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Kirishima lives a pretty normal life, if your highest standards were the lowest bar! Kirishima was a perfect human being as a matter of fact! He was peppy, kind, and his smile brought joy to everyone’s hearts. He had a strict 4.0 GPA and tutored almost everyone who asked, if he wasn’t tutoring he was probably out somewhere like working his job at the college bookstore or supporting the football team.
Kirishima was a ‘Knight in shining armor’ as many people have compared the man’s clean and spotless life and record. Not even if you smudge the glass you could never find anything. As well as helping thousands of people pass their classes. Around the clock he worked with people, studied, and took some time for himself.
His schedule was always jammed packed, he’d always have 3 or 4 sessions back after back on the Mondays through Thursdays.
Then Fridays rolled around.
When he had to tutor the physics fraternity house—
No, no, no. He has to tutor the current star wide receiver and captain of the college’s football team, member of the physics frat house. In biology, of all classes!
Fridays normally run smoothly until then, Kirishima has one Philosophy lecture in the morning, a few hours of understudying, and then at 3:00 p.m. everything spirals.
Bakugou was stupidly perfect as well, in a way that was similar yet different to Kirishima. Bakugou has amazing grades, is the captain of the football team and vice-president in the student body due to his leadership, co-organizer of almost any big event, he's rich and an overall good guy… Except for the one thing that made him unbearable and reputational, his over-the-top temper.
Kirishima didn’t meet Bakugou until the spring of their Sophomore year, though he’d 100% heard of him since the beginning of freshman year. It’s scary how fast he grew in popularity on an exceptionally large campus as the one they were on. His name was either something you hated or it changed your life. But apparently, according to the man himself, Bakugou has always been bigger than his body that contains his fiery personality, achievements, skills, and looks. Egotistical much?
Kirishima always tried to forget that one kid who always gets popular way too fast throughout the years of middle school and high school, knowing they’d crash and burn one day, but the blond’s name reacquainted itself with Kirishima’s ears each time it left his brain. And soon enough Kirishima couldn’t forget it. The faceless entity whose fiery personality brought fear to losers and nobodies like himself and girls head over heels, awestruck.
But now that Kirishima has a face to put on the almost god-like entity of the campus and he didn’t know what to do. A face, with burning, glaring eyes, that shimmered with a red undertone if you looked at them in a certain light, the scary yet charming smirk that’s outlined with a velvety set of pink lips, the skin of a Greek god that glowed in the light, and every single muscle that hid or bulged out of his shirts. All of it was Bakugou. And Kirishima was obsessed . I mean who wouldn’t be?
During his tutoring session he always found himself distracted and unable to really be himself. But it started to get worse, Bakugou started to become nicer to him, sometimes to the point that if he got a 100% on a test he would smile and hug the man.
And it got even worse as Krishima found himself craving that every tutoring lesson was with Bakugou instead of the other students he was tutoring, which put him in a bad mood when he realized it wasn’t. After the incident where Bakugou wore the football team’s spirit grey sweatpants and Kirishima found out he was hung. He had to use the excuse of ‘I’m not feeling well’ and left the session early, hands shaking as he held onto his bag, face lit up in arousal. He has come to terms that he’s never been a man of decency in the face of temptation like he pretends to be. Or the ‘saving for marriage’ nickname he’s gotten by the other mean popular students.
He just needed an outlet. So he buys a diary. It’s a simple one, black cover with the words ‘reach for the stars…’ etched on the cover in silver-cursive lettering, with lined paper inside. And after every meeting with Katsuki Bakugou he uses it. Sometimes he writes pages upon pages of stuff like how Bakugou smiled at him after he finally got something. And sometimes he wrote shorter entries like when Bakugou is all pissed off about a teacher and is yelling too loud. The whole reason for this is so that Kirishima has a helping hand in the situation. So he can write about all his untamed thoughts and lewd urges.
This plan was spotless. Until it wasn’t.
Or more specifically, Kirishima loses his precious diary by grabbing a messy bunch of books and notebooks to go to his regular Friday session with Bakugou, then dumping all of said stuff onto the desk in search for a specific physics book that Bakugou wanted to use, and finally rushing out of the room after getting an email that a buffet was happening in the dining hall, because who doesn’t like food?
He combusted into utter panic mode when he didn't find his diary under his pillow. And basically already half jumping off of a cliff when he tears his room apart and doesn’t find it. For one, he never takes it out of his room for personal reasons. And two, he’s the only one in the house who requested a room to himself and got one, due to his tutoring lessons, the frat house thought it was a good idea. So there’s no chance of it being in the wrong hands.
