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Fat.
That was what you had been called all of your life, ever since you could remember. You had heard it from friends and family alike as a constant reminder of how you looked.
You liked how you looked, for the most part. Even after you graduated from high school, you started focusing more on your looks and learned how to love and appreciate yourself. To never depend or put what someone says about your body on a pedestal.
Until you had one bad day.
One of those “really bad, awful, terrible, no good days” from the movies. Your morning was shit, then resulted in you getting into a fight with one of your friends who had resorted to attacking your body image after realizing that her argument was shit. Instead of being the mature adult you all were, she resulted to name calling.
Cunt.
Then you had to go home and visit your family before you moved, post college graduation. It was supposed to be some big graduation cookout with all of your family and friends, but that turned out to be a shitshow in itself.
People still asking why you hadn’t lost weight yet. Guessing that you were still single because you couldn’t shake the baby fat from your cheeks. Pinched and poked at the loose skin hanging on your arms. Dirty looks from the older aunties for wearing a skirt and showing off the cellulite and stretch marks on your thighs.
By the time you got in your car, you just cried. Sobbed and boohooed so hard that your face was hot, lips puffy and swollen, you could barely see yourself home.
That was when you decided that you had to lose weight. To get everyone to just stop commenting on your body.
You had researched where to even start. You tried dieting, but found yourself having cheat days more often than not. Tried waist training, but made yourself sick from how tight it was. You even tried going to the gym after buying loads of workout clothes, but the moment you stepped inside the men-filled establishment, you immediately turned back around.
You decided that going to get help from someone who actually knew what the hell was going on was the best option. You planned on going to your favorite mall that weekend—the mall that had over 500 stores, eating places, and the like—and go to their GNC there.
Walking in, you were more than nervous. You were trying to have this weight loss journey by yourself, but after the many failed attempts over the course of a few weeks, getting outside help was the best option.
You looked around the dark store, the low lights seeming almost too bright for your nerves, before your eyes finally landed on the biggest man you had ever seen.
He was facing you, his eyes casted low as he was rearranging and sifting through different pill bottles. His hair was spiky and bright red, his shoulders broad, a thick muscled waist, bulging biceps that flexed at the smallest amount of movement. Not only was he obviously strong, but he was tall as fuck, too. He had to be at least 6’6, 6’7”, his hair making him stand even taller.
The workers’ head snapped up suddenly when you bumped into a shelf amidst your staring. You gasped, instantly stuttering out apologies as the worker quickly made his way over to you. He swiped a hand in the air, rolling his eyes playfully as started straightening the shelf again.
“It’s no problem!” The worker grinned, dull red eyes seemingly boring into your very soul.
Fuck. And his voice—
“Hey there, pretty girl! How can I help you today?” He smiled, shooting you a quick wink as his eyes raked over your form quickly. While you were expecting him to recoil back at the sight of you, or for the grin to fade, if anything, it got brighter. You turned around slightly to see if there was actually a pretty girl behind you that he was talking to. But, nope. It was just the two of you in the store.
“I just need, uh,” Fuck, with the way he was staring at you, you were starting to forget what you even came in here for. The worker was patient though, still watching you as he waited quietly, his grin never faltering.
“Need help with weight loss,” your voice grew quiet at the end of the sentence. It was so embarrassing to admit at loud, and you had to bite back the tears that were threatening to spill over. The worker only nodded, smiled impossibly wider as he turned on his heel and started guiding you around the store.
“Okay! You know what method you wanna go for? Diet pills, energy boosters, nutritional guidance?” The worker stopped in front of another shelf, sifting through the products there as he turned and faced you, awaiting your answer. You tried to drag yourself out of the daydreams of him manhandling you into whatever position he wanted, eyes snapping up to him guilty.
“I-I don’t really know. Everything I’ve tried so far hasn’t worked, so I’m kinda desperate at this point.” You chuckled softly, sheepishly rubbing your nape as you looked up at the worker through your lashes.
