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you stumble through the door, hand wrapped tightly around Eijiro’s arm. a warm, pleasant buzz settled your stomach from the few, way too strong drinks you’d been sipping on all night. Eijiro was as he always was; strong and grounded with the same broad shoulders and muscular frame, but with a dopey, tipsy smile on his face. he could never really hold his alcohol.
you led him inside, giggling about nothing in particular as you hit the foyer. He quickly locked the door and scooped you up into his arms, before plopping down on the couch, setting you next to him. you got comfortable in your dress, less worried about appearances once you were home. you fidgeted in your heels, finally acknowledging the growing blisters, when eijiro gently took your calves and placed your legs in his lap.
you babbled on about the party and how nice it was seeing everyone while he fidgeted with the clasps on your heels, gently pulling them off. once he did, he set them on the floor next to the couch, and tugged your legs a little closer. each blink felt like 30 seconds had gone by from the alcohol, and you eventually settled on comfortable silence with a familiar movie. he kept his hands on your calves, slowly massaging the sore muscles as you relaxed into the couch; laid back against the pillows, letting him work his magic, when suddenly, he leaned forward.
“so pretty..” he murmured, pressing gentle kisses to your feet and shins.
“eijiro!” you giggled tipsily, that tickles.”
it was almost as if he didn’t hear you, because his head never snapped up from its position.
“mm..” he mumbled, still kissing up your legs. he gently lifted one from his lap to bring it closer to his face, kissing up and down your foot as if he were trying to worship you.
“ei?” you asked.
“you looked so good tonight,” he said. “with these beautiful legs.. and precious thighs.. i’ve been wanting to get between these thighs all night.” he mumbled.
he slid himself off the couch, placing himself at your feet- large, warm hands running up and down your legs. Your ankles, then calves, then up the sides of your thighs, and back down again. he placed his head in your lap, staring up at you with those puppy eyes he did whenever he wanted something. His eyes had glazed over, blinking slowly as if he wasn’t all the way there. it was like this any time he got needy, but it was just too delicious to look away.
“baby..” he murmured, hiking your dress up to nip at your knees. “you’re so pretty.. and you smell so good.. always.” he said between kisses.
each time he gave a compliment, the hem of your dress rose by an inch or two. it didn’t take very long until it was hiked up past your knees and looking a lot more like a mini than a maxi. eijiro busied himself with kissing up your thighs, nipping and sucking every few seconds. because of his teeth, he always did his best to be extra-careful. his brows always furrowed in concentration, as if he was on a mission he couldn’t bear to screw up. as he kept moving up, and up a bit more, he eventually stopped for a second and just planted his face in them.
“you’re so soft and warm.” he said. “i could never get tired of this.”
you gently ran your fingers through his hair, occasionally scratching at his scalp with your nails.
“you’re like a big puppy.” you told eijiro, who responded with a small whine. he lifted his eyes to meet yours, and you both knew then that it’d be a long night.
his signature pout was waiting to make its appearance, because he couldnt hide the little smirk dancing below the surface.
“tell me what you want, baby.” you told him.
“i want you. i always want you.”
you lifted the skirt of my dress so you were no longer sitting on it, and eijiro’s eyes never left your thighs. he was waiting for permission.
“can i taste you, please?” he asked as you sat back down.
“hm?” you asked, as if you couldn’t hear him.
“baby,” eijiro whined. “let me taste you, please. let me make you feel good. i promise, ill do a good job. i’ll be such a good boy.”
“i wore the red ones you like.” you said, somewhat distracted by his pretty face. “but, you can’t really take what you want with-“
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see, teasing doesn’t really work on eijiro because he’ll solve the problem in about it three seconds flat. like now. when he practically ripped your freaking panties off.