“Shit, shit, SHIT!” Kirishima cried as he tugged on his hair, he could feel his chest starting to heave and his lips trembling. He paces around the small bedroom, the built up nervousness starting to come off as energy. He has no outlet and it sucks.
Before a thought shot through him like a bullet. He composed himself as he looked at himself in the mirror. He needs to get it back before he does something completely stupid and regrets it. Before he won’t be able to look Bakugou in the eyes again.
No! He wasn’t going to do it!
“No! No! No! No! I can’t tell him!” Kirishima groaned as his head fell into his hands, which wiped the tears that were already staining his face. He wasn’t a teenager anymore, he wasn’t gonna let his stupid thoughts or dick, as a matter of fact, control everything he did. “It’s ok, we’ll wait till tomorrow, it will be fine… everything will be ok. This is fine! Nothing to regret or worry about!”
***
So, Katsuki Bakugou is confused. And he’s never this confused.
This isn’t the usual confusion he was met with when he’s testing an experiment that is 100% correct and it fails, that may have happened… Multiple times… Let’s just say he isn’t allowed into the testing space for another week. Or when he has to force, or pity, his tutor into helping him with a math problem.
This confusion is something Bakugou doesn’t figure out how to approach until three days after he’s been thinking it through— or jacking off to it until he feels like he’s gonna burn alive. He’s even resorted to dry humping. Gross.
The source of his entertainment was a simple diary that was now in his possession, it looked simple until Bakugou opened it. The innards were like the gears in a machine that hasn’t been made yet but you made the blueprint, too complex to fully comprehend without realizing that you made it.
His tutor, the aceing student, Eijirou Kirishima, who’s name is like a hymn around campus. Bakugou has heard all about him before they even met. How he’d save people’s asses in the middle of terms, how he helps every person, how his smile lit up everyone who dared to look at the light. Which, to Bakugou, was true.
His tutor had left the small leather notebook on the table after running out at the end of a classic Friday meet up, muttering something about food. Kirishima was having some trouble keeping up in his Calculus classes which Bakugou was doing terrific in. So to return the favor of all the time Kirishima has saved his ass, he agreed to help Kirishima a bit. Bakugou had been pissed that the redhead left without saying goodbye, but he was even more passionate about returning said notebook.
But he couldn’t call him in time to return it and Kirishima was probably halfway across campus at the speed he walks at, so he was left with an all too plain and unlabeled notebook and a curiosity that was unbound by anything.
Later he’d tell himself, to feel less guilty, that it was driven by the hope that maybe notes from a class he’d miss earlier that day were in Kirishima’s possession, but holy fuck that was such a lie. Bakugou wanted to learn everything about the man as he could. After hearing stories about the infectiously kind, future ‘most influential person of the year’, Bakugou found himself wanting to know more for some odd reason. He doesn’t care, why would he. His name was just as infectious as Kirishima's, maybe even bigger. He didn’t need anyone else but himself, he was the best.
But he longed to know more about the immaculate Eijirou Kirishima and what was under that bright smile he hid of all other emotions. The redhead gives nothing away, he softly giggles when Bakugou gets out-of-proportion angry at a question, vague nods from the benches when he sees him at games, excuses when Bakugou asks what he’s gonna do during the weekend, and nervous laughing, quick topic switching, or bright smiles when Bakugou even half-attempts flirting.
It’s something that Bakugou finds actually quite intimidating. To be known so well but is so completely mysterious. Which combats Bakugou’s personality like a shield. It was like puzzle prices that you’d never think fit together.
Bakugou goes over to his bed as he flips open the first entry and reads.
Entry 1 ~
Oh oh oh… Oh man, wasn’t expecting that. Holy fuck, warn somebody before you going around being like that, rude. I guess it made sense since you’re so athletic. So manly! I can deal with your bulging biceps and chest all the time but fuck… your abs, man. When you lifted your tank top to wipe that bit of water off your plush lips. I saw them in full light. I really wanted to ask to touch them… Haha no, no, no that was a lie. I wanted to get under the desk and blow you while you studied, I just want to please you. I don’t even care if someone heard or saw. I just want… Fuck what I would do… just to choke on your dick. Just once, I beg, I’d be set for life if you let me, just once. Would you pull my hair until I cried, if I asked? Would you fuck my throat raw until I can’t talk? Until you can see your dick in my throat? Till it’s all I can taste? God, when I heard rumors about how hung you are, I wanted to take you right then and there. Ooo ooo ooo, I bet, I just bet if I let you fuck my throat you’d crush me. I want you to use all that passion I see in your eyes on me. Ahaha jokes jokes.
