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Everything He Needs

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"They had had a somewhat active sex life for the past few months; a handful of their nights after their one-year anniversary were spent in Kirishima’s room, the milky moonlight dripping over their connected bodies as they slowly moved in synch, sticky breath heating up already warm bodies. It was never more than sweaty, handsy grinding, so Kirishima was hoping that maybe tonight they’d take it another step further."

Or, Kirishima & Bakugo have their first time.

Notes:

Hi friends! So happy to be posting again :)

I really wish I could've done all the prompts for Bottom Kiri Week, but I just don't have the time since midterms are coming up :'(

Still really happy to post this, though, and I really hope you guys enjoy!!!<3

(Title is taken from the song "Everything He Needs" by Carly Rae Jepsen)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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“Hey babe,” Kirishima said, looking up from the textbook and notes strewn across his bed. “I’m bored.”

Bakugo sighed. “So?” He leaned back against his hands, side eying Kirishima. “You’ve got shit due tomorrow, deal with being bored.”

“But Katsuki,” Kirishima whined. “We’ve been working for, like, two hours!” He bat his eyelashes. “Can’t we take a small break?”

“The puppy dog eyes aren’t gonna fucking work on me, Shitty Hair.”

Kirishima kept staring, jutting hit bottom lip out a little. He was cute, Bakugo had to admit, but he was always cute, so it wasn’t exceptionally hard to hold back.

Bakugo sighed. “I’ll tell you what; get your math done and we can do something fun after.”

Kirishima perked up. “’Something fun’ you say.” He giggled, wiggling his eyebrows. “Whatever do you mean by that, babe?”

Bakugo rolled his eyes.

They were still somewhat new to the sexual side of their relationship, but Kirishima found himself craving his boyfriend’s touch constantly. It made him nervous, of course, since everything was so foreign, but that was also part of the thrill.

Yes, ‘something fun,’” Bakugo said in a tone of voice that indicated he knew exactly what Kirishima was getting at (because of course he did). “Now if you wanna do that, then get your fucking homework done."

“Yes, sir!”

Kirishima worked as diligently as he could, but it was a bit difficult with such an enticing reward waiting for him. He somehow managed to focus for the better part of the next hour, but not without glancing at Bakugo like a kicked puppy every few minutes or brushing his fingers along Bakugo’s arm to get his attention, any attention because fuck he just wanted his boyfriend to look at him sometimes.

(He also found himself subtly grinding down against his heal after shifting into a new position, anticipating whatever “fun” Bakugo had in mind).

It took a considerable amount of self-control, but he managed to get through his worksheet with only a few incorrect answers (Bakugo had to check, of course; he wasn’t going to let his lover fail just because they were horny).

“FINALLY, I’m done!” Kirishima said, stretching his stiff neck. He glanced over to Bakugo, who was scrolling absently through a news article on his phone. He took a moment to just stare, memorize the slope of Bakugo’s nose and curve of his lips, the way blond eyelashes framed carmine eyes, the angle of high cheekbones.

Bakugo finally looked over, and Kirishima grinned.

“So,” he drawled. “Are we gonna have sex already?”

Bakugo groaned. “Fuck, you have no tact sometimes.”

“Hey, do you wanna do it or not?”

Bakugo grinned. “Of course I do, fucker.” He tackled him down to the bed, shoving the study materials onto the floor. They’d clean them up later, there were more important matters at hand.

Kirishima giggled, dragging Bakugo down into a kiss.

They had had a somewhat active sex life for the past few months; a handful of their nights after their one-year anniversary were spent in Kirishima’s room, the milky moonlight dripping over their connected bodies as they slowly moved in synch, sticky breath heating up already warm bodies. It was never more than sweaty, handsy grinding, so Kirishima was hoping that maybe tonight they’d take it another step further.

The problem, though, was that Kirishima had never been fully naked in front of Bakugo before; the most he’d stripped was down to his underwear, and he was a little nervous to be so exposed.

It was now or never, though.

And what Kirishima didn’t know was that Bakugo had done extensive research on how to make your vagina-owning partner feel good (which, honestly, was unsurprising; Bakugo was a diligent man, after all).

Bakugo got up off Kirishima, pulling apart from their brief kiss. He shifted up on the bed so his back rested against the headboard and dragged Kirishima with him. They settled with Kirishima on top, straddling Bakugo’s hips while Bakugo’s hands found purchase on his thighs. Bakugo usually liked to be the one on top, looming above Kirishima or pinning him down roughly, but this position would allow him to focus all his attention on his lover’s body with ease.

He kissed and nipped at Kirishima’s neck, hands squeezing at supple, muscular thighs.