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Your legs were over his shoulders and his tongue was swirling your clit before you could even think to react.
your head lolled back, and the pleasant alcohol buzz was suddenly replaced with a more intense ache. your thighs locked around his head, fingers dug into his scalp. you barely had a chance to catch your breath before he used his strong, strong hands to spread your thighs apart again, never once halting his ministrations.
“you’re more responsive when i keep you open like this..” he murmured between licks. “relax..”
“eijiro..” you breathed, trying to catch your breath — which was admittedly difficult with his face buried between your thighs.
“eijiro,” you repeated, voice cracking. “oh my god.. oh-“
“that’s it..” eijiro said. “those sweet moans i wanna hear.”
the soft, wet smacking sound filled the room as he continued, drowning out the movie. the only competing noises were the sounds of his moans and your own mixing together. you were clinging to him now, fingers trembling as you grabbed at fistfuls of his hair.
“just like that..” you whined. “just like that.”
“rock your hips. i know you want to.”
despite your muscles trembling, you slowly rocked back and forth against his face. it was a gentle, careful motion, but it only served to make the whole thing even more lewd.
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eijiro had a thing for you grinding on his face. being able to hold you up with his arms as you chased release against his mouth was maybe one of his favorite things about being so big and strong. no matter how many times he insisted he could handle it— hell, begged for it even— it was difficult to readily comply with his asking to be suffocated. he thought it was cute, really; you trying so hard not to hurt him. so, he figured he could settle for a gentle grind instead.
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the soft smacking sounds got louder, and his pace increased. once he was sure you’d stop squirming, eijiro released his hold on one of your thighs and instead used that hand to add to the stimulation. his fingers prodded around your entrance, rubbing gently until he gathered enough liquid to slide inside easily.
“ei-“ you gasped. “wait a second, i’m-“
the pleas were futile, because once he passed the first ring of muscle it was over. he knew exactly what spot to go for, gently curling his fingers as he pushed them in and out.
“eijiro,” you sobbed. “oh my god, eijiro-“
the wet, sticky sounds coming from his mouth only increased as you cries did. you were practically falling apart, and he was lapping at you as if he was desperately trying to savor it.
“so good… sweet pussy.. tastes so good..” he moaned between licks. his movements got more dramatic; opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out between bouts, just so you could see the mess running down his chin. “look at me. look at me, honey.”
your face was beet red, body tingling with arousal and embarrassment.
“baby..” eijiro whined. “baby…. baby..”
“mmph..” you hummed in acknowledgment, too worked up to give a proper response. Eijiro was a different man when he was tipsy. he had no problem taking his sweet time getting either of you off; even on the brink of collapse, you never had to beg, because you both knew that he could read your body like his favorite book.
“look at me.”
you obeyed him easily, and for the first time tonight you really, really looked at him. his eyes were glazed over, his nose and mouth were wet and glistening, his ears were as red as his hair. his shirt was completely disheveled and his pants suddenly looked incredibly tight. the bulge was so big, it seemed it’d just rip through the fabric.
“i’m so hard it hurts.” he moaned gently, hands rubbing your thighs again. “so hard for you.” he flattened his tongue again, still lapping at you like a man starved. his pace shifted slightly, allowing him to put a bit more pressure between licks.
“oh, god.” you mewled, suddenly feeling very squirmy. you could feel the pressure build against your clit, muscle contracting, and it wouldn’t be much longer until you were gone all over his face.
“cmon.. give it to me baby. you can do it..” he coaxed, insistently working you to your high.
you dug your fingernails into his scalp, rocking a bit harder as the delicious pressure in your lower abdomen suddenly exploded. Your thighs locked around his head, eyes squeezed shut, feeling yourself gushing all over his face. eijiro always knew exactly what to do, gently lapping until the tremble in your legs subsided and the ringing in your ears stopped. “that’s it pretty girl, look at me.”
when your eyes could focus again, they locked on his. “hi, baby.” he said with a sharp, toothy smile and glistening lips.
when words sounded more like words and less like pants, you cooed, “cmon, up from the floor,” while gently cupping his face. “your knees will get all bruised.”