It was the first of many onset letters to an unknown recipient, and unexpected boners. He already thought of Kirishima as cute, a jawline that cut stone that’s caressed in sun-kissed skin, with an ass to perky for the pants he wore. But that Kirishima and this Kirishima are two completely different people. And Bakugou’s dick agrees with him. The entry paints a picture beyond his imagination. Kirishima dirtying his pants on the floor, sucking on a what seemed to be the blond’s dick, making the most lewd noises, his hair was down and caressing his sobbing face, as his throat bobbed, swallowing up all of what seemed to be his release, due to the fact that access liquid dripped from the corners of his mouth. And Bakugou couldn’t stop himself.
And the farther he went into the diary the nastier it became and the more complex the entries were.
Entry 2 ~
Holy fuck! Ahaha ha ha! That’s crazy. No one can be that big! When you came in today with those grey sweatpants, I almost didn’t realize it was your dick! Dude, my heart almost fell out of my ass. I knew you were big, and I thought I was big, until I saw you. You’re HUGE. Oh man, you really are perfect. The looks, the smarts, the dick… For the entire session, focus was out of the question. I’m sorry for that today too. Hah! Like you’d ever read this! Questions ran through my head! Like, how many fingers would it take to take you? Or maybe I shouldn’t! I can take pain, I can take hits! Actually come to think of it… I want it to burn, I want it to hurt. I want it to hurt when you fuck me so it’s engraved in my brain, no my soul, that I’m yours. Yes! I’m yours forever! I’ll be your own personal fuck toy if you want. I’d take you whenever and wherever you want. I’d let you fuck me sprawled out on that one table in the library. I’d let you leave me, fucked out on the table, for everyone to see, only waiting for you to come use me again. Did you know I’m flexible? I’ve worked on my flexibility forever and now I can do a perfect split! I won’t break. Unless you break me. Break me. I want you to BREAK me. I want you to go round after round with you, till we both can’t walk. Again, you’ll never read this. These are all jokes, right?
The more Bakugou reads the more he wants to know who these stimulated entries are about. The man must be as perfect as Kirishima himself for the redhead to fawn over. That knocks him out of the question… Bakugou wasn’t perfect, his temperamental issues ruin everything good in his life. Besides Kirishima of course, for some odd reason Kirishima could actually stand him. Took every blow, every curse, every scream of frustration. Yet he just sat there and smiled. Fuck he wished he was the one in the stories now.
Fuck he needed to know. Now.
He scanned the pages of erotic entries till he got to a certain one. It was the most… Interesting one, he’s seen so far.
The tent in his pants had grown to almost full mast. He had to touch himself or he was gonna literally have blue balls. He started to palm himself through his sweatpants. His legs twitched. Fuck, he didn’t know why, but it felt so good. He was more stimulated and sensitive than he’s ever been in his life. He wishes it was Kirishima touching him instead of himself.
But now after reading he really wishes it was him…
Entry 10,
This is stupid. I’m stupid. I got so jealous when I saw you talking to this one blonde. Camie? I think? She’s in my philosophy class. I mean, I already assumed you’re straight. Hell, you're hot. A football player. And goddamn manly! But I still wonder… Would you want to experiment? Or would you just fuck to fuck? Like, I do anything to touch you. I’ll be that girl for you, let you fill my pussy up with your huge dick. Think about it! My name already sounds kinda girl-ish… I’d let you call me baby girl, or hell, call me a slut for all I care. You’ll never understand the lust, the NEED, I have for you. I want to be forever stained with your cum. I want you to breed me, knock me up, make me yours forever. Mrs. Bakugou. It has a nice ring to it doesn’t it?
Bakugou shut the diary. That confirmed it. It was him.
He sat there for 10 minutes, probably looking stupid as shit, in shock. If they could, he’s pretty sure that his eyes would roll straight(gay) out of their sockets. Everything fell into place. His last name was clearly written right there in the innocent ink of a pen. Mrs. Bakugou. Normally his thoughts would go straight to his mom, but this time it was different. He thought of Kirishima. More specifically Kirishima clinging onto his side, his hair pulled back into a ponytail, his face bedazzled with a light touch of makeup, his ass sitting perfectly in a small red skirt, and to go with the outfit he wore a tight fitted red cropped sweater that showed parts of his stomach when he raised his arms. But most importantly he was his girl.
