Kirishima Eijirou × Bakugou Katsuki (KiriBaku. BakuShima) Oneshots/Smut

Porn (Smut)

top!kirishima

bottom!bakugou

dom!bakugou

sub!kirishima

contains:

-vibrators

-bite kink

-sadistic bakugou (degrading and so on)

-crying kink

-overstimulation

-mild b100d warning

There was something on Kirishimas mind. It has been there for what feels like forever. The way this thought, this dream, or maybe even vision just keeps coming up in his head. It makes him want to rip his hair off. It makes him want to...do things. Before he could even think about it, his mouth is already open. "What kind of porn do you watch, Bakubro?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

Bakugou slowly turned his head to look at the redhead across from him. What kind of fucking question was that? Porn? Where did that even come from? How did this situation propose the purpose of that topic? With thoughts racing through his head, he watched as Kirishima closed the textbook in front of him. The huge white letters that spelled 'History' lay upon the cover.

"Porn? The fuck is wrong with you, hair for brains?" The ash-blonde hissed through clenched teeth. He could feel his face heat a bit, more from embarrassment than the utter fact that he doesn't exactly know what the hype of porn is. Yeah, Bakugou Katsuki is 18 and probably the most attractive guy out there at the school (lol I don't even believe that but anyway) and he probably has every girl wrapped around his finger but... he's an absolute virgin. One who believes that he doesn't need to sleep with someone to claim he's a man.

It's a stupid theory, actually, but that doesn't quite matter now anyway. Not that anybody truly cared about other people's sex life, unless.... y'know.... you're Bakugou; the blonde asshole that sticks to a redhead 24/7. A redhead who's nice and all of that fucking jazz.

Still doesn't change the fact that asking such an erotic question is fucking okay.

With a shrug, Kirishima looked away. "Everyone watches it-"

"Who the fuck is everyone?"

"...everyone?"

A scowl settled on Bakugous face as he stared at Kirishima. What the fuck is this man talking about? Everyone? He'd rather be talking to Midoriya right now than explain how he doesn't... doesn't watch porn. He knows what porn is. He's actually seen pornography before. But..

On magazines.

On adult cartoons in the newspaper, which isn't pretty smart of them to do even though not a lot of people actually read that dumb shit.

In other words, no, he's never watched that shit. Skin on skin, body on body, dick in.. whatever... it's nasty. Fucking disgusting. He had never gotten hard from that shit. The way the men grab at the woman's boob like it's some fucking mango, ew.

For fucks sake, he can't even say vagina.

That doesn't matter though. It really doesn't because he's not going to yap up and tell this fucker anything. And so, he peels his eyes from Kirishima and returns them back at the paper in front of him, the one that now has a thick black line made from led drawn into it. Fuck. He needs to work on that. The anger pent up. The way he subconsciously does these aggressive marks with... whatever he has in his hand at the moment.

"Awe cmon man, I wanna know," Kirishima whined, moving just a bit close enough for a punch straight to the nose. But Bakugou keeps his hand down because punching the one good friend he has won't do anything. Yet he looks at him with anger, irritation. But it doesn't go through the redhead because he's moving so their arms touch. "Please?"