Kirishima—fuck—right there,” you choke out.
He adds a third finger, stretching you open while he eats you like he’s starving. Your orgasm hits fast and mean, thighs shaking around his head as you come on his tongue. He doesn’t stop until you’re twitching, then he stands, lips shiny, and shoves his own pants down.
His cock springs free—thick, veined, already leaking at the tip.
He strokes it once, twice, then spins you around and bends you over the arm of the couch. One big hand presses between your shoulder blades, keeping you down. The other spreads your ass cheeks so he can line up.
“Gonna fuck you raw,” he warns, then slams in to the hilt in one thrust.
You cry out at the sudden stretch, walls clenching around him. He doesn’t give you time to adjust—he pulls back and drives in again, setting a brutal pace that makes your whole body jolt. The wet slap of skin fills the room. Every thrust knocks the breath out of you.
“Take it,” he snarls, one hand fisting your hair to pull your head back. “Take every fucking inch.”
His hardening quirk kicks in just enough to make his cock impossibly rigid inside you, the ridges dragging against your sensitive walls. You moan louder, pushing back to meet him. He laughs, low and dirty. “Yeah, you love that. Love getting split open on my hard dick.”
He reaches around to rub your clit again, fingers slick with your previous orgasm. The double stimulation has you shaking, another climax building fast. Kirishima leans over your back, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he fucks you harder, deeper, the couch scraping across the floor.
“Come again,” he orders. “Come on my cock like the filthy girl you are.”
You do—walls pulsing around him, a broken sob tearing from your throat. He groans, pace faltering, then buries himself to the root and comes with a growl, hot pulses flooding inside you. He stays there, grinding through it, making sure every drop stays buried.
When he finally pulls out, cum leaks down your thigh. He swipes it with two fingers and pushes it back inside you. “Not wasting a drop,” he says, voice still rough. “Round two in the shower. I’m not nearly done with this pussy tonight.”