It was no surprise that Bakugou’s memories retaliated him. He relented every session that they had, through the details of the entries.
He couldn’t help but smile. It was him. He was the one that Kirishima fawned over. He smiled as he felt his nerves twitch only to realize he still has an aggressive throbbing in his pants. His dick didn’t ache, it hurt now. He began palming himself through his sweats again, he needed more than that. Eager to jack off he shoved his hand down his sweats and started. He rubbed the pearls of precum that beaded his tip. Bakugou let out a stifled groan as he rubbed the head of his dick, eager for it to be Kirishima’s wet mouth.
He’s too eager now, he leans back and closes his eyes. Why not enjoy himself when he can?
***
Turns out even Kirishima has horrible days.
He woke up late and completely missed his first lecture, and didn’t find his laptop that had all his data for the next class on it until 25 minutes after, which in terms made him 35 minutes late to his next class due to his 25 minute fiasco and the walk there, and on top of that he forgot to bring money for food at the dining hall. But due to Kirishima’s optimism, which seemed to start to burn out, fought back against the negativity. Even when this day seems to try to drive him insane.
He tried not to think about his diary. The substance in it. The fact that he could be ruined if the wrong person found it. He just needs to keep his brain in check until he gets a new one. All he needs to do is keep his tutoring sessions, especially with Bakugou, professional. He doesn’t need to focus on his client, just their learning. He doesn’t need to focus on Bakugou and his rippling biceps, that cocky smirk, the fire in his eyes, and his—.
“Kiri? Hello?”
Kirishima's chest heaved as he was startled. He must play it off, he blinks and smiles at the blond who was waving his, large , hand in his face. Right, he was suppose to be helping Bakugou with this physics equation. But his plan was already crumbling under the weight of Bakugou himself. Kirishima’s losing this unwinnable battle.
But Bakugou seemed just as distracted as he was, Kirishima found himself snapping Bakugou back into the real world. Luckily Bakugou was so out of it, that he didn’t notice that Kirishima’s eyes were almost always focused on his pants.
“Sorry, what’s you say?” Kirishima smiled as Bakugou just blankly stared at him.
“Just… Wondering how your week went, that’s all.” Bakugou asked again, he asks it every Friday. Even though Bakugou can be quite… Mean. Doesn’t mean he just doesn’t care.
Kirishima shrugs, “oh just some… Uh…. stuff.” Kirishima normally just does academic, lowly things that would probably never interest Bakugou, because it’s not challenging and it’s not a competition.
“Hmph,” was the noise that was gained from his answer. Bakugou shot the question like an arrow out of a bow, it missed the target and he sure as hell wasn't gonna push it. The room went silent, other than the light brush of a pencil on paper and Bakugou’s shoe hitting the floor.
The seconds ticket by too slowly for Kirishima. He was suffocating in the awkwardness, he couldn’t bare it any longer. The redhead shot up in his chair and cleared his throat, “I-I’m sorry I’m quite tired we can do a makeup session on Wednesday. I have a bunch of spots open.”
Bakugou just blinked, he needed to seize the moment. He just couldn’t find the right words so he sat there gaping like a fish. Kirishima on the other hand was destined to break the world record for cleaning up. He quickly put his books into a stack and shoved them into his backpack.
Just before Kirishima reached the door, Bakugou shot up and spoke. Finally. “Wait! Just wait.” He choked on his own spit as he grabbed onto Kirishima’s wrist. “I’ve gotta tell you something. And give something back.”
Kirishima looked at his warily as Bakugou pulled out from his bag. In his left hand was a nice pen that he let Bakugou borrow early that week but it wasn’t that important— wait. Is that?
Bakugou held his hands out, he obviously had the pen and a small black notebook. That looked similar to…
Kirishima tensed, his chest contracted as he gulped, he tried to keep his eyes on Bakugou but he couldn’t help and glance down at the notebook. His heart pounded in his chest like a thunderstorm, he could feel it in his chest and hear it in his head. His face flushed. His legs turned to jelly. He trembles as he reaches out to grab the notebook.
“H-How…? How did you manage…?” Kirishima choked out a wheeze. He felt like curling up and crying but that’s not manly especially in front of someone he’d been having erotic fantasies about.
“You, Uh, left it that last time. Dumbass.” Bakugou’s voice cracked heavily as he tried to cover him with a classic insult. Their fingers brushed awkwardly as the blond gave him back the diary.