His gaze softened, eyebrows lowering before he snapped himself out of his own thoughts. His cheeks were turning as red as his hair as he quickly picked up three different bottles. In one hand. And he still had room to pick up another bottle. Fuck, even his hands were huge. You wanted them to wrap around you throat, squeeze the breath out of you while he stood above you whispering about how much of a filthy little slut—
“Are you going to be pairing this with working out, too? That usually gets the best and quickest results.” His voice cut you out of yet another nasty daydream.
You ripped your gaze from his monstrous hands, blinking up at him as you tried to get the words to register in your mind. He raised his eyebrows slightly, a small smirk on his lips as he watched your cheeks heat up under his gaze. You let out an awkward laugh, shuffling on your feet as you shrugged.
“I tried working out and it just felt like everyone was staring at me and I didn’t really know what I was doing,” you shrugged, “So probably not.” You confessed, taking a step closer to the worker, glancing over at his name tag quickly—Kirishima. He frowned down at you, handing you one of the pills to further examine for yourself.
“You need a trainer?” He blurts out quickly, picking up another bottle to hand over to you. You blinked at him for a moment, cocking your head to the side as the thought started sinking in. Huh. Never really thought about a trainer.
“Uh, yeah, I guess. Do you know any?” You asked. Kirishima smiles, bright and wide as he set the bottles down to point at himself with both thumbs.
“You’re looking at ‘em!” He says, proud with his chest stuck out. It made for an adorable picture; this huge muscled redhead looking like the embodiment of an overgrown puppy. All he needed was a matching wagging red tail.
“Really? You wouldn’t mind training me?” Your voice was quiet, small and hesitant. While you really did want to lose weight, and getting a trainer really was a smart idea, you weren’t sure if you actually wanted him. He was basically a walking Greek God. Even through the clothes he wore, his muscles were strong and defined, thick veins running up and down his arms and hands.
The last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself in front of him. Being too winded after the first five minutes, not flexible enough, sweating like a fucking pig—
“Oh, it’s no problem at all! I’d love to work your body out.” Kirishima grins slyly, shooting you a wink as his eyes roam over your form slowly.
Yeah, scratch that self doubt shit. With the way he was looking at you, it felt like an invitation to do more than just train you. You didn’t really mind.
You snickered, hiding your mouth behind your hand as you tried to contain the raucous laughter that wanted to escape you. Kirishima laughed loudly, holding his stomach as he rested one hand on the shelf in front of him. His cheeks were red again, all of that confidence he had moments earlier dissipating by the second.
“I’m sorry, that was kinda creepy.” He chuckled. “I really do want to help train you though, if I haven’t scared you off.” He rubbed his nape, laughing quietly under his breath as the two of you straightened out. The store fell silent, save for your shuffling and small snickers as you pondered his question in your head.
“I’d love for you to work my body out.” You finally answered, resting your weight on one leg and watching his eyes shoot to the curve of your hip. Kirishima grinned wide, holding his hand out to shake as the two of you discussed the details of him becoming your trainer.
It had been a week since Kirishima started training you at the mall. You guys met everyday for an hour that week, and he was already pushing you past your limits. Both with the working out, and the sly words and unsubtle looks he would give you.
It started out with small, light weights. He would get you to do squats, and while you couldn’t go too low, it was still enough to emphasize how great your ass looked in the tight leggings you wore. You would watch him watch you in the mirror, how he would shamelessly stare at your ass before he realized how blatant he was with it. He would sputter, cheeks and ears red as he walked off to get more weights, mutter something about your form being great.
Kirishima would also get you to do a lot of jumprope. He made you do it with different rhythms, patterns, and steps. While you would be sweating your ass off and trying to catch your breath, even with your unsteady vision, you could see the way Kirishima’s eyes lingered on your bouncing breasts that were barely contained with both your sports bra and shirt. Every time you stopped, it was like breaking him out of a daze, his gaze snapping up to your eyes guiltily.