Kirishima shifted in his grasp, reveling in the natural heat of Bakugo’s large palms. His hands laced through blond hair and tugged, pulling Bakugo’s face up to kiss him again. He loved the way Bakugo kissed him; it was almost overwhelming, how far he got sucked into the moment. Bakugo kissed him with such an intensity Kirishima was always left in a daze even after just a minute of locking lips.

Today was no exception, of course, as Bakugo was already licking and sucking into his mouth like it was his only duty in life. He let his eyes fall shut, allowing himself to simply feel his boyfriend’s lips kneading against his and his tongue exploring his mouth.

Kirishima mewled, breaking away for air after a few sticky, drool-slick moments. Bakugo smirked as he rubbed his hands up and down Kirishima’s thighs.

Kirishima swallowed, leaning in so his lips brushed the outer shell of Bakugo’s ear. “You always make me feel so weak,” he muttered. He gently sucked his lover’s earlobe, eliciting a gasp.

“Good. Be fucking weak for me,” Bakugo said. He loved reducing Kirishima, Red Riot, the sturdy, unbreakable hero, into a puddle, making him putty in his grasp.

Kirishima whined again. His hands were still threaded into Bakugo’s hair, and he pulled a little.

Bakugo growled. “Fuck, so cute, whining for me like that.” He could get drunk on the power he had over Kirishima. Easily. He captured Kirishima’s lips again, devouring him and sucking down all the breathy noises he produced.

Kissing him was satisfying, pleasurable. It filled Bakugo with warmth knowing Kirishima desired him as much as he did, made him happy knowing he was wanted, loved. But he could never find the words to express that adequately, so he poured out all his love for Kirishima through kisses and caresses. 

Kirishima understood, of course, because he could read Bakugo better than anyone else.

Bakugo loved, though, being the only one Kirishima wanted in this way, the only person he trusted enough to be so intimate with. Because when it came to Kirishima, well… he was such a loving, caring guy. It could be hard to distinguish yourself from the rest of his many friends.

That’s why Bakugo loved these intimate moments, the moments where Kirishima proved just how special his boyfriend was to him.

“Katsuki,” he moaned, breath fanning across Bakugo’s kiss-swollen lips.

Bakugo repressed a lewd noise of his own, shuddering and gripping Kirishima’s hips just a little tighter. “Yeah?”

Kirishima steadied his breathing. He slid his hands from Bakugo’s hair to his shoulders. He opened his mouth to speak again, but quickly snapped it shut after his eyes glanced down between them. He gulped, eyes wide.

Bakugo raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Kirishima didn’t meet his gaze. “Um sorry, I just… I was gonna say something else, but… you’re uh… really hard already.” He couldn’t tear his eyes from the large tent in Bakugo’s sweatpants. Sure, his boyfriend had been hard in front of him (because of him) before, plenty of times, but he’d never gotten such a good look before, nor had he ever noticed him get hard so quickly.

Bakugo let that statement sit in the air for a moment, festering between them and making Kirishima regret uttering anything.

Of course he was hard, what the fuck?! Why wouldn’t he be?

“Uh, yeah? What the fuck?”

Kirishima’s cheeks burned. “Sorry! That was awkward, I just… I don’t know, sorry I’m just embarrassed, I guess?”

Bakugo sighed. “How could I not get hard in this situation?!” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “What, are you not excited, too?”

Kirishima startled. “Wha- Of course I’m excited! You’ve just never gotten hard this quickly, is all…”

Bakugo sighed, dramatic but not exasperated. He pressed their foreheads together. “You’re just turning me on that much,” he whispered.

Kirishima bit his lip. “But… I haven’t done anything.”

“Don’t have to.” Bakugo trailed his lips along Kirishima’s jaw. “Just having you in my lap like this is getting me going.”

“Sometimes you say the most embarrassing things… And you tell me I’m the one with no tact.” Kirishima snorted, resting his forehead on Bakugo’s shoulder.

Bakugo chuckled. “Yeah, whatever...” He ran a hand up and down Kirishima’s back, letting the silence stretch between them for a minute while they sat in each other’s arms. He took a deep breath after a moment. “Hey… Can I ask something?”

Kirishima hummed in acknowledgement.

“Is there a reason you always wanna keep your underwear on?”

He could feel Kirishima stiffen. It took him a moment to respond, but when he did, his voice was uncharacteristically quiet. “Yeah… I guess I’m still a bit insecure about the way I look. You know, dysphoria and all…” Bakugo opened his mouth to respond, but Kirishima kept talking. “But honestly, it’s not as bad as it used to be. Like, I really, really wanna go all the way with you. I’m definitely ready.” His voice died down to barely above a whisper at the end, but his words didn’t lose their conviction.

“You sure? Don’t force yourself, idiot. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

“I’m not forcing myself at all. I want to, really.” He hummed, sitting up and looking Bakugo in the eye. “I mean… I’m a bit nervous, yeah, but it’s you, so it’s okay, I think.”