Kirishima smiled through the pain of his own stupidity, “oh.” He inhaled sharply and gritted his teeth, he was gonna have to ask it anyway. “So did you…? You didn’t read it, right?” He looked up, his eyes pleading for the false information of an answer. They both know at this point that Bakugou has read it. You know, it could just be easier if Bakugou says yes, they forget about it, Bakugou gets a new tutor. Never happened.
Bakugou coughed before he spoke, “not… all of it?”
Kirishima couldn’t couldn’t get himself to speak, he couldn’t apologize. All he wished was that Bakugou wouldn’t have one of his tantrums and hurt someone or call the campus head for sexual harassment. But surprisingly he remained calm and did something he thought he would never get out of such an angry person.
“Um.. Look, that was a shitty thing to do, I’m sorry.”
It takes a few minutes to recognize what this was. The Katsuki Bakugou had apologized to him. Kirishima looked strangely at the other, “Um, w-what? You’re sorry? Why would you be sorry it was literally my fault. I’m sorry. I-I..”
Bakugou just looked at him like he just heard the dumbest thing in the entire world, “for looking through your stuff? It was your privacy, and I scoured through it. It was rude of me and an invasion of privacy.”
‘What the fuck was this man saying?’ Kirishima looked dumbfounded, he literally wrote 50 Shades of Grey about him. But Kirishima’s heart seemed to take it in a different direction, it pulsed with affection. But his guilt was still heavy on his shoulders, he shouldn’t have written those things about a person. “Please don’t be sorry. Um… I shouldn’t have…” His eyes strained, filling with tears and his face flushed a bright red again, “Written that stuff about you. I’m so fucking sorry, it won’t happen again. Just give me some time, I’ll find you a new tutor and we can forget this all happened—”
“ Stop .”
Bakugou held out his hand signaling for him to stop, “you’re getting me through this shit.” Bakugou could feel the sensations of his cheeks, blood rushed to put some blood in his cheeks. “A-After reading that… You can’t just leave now. Y'know?”
This is probably breaking a record for Bakugou, seeing two caring emotions? Score. Which made Kirishima’s heart flutter, ‘he’s blushing and stut— Wait what?!’
Kirishima’s frozen in his tracks, too scared to do anything but Bakugou’s sentence doesn’t really leave him with anything. “What do you mean?” He stammered as he looked around, “I can’t just give you answers—”
“No! Fuck! I just thought that,” Bakugou puts on his signature smirk, that hides the fact that he’s blushing like a madman. He reached out and yanked Kirishima closer to him. Kirishima couldn’t help but slip a smile at the corner of his mouth at Bakugou’s strength. It was hot as fuck. That was until he felt the hot air of Bakugou’s breath on his ear, his voice shaking his inner being. It was intoxicating .
“I thought you wanted me to fill that pussy of yours.”
In an instant Kirishima is once again dumbfounded. No way Bakugou is saying this. He’s gonna wake up any second now and have an excruciating boner. But it’s not. It’s physical. Kirishima could feel the weight of Bakugou’s hand on his thigh. And no doubt there was a large bulge in the blond’s pants.
Bakugou wasn’t joking around.
He wanted this too.
And Kirishima was absolutely thrilled! And riddled with lust.
“Hell yes…”
***
It’s a Friday night. Kirishima has a lecture and student council in the morning. He shouldn’t be doing this but…
“Fuck…” Bakugou gasped as he drove deeper into Kirishima. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts, it hit and scratched the wall every time Bakugou even tried to thrust. Thump. Thump. Thump. The frat boys below him could probably hear the bed.
On the other hand if they didn’t hear the bed, they definitely heard Kirishima. He mewled out a cry as he used his legs, that rested on Bakugou's Shoulders, for leverage to get Bakugou deeper into him. The wet slapping of skin on skin resonated throughout the dorm room.
“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah!” Kirishima’s staccato moans became louder and louder with every animalistic thrust the blond made into his lubed, wet hole.
“Cmon stupid bitch.” Bakugou moaned into Kirishima’s neck before, latching his teeth on hard to his neck. “Thought… fuck… You could take it. You wanna be my girl right?” Bakugou’s aggressive, low tone made Kirishima’s inner walls clench. Damn, it felt like a fucking pillow around his dick.
“ Oh god! Yes ! I’m y-YOURs. Your girl!”