The hardest ones for you were between the sit and pull ups. With the sit ups, you could barely get yourself up to touch your knees. After the first time you did it and Kirishima saw you struggling, he decided it was better to sit in front of you and hold your feet down. So every time you sat up, his bright grin and kind eyes would greet you. He had you reach out and tap his opposite shoulder with your hand whenever you sat up. At first you could barely graze his thick skin, but by the end of the week, you palm was touching his shoulder, thus bringing your face closer to his with every sit up.
And the pull ups. The fucking pull ups. You couldn’t hoist yourself up for shit, your upper body strength shot to complete shit, your arms shaky every time you even attempted.
So Kirishima decided the best course of action was to hold you up himself, his arms around your thighs, one hand holding tightly on your hip, your ass rested on his shoulder. The first time he effortlessly picked you up like that, you swear you almost passed out.
This man picked you up as if you weighed nothing more than a buck fifty. And holy fucking shit, was that hot as hell.
Even as you got better with the pulls ups over the course of the week, Kirishima still insisted on holding you like that, claiming it was “just to be safe”. Safe from what? You had no idea, but you didn’t object to it.
Kirishima also paired the training with self defense, just because he was that nice. The self defense part of your training was both the worst and the best part, both because you had to touch him. While the pulls ups had you hot and bothered already, the self defense basically had you drenched.
Being able to touch him back, hit his hard earned muscles, that felt like you were punching a fucking brick wall. Kirishima looked so worried when he finally convinced you to punch him as hard as you could and you hurt your hand. Swear it felt like your entire knuckle had shattered from just one punch to his gut, that hadn’t affected him in the slightest. Bastard.
Overall, the training was nice. Your favorite was after training when he still had a lot of energy and you were deadweight. He would pick you up again in his arms, lift and benchpress you like you were the smallest weight to him. Now that was a confidence booster.
You guys had exchanged numbers on the third day, as most of your conversation talked about your changing eating habits and the diet pills you had brought from GNC. Although, the conversation slowly started taking a turn about a week after meeting him.
Kirishima asked you if you were still training yourself at home. You were and told him that you did it religiously. You were keeping up with the at home exercises he had suggested to you, but always found yourself slightly disappointed when you realized that there weren’t any beefy, thick hands holding your hips and thighs to direct you.
He asked for you to send proof that you were doing your exercises, which made your eyebrows raise. Asking how, he simply responded with a request for a video, just in case he had to correct anything. He said he didn’t want you hurting yourself since he wasn’t there to guide you, but you figured it was something more than that.
Deciding to take the bait, you set up your phone behind you, only so he could get the best view, of course. You did your exercise, your ass sitting plump and fat right in the middle of the screen as your small grunts and groans carried quietly underneath your panting. Even though Kirishima had obviously opened it, he hadn’t responded back until almost ten minutes later with a thumbs up and a ‘keep up the good work!’
To say you were a little disappointed by his response was an understatement. He always stared and watched you with an intense stare, so why didn’t he carry it over text messages? Frowning, you carried on with your exercises and prepared to meet him for the next day.
Walking into the empty gym that afternoon, you instantly spotted Kirishima on the other side of the open space. He was shirtless, resting on his ass with his legs bent at the knee in the air. He was holding one of the heavy balls, that you knew could pull your arm out of socket with one throw.
He was grunting, switching from side to side as he worked his core muscles. And fuck, were they amazing. Mouthwatering abs, wide pecs, and a sturdy middle as he sweated profusely, grunting loudly as he moved from side to side.
It wasn’t until you dropped your small duffle bag on the floor when Kirishima finally realized you were standing there. He grinned, dropping the ball as he stood to his full, towering height. He reached over to one of the empty benches, picking up a white towel and wiped away at his forehead and stomach. Your eyes trailed the beads of sweat as he grew closer to you.
“Hey, pretty girl! You ready for today? We’re gonna try bench pressing some light weights to work you up.” Kirishima said, his shirt still nowhere to be found and he didn’t seem to be looking for it. Which didn’t bother you at all.
