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Bakugo was going to lose his fucking mind.
Recently, he had come to terms with the fact that he was in love with his best friend, Eijirou Kirishima. Bakugo had come a long way to be able to admit his feeling. Even if he had liked the red head since first year and only now admitted it halfway through third year. But some progress was better than none okay? Now as hard as it was for Bakugo to admit that to himself he assumed that he could continue to live normally. He assumed that his feelings wouldn't changed anything. Especially if he never told anyone about his new found feelings.
Never in his life, has Bakugo Katsuki felt as stupid as he did right now.
Now despite what most people would think, Bakugo knew a fair deal about sex. He had a good general knowledge of sexual jokes and references. Not because he was experienced in doing anything sexual, no. But because he grew up with free, unguarded internet access. For fuck sake he reads romance novels in his free time. Do you really think they're all just happy go lucky love stories with absolutely no sex scenes? If you do, you're fucking stupid in Bakugo's opinion.
Regardless of that, because of his previously mentioned knowledge, Bakugo was always able to quickly catch on to the sexual jokes and innuendos his 'friends' made. Even if he never said anything, he always silently understood what they were really saying. Which is why he was so fucking confused right now.
"What did you just say shitty hair?" Bakugo stared at Kirishima bewildered. The red head simply smiled back at him.
"I said you look tense, if you want I can help you relax. I've been told I'm great with my hands. I know how to make you feel really good." Bakugo felt a deep blush cover his cheeks. So he had heard correctly. Only issue with that, he couldn't tell if Kirishima meant it in a sexual tense or not. The red head had said it with a shrug, and neither of them have confessed any sort of feelings to the other. So Bakugo's first thought was that he was being dirty minded. But Kirishima was also looking at him like he was a meal. And he couldn't tell if it was his brain playing tricks on him because of how much he liked the red head, or if the look was real. And the double meaning of Kirishima's words did not help Bakugo figure it out in the slightest.
"Can you, elaborate on how you would help me relax?" Bakugo did his best not to stutter or let his mild arousal show in his voice. Kirishima smiled brightly.
"Oh! Yeah, I meant like give you a massage! I've been told I'm great at it! Why? What did you think I meant?" and if Bakugo wasn't sure that Kirishima had no feelings for him, he would've sworn he saw the red heads lip twitch up slightly at the question. Bakugo just shook his head.
"I didn't think you meant anything. You just said it in a stupid way so I wanted to make sure I understood you dumbass." Kirishima slowly nodded his head and stared down at Bakugo.
"So... is that a yes?" Bakugo turned and began to walk to his dorm. Kirishima lit up and followed. They both knew that was a silent yes if there ever was one.
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Bakugo had chucked the first time up to his mind being an ass. Besides, Kirishima didn't seem to understand the underlying suggestion to his words. So Bakugo assumed that it was a one time thing and that he just needed to stop reading so much smut before bed.
Once again, he felt like a fucking idiot.
Not only had it happened again, but it had happened in front of people. They had been in the middle of training when Aizawa-sensei told everyone to team up. Todoroki was in the middle of asking Bakugo if he wanted to team up when Kirishima had cut in like a bolder being dropped into a puddle.
"Actually Todobro," Kirishima gave Todoroki a gentle nudge with his hip. Moving to stand in front of the blonde. "I think Bakugo should team up with me! After all, I'm definitely the only one who can handle his explosions when he loses control." Now, normally, that sentence wouldn't be seen as sexual in Bakugo's mind. If not for the fact that not even two fucking weeks ago, he had confided in his close 'friends', including Kirishima, that when he exercises at night, he would sometimes lose control of his quirk.
Now Bakugo was forced to tell this information- (they all were playing truth or dare, he picked truth and wasn't allowed to run away like normal.) but he didn't think it would come to bite him in the ass. Now, the sentence as it is wasn't too bad. Sure it made Bakugo think twice, but it wasn't an obvious innuendo. That was until fucking Todoroki decided to open his mouth.
"What do you mean? Bakugo never loses control of his quirk?" Kirishima's eyebrows shot up as a small smirk came across his face.
"Oh, yeah, I guess you wouldn't know. But when Bakubro gets, extra excited, they can go off without him realizing." Bakugo watched as Todoroki's eyes widened and shot to him. Bakugo felt his cheeks flush. But before Bakugo could yell at the red head for outing him, or before Todoroki could ask if the two were dating, Kirishima spoke again. "Like back during the war, when he was high on adrenaline and his explosions were going off like crazy?" Bakugo watched as a small blush covered Todoroki's cheeks.