Kirishima moaned after every drive of the blond’s insane hips. He literally choked when Bakugou slid in for the first time. He felt like he was gonna be crushed under the massive girth of Bakugou’s cock. He’s never been so full in his life, he could feel it in his stomach. His sweat-covered back sticks to the cum riddled sheets, his voice is raw from screaming earlier, his hole was completely abused and already dripping with the clear-milky liquid from a previous round. His mind stopped working when Bakugou found that sweet spot that made Kirishima sing his name. The inhuman beast that Kirishima awoke, fucked him harder than he ever dreamed of. His words couldn’t even compare to what he’s been through I think the past hour.
And it gets even better when Bakugou whispers the nastiest things he’s ever heard in his life. It makes Kirishima’s entire body burn .
“You like it when I fill your tight pussy, baby girl? Want me to fill you up with my cum till it’s leaking out of your little hole? Ah, Fuck, you’re gonna get knocked up aren’t ya? Then everyone will know you’re my girl. You’re mine. You know your body belongs to me. I don’t want anyone to even look at you.”
“Fuck!” Kirishima moaned as he dug his nails into Bakugou’s back, raking them down in one force causing Bakugou to yelp. Their hips moved in synchronization as the blond mouthed along the redhead’s jaw.
“Mmm… Baku—”
The statement brought a quick slap to Kirishima’s pretty little ass, “what was that, slut?” Bakugou grunted as his hand reached for Kirishima’s neck, lightly holding on for just a minute, just forward of where his pulse would be, or where the air makes the muscles expand.
“Daddy! I said Daddy, please . Don’t hurt me.” Kirishima sobbed out in pleasure as tears ran down his face, he looked absolutely wrecked and so fuckin’ gorgeous. Bakugou can’t believe the sight.
Kirishima was under him, his face as red as his hair, his eyes were puffy from crying and from shutting to tight, his lips were swollen and cracked from previous… Shenanigans, his cheeks were glistening with a mixture of tears and drool, and most importantly his face was stained with splatters of cum, both his own and Bakugou’s. It was so fucking pretty Bakugou couldn’t help but be possessive. Nobody but Bakugou could see the other like this.
With each thrust, Kirishima could feel himself closer to climax. “Daddy! Please, l-let me… Let me! Daddy- nghhh!” He tried to word out but Bakugou’s hips came to a sudden halt before starting up in short fast thrusts, instead of the deep and rolling ones. His change seemed to get Kirishima more vocal as his moans squealed out of his chest, with every angle that he drove forward and in at.
But Bakugou wasn’t having it, he wanted to hear the sweet sound of Kirishima’s crying sobs for him not to stop. So he pulled out completely, which made his groan and Kirishima to gasp. His gaping, dripping hole still clenching around nothing. Once Bakugou had pulled out, out came the rest of his own seed from the rounds before.
“Fuck… You’re so wet for me, such a nice cunt. Look at it, gaping around nothing. Such a pretty little thing…” Bakugou chuckled dangerously as he watched a bead of cum drip out of Kirishima’s ass before catching it with his finger and shoving it back in.
“So wet… I want— No I’m gonna eat you out. Flick my tongue into that nice wet pussy, you want it, Kirishima? You wanna ride my face until you’re dripping? You want it?” Bakugou snarled slowly as he slinked his way in between Kirishima’s thighs.
“Yes, yes, please… Dadddyyyy. I want you to eat me out until I’m soaking.” He gasped as he spoke, his hole clenching around nothing when he felt Bakugou blow hot air on it. It twitched in delight which made Kirishima squirm and cry in need.
“You want my tongue so badly, I can see it. Fuck I bet you taste so good…” Bakugou and Kirishima moaned in unison when he licked a stripe up the other’s rim. He could taste his own release on his tongue that was really dripping out now.
He spread the other’s ass cheeks and dove right in. Bakugou flicked his tongue over the sloppy hole, again and again till he felt the redhead’s legs twitch on his shoulders. He swirled it around with a nasty lewd slurp before pounding the tip of his tongue into his already abused hole.
And this time when Bakugou experiences something that Kirishima actually warns beforehand. He's a screamer and he means it. Kirishima physically screamed out a moaning sob. And it was fuckin’ hot. Kirishima’s legs twitched and kicked in pleasure with every flick of the blond’s tongue. And he loved it. He had full control. So much power.
Kirishima’s head rolls back as he felt Bakugou dive back into his malleable hole. And Kirishima’s seeing stars, and soon enough he’s cumming for the third time this night. And Kirishima can’t breathe, he’s gasping for air like a madman.
“Come one Baby Girl… You can’t give up now. After all you are my girl...”