Bakugo kissed his forehead, the slightest hint of creases forming at his eyes. “Well, tell me when you’re uncomfortable, and we’ll stop.”

“The same goes for you, you know.”

“Believe me, there’s not much you could do that would make me uncomfortable.” Bakugo smirked.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What if I were to have like, a piss kink or something?”

Bakugo shrugged. “Is that really the worst thing you could think of?”

“What, are you into that?”

“Fuck off, Shitty Hair, I’m into you.” He shoved Kirishima down onto his back.

Kirishima giggled, licking his lips. “That’s hot.”

“I know I am.”

“Shut up, man.” Kirishima laughed, and Bakugo kissed his open mouth.

“You love it, though.”

“Less talking, more kissing.”

Bakugo obliged, holding Kirishima’s face steady and kissing the life out of him.

He traced his tongue over sharp teeth, sucked and nipped at his bottom lip, absorbed every moan and whine eagerly.

When he pulled away, Kirishima’s pupils were dilated, and he was gasping for breath. Bakugo wiped his mouth. “That good enough for ya?”

Kirishima pulled him back down, wrapping his legs around Bakugo’s waist. “I want more, Katsuki,” he said. “And not just kissing.”

“Fuck, so needy,” Bakugo muttered. He pressed his hips down slowly, shivering when his hard cock came into contact with Kirishima. He couldn’t resist seeking more of that sweet, sinful friction, thrusting into Kirishima’s hips and groaning.

Sex usually went just like this for them; they would kiss for a while, which always lead to Bakugo rutting against Kirishima, ending in both of them cumming in their pants with aborted moans and half-hearted warnings. It was messy and hot, but it was so satisfying bringing such simple pleasure to each other.

Kirishima jut his hips up to meet Bakugo’s. He loved the way he could feel how hard Bakugo was through his sweatpants (hard for him), grinding against him in just the right way to have him squirming within minutes.

But he wanted more, wanted to feel Bakugo’s skin against his, wanted their sweat to mix and mingle, wanted to feel the hot twitching of Bakugo’s cock right up against his cunt.

He reached up, wrapping his arms around Bakugo’s neck and pressing their foreheads together. “Katsuki, can we please do more?” He spoke right up against his boyfriend’s mouth before going in for another sloppy kiss.

“Fuck,” Bakugo muttered. “More? You want that, baby?” He ground his hips down in tight circles, making Kirishima’s hips track and follow their movement involuntarily.

“Yes, I want you so bad.”

Bakugo grinned, ferocious and crazed, licking his lips. “Well, I’ll give you everything you ask for and more.”

Kirishima believed him, of course. Bakugo always put full effort into everything. “Then get your clothes off. Now.”

Bakugo raised an eyebrow. “Oh, getting demanding, are we?” He chuckled as he sat up, pulling his shirt off in one smooth motion. “Since when were you one to boss me around?”

Kirishima giggled. “I can’t help it.” He traced his fingers over Bakugo’s abs, sending shivers across the blonde’s skin. “Just want you so bad.”

“Fuck, want you, too. Wanna make you feel good.” Bakugo leaned down on his hands, looming over Kirishima to press a kiss to his forehead. “Can I take yours off?” He tugged at the hem of Kirishima’s t-shirt, who nodded and sat up.

Bakugo stripped him slowly, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin. His lips brushed over scars from battle, all proof of Kirishima’s strength and growth. He kissed across the expanse of his chest, kneading his pecs a little for good measure, making Kirishima squirm. Letting his instincts guide him, his lips trailed down, tracing over his well-built torso. He massaged Kirishima’s hips slowly in order to ease the tension coiling in his muscles.

Once Bakugo’s lips reached Kirishima’s navel, he paused, sucking at the sensitive skin just above the hem of his sweatpants and glancing up.

Kirishima’s brows were furrowed, and he was chewing his lip. Bakugo couldn’t quite read the look in his eyes, so he pulled away an inch or two and spoke. “You okay?”

His teeth immediately left his lip, brows relaxing. “Yeah! Perfectly okay,” he said, to which Bakugo scowled.

“The fuck are you so tense for, then?” He sat up, thumbs still rubbing circles around Kirishima’s hipbones. “You look uncomfortable.”

“I’m not, I promise!” Kirishima grinned, a quiet laugh escaping his mouth. “I just got kinda… excited seeing you between my legs like that.” He looked away, cheeks filling with ruddy color.

Bakugo smirked, leaning back down and tracing along Kirishima’s waistband with his tongue. “What’s so exciting about it, huh?” he said against damp skin. “Expecting something?”