“yes ma’am.” eijiro obliged without hesitation, perching himself on the couch next to me instead, pulling you into his lap. the tent in his pants was painfully obvious, and behind those sweet, gentle eyes of his, i knew he was holding it in as best he could.
“aww, baby.” i cooed, gaze falling to the pre-cum stain growing in his pants. “you need it so bad, huh?”
eijiro’s head dropped to my shoulder, burying his nose in the crook of my neck.
“need it so bad.. please.. touch me.” he gasped, trying not to buck his hips.
i reached down between us to get his belt off, then the button of his pants. once i got his boxers down, his dick practically sprung up like a jack in the box, slapping against his clothed abdomen as it throbbed. he hissed at the cool air hitting him.
“let’s get the rest of these off, hm?” you said, lips grazing the shell of his ear. a pleased hum vibrated in your chest as he shuddered, eager to shed his clothes and get as close to you as possible.
you stood from the couch, watching eijiro practically tear open his dress shirt as you fiddled with the zipper of your dress.
“turn around.”
“mm?”
“turn around..please. i want to unzip your dress.” eijiro said softly.
you obliged immediately, feeling his large warm hands on the hip and small of your back. one holding you in place while the other gently tugged the zipper down your back. the silky fabric pooled at the floor, and the lacy cups of your bra followed soon after.
once you were free of your dress, you turned and faced eijiro, who was tugging his pants down his legs so quickly he could’ve ripped them. you reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt, gingerly sliding the sleeves down his arms until he was completely bare, save for his small accessories like the pretty piercings on his face.
“sit.”
“gladly.” eijiro sat back on the couch, pulling you with him so you were perched in his lap once again.
“your face is all sticky.” you said with a smile, pressing kisses to the corner of his mouth.
he chased your lips with his own, pulling you into a sloppy, desperate kiss.
“what can i say?” he mumbled, lips barely disconnected. “dessert was delicious.” he said with a breathless smile.
“you’re such a dork.” you said, slowly reaching down between your bodies, addressing the elephant in the room.
eijiro’s face flushed in anticipation. “don’t make me wait, honey,” eijiro begged, shivering as you dragged my fingertips down his pecs, grazing his abs lightly before wrapping around his hard, leaky dick.
“oh god..” he breathed out shakily, head dropping to the crook of your neck. “ohh my god.”
you gently passed your thumb over his tip, circling his swollen, throbbing head until he was practically limp against you, rutting his hips like it was the only part of his body he had control of.
“don’t stop… oh- don’t stop..” he whined, bucking his hips into your hand impatiently.
“touch me just like that-“
he was hot in your hands, all aching, flushed thighs and heavy, full balls as he dropped his head to your chest. “can i suck ‘em? please, can i suck on them-“ he begged, nose already stuffed between your breasts, nuzzling against the soft skin.
“they’re so perky.. so beautiful..” he mused, bringing his hands to cup your breasts in his hands, passing his thumbs over your nipples. “so soft..” he leaned forward to take a nip in his mouth, suckling slowly as he canted his hips in time with your strokes.
“eiji- oh.”
he suckled a bit harder at the waver in your voice, swirling his tongue over the sensitive mound slowly. “touch me harder, baby..”
“y’shouldnt talk with your mouth full.” you teased, breathless “..’s filthy.”
you tugged harder at his cock, squeezing your hand in rhythmic pulses to work him even closer to the edge.
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eijiro has quite the tell. his body is generally responsive to any sort of stimulation, but when you had him like this? sucking on your tits, playing with your nipples, eyes trained on that pretty face of yours?
it’s this big, obvious, breathless sigh that lets you know he’s got maybe 10 seconds left before he’s done for. his hips chased your hands as best they could, trying not to jostle you as he came in your hands, semen spurting against his abdomen.
