Red Ink

Part 51 - Popped Bubble

CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of sex

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Kirishima woke the next morning more sore than he'd been in months.

There were several minutes, right at the edge of being fully awake, where he couldn't recall why. All he knew was that he never wanted to leave his bed. Y/N was pulled flush against him, plush and soft and slotted perfectly against his chest.

It wasn't until he shifted closer to bury his face in her shoulder that he realized he was naked, and then the memories burst through the floodgate and his eyes snapped open.

Mortified, Red Riot sat up immediately and peered down at his sleeping beauty. Much of the night was a pink, lustful haze that he couldn't quite parse through, but enough specific images came to mind to make his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Eijirou had behaved like a fucking animal. How could he do such a thing? He was selfish, greedy, demanding, rough. His anxieties urged him to examine Red, to make sure he hadn't accidentally killed her with his hunger for her the night before, but another part of him wanted her to keep sleeping peacefully. What if she woke up and regretted everything? He certainly did.

...It was pretty satisfying though.

Kirishima banished the thought immediately. What could possess him to treat his lovely Red like that? That stupid fucking potion. He considered climbing out of bed just to dump the rest of it down the sink.

Unable to shake the thought that he might've hurt her, he lifted their comforter enough to peek at her sleeping form. He sighed with relief when there were no bruises to be found, but then his eyes scanned across her body carefully, not trusting himself. It was then that he noticed circles of tiny red pricks— on her shoulders, all across her thighs, and even on her ass.

Bite marks. His bite marks, characterized by the signature pointy idents of his sharp teeth. His stomach flipped and before he could stop himself he brushed his hand over the markings, checking to make sure he hadn't drawn blood. Guilt ate at him while he examined the damage he'd done. How could he do such a thing?

The touches, however tender, were still enough for Red to stir. She turned over to face him, rubbing her eyes as a sleepy smile stretched over her mouth. "Hello, handsome. How are you feeling?" When her eyes landed on the deepest, saddest frown she'd ever seen, she shuffled to sit upright. "Woah, are you alright?"

"I fucking bit you," he said sheepishly. "Like, a lot."

"Mhm," she hummed with a lazy smile.

"The hell's the matter with me?" His hands caressed the markings as he looked at them, disgusted by his actions. He couldn't take much more embarrassment. He hung his head in shame. "God, I'm a fuckin' animal."

"I'll say."

He peeked up at her, but she was still smiling, this time with a faint blush across her cheeks. She looked... happy. Giddy. Not at all what he was expecting.

"I'll make it up to you." He left a trail of apologetic kisses across her shoulder while she laughed.

"Make it up to me? What are you talking about?"

"I wasn't... I wasn't gentle at all. I was rough with you."

Red sighed dreamily. "Yeah."

"Never again. I promise."

Her sweet expression fell immediately into a frown. She pushed him back a bit by his shoulder to make eye contact with him. "What? Why not?"

"Cause I... hang on, aren't you upset?"