You nodded wordlessly, mouth suddenly feeling too damn dry to respond back. Kirishima only smiles wider at you, gets you to do a few warm up exercises before he nods for you to follow him into the small weight room that isn’t visible to anyone standing outside.
Once you two walk in, he leaves the door slightly ajar as you lay on the black bench. You can hear him shuffling around the room, still fucking shirtless, as he talks about the different types of weights you’ll be using. He praises you for your progress of just a week before you look over and see him adding thin, small weights to a bar.
Kirishima stands, walking over to you and holding the bar in his thick hands above your head. The angle you’re at is sinful; his abs still sweaty and dripping into the waistband of the gray basketball shorts he has on. You’d think it would be disgusting, the way you could smell him from this angle, but it’s everything but.
He smells like lavender and honey, musky and strong with just a hint of spice. It’s addictive and you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him. It isn’t until you see a small jump and twitch from his pants and the wide eyed look on Kirishima’s face when you both realized what just happened.
The silence is deafening for a moment before he clears his throat awkwardly and laughs. He gestures for you to pick your hands up and you follow, as he places the weight bar in your hands but keeps them up in the air.
“Okay, so we’re gonna do 15 reps. Sound good?” Kirishima couldn’t seem to look you in the eye anymore, and if the blush on his face meant anything, it was that he was definitely embarrassed. You nodded, pulling your lip between your teeth as your eyes kept glancing at the thick bulge in his shorts that he was trying to obviously control.
“Alright, pretty girl. Let’s go.” His smile was starting to come back as he finally met your gaze. You nodded once more, sucking in a deep breath as you started your reps.
Everything was going well until you got to your 13th rep. Your arms shook slightly, your breath coming out faster as you struggled to go back up. Kirishima instantly grabbed the middle, squatting down slightly above you to help guide it up and down.
“Thaaat’s it, sweetheart. Just like that, you got it. Just give me two more, and I’ll let you get up.” Kirishima murmured, slowly helping you lift the weights as he kept his eyes trained on how your shoulders and arms shook. And while what he was saying wasn’t necessarily sexual, it still sent a pleasurable jolt through your lower stomach. You couldn’t even suppress the quiet moan that left you, eyes fluttering shut as you practically let the weight go in Kirishima’s hold.
He spluttered, eyes wide as you suddenly let the weight go to grip the sides of the bench. Instantly, your eyes popped open, face warming in embarrassment as you realized how much you just fucked up in front of your really hot trainer that was just trying to encourage you.
You were trying to look at him to gauge his reaction, but couldn’t really seem to catch his eye over the bulge that was tenting his shorts lewdly. Kirishima must have noticed it at the same time you did, as he gasped and went to step back. Before he could though, you gripped the sides of his thick thighs, digging your nails in his skin to keep him in place. He choked, hands still holding the weights as he looked around his bulge at you. You tried not to shrink under his intense stare as you fought the words up your throat.
“Do you,” you swallowed before starting again. “Do you want to do this? With me?” You voice cracked on the last word as you felt your chest and face flush at what you were insinuating. Kirishima only stared at you for a second before nodding slowly, softly pulling your hands away from his thighs to set the weights down beside you.
“I’ve been wanting to since I first saw you.” He admitted, resuming his place above you as you went back to grab his thighs. You were almost concerned with how red his face was, how it all seemed to blend into his hair as his flush even went down to his bronzed chest.
“So, can I…?” You let the question hang in the air as you ripped your eyes from his own red ones, to the bulge that twitched under your gaze. Kirishima nodded quickly, moving to shove his shorts so that they rested just below his ass. You let out a choked gasp as his length smacked down onto your face heavily the moment it fell free from its confinements.
“I’m sorry!” Kirishima yelled quickly, grabbing his length in his hand as he looked down at you with wide, worried eyes. You were silent, just taking in the fact that this monster was so close to you, would be inside you, in the next few minutes.
Wordlessly, you lifted your head slightly to run the tip of your tongue over the pulsating vein on the underside of his cock. Kirishima shivered, mouth falling open as he watched you tongue along his shaft, his eyes half lidded as he bucked his hips against your mouth.
