Red Ink

Part 42 - Fate & Bravery

CONTENT WARNINGS: mentions & descriptions of sex

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It was hours before they were satisfied.

How could he help it? Red, the girl of his dreams—now the girlfriend of his dreams— kept asking for more, and he really couldn't imagine anything better than indulging her. Over, and over, and over. Finally there was someone that could match his ridiculous sex drive. It seemed an insatiable desire for more was something that they both shared.

And she was so good for him, too. Flexible and pliable and willing to let him manhandle her into whatever position his excited heart desired. It was only natural that he got so caught up in it. Whenever he wondered if he was pushing her too hard, if he was being selfish, she would ask for more so sweetly, her voice dripping with honey and silent promises of even more pleasure.

Any man would fold, he told himself.

Y/N, on the other hand, could barely believe her luck. Not only was Kirishima a total sweetheart, desperate to please and be a good man, but he was a fucking powerhouse in bed, running on seemingly endless energy. Anything she asked of him he granted. He had the strength and stamina of a gym rat and proved it time and time again. "I'll do the work, angel. Don't worry your pretty little head," he would say before fucking her dumb again, and how could she resist?

After each round, Red couldn't help but tempt him into another. Years of unsatisfying sex made her ravenous for something good; and Kirishima was that something good. For hours the two of them were lost in each other, unable to pry themselves away. It took an embarrassing amount of sex before the two of them could satisfy their appetites for each other.

Any woman would fold, she told herself.

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She awoke the next morning when she felt movement in bed behind her.

Two big arms wrapped around her and pulled her flush against him, his chest pressed firmly to her back. He was like a fucking space heater he was so warm, shifting against her and groaning at the morning light.

"G'morning, girlfriend," he mumbled dreamily. His voice was low and groggy from sleep, but she could hear him smile at the word girlfriend.

"What time is it?"

He made an 'I dunno' sound and kissed the back of her neck. "Fuck. How am I gonna get outta bed in the morning now if you're here too? This is not gonna be good for my career."

She chuckled softly and sat up a bit, then realized she was completely naked and yanked the comforter over her chest with a squeak. "You didn't put my clothes back on?"

"Was I supposed to?"

She scratched her cheek. "I...I'm not sure, actually. I've never slept with someone and stayed."

He laughed. "You're usually a cut and run girl, huh?"

"To be fair, the men I had sex with were not worth staying for."

"But I was, right?" he bragged, wrapping his arms around her again to yank her back under the covers and underneath him. "Enough to get you to date me, actually. If I'd known that I would've bent you over my table day one."

She pushed his face away as he laughed. "I didn't like you then. Not yet."

"When was it? I gotta know."

Red rolled her eyes and pulled back the covers to leave, but he yanked her right back against him.

"Don't ignore your boyfriend, that's rude."