"Oh, right, yes. That, that makes um, sense. I'll um, go team up with someone else then..." Todoroki tappered off and walked away. However Bakugo didn't miss the questioning look he shot back at him. Bakugo glared up at Kirishima but the red head looked all too pleased with himself.
"What the fuck was that shitty hair?!" Kirishima tilted his head and wore an innocent look.
"What do you mean man? It's the truth isn't it? When you get super excited in battle you sometimes let off rogue explosions. Just didn't want Todoroki getting hurt." Bakugo opened his mouth to yell at him but what would he say? Kirishima clearly only meant it in a friendly way. He didn't get the underlying tone of his words. He didn't even know what saying things like that did to the blonde. So instead of yelling, Bakugo just groaned before dragging the red head towards their teacher to get their teams assignment.
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As mad as Bakugo wanted to be, he couldn't. He knew it was all in his head. Knew that his mind was just turning Kirishima's innocent words into something sexual. But that didn't make it any less difficult to hear said words. The next time it happened, they were at the pool with their friends. Denki had somehow convinced Bakugo to tag along. Saying it would just be the squad and no one else. Bakugo had reluctantly agreed.
After about an hour of the group just lounging and messing around, Mina came up with a new idea.
"Let's play chicken!" Denki gave her a look.
"We only have five people, someone's gonna be left out." Mina splashed him before moving to the middle of the pool.
"No! Someone is going to be judge! Make sure no one cheats or plays dirty!" Denki shrugged and followed the girl to the middle. Hanta jumped off the side and swam towards the two. All three turned to Kirishima and Bakugo on the other side of the pool. Bakugo sat on the edge with his legs in the water. Kirishima was in front of him, the red head met the three's gaze and quickly swam over. Bakugo rolled his eyes but followed slowly behind him.
"Okay!" Mina clapped her hands together. "We need two sets of two to go first, who's up?" Hanta immediately grabbed Mina's arm.
"Me and Mina versus who?" Mina blushed at the action but nodded eagerly. Denki and Kirishima turned and played a quick game of rock paper scissors. Kirishima came out on top beating with scissors. The red head let out a victorious shout as Denki pouted at his hand. Kirishima turned to Bakugo with bright eyes, practically bouncing in the water. Bakugo rolled his eyes but moved closer to the red head none the less.
Denki made dramatic movements as he moved to stand along the side of the pool. Hanta quickly dropped into the water, allowing Mina to get on his shoulders before he came back up. His hands gripped the girls thighs firmly as he moved to stand in front of Bakugo and Kirishima. Both boys moved to face each other, a silent question filling the space between them. Bakugo was about to tell Kirishima that he could get on his shoulders when the red head spoke.
"You can ride me Bakugo, be on top the way I know you like." Bakugo let out a choked sound. Quickly bringing a hand up to cover his mouth and blush as he coughed. Through his struggle he could hear Mina and Denki giggling loudly. Hanta had his head down as his shoulders shook the girl above him. Kirishima was quickly at Bakugo's side, asking if he was okay.
"I'm fuckin' fine shitty hair!" Bakugo threw a hand out to swat at the red head but missed. While Kirishima continued to fuss over Bakugo, the blonde noticed Denki move to say something to the two in front of them.
"Should I tell him he just used an innuendo?" Hanta barked out a laugh before turning his head away. Mina giggled before leaning down to reply.
"I'm surprised you know that word- but no! Don't tell him! This is amazing!" after coughing out his lung, Bakugo stood up straight again. The blonde turned around to see Kirishima with a worried look on his face.
"Bro, are you okay? What happened? Did you swallow or breathe wrong? You sure you're-" Bakugo cut the red head off by shoving his head into the water. Bakugo turned to get out of the pool, to embarrassed to admit he was sporting a half hard on because of Kirishima's words. But suddenly the blonde was lifted above the water by strong, wide shoulders. Bakugo let out a shout as he quickly steadied himself. Kirishima was laughing brightly between coughs. Using one hand to hold Bakugo's thigh and the other to move his hair out of his face.
