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Bakugou wasn’t convinced on this whole sex thing. He didn’t like the way it felt as he prepped himself in the bathroom, his fingers sliding in and out, uncomfortable. People get off to this, but he’s so embarrassed he could die, knowing Kirishima is waiting for him on the other side as he stretches himself out.
He was so embarrassed, didn’t want Kirishima seeing him fingering himself, and insisted he did it alone because the idea of Kirishima touching him or seeing him in this state is terrifyingly humiliating.
But it probably doesn’t matter because Kirishima is going to be inside him soon anyway.
Bakugou didn’t like the way Kirishima was on his phone when he came out of the bathroom, like he was bored waiting. If Bakugou had been waiting for him, he’d sit and wait, too wired to focus on anything other than what was about to happen.
But Kirishima drops his phone and smiled as soon as Bakugou came out, and Bakugou’s already crimson complexion became darker.
And he didn’t like the way his heart was pumping so fucking fast as he slowly stood beside Kirishima, whose hands then dropped to his waist and pulled him closer.
Kirishima held him for a moment, seemingly just as nervous as Bakugou. His chin is resting on Bakugou’s sternum, and he’s looking up with those innocent eyes. It makes Bakugou feel even more embarrassed. The thing they’re about to share with one another is the most intimate, and least innocent thing a person can do.
And Bakugou didn’t like the way that Kirishima nervously took a breath and asked whether or not Bakugou was sure he wanted to do this.
He wasn’t sure, not really. He’s scared, which is rare for him, and he’s anxious about their future. But Bakugou had already gone too far by telling Kirishima he wanted to lose his virginity, and backing out now after everything would just be even more embarrassing. He isn’t a quitter.
He doesn’t like the question, but he doesn’t talk back, not this time, not at such a sensitive moment. Instead he nods down at Kirishima before experimentally threading his fingers through red hair, holding him against his chest.
He wants to have sex, at least to know what it feels like, and why it supposedly feels so good.
Something people don’t tend to realise about Bakugou is that when an idea forms in his pretty head, it doesn’t go away.
After sex ed, and listening to his pupils constantly blabbering on about it, and especially after hearing a rumour that stupid Deku had lost his, he became obsessed with the idea of losing his own.
He looked up porn, which was how he realised he wanted to have sex with a guy, and when he started thinking about who he wanted to have sex with, all he could think about was Kirishima. It just made sense.
It was a surprise to even himself though when he woke up sweating and panting from a wet dream where Kirishima was railing him into the mattress after a long night of doing “research” watching different types of porn. And he discovered that he doesn’t hate the idea of Kirishima topping him.
He’s big, he’s strong, and honestly, Bakugou has always known he was kind of fruity, but his best friend hits all his sweet spots.
He wants to be fucked by him.
They’d had a long conversation where Bakugou expressed that it was curiosity only, that he hates everyone but Kirishima so he’s the only one that can do it, and that nothing will change in their relationship, Kirishima had hesitantly agreed that it made sense and that he wanted to lose his virginity with Bakugou as well.
That’s what led them to Saturday night. That conversation was on Tuesday and they’d barely spoken all week, too embarrassed about what they’d discussed. But when the night finally came, Kirishima was knocking at his door after dinner as planned. And that’s what leads them back to this moment, when Bakugou is threading his fingers through the redheads hair as he firmly wraps his hands around Bakugou’s lower back.
It’s like this for a while, where Kirishima had dropped his forehead to Bakugou’s chest, hugging him around his waist as Bakugou massages his scalp. And Bakugou starts to think Kirishima is losing his steam. He won’t even look up, even when Bakugou lightly tugs his hair to try and look in his direction.
So, Bakugou takes initiative and moves even closer, drawing one leg up on the bed slowly to kneel beside Kirishima.
Almost instinctively, one of Kirishima’s hands leaves Bakugou’s back and traces down his hip and onto his thigh and as Bakugou presses himself into Kirishima, Kirishima’s hand moves back up, this time to cup his ass cheek.
He kneads the soft flesh gently as Bakugou groans and raises his other knee, caging Kirishima in completely and straddling his lap.
“Why are you being so annoying,” Bakugou groans in his hair, making Kirishima tense up.
Bakugou’s hand trails down the bicep of the hand still on his waist, and his fingers pass across the skin, down to his forearm and leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“If you’re gonna touch me, fucking do it.” He continues, and reaches behind him, locking his fingers onto Kirishima’s and dragging his other hand to his own ass.