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eijiro was still half-hard, twitching in your hands as he started to come back down to earth. “baby..”
eijiro rested his chin against your boob, eyes still locked on yours as he babbled. “honey.. i need- i need that pretty cunt around me. i wanna be inside you.. split you open. lemme make you feel good, please?”
all you had to do was lift your hips, letting eijiro take a fisting short pumps of his cock before he guided your hips back down on top of him, lining up with your entrance perfectly. it was almost too good, the way you let him in so easily. his tip passed the first ring of muscle, his chest heaved in satisfaction.
“eijiro.. damnit-“ you clawed at his chest as he guided your hips down. as his cock plunged deeper and deeper, that (fortunately) familiar full feeling swept over you. his head was lolled back against the couch cushions, gently rutting up into you as you sank further down on him. when he finally bottomed out, your mouth dropped open, eyes fluttering closed, and eijiro leaned forward to catch your lips, swallowing the filthy moan that left your mouth.
“so good.. fuck- so good.. my baby’s pretty pussy.. taking me so good.” eijiro sputtered, murmuring obscenities as he tried to bury himself even deeper, kissing your cervix with his tip. his hips canted at a brutal pace, using his strong arms to bounce you up and down on his cock.
“i could keep you like this forever..” he babbled, drunk on the squelch you made every time your skin smacked against his own. “tits bouncing.. face flushed.. so beautiful. wanna be inside this sloppy cunt all the time. all the tim- oh.”
you were helpless, grinding your hips down for as much friction as possible. he lifted you up off of him only to slam all the way inside of you again, rubbing against your walls as he hit your favorite spot over and over, making you see stars.
“hah.. ohh my god.. so good. pounding my pussy soooo good. make me cum, eiji.. please..” you cooed, voice lilting. the closer you got, the less coherent you were.
“i got you baby.. it’s okay. i’ll make you cum, don’t you worry.” eijiro cooed, keeping you wrapped up in his arms as he pounded you even harder. his pace was sloppy now, frenzied as he worked you to your climax.
“sweet pussy.. all mine.. shit- gonna cum.. gonna cum inside you honey.. fill you to the brim.”
“eijiro..” you purred, tucking your face in the crook of his neck as your nails dragged down his arms. “‘m gonna cum..”
“that’s it- fuck, that’s it. cum for me, baby.” eijiro let out that breathy sigh he always did as he came, pulling you as close to him as possible so he could tuck his face into your chest. he rocked your hips in time as his own as he kissed you through your mutual orgasms, pecking at your face, then lips.. shoulders, jaw, neck, chest. anywhere he could reach.
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once the searing pleasure dulled to a light buzz, eijiro picked you up in his arms, and slowly made his way to the bathroom. he set you down on your feet, holding you close to him as he kissed your head gently.
“you okay?”
“mhmm..”
he chuckled at your sleepiness, tucking you into his chest as he leaned over to get a hot shower going. he let you step in first, sliding in behind you as he rubbed over your back and legs.
“shower,” he said, punctuated by a small kiss, “then takeout..” kiss. “movie..” kiss. “and bedtime.” kiss. “if we even get that far. seems you’re so tipsy you’re falling asleep.”
“yeah,” you said, relaxing under the hot water. “it was the alcohol, not the consecutive orgasms.”
eijiro chuckled gently. “so snarky.”
you took a second to revel in the steamy, warm shower, and eijiro’s gently hands running suds all over your body. you washed his hair as he washed your body, and you switched when the time came. once you both were done, he wrapped you up in a warm, fluffy towel, and scoured the closet for your favorite pj’s. he himself opted for his favorite pair of sweatpants — since he often overheated with you tucked against him — and made sure you were comfortably dressed before settling you in your shared bed.
forty-five minutes later, you were curled up against eijiro’s chest, eating korean fried chicken and watching some shitty reality tv show. well- you were. eijiro could never really handle his alcohol, or his orgasms, so he was snoozing comfortably, pressed against your back.