"There we go! We got there eventually! Now, let's play!" Kirishima moved to stand in front of Hanta. Both hands now holding Bakugo's thighs tightly. Bakugo glared at Mina as she giggled behind her hand. He was so getting her back later. As Denki moved back to the side and began to count down Bakugo only had one thought.
'I seriously hope Kirishima can't feel my dick.'
(Spoiler, he could.)
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After that day in the pool, Bakugo's 'friends' would tease him any chance they got. Of course Kirishima was never a part of this, but he was the cause so fuck him.
. . .
NOT LIKE THAT!
Bakugo's mind was spiraling. All of the suggestive jokes from his 'friends' mixed with Kirishima seemingly being too stupid to understand the sexual meaning behind his words, was making him lose it. Everytime he looked at the red head now he couldn't help his mind drifting to, dark places. And unsurprisingly, Kirishima's apparent innocence as to why Bakugo is constantly sporting a half hard on these days is not helping.
Bakugo was peacefully studying in the common room. In the past year and a half he had grown used to sharing the space with his classmates. And had grown a new tolerance for having people around him when he studies. Although it's still a small tolerance, he can only handle about three hours of human interaction max, it's better than what it was. Midoriya sat across from him, also studying. The two would occasionally mention something in relation to the source material in front of them.
Iida sat off to the side with Momo, they were tutoring a small group of people. Ochaco, Tsuyu, Denki, and Mina sat around them taking notes on what they were saying. On the couch behind Bakugo, Kirishima sat next to Hanta and Todoroki. The three were talking about any and everything. Bakugo had stupidly thought that he could make it through the day without dealing with Kirishima throwing his mind down a dirty spiral.
Once again. He was wrong.
"There's no way you can last that long." Hanta let out a scoff. Kirishima left out a small shout at the accusation.
"Listen man! I know it's hard to believe but if I really get into it I can keep up for hours." Bakugo felt his spine straighten slightly. He knew they weren't talking about anything sexual. But given his recent issue, he couldn't help but let his mind wonder as he eavesdropped. Although he did his best to act like he wasn't.
"I feel like the average person would get tired after three rounds right? Don't most people stop at that point?" Todoroki sounded confused but confident as he talked. Bakugo wondered if he was thinking in the same context as him.
"Yeah man, you can't seriously tell me that you believe you can last that long. How do you even know for sure? How'd you even find out?" Bakugo could hear Hanta shift on the couch as he talked. The blonde assumed that his hands were going wild by now. Bakugo glanced up to check Midoriya's notes. Only to be met with bright green eyes staring into his fucking soul. Bakugo jumped slightly but quickly composed himself. He gave Midoriya a hard glare. The boy simply responded by flicking his eyes behind Bakugo then back to his eyes.
Shit. He'd been caught. How did this fucker know?!
"If you don't believe me just ask Bakugo!" both Midoriya and Bakugo perked up at this. But neither broke their minute staring contest. The blonde silently hoped that whatever Kirishima said next would stop his brains dirty spiral.
"Bakugo knows exactly how long I can last! He even knows just how hard I get!" Bakugo felt his cheeks burn. He was sure his face matched Kirishima's hair now. Midoriya stared at him with an open mouth and eyebrow raised. Bakugo felt his throat close up. Suddenly Kirishima was grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around.
Bakugo came face to face with Hanta and Todoroki. Both were looking down at the blonde. Hanta wore a sceptical expression, Todoroki wore a concerned one. Bakugo felt his palms begin to heat up.
"Go on, tell them how long I last when we spar! Matter of fact, tell them just how hard I can get when using unbreakable!" Kirishima was looking at Bakugo with a determined smile. Like the blonde was guaranteed to buy him the winning lottery ticket. Bakugo felt his blush move down his shoulders.
"Um, yeah, uh, Kirishima can last quite a few rounds when sparing... And um, when he goes unbreakable he's like... like a solid wall. Immovable object as some would call it." Kirishima let a wide and cocky smile fill his face. He let go of Bakugo's shoulders and turned back to the othe two on the couch. As Bakugo slowly turned back to his notes he heard Hanta groan and Kirishima cackle in victory. Although, he could feel Todoroki's eyes on his back.