His face burns red as Kirishima’s eyes dart up to his, and the redheads pupils are blown so wide, he looks almost demonic as he begins groping Bakugou’s ass with the force that he’s been waiting to use.
To Bakugou’s surprise, it feels good. So good in fact that he moans at the feeling as Kirishima fingers almost instinctively reaching for his crack over his clothing and caressing his loosened hole.
Kirishima groans then, dropping his head into the crook of Bakugou’s neck. He licks from between his collar bones up to his chin, and it would be disgusting if Bakugou wasn’t so turned on right now.
“Fucking gross,” Bakugou groans regardless of how he feels, feeling incredibly warm as he sits himself heavily against Kirishima who is still working his ass like a stress toy.
And then, just as he realises how hard Kirishima really is, grinding against the guy to get better friction, Bakugou stiffens at the feeling of Kirishima pressing one of his hands down the waistline of his shorts and softly rubbing with two fingers his prepped, sensitive hole.
“Is this okay?” He asks nervously, noticing Bakugou’s minor apprehension.
“Yeah, just shut up,” Bakugou groans before biting his lip and throwing his head over Kirishima’s shoulder.
“Fuck, so wet,” Kirishima whispers to himself, and Bakugou barely heard him, but he did, and he feels himself burn with embarrassment as one hand tugs on the soft flesh of his thick ass and the other is circling his hole like pray. “Please don’t stop me.”
Bakugou is confused for all of half a second until Kirishima is pushing one of his fingers past the rim. Then he gets it, and he’s so embarrassed he can barely breathe as Kirishima’s finger is buried to the last knuckle.
“Fuck!” Bakugou groans, raising his hips a little, but Kirishima just pushes him back down by the hips with his free hand. “Stop fucking with me, I already did what I need to do!”
“Let me just make sure,” Kirishima says, almost breathless before pushing in a second finger beside the first. He buries that in too and begins trusting his fingers in and out of the soft heat, moaning as if it’s happening to him while Bakugou is frozen, arms wrapped around his neck and holding tight.
He scratches his friends broad, clothed shoulders and finally lets out a strangled moan as Kirishima’s fingers brush against something amazing, repeatedly.
He’d heard of the prostate during his research, but while prepping himself, he couldn’t even find it. But Kirishima somehow has and he’s pushing his pleasure button repeatedly.
“Feel good?” He asks, almost cocky. “I knew it had to be around here somewhere. God you’re warm. Can I put another finger in, please? Is it really okay?”
Bakugou nods and moans against Kirishima’s neck, sweating through his t-shirt as Kirishima tugs his shorts down and shoves a third finger in without warning.
And that’s it, Bakugou comes inside his shorts, with a whine as he grinds against Kirishima’s own hard cock.
He’s angry. He’s angry he’s known Kirishima for a year and he hasn’t done this before.
He understands it now that someone else has made him come, why it feels so good. However…
Kirishima doesn’t seem to notice, continuing to masturbate Bakugou through his orgasm, through his cries of pleasure, as Bakugou loses his boner and regains it through the continued stimulation. Kirishima’s growing tent in his shorts has only gotten bigger and it’s painfully obvious, sitting against Bakugou’s pale thigh, exposed beyond the shorts.
“Shitty— shitty hair,” Bakugou stutters, unable to control the way he’s groaning in ecstasy. “Please, please stop.”
Kirishima isn’t stopping, continuing to pump three fingers in and out of Bakugou’s soft, tight hole. He can’t help himself, completely lost in how good Bakugou feels.
It’s the first time anyone has ever let him make them feel this way, and he’s so close with just the way Bakugou is grinding against him, moaning so sweetly as he takes his thick fingers with pleasure.
It’s getting him off. He’s never felt more satisfied.
He’s doing this to Bakugou. Bakugou asked him to fuck him, not anyone else.
“Kirishima, pleasseee,” Bakugou whines, pulling his hair to get him to refocus his gaze. He snaps back to reality and looks Bakugou in the eyes. Bakugou’s pupils are blown wide as well, he almost looks high. His eyes are red and tears of pleasure are rolling down his face. “I need you to fuck me for real. I wanna… I wanna come on your cock. Please?”
Bakugou is being so polite it’s scary. He must really really want this.