Kirishima shivered, nodding. “I was hoping you’d maybe… um, use your mouth?” His hips twitched a little, jutting up into Bakugo’s face, as if emphasizing his desire.

Bakugo’s pants were suddenly far too tight. He resisted the urge to hump the mattress below him, focusing his attention, instead, on the gorgeous man laid in front of him for the taking.

“Fuck, you want me to… shit… eat you out?” he asked. He swore he could feel his nerves setting ablaze under his skin, burning just under the surface and making him sweaty.

“Yeah… Yeah, that sounds nice. Really nice.”

Bakugo nodded. He couldn’t keep looking at Kirishima’s face; he might just cum on the spot. So, he looked back down, fingers hooking under soft fabric and tugging a little. He pulled Kirishima’s sweats down his hips and slid them down solid, muscular legs before throwing them in the growing pile of clothing on the floor.

He took a moment to admire Kirishima’s mostly naked form, soaking in the view of his boyfriend’s toned body. He slid his hands up strong thighs, squeezing a little at the meat of them. Kirishima’s skin was dry, especially compared to his, the difference in their quirks being made particularly evident; hardening all the time made Kirishima’s skin crack, while Bakugo produced more sweat than average, so his skin was more naturally moisturized.

He made a mental note to give Kirishima a lotion massage later.

Kirishima began to fidget after a moment, shuffling his hips down the bed closer to his boyfriend. He wanted Bakugo’s mouth on him immediately.

Bakugo snickered. “Okay, okay Shitty Hair, I get it.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Fucking needy bastard.”

Kirishima grumbled a little, but he had no time to retort, as Bakugo’s head was back between his legs. He gasped as hot, moist breath spread over his cunt.

Bakugo mouthed Kirishima through his underwear, tongue tracing along the expanse of his pussy, slow and meticulous. His saliva soaked the thin fabric, making it cling to Kirishima’s skin.

This was the most intimate they’d ever been, and God Kirishima couldn’t get enough of it. The way Bakugo was mouthing him so eagerly, not an ounce of hesitation in his movements, gave him butterflies in his belly.

He couldn’t help the whine that bubbled up from his throat, raw and full of want.

Bakugo’s mouth stopped (much to Kirishima’s displeasure) and his eyes darted up. They just stared at each other for a moment before Bakugo growled. “Shit, keep making those sounds and I’ll cum in my pants right now.”

Kirishima’s breath caught in his throat, and he swallowed hard.

“My God, if you sound like that when I just do it through your clothes, I can’t even fucking imagine…” Bakugo trailed off, and Kirishima noted how his hips were rolling against the bed, presumably creating a wet patch on the front of his pants. He had a fleeting thought that he wished Bakugo was grinding against him like that, but the idea was promptly snuffed out as the man in question’s lips found his pussy again.

Kirishima keened. Bakugo was ferocious, now, like he was trying to literally eat Kirishima.

And well, Kirishima couldn’t exactly complain.

It was hot and sticky, and definitely not the romantic image of their first time Kirishima had fantasized about.

It was just as good, though, if not better; Bakugo was so clear in his intentions to absolutely ravish Kirishima that he couldn’t help the anxious twinge in his stomach at the thought of going even further.

Bakugo laid his tongue flat against damp fabric, all but moaning against it as Kirishima’s hips twitched. “Hey,” he said, breathless. “Can I take these off now?”

Kirishima faltered for a moment, mind slowly processing the meaning of Bakugo’s question. He spluttered before coming to the conclusion that, yes, he did really want that mouth against his bare pussy.

“Yeah,” he said, equally as winded as Bakugo, who sat up to get a better angle.

His fingers traced along the hem of Kirishima’s boxers, making the skin there tingle and twitch under his quivering touch. Those smooth, warm fingers finally dipped under the elastic, cupping Kirishima’s hips on each side. He gave one final affirming look to Kirishima, who nodded, before inching his underwear down his hips.

Kirishima tensed under the touch, adrenaline and liquid desire coursing through his bloodstream. His body thrummed, nerve endings feeling all the more sensitive as Bakugo’s fingers brushed down his thighs, as the fabric tugged down, down past his hips, exposing him and making him want to curl up and hide.

Bakugo knew what to expect. He really did. He just had his mouth on it for fuck’s sake. Yet somehow, he was taken aback by the sight of what was between Kirishima’s legs. Maybe it was because he’d never actually seen a vulva before (he’d never watched porn, and his only sexual experience was with Kirishima), maybe it was that he was still subconsciously anticipating there to be a penis, for whatever reason. Either way, he couldn’t take his eyes off it. His mouth hung open a fraction, and he swore he might start drooling if he wasn’t careful.

Kirishima fidgeted under his unwavering gaze, awkwardly kicking his underwear from his feet. “Uh, Katsuki?” He shifted, moving to cover himself with his hand, but Bakugo grabbed his wrist.