Bakugo tried to ignore it by focusing on his notes again. However that didn't last long when he felt another gaze on him. Slowly and reluctantly, Bakugo looked up. Midoriya stared back at him, hand under his chin and a knowing smirk on his face. Bakugo did his best to glare, but he doubted it's intensity due to his face being a tomato at the current moment. Midoriya squinted before wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Bakugo immediately shot up and practically ran to his dorm. Not bothering with taking his notes. He could come back for them later or Kirishima would bring them up later. Behind him he heard Midoriya laugh loudly.
Fucking hell.
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At this point Bakugo was stuck between thinking Kirishima was too stupid to understand what he was doing, and believing that the red head knew exactly what he was doing. Because how could he not?! At this point Bakugo didn't know anymore. Because on one hand he didn't want to think that the red head was that stupid or even that dense. But he also couldn't wrap his brain around the idea of Kirishima hinting to him that he wanted to fuck Bakugo. That idea alone was so outlandish that Bakugo didn't know what to do with it.
So now Bakugo was here. Glaring at the ground while Midoriya hounded him. Now Bakugo knew that Midoriya only wanted to help, after all practically everyone had noticed how snappy the blonde was recently. They all could see that he was dealing with something but didn't know what. And Bakugo knew that they only wanted to help. But fuck, how do you tell the people worried about you that you're just pent up and sexually frustrated because the man of your desires keeps insinuating every dirty fantasy you've ever had?
Bakugo knew that talking about it would help. But he also knew that in order to talk about it he'd have to tell someone about his feelings. And that would mean that something would change. They would see him differently, they would make jokes and push Bakugo towards Kirishima every chance they got. And Bakugo didn't think he was ready for that.
Maybe he could talk around the problem?
"Kacchan, listen, I know that you're a private person but something is clearly wrong and as your friend-"
"I need to punch something." Midoriya paused, a confused look on his face.
"Um, you punch things everyday? Just this morning you punched the toaster cause it broke and wouldn't give you your toast-"
"No! I mean like," Bakugo let out a heavy sigh. "I need to be able to hit something and leave a mark. I can't do that in training, they always heal us after so nothing stays. And I can't hit inanimate objects because then it's property damage." Bakugo took a deep breath.
"I just need, to use someone for, I don't know, 30 minutes to an hour? I just need them to lay there while I just let loose and afterwards let me just look at everything I left behind-"
"You can use me."
Bakugo felt his cheeks burn at the voice that came from behind him. In front of him Midoriya had a hand over his mouth, his eyes locked onto something behind him. Bakugo closed his eyes and silently prayed that he'd heard wrong. Slowly, oh so slowly, Bakugo turned around.
Clearly whatever God was listening to him enjoyed his suffering.
Because standing behind him was none other than motherfucking Kirishima Eijirou. Bakugo felt the last of his restraint snap.
"Do you know how I would be using you shitty hair?" Bakugo heard Midoriya take in a breath behind him. His quickly raised a finger to shut him up. Midoriya quickly shut his mouth. Kirishima tilted his head and rubbed the back of his neck.
"I uh, I only heard the end of your conversation, so I actually have no idea-"
"Well that solves that." Bakugo quickly turned to face Midoriya. "Tell everyone not to bother me for the rest of the day. I just figured out a solution to my issue." Midoriya made a move to ask what but Bakugo didn't stay to listen. Instead the blonde grabbed Kirishima by the arm and tugged the red head up the stairs towards his dorm.
Once the door to his dorm was closed and locked behind them, Bakugo pushed Kirishima to sit on his bed. The blonde stood in front of him with his arms crossed.
"You told soy sauce that you could last multiple rounds, that true?" Kirishima looked taken a back.
"Um, yeah I mean you said it yourself-"
"I also recall you telling me that you're great with your hands?" Kirishima gave him a confused look, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. Bakugo took a step closer.
"Yeah! I've been told that-"
"You even told Half and Half that only you could handle me when I got too excited." Kirishima sputtered a bit as Bakugo leaned down slightly.
"I-well, yeah, cause ya know my quirk can hold off your explosions-" Kirishima jumped as Bakugo sat down on his lap. His eyes went wide as Bakugo moved to straddle him. The blonde leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"And what did you tell our friends? Oh right, that I could ride you. Cause you know that I like to be on top, right?" Kirishima open and closed his mouth like a fish. A small, desperate sound leaving his throat.
"That- that's out of context-" Kirishima let out a sharp gasp, his hands coming up to grab Bakugo's hips as the blonde rolled his hips gently. Bakugo leaned back and wrapped his arms around Kirishima's neck loosely.