That almost sends Kirishima over the edge again. But he controls himself, his fingers long since stilled, but Bakugou is still breathing heavily and grinding back against his digits for more stimulation, practically forgetting he has a cock.
Not that he needs it.
Kirishima is gonna destroy him with his own.
There’s no time to undress himself, so he quickly strips Bakugou and has him lay naked on the bed. He loves the view.
Bakugou’s cock isn’t small. Completely unlike the man himself, his cock is just average. Kirishima feels so fucking manly as he presses his own against the blonde’s and measures the obvious difference. He’s at least three or four inches longer and much thicker.
Kirishima wouldn’t really say he’s a dominant person, but the sick joy he felt knowing his cock was much bigger than his lover’s sent shivers down his spine.
He hastily took the condom from his wallet that he’d brought with him and made Bakugou put it on his cock. The blonde desperately unzipped his jeans and tugged both them and his boxers down to put the condom on him.
To his surprise, Bakugou isn’t intimidated by his size, but excited by it. That was always a fear of Kirishima, being as big as he is.
“Fuck,” Kirishima groans as Bakugou spreads his legs in anticipation. Kirishima can finally get a good look at his hole. It’s pretty and pink, and all of Bakugou’s pubic area is shaved, even his asshole. Kirishima wants to fucking taste him, but not today, he’s too excited today.
He hooks his thumb on the rim and spreads it open, relishing the dirty moan Bakugou gives him in response. “Look at this pretty cunt… fuck, how will I fit?
“Make it fit,” Bakugou says almost demandingly, spreading his legs wider. “Wanna feel all of that monster inside this cunt.”
Honestly, Kirishima had expected agitation by calling his asshole that, but hearing Bakugou say it with his own mouth, those gorgeous lips, it makes it so much fucking hotter.
“Shit,” Kirishima groans. “Do you have lube? I need to fuck you right now or I’ll fucking die.”
Bakugou pulls lube almost out of nowhere and presses it to Kirishima chest desperately. “Hurry, fucking hurry, please.”
Kirishima doesn’t need to be told twice.
He pours nearly half of the small bottle all over his dick, clicking the cap shut and tossing it aside as he distributes it over his cock.
Then he wipes the rest of it across his shirt and tugs the defiled clothing over his head, tossing it aside as well.
Then he anchors one hand by Bakugou’s head as he leans over him and with the other hand he guides his big cock to Bakugou’s pretty hole.
Bakugou is so gentle as his hand holds the forearm by his head. But as soon as the cock begins breaching his rim, he scratches the skin so hard it makes Kirishima hiss in pain.
“Fuck! me!” Bakugou groans, wrapping his arms around Kirishima’s shoulders and pulling him against his chest. Then he begins sobbing. “It fucking hurts.. mmm Kirishima. Fuck.”
“It hurts?” Kirishima mutters, unsure of what he really said, because this is the best feeling he’s ever experienced, as Bakugou’s tight heat sucks him in and pulses around his cock head. He has to fist both hands in Bakugou’s pillow either side his head to try and ground himself enough that he doesn’t come immediately. “You feel fucking amazing on my end.”
“You’re so fucking big,” Bakugou whines, and he can’t control the way his asshole is twitching around the thick cock inside him. It hurts so fucking good.
“You’re so tight,” Kirishima groaned back, dropping his head to the pillow. He presses his cheek against Bakugou’s and he’s fucking boiling. He feels the heat everywhere. It’s gorgeous, and welcoming.
He slowly sinks deeper, opening the blonde up further who cries out in pain and pleasure, halting Kirishima’s movements for a moment.
“Too deep,” Bakugou cries, and Kirishima pulls back to look at him, burning the imagine into his memory of Bakugou‘s eyes screwed shut, with tears falling down his face, snot coming out of his nose. Fucking hot.
“I’m not even halfway in yet,” Kirishima informs him, which makes him cry even harder. “Just endure it, please. For me.”
Bakugou nods almost too enthusiastically, and so Kirishima continues pushing his cock inside, all the while staring at the gorgeous man’s face twisted in pain and pleasure bellow him. It’s such a unique and attractive sight.
Bakugou scratches his back and moans in pain, and Kirishima stops again.
“Come on, almost there baby,” Kirishima tells him, but it’s not entirely true. He’s still got half his cock to go, and he can’t wait until all of it is buried in that soft, wet heat.