You suckled on the salty skin, licking softly at the seam of his balls, your head tilted back to show off the expanse of your throat. Kirishima grabbed it, his entire palm fitting over you neck as you shivered. He noticed, eyebrow quirking as he started to guide his fat tip to your open and waiting mouth.
“You like when I grab your throat, pretty girl?” Kirishima cooed, hissing when you suckled on his head softly. You moaned around him, digging your tongue into his slit as you nodded as much as you could in this position. He groaned, slowly coaxing more and more of his shaft into your mouth, inch by inch as his grip tightened slightly.
“Fuck, you’re so naughty, baby.” He seemed to be talking more to himself than to you. When a little ways past his head was in your mouth, he pulled back out, before feeding you his length again. At the angle, with a new wave of saliva bubbling up from your throat, you gurgled around him, sending another wave of vibrations to his cock.
With a quiet groan, he instinctively bucked his hips further into your mouth, going deeper than what you were expecting. You gagged, eyes watering as you dug your nails harder into his thighs. Kirishima went to pull out, his eyes wide in panic, but you wrapped your arms around his legs to cup his ass and push him back into your mouth.
He paused for a second before what you wanted hit him like a freight train. He shivered, gripping your neck tightly as he started the slow rocking motion into your pliant and waiting mouth.
“Oh fuck, you want me to fuck your throat, pretty girl?” Kirishima panted, pushing his length in the farthest he had yet, making his tip slip down your throat. You willed away your gag reflex as much as you could, holding your breath as he held it there before pulling away to rest the tip on your wet lips.
“Please,” your voice was scratchy already. You lapped at the beading precum spilling from his tip steadily, eyes glassy as tears started to leak and flow into your hairline.
Kirishima groaned again, eyes squeezing shut as he nodded and started a slow pace of fucking his thick cock into your mouth. It was already starting to make your jaw hurt with the stretch and position of your head, but you did your damndest. You tongued at his veins, sucked harshly when he was pulling out, swallowing around his length when he buried it in your throat. His heavy balls were dragging on your forehead, occasionally resting on your nose whenever he buried himself in deep enough. All you could smell, taste, and feel was his thick cock.
Your oxygen was slowly starting to deplete, your vision going black the longer he held his cock in your throat. He kept squeezing his palm around your neck, grunting when he felt the shape of it fucking inside of you. His eyes were clamped shut, sharp teeth biting his lip before he finally peeled his eyes open to look down the length of your body.
“Finger yourself for me, pretty girl. Gotta get you nice and ready for my cock.” Kirishima moaned, reaching over your body to help tug your workout shorts and panties down to hug your thick thighs.
“Go up to four fingers, please?” Kirishima murmured, licking the tips of his fingers to dip between your spread legs. You moaned around him, hips jerking as you felt his thick digits slip into your soaked folds. He pulled back with a grunt, slipping his fingers into his mouth to suck off the juices, moaning at the taste.
Kirishima was about to start fucking himself inside of your throat again when you tapped his thigh a few times. He took the cue, pulling his cock fully from your mouth, groaning at the thick ropes of saliva and precum that stuck to your plump lips as you swallowed a few times to talk.
“Can you just fuck me without prep? Please? I like it when it hurts.” Your voice was raspy and fucked out, your eyes leaky and teary as you pouted up at him. Kirishima stared down at you wide eyed before shivering and moving too fast for you to keep up with.
By the time you finally got your bearings, Kirishima had snatched you up, positioned you until your back was flat against the wall and your legs were wrapped around…his neck? You had to duck your head from hitting the ceiling as you gasped and wrapped your thighs and hands around his head quickly in panic.
“Kiri! What the hell are you—”
“Just let me taste you really quick, pretty girl.” Kirishima cut you off, not waiting for your response as he instantly dove his head between your legs. Your lower half was completely bare, he had somehow stripped you in his haste of getting you on his shoulders.