"And then today, you said in front of Deku, that I could use you." Kirishima stares into Bakugo's eyes. Lust and confusion mixing into red as Kirishima held Bakugo's hips tightly. Bakugo tilted his head and did his best to look innocent.
"Now, don't tell me that you meant something else when you said all that? Cause if you did," Bakugo moved a hand to run down Kirishima's chest slowly. He allowed his eyes to follow the movement, reveling in the shaky intak of breath from Kirishima. The blonde only stopped his hand at the hem of the red heads sweats. "I might have to fine someone else to use." the blonde didn't miss the slight jump of Kirishima's dick below his ass. Bakugo looked back up at Kirishima. The red head had a dark blush spread across his cheeks. "Well? What did you mean, Eijirou?"
Kirishima sucked in a breath before surging forward and slamming his lips against Bakugo's. The blondes eyes widened I'm surprise but he kissed back just as quickly. Moving to wrap both arms around Kirishima's neck again. Pulling the red head close as the kiss deepened. Kirishima ran his hands up from Bakugo's hips to his waist. Holding tightly before pulling the blonde forward until their chests were pressed together. Bakugo gently pushed the red head away. Kirishima whined but pulled back, Bakugo stared back at him before swallowing.
"Listen, I want this so much. But, I am not going back to being just friends if we do this. I also refuse to be fuck buddies after. If we do this, if we cross that line, you have to promise me that afterwards, I'm yours. That we'll be together. No more innuendos, no more questions. Just, us, together. Am I clear?" Kirishima moves to hug Bakugo's waist. A bright smile coming across his face.
"I thought you'd never ask. I'll do you one better, before we do anything," Kirishima's eyes twinkled as the stared into Bakugo's.
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
Rather than embarrass himself by blurting out an immediate answer, Bakugo surged forward and kissed Kirishima again. The red head smiled into the kiss and ran a hand down to Bakugo's hip. Slowly coaxing the blonde to roll his hips. Bakugo hummed into the kiss and complied. Slowly rolling his hips against Kirishima, running a hand up and gripping onto red locks as he pressed his hips down harder. Kirishima groaned into the kiss and pushed Bakugo's hips into an even rhythm.
Bakugo pulled back from the kiss with a gasp. Kirishima tried to chase the blonde but Bakugo quickly leaned to the side and pulled lube out of his bedside drawer. The blonde placed the lube next to Kirishima before standing. Kirishima reached towards him with a soft groan. But his displeasure was quickly replaced by lust. Bakugo stood in front of him, making quick work to remove his shirt. Kirishima quickly copied the blondes movements. Then before Bakugo could pull his sweats down Kirishima reached forward. He grabbed the blondes waist and pulled him closer. Bakugo let out a sound of protest but Kirishima quickly dug his fingers into the waist band of his sweats.
After Kirishima looked up and got a quick nod of consent, he pushed the blondes sweats along with his boxers down. Kirishima can't help but stare at Bakugo's hard length. It was decently sized, the tip a soft pink. It was curved upward and Kirishima didn't think he'd ever seen anything so cute and hot at the same time. Bakugo broke him out of his trance by moving to straddle the red head again. Kirishima gripped at the blondes waist as Bakugo moved to grab the lube. Kirishima looked at him curiously when the lube was put into his hands.
"Go on, show me how good you are with your hands." Kirishima felt his dick jump at the invitation. The red head made quick work to lube up his fingers before reaching behind the blonde. As Kirishima circled Bakugo's hole he kissed the blonde. It was deep and slow, just something to keep Bakugo grounded. After a moment, Kirishima pushed in his finger gently. Bakugo tensed slightly, but after a moment relaxed again. Kirishima took his time getting Bakugo used to the feeling of his fingers. Kirishima pushed in a second after he believed the blonde was used to the first. Bakugo gasped at the stretch but didn't pull away. Rather he gently rocked against Kirishima's fingers until he felt the slightly burn subside.
As Kirishima pushed in a third, Bakugo dropped his head to the red heads shoulder. Letting out soft pants as Kirishima kissed his jaw and neck softly. After Bakugo was used to the three fingers stretching him softly, Kirishima began to pump them a bit more harshly. Bakugo whined as the red head sped up his pace and pumped his fingers in and out of Bakugo in rhythm to his hips. Bakugo let out a loud moan as Kirishima's fingers brushed against his prostate. Kirishima smirked and rammed into the spot over and over. Bakugo held onto Kirishima's shoulders as his thighs shook. Waves of pleasure running up his spine as moans and whimpers left his lips. At some point Bakugo began to push back against Kirishima's fingers. Effectively riding the red heads hand. Kirishima groaned at the sight.