“Almost in?” Bakugou asks, practically shaking, eyes opening and looking almost innocent. Kirishima melts, he smiles warmly and nods.
“Almost in,” he tells him, and then he thrusts the entire rest of his cock in, hoping it would make it easier on the blonde.
Bakugou immediately tenses up, his asshole fluttering around Kirishima sensitive cock as he arches his back in silence. And then he comes with what is nearly a scream, shooting ropes of thick white cum across his bare chest.
Kirishima covers his mouth halfway through, and watches with satisfaction as Bakugou’s eyes roll back inside his head.
And then he pulls out and begins thrusting for real, fucking Bakugou’s sensitive body through his second orgasm. He holds Kirishima’s wrist as the redhead keeps his mouth clamped shut, fucking Bakugou in earnest.
He feels fucking amazing. Bakugou can do nothing but shake and pulse around Kirishima’s cock as all nearly 8 inches rearrange his guts.
Kirishima moans in pleasure, and Bakugou continues to cry and his cock continues to weep from the tip as he fucks Bakugou fast and hard, chasing his own orgasm.
Not that Bakugou can say anything with the way Kirishima’s hand is wrapped around his mouth, but he has no objections. The pleasure he’s feeling is mind blowing.
“You’re still so loud,” Kirishima growls, fucking him harder. “You want everyone to hear you, don’t you? Want all the others to know how fucking good you take my cock? Fuck, you’re so good at this Bakugou. Made for my cock.”
Bakugou moans, reaching up to grab Kirishima hair. He tugs him hard until they’re facing each other directly. Kirishima presses his lips to the back of his on hand over Bakugou’s lips, kissing Bakugou through his hand before quickly dropping it to the side and taking Bakugou in a real kiss.
He slows his thrusts to focus on kissing Bakugou, and it’s so passionate and feels so fucking right.
Kirishima leads, just like he’s led everything tonight. He’s the only one of the two who have ever kissed anyone before, but this is definitely his best kiss.
His cock slowly grazes in and out of Bakugou’s loosened hole, and Bakugou whines into the kiss.
This makes Kirishima pull back abruptly, licking his lips as he speeds his thrusts back up, staring Bakugou right in the eyes.
“This how you imagined it? Huh? As good as you thought Katsuki?” Bakugou turns his head, embarrassed, but it’s a bit late for that. Kirishima grabs his chin and turns him back to face him, retaining eye contact. “If you do this with anyone else, I’ll be fucking pissed. You hear me?”
Bakugou nods, eyes locked on Kirishima, mind only filled with how fucking sexy he looks as he smirks, his tongue pressed against the corner of his lips.
“I wouldn’t— fuck, could only be you. I could.. mmm fuck, please come. Make me come. I can’t take it anymore, you’re driving me crazy.” Bakugou moans in complete ecstasy. “You look so fucking hot right now. Do I look hot? Tell me I look pretty, you like it right? You’re so good.”
“Fuck, you’re so pretty, I fucking love fucking you,” Kirishima feeds into it, fucking him even harder. “So fucking hot watching you cry on my cock. Fuck. I’m gonna come.”
“Please,” Bakugou groans as Kirishima slams deep inside him and freezes, releasing into the condom. Bakugou’s back arches, and his breath hitches as he comes dry, his cock twitching against his abdomen.
Kirishima doesn’t comment, only drops heavily onto Bakugou and tries to regain his composure before slipping out of Bakugou’s used hole.
He watches with satisfaction for a moment as it struggles to keep its original shape, twitching around nothing, open and gaping for Kirishima’s cock, should he decide to push it back in, it would fit perfectly. He made this cunt his own, made it fit like Bakugou said. He made it his pretty hole to fuck.
Kirishima sits up on his knees, breathing heavily as he slips the condom off of his cock, looking down at Bakugou with admiration as the blonde shakes with pleasure, completely destroyed by Kirishima.
Now, Bakugou gets it. Gets how good it feels and why people become addicted. He gets everything.
But there’s one aspect he almost forgot about, until Kirishima frowned down at him and paused for a long moment before sighing.
“Does this mean we’re… shit. What does this make us… Like, boyfriends? Or lovers, or…”
Love, intimacy. That’s why people have sex. And he didn’t just choose Kirishima because it was easy and convenient, although that was partly the reason.
He chose him because…
“Boyfriends, dumbass,” he says before practically passing out from exhaustion immediately after.
Yeah. He likes the way that sounds.