“No, I wanna see,” Bakugo said.

“Um… Is there something wrong with it?”

Bakugo startled. “What? No, oh my God! It’s… I like it.” Heat filled his cheeks.

Kirishima gave an awkward laugh. “Could I see you, too?”

Bakugo nodded. “Shit, yeah. Got distracted.” It took all his willpower to rip his eyes away from the beautiful sight that was his boyfriend’s pussy.

He stood up, quickly shucking off his pants and underwear in one go, his hard cock jumping out from its confines.

Now it was Kirishima’s turn to gawk.

Bakugo was big.

Like yeah, Kirishima knew that, what from all the grinding they did, and the tent in his sweatpants didn’t hide much, but holy shit.

Could he really take that? His boyfriend was packing at least eight inches, maybe more.

Bakugo climbed back onto the bed, stroking himself mindlessly. He bit his lip and groaned, eyes traveling back to the absolute masterpiece between Kirishima’s legs.

Kirishima was in no better state, just barely resisting dragging his fingers over his clit as he watched Bakugo’s hand rub up and down that long shaft.

He bit back a whine, jerking his hips a little to get Bakugo’s attention.

“Fuck,” Bakugo said under his breath.

Kirishima reached out, threading his fingers through ash blond hair and tugging a little. “Please keep using your mouth." He pulled his head back between his legs, and Bakugo grinned.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He wet his lips before plunging back in. He licked a stripe up the expanse of Kirishima’s folds, eliciting a strong shiver. He wasted no time, tongue laving over puffy, slick skin. He avoided Kirishima’s clit for the time being, focusing on getting a taste for him.

He traced two fingers along Kirishima’s lips, not pushing inside his hole but ghosting by it with every stroke.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” Bakugo muttered, fingers dipping to his entrance and scooping up some slick. He held the digits in front of his face, seemingly inspecting the sticky substance on them, before going back to rubbing alongside his tongue.

Kirishima keened, head falling back on the pillow. Bakugo’s tongue was absolutely sinful, and his fingers were no less disappointing.

He needed more. Immediately.

“Katsuki,” he said between breathy whines. “Give me more.”

Bakugo grunted, not bothering to pull back and reply. Kirishima asked for more, he’d sure as hell give him more.

He pushed his tongue deeper, dipping into loose folds before licking back up. He finally, finally reached Kirishima’s clit, who moaned, high-pitched and hoarse, when that tongue flicked over it experimentally.

The stimulation was almost too much; Bakugo’s tongue was wet and hot and pliant, and his lips were soft on his skin. Kirishima felt like he was going to vibrate straight out of his body.

He really might not last.

Bakugo pressed a little harder, the tip of his tongue lapping at Kirishima’s clit.

“FUCK, oh my God, so good!” Kirishima moaned, hand coming to rest heavily on Bakugo’s head. “Please don’t stop, please, fuck.”

Bakugo hummed into damp skin, ministrations not faltering in the slightest. The wet warmth of his mouth was addictive. So addictive, in fact, that Kirishima found himself grinding against it, seeking out even more of that sweet stimulation.

Bakugo’s hands held his trembling thighs steady, spreading them and pinning them to the bed so he couldn’t move. “Stop fucking fidgeting, let me do my job,” he huffed, and Kirishima whined.

“It’s just… too good,” he said between heavy breaths.

Bakugo smirked. He kept his mouth working diligently while bringing his fingers back to Kirishima’s folds. He stroked slowly, aided by Kirishima’s own wetness and his saliva.

Kirishima’s thighs trembled with the effort of holding himself back from bucking up into his boyfriend’s mouth.

Bakugo slowed his mouth, giving a couple kitten licks before pulling off. He glanced up at Kirishima, who already lay limp and fucked out. “Is it okay if I use my fingers?”

Kirishima hummed, lolling his head in a nod. Bakugo could do anything to him at this point and he’d have no complaints.

Bakugo pressed a wet kiss to Kirishima’s cunt before sitting back. He dragged his fingers along slippery skin, studying his boyfriend’s face as he inched closer to his entrance. Experimentally, he pressed a single digit to his hole, pushing it in up to the first knuckle.

Kirishima’s eyes fluttered shut with a gasp.

Taking that as a positive reaction, Bakugo continued, sinking his finger in fully. He massaged around Kirishima’s walls with no clear purpose, then pulled his finger out slowly, just to pump it right back in.

Kirishima’s breath hitched. “Add another,” he instructed.

Obeying, Bakugo pulled his finger out, slipping two back inside this time. He thrust them slowly and shallowly, reveling in the wet heat of his lover’s insides.

His fingers squelched lewdly against Kirishima’s walls, making the redhead blush. He could barely process the fact that Bakugo’s fingers were inside him, let alone how nice it felt.