Suddenly Bakugo pulled off of Kirishima's fingers with a sharp whine. Kirishima grabbed the blondes hips to try a coax him back down but Bakugo just shook his head as he panted.
"No-no I wanna- I wanna cum on your dick." Kirishima's eyes rolled as his head fell back with a groan. Bakugo made quick work to pull Kirishima's dick out of his sweats and boxers. Once free, Bakugo felt his mouth fill with drool. The blonde had seen it in passing sure, but seeing it soft versus hard were two very different things. Kirishima's dick was impressive soft yeah, just like him it was large a thick. But hard? It looked almost like a challenge now. Tip angry and red, drops of pre falling freely down the shaft. It had a slight curve, showing off the vein that ran along the bottom. Bakugo had to hold back the urge to lick across it.
'Next time, definitely.'
Bakugo took Kirishima into his hand, the red head moaned at the feeling. Bakugo noted how the red head twitched in his grasp. The shaft was hot and heavy. Pre continued to spill from the tip as Bakugo's hand sped up. Kirishima was watching the blonde pump him at a moderate pace. Bakugo's hand was sweaty but warm, and oh so soft. Too soon the blonde was removing his hand, causing Kirishima to whine. Bakugo ignored him and grabbed the lube, he quickly poured a bit into his palm before grabbing Kirishima's dick again. The red head flushed.
"Wait! Bakugo!"
"Katsuki." Kirishima flushed impossibly more.
"Katsuki, what about a condom?" Kirishima was panting as he asked. Doing his best to hold back from thrusting into Bakugo's hand. The blonde raised an eyebrow at him.
"You been with anyone else?" Kirishima shook his head with a whine. "Then we're fine. I haven't been with anyone either." as the words left Bakugo's mouth he was removing his hand and positioning himself above Kirishima. The red head panicked slightly, rushing to grab Bakugo's waist as he placed a hand on Kirishima's shoulder.
"Wait- I'm your first?! Don't you want to, I don't know start with something easier-" Kirishima let out a loud moan as a tight warmth swallowed his dick. Bakugo whined softly but continued to lower himself. Bakugo felt stretched to his fullest. He could feel Kirishima everywhere. He could feel every twitch, every pulse of his heart. It was intoxicating. Bakugo couldn't hold back a loud moan as he continued to lower himself.
Kirishima felt his grip tighten on the blonde as he was finally fully seated in his lap. Bakugo was panting with his head thrown back. Kirishima took the opportunity to lean forward and leave marks up and down his neck. Bakugo wrapped his arms around the red heads shoulders as he rolled his hips slightly. The blonde could feel how much Kirishima was holding back. And the thought made his heart soar.
After a moment, Bakugo finally lifted himself up. Kirishima held him steady by the waist and helped to gently pull him down again. Bakugo's rhythm started slow. Short shallow bounces as he used to the feeling of Kirishima inside of him. Kirishima let out soft grunts and low pants as he helped the blonde without slamming him down. Then, like a switch was flipped, Bakugo lifted up and slammed down quickly. Kirishima's head flew back, a loud groan leaving his mouth. Bakugo moaned out and tightened his hold on Kirishima as he repeated the action. Soon enough, Bakugo had his head buried in the red heads neck, loud moans and whines leaving his mouth. Kirishima had a hand on his ass and a hand on his hip, guiding his hips with each bounce.
Bakugo didn't miss the way Kirishima's dick jumped everytime the blonde was too impatient to keep rhythm. He didn't miss the way Kirishima's hands seemed to tighten when Bakugo would tell him what to do with his mouth while he bounced. An most of all, Bakugo didn't miss the way Kirishima's eyes seemed to be filled with stars anytime Bakugo sped up or rammed himself down on the red head like he was a toy. The blonde would bet his entire All Might merch collection that if he asked, Kirishima would let him use his dick like a toy. That he wouldn't touch the blonde without permission. He'd probably beg Bakugo to keep going, to use him. And he'd probably cum so fucking hard.