You croaked out a loud cry when you felt a slow lick up your entrance. Kirishima instantly went to work, sucking and lapping at your clit and the slick that dribbled from between your thighs. He was loud, lewd, absolutely disgusting as he sucked crudely at your cunt. You tried to softly push his head away, mewling when he only pushed back and sucked harder.
“K-Kiri, wait,” you whined, grinding down onto the tongue that slipped inside of you. “Put me down, I’m t-too heavy,”
Kirishima only grunted, pulling back slightly so he could catch your eye. He dropped his mouth open, sharp teeth looking terrifying so close to your throbbing cunt as he spit harshly in between your legs. You cried loudly, eyes clenching shut as Kirishima spoke against you,
“Heavy, my ass. You feel so fucking good in my arms, pretty girl. The best fucking view.” He reached up to bite softly on the exposed roll of your tummy. You whimpered, pushing his head away again as he dove in for another taste of your cunt.
“God,” he whispered, spitting against you again before lapping it up with his tongue. “I want you to smother me with these thick ass thighs and fat ass.” Kirishima pulled his hand away from gripping your thighs to slap your ass quickly while biting a chunk from your inner thigh. You whined, humping down onto his mouth as you shakily whispered,
“P-please, just fuck me already, Kiri, I can’t wait anymore.” You were desperate at this point, your hole making lewd noises as you clenched around nothing. Kirishima groaned, stepping back slightly, making you fall down quickly.
You yelped, clenching tightly onto his shoulders, eyes squeezed shut as you felt your heart leap to your throat. Kirishima laughed at your expression, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as you shook like a leaf in his arms.
“I’d never drop you, baby.” Kirishima whispered, coaxing your head from his shoulders to look you in the eye seriously. You both stared for a second before leaning in slowly, eyes cast low as they kept flickering to each others lips. You breathed in each others scent, the softest kiss shared that didn’t match the quick pacing of everything beforehand.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, both of you guys’ taste swapping from mouth to mouth until it mixed perfectly. You finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you two as Kirishima pinned you against the wall, one strong arm holding you up, the other hand gripping his cock. He pressed another soft kiss against your mouth as he spoke against it,
“You ready? I’m gonna go slow, okay?” He asked quietly. You nodded, whimpering against his length as he tapped his thick head against your swelling clit.
Kirishima held steady to his word, easing his thick cock inside of you. It hurt like fuck, the stretch something that you weren’t used to. While you weren’t lying about liking it when it hurt, his cock was another type of hurt that you were guaranteed to be feeling for the next couple of days. The thought made you shiver as you tightened around the first half of his cock. Kirishima groaned in your ear, nipping at it as he continued to feed you his length.
When he was finally fully inside of you, you both groaned at the stretch and the tightness of the other. You stared down at where his cock was impaling you, mewling when he pulled the last inch out to push softly back inside of you. You clawed at his thick shoulder blade, shifting in his arms as you watched the thick cock split you open.
“You’re so fucking big, baby.” You could feel tears stinging your eyes at how your poor pussy had to accommodate his length. Kirishima groaned again, his hips stuttering as he fucked inside of you deeper than he intended, his balls creating a muted slap against the fat of your ass. He peppered wet kisses against your neck, his warm breath blowing against it as he spoke quietly,
“Fuckkk,” he moaned. “If you were mine, you’d never have to lift a finger.” He emphasized this with backing up slightly from the wall so he was holding all of your weight up in his arms. You gasped, clinging to him like a koala as you tightened your grip around his shoulders.
“I’d keep your pretty ass right in my bed, thick ass thighs spread and your cunt dripping just for me.” Kirishima lifted you up higher into his arms until only the tip of his cock was nuzzled inside of your sopping wet heat before dropping you back down roughly. Your back arched dramatically, eyes crossing as you screamed, nails digging into his shoulders as he started up a brutal pace inside of you. Kirishima kept whispering though, sweet little words pressed against your neck as he bit and suckled on the salty skin.