Whenever he fingered himself, it didn’t feel bad, per say, it just never felt amazing. This, though? This felt fucking phenomenal. Something about the girth of Bakugo’s fingers and the way they crooked right up against his g-spot had him absolutely weak.

“Fuck, Katsuki!” he whined, squirming a little.

“Yeah, baby? Feels good?” Bakugo licked a bead of sweat from Kirishima’s neck.

Kirishima nodded, but it was more of a rhetorical question than anything; Bakugo didn’t need confirmation that it felt good, what with the way Kirishima’s hips bucked into him and the needy, breathy moans he was emitting.

Bakugo sucked at Kirishima’s neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of his pussy, taking his time getting Kirishima more used to it. He brought his thumb up to his clit, then, rubbing gentle circles over it in time with the thrusting of his fingers.

Kirishima threw his head back with a loud moan. “I really won’t last if you keep going like that,” he said.

Bakugo snickered. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He pulled back after pressing a kiss to the redhead's pulse point. “Need you to stay nice and excited down here for the real deal.”

Kirishima shivered, unconsciously glancing down at Bakugo’s hard cock.

Bakugo pulled his fingers out, sliding the slick around that webbed between his fingers and examining it for a moment. He couldn’t help it when he stuck those fingers in his mouth, licking them clean and savoring Kirishima’s sweet taste. He moaned around the digits as he swirled his tongue around them.

Kirishima spluttered. “Katsuki!”

Bakugo scoffed, taking his fingers from his mouth. “What? Jealous? Want my tongue on you again, instead?”

Kirishima scowled, though it faded quickly when Bakugo pressed a kiss to his furrowed brow. He took a steadying breath. “Actually, um… Are we really going all the way?”

“We don’t have to.”

“No, I want to! I was just… Can we… do that? Like, now?”

Bakugo chuckled. “Such a way with words.”

“Hey, I don’t appreciate the sarcasm! I’m doing my best here.”

Bakugo merely shook his head, pressing Kirishima down against the bed and capturing his lips in a slow kiss.

He lowered his hips to Kirishima’s, cautious. His cock pressed up against Kirishima’s folds, making him groan. He rutted against the wet, slippery surface, grazing over his clit with each pass.

Kirishima’s legs squeezed around Bakugo’s hips as he met his thrusts. He held Bakugo in place, breaking away only for a moment to whimper a weak “please,” under his breath.

Bakugo felt himself get impossibly harder at that. “Don’t worry, Red, I’ll give it to you.”

Kirishima keened, wriggling under him. He had no real leverage, and the friction was just barely enough to feel good. He needed more, and he didn’t care what it was at that point.

Bakugo shushed him, stroking his hair. “I’ve got you, don’t worry.” He pulled back (albeit reluctantly, and with a bit of complaining from his boyfriend). “You have condoms?”

“Top drawer of the nightstand. Hurry.”

“I know, I know, just shut it already. So damn needy.” He rifled through the drawer, producing an extra-large condom (Kirishima picked the right size, thank God. They didn’t need any uncomfortable squeezing or latex tearing during their first time).

Bakugo ripped the package open with his teeth as if he was trying to show off. And putting on a show, he was. Kirishima had to bite his lip to hold back a moan, watching Bakugo’s long, dexterous fingers pinch the condom and slowly roll it down his length.

He groaned at the slight friction from his fingers. He needed to be inside Kirishima immediately. He was so horny it was hard to think straight, and Kirishima’s wet, enticing hole wasn’t helping his desperation.

He scooped up some slick from Kirishima’s folds and slathered it over his cock.

Kirishima whined from beneath him as he watched Bakugo lube himself up with his wetness. “Fuck, I need you, baby,” he said.

Bakugo pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, smirked, then kissed him once more as he lined up the head of his cock. He rubbed it over Kirishima’s slippery folds. “You ready?” he asked.

Kirishima nodded. “Please, please, please. Wanna feel you so bad.”

Bakugo smirked, dragging his cockhead over Kirishima’s cunt a few more times before letting it catch on his entrance. The head slipped in with ease, and they both cried out, voices melding into one and lingering in the hot air around them.

Even just the tip was much bigger than Bakugo’s fingers. Kirishima liked it, though, and nodded at the silent question in his boyfriend’s eyes to ‘keep going.’

Bakugo plunged deeper, unable to hold back his voice. Kirishima was wet and tight. He felt like he might burst right then, and he was only halfway inside.

He stopped for a moment, studying Kirishima. His eyes were scrunched shut, mouth open and emitting subdued, breathy moans. His fingers had a death grip on Bakugo’s shoulders, and his legs wrapped so tightly around his waist that he wouldn’t be able to pull out even if he wanted to.