The blonde moaned loudly at the idea and sped up. He felt Kirishima's hands shake as the red head buried his head in his hair. Bakugo kept searching for that one spot inside of him. When he couldn't find it he whined and pulled back from Kirishima's neck. The blonde pulled the other into a messy kiss as his bounces became desperate and messy. Kirishima gladly kissed back, nails digging into pale skin as a range of groans and moans left his mouth. As as Bakugo continued to come up empty he decided that for this first time he'd let Kirishima take control. He was just to sexually frustrated to do all the work right now. Bakugo pulled back, their lips still touching slightly.
"Eijirou, fuck me, please."
Kirishima practically growled into Bakugo's mouth before throwing the blonde onto the bed. Bakugo whined at the loss of contact but soon enough Kirishima was hovering over him. The red head quickly lined up and slammed back in. Holding Bakugo's thighs open. Bakugo noted that at some point Kirishima had fully taken off his sweats and boxers. But his thoughts were quickly floaded with that familiar pleasure from before as Kirishima slammed directly into his prostate. Bakugo's eyes rolled as his hands scratched down Kirishima's abs.
"There! Fuck- Eijirou! Right there! Yes-" Bakugo couldn't hold back his moans. Loud moans left his mouth with every sharp thrust from the red head above him. Kirishima was much the same, eyes struggling between staring at Bakugo's face and where they were connected. Loud groans and moans leaving his mouth with each thrust. When Kirishima felt the sudden heat coming off of Bakugo's palms he hardened his stomach slightly to protect himself. Bakugo seemed too far gone to even realize he was doing it.
'Knew I'd be a good match for him in bed.'
After a moment, Kirishima felt Bakugo tighten around him. The red head looked up to see Bakugo's face twisted in pleasure. His eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream as cum shot across his stomach. A full body shudder running over Bakugo as a broken cry left his lips. Kirishima whined and sped up, below him, Bakugo whimpered but didn't move to stop him. Kirishima's thrust became frantic before he slammed into the blonde for the final time. His hips shaking as Bakugo's name fell from his mouth in a low moan.
Bakugo whined as he felt Kirishima's cum fload into him. After a moment Kirishima pulled out gently. The red head, despite standing on shaky legs, walked to the adjacent bathroom and came back with a wet washcloth. After cleaning Bakugo and himself the best he could, the red head laid down next to the blonde. Pulling him into his chest as the two laid there catching their breaths. Kirishima could feel himself begin to drift off before Bakugo spoke.
"Did you say those things to get under my skin or did you genuinely not realize that they had a double meaning?" Kirishima sighed before looking down at the blonde. Bakugo was already looking at him, a questioning look in his eyes. Kirishima smirked slightly.
"The first time was a genuine accident. The second time I was just trying to tease you. Thought you would blow me up for even mentioning your bedroom habits." Kirishima let out a light chuckle before continuing. "The third time was on purpose, wanted to see if I could push it. The forth time was another accident. I didn't realize how it sounded until I looked at your face. Then I kinda just ran with it, cause you're really cute when you're flustered." Bakugo glared up at the red head before he continued.
"Then this final time, well, I genuinely didn't hear what you were talking about. And out of a horny desperation I kinda just blurted out what came to my head. Really thought you were gonna kill me when you dragged me up here." Bakugo smirked slightly.
"And instead of killing you, I fucked you. Feel special red." Kirishima beamed before hugging Bakugo tighter.
"Oh, I do, don't you worry."
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The next day, Bakugo found himself finally having a chance to get back at his now boyfriend.
"Kacchan! I have this new move that I wanted to try on you!" Midoriya ran up to Bakugo as they were in a free train. Bakugo had been talking to Kirishima when Midoriya had called out. After registering his words Bakugo got an idea. The blonde placed his hand on his hips and faced the green haired male. A wide smirk coming across his face.
"Actually Deku, I think you should try that new move on shitty hair." at his confused look Bakugo continued. Smirk widening as he spoke. "You see, last night I learned that Kirishima gets harder when used. So I think you'd get more out of training with him." Bakugo then walked off toward Todoroki.
"KATSUKI!" Bakugo ignored his boyfriend and practically skipped over to the duel haired hero. Behind him, Midoriya was holding his waist as he laughed loudly. Kirishima's face began to match his hair as the red head gaped after his boyfriend. And Bakugo knew that later the red head would get back at him but for now?
So fucking worth it.