Jjk and MHA obsessed, anime fan, coffee addict, nerd all around. 33. Here for the fun, cuz real life sucks π 18+ only, minors do not follow or interact.
you thought this was the end??? no way friendos, do you think im gonna let these mfs ride off into the sunset after nearly a year of no updates? oh no pals, it's me you are talking to and I'm back and ready to make all of us cringe harder than ever (β Β β κβ α΄β κβ ) π cya soon
Breathing in the scent of their shared soap and love they just made, Bakugou softly presses his lips to Kirishima's warm skin.
"You're so fucking cute," Kirishima whines in the dark next to him, pulling him closer. "I'm serious you aren't allowed to go anywhere."
May the media be kind and understanding to Kirishima when Bakugou's body is discovered empty and fused to Kirishima's mattress. It wasn't his boyfriends fault he died, monsters don't know their own strength. Forgive him. He surely did, how could he not?
Bakugou silently prays for bruises, for morning proof that this happened. That he wasn't just having another hot and heavy himbocentric wet dream of made up fictional dudes, that he was in real life getting dicked down by the best person on the planet.
He's bent, back threatening to snap like the glow stick he dreamed of being for his man.
Kirishima grins down at him all sharp teeth with eyes practically shining like starlight in his skull.
"Demanding little thing like always, but marshmallow gets what marshmallow wants."
Mustering all the strength he can in his lumpy bread body, Bakugou grabs Kirishima by the ears and pulls him down towards his face.
"If you stop, I'll fucking end you. I thought it was supposed to be my birthday huh? Give me my goddamn present already, I want it."
With each word, Kirishima shifts in just the tinests of movements, each sending a lighting bolt of nerves tingle down his spine in a way that has him wanting to burst from his own skin.
"mmfck migh....nmob pwisen."
It's so much, maybe there really IS a dick in his throat.
Using his kiss as a distraction, he manages to snake his thighs up and around the sides of him until finally he is able to nearly cross his ankles. He's not sure he's doing it right, only having read this description and seen in anatomically incorrect fan art, but it feels good.
Sure maybe he did have zero actual human experiences with sex outside of his own hand but he'd read enough monster fucker aus of his favorite pairings to know that he wanted it all. The uncertainty of the way they'd fit, the sting of it even, the being filled past his limit.
First off. He wants to be broken π³
Second off. GET IT TOGETHER! He wants his back cracked like a glow stick! (Super using this irl now, thanks for that)
There's a chuckle above him, the waft of it cools some of the heat beading across his forehead.
"This is me trying not to break you, Katsuki."
Bakugou swallows his own spit.
"It's also me trying very very hard to not ruin this and come immediately."
"Don't force yourself," he manages to say just as Kirishima was swooping back down towards his mouth.
"HUH?!"
"What do you mean??" Bakugou all but yells. "Your face is saying all sorts of shit, I don't know what's going on. What any of it means?!"
Kirishima suddenly sounds like he's being strangled as he chokes on a breath, the tip of his cock forcing itself just past his rim as his body jostles. Bakugou jumps and then goes absolutely still at the feeling.
"Oh my god," Kirishima shivers, eyes slamming closed again.
It's not easy to force the intrusive thoughts to just fuck off, but Kirishima deserves his trust. He deserves to have him try and not jump to conclusions, especially not in a moment where he is about to be torn a new asshole from someone he kind of wants to look at forever.
Kirishima didn't want to have sex.
He'd been just trying to give him a good birthday present, but clearly he didn't want to do this. To do him.
All that horny talk was probably just him trying to be nice.
"Hey are yoβ"
"'m fine," Kirishima squeaks out, his breath fanning across Bakugou in a huff. Somehow he turns redder. "One sec...just one...sec." He gulps, the noise is loud outside of their labored breathing.
Bakugou shifts, just a little and Kirishima gasps, eyes bulging.
good things come to those who wait. hopefully it'll be fucking Kiri who gets to come, poor dude has been hard dicking it for almost a year.
yikes
anyway fingers crossed I can remember how to write porn bc ya girl is rusty and filled with depression. anyway friends let's go
"I /love/ that about you baby," Kirishima continues, kissing the corner of his mouth. "I've already pictured it, seeing my hands wrap around that waist of yours. I bet my fingers would touch, Katsuki. Do you want to find out with me? Feel my hands on you gorgeous."
"Hey," Bakugou says, reaching up to grab one of Kirishima's forearms as the man looms over him.
Kirishima's smile widens, "hey."
"My dick is small."
Kirishima chokes on air, specks of spit land on Bakugou's face which he wipes off unceremoniously with his free hand.