“You doing okay?” he asked.

Kirishima whined, opening his eyes. “Yeah… yeah. It’s… odd.” He took a deep breath, his fingers not loosening their hold. "You’re really big.” He laughed dryly.

“It doesn’t hurt?”

“No, not really. Just kinda… different? I don’t know, I feel like my brain isn’t working properly right now.”

Bakugo snickered. “What, becoming cock-dumb?”

Kirishima rolled his eyes in faux annoyance. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He leaned up, pecking Bakugo on the cheek. “You can move again.”

“You sure?” Bakugo rubbed big, warm hands over his lover’s waist, easing the tension from his muscles.

God yes, I’m sure.”

Bakugo gave his hip a reassuring squeeze as he began moving again. He pulled out a little, hoping it would make the rest of the plunge a little easier.

He sunk deeper and deeper, ever so slowly sheathing himself inside Kirishima’s pussy. He moaned, nearly a growl, deep and guttural, right against Kirishima’s ear. “Shit, fuck,” he said. “So fucking good.”

Kirishima mewled as Bakugo finally bottomed out, fully submerged inside him and reaching so deep he swore he felt it in his stomach.

Bakugo took a few steadying breaths. “Holy fuck, are you supposed to be this tight?” Kirishima could only whine in response. “Did we not do enough foreplay? Your pussy is fucking squeezing me.”

Kirishima shivered. “I think we’re fine...” He could barely catch his breath. “I mean… I’m definitely wet enough. I think you’re just big, Katsuki.”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“Not really, no.”

“Not at all?”

No, my God, babe.” Kirishima chuckled (which also made him unconsciously clench down a bit, somehow constricting the blonde’s cock even more). “If I was uncomfortable, I’d tell you to stop.”

“Fucking promise? I don’t want any of that selfless bullshit.” Bakugo kissed his forehead, adding a little quieter, “This night is about you, too, dumbass.”

“I know, and I’m feeling good, I promise.”

He wasn’t lying, not at all. Yeah, the sensation of having something so deep inside him was… interesting, but the stretch was oddly nice, and he liked the feeling of being filled up.

At the very least, he was emotionally fulfilled; Bakugo was inside him! As in, they were having full-on sex! All the way! How could he not be happy?

Bakugo shifted a little. “Can I move, then? You’re fucking killing me here.”

“Yeah, just go slow, okay?”

“I’ll be gentle, idiot.”

Keeping to his word on that was difficult, though, he realized quickly. He pulled out, achingly slow, leaving just the head in and sitting like that for a moment before plunging right back in at the same agonizing pace.

Kirishima’s eyes fluttered shut, thick lashes fanning over his cheeks as he moaned out a broken version of Bakugo’s name.

Bakugo had to hold his breath to force himself not to cum yet. That would be fucking embarrassing. Kirishima was just so warm and the constriction on Bakugo’s cock was sickeningly sweet. He could get addicted to that oh-so-tight grip around him if he wasn’t careful.

He groaned, uncharacteristically loud. He pulled out again, pushing back in a little harder this time.

Kirishima whined, his quirk rippling down his arms and into his fingers as they gripped at the comforter under him.

“Is that okay, Red?” Bakugo asked, panting already despite only thrusting twice.

Kirishima kept his eyes closed but nodded in affirmation. “Just fucking overwhelming, is all,” he said, voice breaking off into a low moan as Bakugo brushed a finger over his throbbing clit.

The blond picked up the pace a little, pulling out just halfway and pressing back in. His cockhead kept brushing just right past Kirishima’s sweet spot, making him squirm.

Even with just half of it inside, Kirishima felt full. Bakugo was not only long but girthy, and fuck did he know how to put that big, gorgeous cock to good use.

Kirishima found himself watching where he sucked his boyfriend in, studying the way his wetness dripped from his entrance, squeezing out with every thrust. He couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild, pretending for a moment that his slick was actually cum, Bakugo's cum that he’d dump into him.

Fuck, he was starting to regret using a condom. He had to rationalize with himself that they did not need to take the risk of getting Kirishima pregnant (he wasn’t on birth control or anything, so the danger was completely possible).

Still, he couldn’t really shake that thought, the fantasy of Bakugo releasing inside him and fucking his hot cum even deeper.

He had to forcibly tear his eyes away from where they were connected, instead choosing to gaze up at his lover.

Bakugo’s eyes were lidded, mouth hanging open as he moaned and groaned. He was feeling the most intense pleasure he had in his entire life; absolutely nothing could have prepared him for how amazing sex was.

“Eiji,” he said through gritted teeth. “Fuck, Eijirou, so good, so fucking good.”

Kirishima whined, trying to move his hips and fuck himself down on Bakugo’s cock. “More,” he mumbled, barely coherent behind heavy breathing and airy moaning.