“I’d eat you up every fucking second of the day.” He growled, his balls slapping against you wetly, his thick fingers digging into the meat of your ass. All you could do was hold on, let him lift and drop your body repeatedly on his cock as you just took whatever he gave you.
“Fu-fuck,” you whimpered, pulling him in for another kiss as you moaned into his mouth. “You feel s’good inside, so big and, and,” you were stuttering at this point, overrun by pleasure as Kirishima continued hoisting you up and down his fat cock as if you weighed nothing.
“You’re so perfect,” He grunted, pulling away from your mouth to bite the juncture of your neck roughly. You cried out, eyes squeezed shut as you clawed at his nape and shoulders.
“Touch your clit for me, yeah?” Kirishima asked, adjusting his hips until he got the desired reaction out of you. His tip was smacking against your sweet spot, each vein dragging along your slick walls as he dug his fingers into your ass to grind your hips against his with every thrust.
“Wanna feel you cum on my cock. Been wanting this since I saw your pretty ass walk in the store.” He was rambling now, leaving small nips against your skin as you slipped your hand in between both of your sweaty bodies. You circled your clit quickly, clenching around the hard cock thrusting inside of you. You both moaned, Kirishima’s mouth finding purchase on your shoulder as he continued his rambling while punishing your cunt with reckless abandon.
“Wanted ta’ split you open on my cock. I’d let you suffocate me with your ass and tits. Wanted to be buried inside this sweet little cunt.” He confessed. You rubbed tight, quick circles on your poor clit quick and fast, bucking against Kirishima as you felt your orgasm building inside of your core quicker and quicker.
“I’m gonna cum! F-fuck, make me cum on your cock, make it fucking hurt, Kiri,” you cried, eyes starting to roll into the back of your head as the pressure started approaching with rapid speed. Kirishima finally pulled away from your shoulder to look at you, the fucked out expression on your face as your mouth draped open, drool spilling from your lips and onto your hand between you two. He breathed huskily, his hips stuttering as he worked himself to his own orgasm, just from the sight of you and the tight wrap you had around his cock.
“Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me.” Kirishima whispered so softly, you could feel your eyes instantly start to water. With that confession, you came hard and fast. It knocked the breath out of you, a silent scream keeping your mouth open as your entire body locked up from the intensity of it. Kirishima followed suit, grunting into your neck as he pulled you off of his cock and suspended you in the air as he came all over your cunt and the wall behind you. He coated your soft pubes and inner thighs with his sticky release, small ropes already starting to slide down the wall and puddle at his feet.
With one last exhale, Kirishima sat back on the bench with you still in his lap. You both breathed in each others scents, arms wrapped tightly around each other as you played with the soft hair at his nape, your other hand running up and down his sweaty back. You couldn’t bring yourself to care when he was giving your equally gross body the same treatment. After you finally caught your breath, you pulled back to look him in the eye with a tired smile.
“I think we need an at home training lesson tomorrow at my house, don’t you think?” You asked breathlessly with a wink. Kirishima only snorted, shoving his face into your chest as he giggled quietly against you. He left a small bite on the exposed piece of your cleavage, kissing it as he whispered against you,
“Let’s work your glutes then, yeah?” Now, it was your turn to laugh. You carded your fingers through his sweaty hair as you threw your head back, chest vibrating against his cheek.
“Oh that was awful!” You exclaimed.
“Like yours was any better!” Kirishima laughed. You playfully rolled your eyes, pecking his nose softly as his eyes fluttered close. You watched him for a minute before whispering against his mouth,
“Just say you wanna touch my ass and go.” You snickered. You gasped in shock though at the harsh smack against your cheek, making it ripple in place. Kirishima smirked up at you, sharp teeth on display as he growled,
“Oh, I wanna do more than touch it, pretty girl.” You were pushed onto your back before you could even respond back. You were both full of giggles and laughter, nips and kisses, and completely unaware of the poor Game Stop worker who had walked into the gym to greet his friend.
Denki heard wayyy too much than he had planned on. This was why he stayed over on his side of the mall. And they always said that he was bad! Horny bastards.