“God, of course I’ll give you more, I’ll give you so fucking much.” Bakugo wasn’t usually so vocal, but something about this whole situation was making his head fuzzy. Maybe it was the adrenaline or the sight of Kirishima unraveling beneath him. He didn’t know, and he really couldn’t be bothered to care.

“So good for me, baby, taking my cock so well.” He grunted, fingers traveling down from Kirishima’s clit to slide along puffy folds. “Shit, look at you. Fucking split open on my fat cock and moaning like it’s the best feeling in the world.”

“It is! Fuck, it feels so good, Katsuki.”

Bakugo grinned, a feral glint in his eye. “Yeah? It’s good? My cock is good? It feels good to have me inside you? Fucking you?” He punctuated each question with a sharp jerk of his hips, making Kirishima jolt with every rough movement.

“Yes, fuck! Hitting that spot deep inside… Feels good.”

Bakugo licked his lips before leaning down to kiss Kirishima. His tongue explored the redhead’s mouth as his hips pistoned rhythmic and hard. Each thrust created a wet slap as their hips met.

Bakugo’s fingers slid back up Kirishima’s slippery cunt, spreading his slick around and using it to make the drag over his clit smoother. He rubbed in tight circles, keeping up a consistent pace and pressure.

He was dead set on making Kirishima cum before him. (That would be the manly thing to do, right? Let your partner finish first? And Kirishima liked manly things…).

That seemed like a likely scenario, considering how loud Kirishima had gotten and the wriggling of his hips.

Bakugo could feel himself getting closer, too, creeping towards that edge with each heavy thrust.

Kirishima reached up, pulling Bakugo down by the neck and hugging him close. He liked the feeling of skin on skin, of their heaving chests pressing together. Their heartbeats melded into one, both pounding against their ribcages so hard they could feel it just from hugging.

He moaned, right into Bakugo’s ear, barely aware of his surroundings anymore. It was hard to focus past the incessant thrusting and the rush of blood in his ears.

Bakugo was hot inside him, an unforgettable presence breaching his insides. He had never imagined getting fucked would feel so good; it was sticky and loud, and he was bent in an awkward way, but something about the way Bakugo’s hands held his hips in place, how his breath fanned across Kirishima’s neck, now his hair tickled his cheek… All of it was absolutely amazing, addicting.

He needed more Bakugo, more, more, more. It was never enough anymore.

He whined, biting at Bakugo’s neck and leaving tiny, inflamed marks. “Babe I’m so close,” he whispered.

Bakugo stayed steady in his movements. “You gonna cum for me?” He kept stroking Kirishima’s clit in synch with his hips.

“Yes, fuck, oh my God, I’m so, so close.”

“Shit, me too.” Bakugo sucked a bruise into the junction between Kirishima’s neck and shoulder, and that was the final straw for the redhead.

Kirishima’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he swore he lost his vision for a moment.

Immeasurable pleasure washed over him, so intense that his arms and legs trembled with the force of it. His cunt convulsed around Bakugo’s girth as if milking him, egging him on and begging him to cum, too.

Kirishima was unaware of his voice, and Bakugo had to kiss him and swallow the sounds as to not disturb anyone.

Bakugo groaned, his voice melding with Kirishima’s as his orgasm hit him. He spilled into the condom, and Kirishima could feel him cumming it was so forceful.

He again had the fleeting thought that he wished there wasn’t a condom separating them.

Bakugo couldn’t keep his eyes open, so he kissed Kirishima blindly as they rode out their orgasms.

It was probably a full minute before they both collapsed, sweaty skin sticking together.

Kirishima finally opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling as he caught his breath.

“That…” he said. “Was insane.” He giggled, light and airy, and Bakugo chuckled, too.

“Yeah… Fuck, you’re amazing, Eiji.”

“No, you.” Kirishima grinned as he combed his fingers through Bakugo’s damp hair. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to move for days,” he joked.

Bakugo grumbled.

“Guess you’ll just have to take care of me, listen to my every whim…” Kirishima said.

Bakugo swatted him, half-hearted. “I already fucking do that, don’t I?”

Kirishima laughed and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s head. “Love you.”

Bakugo didn’t respond for a moment. His cheeks heated up, somehow more embarrassed by the sudden confession than the intense fucking they had just done. “… Love you too, dumbass.”

They fell asleep just like that, cursing themselves in the morning when they woke up tangled in each other’s limbs, bodily fluids dried uncomfortably on their skin.

They couldn’t really complain, though, not after remembering what got them in that situation to begin with.

And they may have gone another round in the morning… and another in the afternoon... and another that night.

They just couldn’t get enough of each other, could they?

Notes:

Tysm for reading! I hope you liked it<333

 

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